save the judge

Even Kichimaru, who proposed the method of speaking spirits, didn't expect that this method would be so useful. They actually found the soul fragments of the God-inspector—yes, fragments, and the sleeping one in Honmaru who couldn't see anything. Their bodies are different, and they can clearly perceive that the soul is incomplete in the body in front of them with familiar spiritual power.

In the sight of the Fusangshen, the group of souls with a beautiful rich golden color appeared and disappeared, like a small lantern, with a weak and bleak flame, as if a gust of wind could extinguish it.

Taro Taidao, who has been enshrined in the shrine for a long time, can see it more clearly than other colleagues. He can see the flame spinning weakly and slowly. Every time it spins around, it will overflow with small turquoise sparks and melt into the body. Limbs and bones, promoting the beating of the heart and the flow of blood.

Odachi's golden eyes blinked slowly.

Regarding the collective falling from the sky of the swords, Jingujiquan didn't show anything else, and it might be too late.

A feeling of panic occupied all his thoughts at the moment when the ability was exhausted. He opened his eyes wide, and the weakness that he hadn't realized in the tension before surged up first. Before he could say anything, the ability came again. The tiny details of this body poured back.

The ability poured back this time is abundant and full, like spring water blowing through dry blood vessels and cells, and the empty containers are refilled. The previous fear of being drained to exhaustion is like a short dream.

But Jingujiquan knew that it was not a dream.

He has no obsession with supernatural powers, and there is nothing wrong with being an ordinary person.

But this supernatural ability maintained the life of a woman.

It is also the promise he made in order to live here for more than ten years.

Under the impact of all kinds of emotions, his face turned pale visible to the naked eye, and a fishy-sweet liquid poured into his throat. He groped to cover his mouth with his sleeve, and pressed the arm stretched out to support him soothingly.

"...I can still—" The vague syllable was half pronounced, and under the terrified eyes of a group of fusangshen, his body shook and fell down.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" One after another, the hostages and kidnappers became a group of ducks with elongated necks that could only scream. The calls lasted for a while before they stopped slowly.

Then they started looking at each other blankly.

Just... what happened?

The surrounding scenery remained the same as before, and they were still squatting or standing, maintaining the posture just now...

What's the matter with the feeling that something terrible happened in my heart?Just, just now... there seems to be... wind?And... and... something, cracked...

Where does the wind come from in a confined space?

And... what happened before?A child cries, what happens after it cries?

Under the attack of logic, the weak memory quickly shattered and became a trace that could be erased at any time.

Even the robber with the knife couldn't figure out why he stood stupidly facing a bare wall.

This strange and foolish behavior made him a little puzzled, but the next moment he remembered what he hadn't done before, and naturally turned his attention to the child, "In short——"

"—Draw out the knife!"

A clanging sound could be vaguely heard passing along with the wind, and the robber looked along the sound, only to see the dark blue in the sight expanding like a sharp edge of cold snow coming in from the glass, like a beam of shimmering light After refraction, it is magnified, and there is no trace of impurities. The light and heavy blue is wider than the ocean, as if it contains the rules of the entire world.

This color is really nice.

Before his consciousness dissipated, he thought so.

****

"Mr. Tokiri! Mr. Tokiri!" Daoming Si was out of breath after running after the figure in front, "Hey! Mr. Tokiri! Wait—wait for me!"

Why did you run away all of a sudden? Although the task was completed, you didn't say a word, and suddenly turned around and ran away... Could it be that you don't want to write a report? !

No, no!You have to catch up with Mr. Higakiri!He doesn't want to write the report by himself, he will definitely be scolded by Mr. Fushimi!

Mustache, who habitually draped his coat casually over his shoulders, rushed out of the alley, the traffic lights flashed twice, changed colors, and the vehicles parked at the intersection started to start one after another.

Higakiri did not slow down at all, and plunged straight into the busy road.

"Ahhh! Mr. Hikiri! Red light, red light!"

Daoming Si, who had just chased Mustache out of the alley, looked up and saw such a thrilling scene, all of a sudden the hairs all over his body stood on end, he jumped and started waving his hands and shouting, trying to call him back.

Mustache, who was already facing the car, didn't seem to hear his shout at all. The sharp and piercing whistle sounded one after another. He took a step with his long legs and supported the hood of a car with one hand. This can be called a graceful and sassy posture, jumping high, stepping on the roof of the fast-moving car, rising and falling like a bird, the posture is calm and elegant, which is amazing.

After a few ups and downs, he was already standing on the opposite side of the road, and Daoming Temple still waved his hands dumbfounded, with a dull and dazed expression.

It was only then that Mustache realized that there seemed to be someone following behind him, he turned his head, raised the corner of his mouth at Daoming Temple through the traffic, and raised his hand in a very leisurely gesture.

Did you mean to tell him to go too?Daoming Si thought so suspiciously, but the handsome blond young man on the opposite side of the traffic had already turned and left.

It doesn't seem to be... Speaking of which, compared to waving someone to pass, the gesture seems to be a little smaller...

He subconsciously imitated and did that action, and suddenly a few stray dogs ran past in his sight.

Daoming Si's movements froze all of a sudden.

Isn't this posture, this posture commonly used when adults pat children's heads and owners pat pets' heads? !

Daoming Si, who has been cute since he was a child, was always patted on the head by his elders, instantly came up in his mind the usual dubbing "What a good boy~"

This sentence, coupled with Mr. Hikakiri's unique soft tone, made Daoming Temple shiver uncontrollably.

No, no, he must be thinking too much!Mr. Hikiri seems to be a kind and kind 20-year-old youth, how could he do such a thing like a grandpa!He must have not understood the deep meaning of it!

Daomingsi is still struggling here, and Higakiri has already passed through three blocks.

It's hard to say what he felt before. Compared with the exact feeling, it was more like a sudden revelation. It suddenly appeared at a certain moment and disappeared in a flash. It was as bright and sharp as a fire, encouraging him to go and look at it no matter what. Take a look.

That kind of feeling is like another self appeared in the same time and space—no, I can’t say it’s me, it should be another existence that is too similar to be mistaken, like twins in human beings, or in swords. The twins used the same batch of materials, were tempered in the same furnace, and poured the same water...

Twins?

The strange feeling in Mustache's mind intensified faintly. The closer he was to this side, the more he felt the connection, but what worried him more was the spiritual power belonging to the Patriarch, which was very unstable from time to time.

what happened?

Fu Sangshen's footsteps became faster and faster, and the passers-by only felt a gust of wind blowing around them, vaguely as if someone ran over, and then looked back, but they couldn't see anything.

Turning the corner of the street, before he could see what was in front of him, he felt another person rushing towards him at a very fast speed.

The instinct belonging to the sword made Higiri block the approaching person with the handle of the knife backhand. With his speed, this blow would not hurt anyone, but it would definitely hit the opponent's abdomen to stop him.

But to Mustache's surprise, the man gave a low "huh?", and then twisted his body in mid-air with a light and calm posture, avoiding the unavoidable blow through the wall. hit.

Mustache didn't continue to make a move, although he was a little uncertain, but he heard the voice, it seemed... so familiar.

"Yakuken, Toshiro?"

Hidekiri took a step back, a little surprised in his gentle voice.

Climbing the anti-theft railing on the wall with one hand, the other hand has already taken the knife out of its sheath, and the backhand rests on the inside of the wrist. Serene and sharp, when he suddenly heard his name, he tilted his head in surprise, and saw the "sleeping" colleague below, standing right in front of him, with a healthy look who was alive and kicking him with a knife.

The dagger with black hair and purple eyes narrowed his eyes.

Hey, thanks to the fact that they are still worrying about him every day, worrying about something wrong with him that keeps him awake, but in the end he is with the general!

With the general!

Focus and carry them on your back!With the general!

The dagger, which is good at concealment and assassination, landed lightly, put the dagger back into its sheath, glanced at Hikari, and nodded calmly: "Higakiri."

Seeing him appearing here, Mustache had a vague premonition: "Why do you..."

Yaoken pulled his black gloves and did not answer his question: "Higakiri-den, you are here just right. The situation of the general is a bit bad. Compared with us, you should know this place better. Where is the hospital?"

The dagger who grew up on the battlefield speaks directly and never sloppily. Rao Higiri, a guy who has never cared about interpersonal relationships, can also hear the unfriendly taste in Yaken's words.

"What's up with him?"

Hidekiri's voice was slightly tense.

Before Yaoyan could speak, another person turned around with a steady voice: "Yaoyan Hall, the Patriarch has woken up, and Hasebe is taking care of him—Aah Aanijia?!"

If the last sound hadn't suddenly raised an octave, it should be a very stable, reliable and trustworthy young man.

Thin green short hair, wearing a black military uniform of the same style as Hikari, only different from the blond Tachi who wears a coat lazily, his clothes are strict and solemn, and every detail is meticulously arranged, and he has a very serious personality at first glance.

Then, he completely ignored the medicine research at the side, and forgot what he was about to say. He was as fast as a dagger, and rushed in front of Hidekiri in the blink of an eye. A pair of amber-gold cat eyes that were very similar to Hidekiri gleamed. Bright, almost crying.

"Anijia! You're here too! That's great..."

As soon as he saw Higakiri, the stern aura on Keimaru's body instantly collapsed, Yaken who was ignored turned his head with hot eyes, I don't know if it was his illusion, he always felt that Keimaru There should be a big tail wagging wildly at the back.

Hidekiri reached out, patted his younger brother on the head very naturally, and got a bright look from his younger brother: "Anijia!"

Hikiri nodded with a smile: "Yeah, so good, uh..."

This hesitation and pause suddenly made Kewan's expression crack, and the excitement and joy instantly turned into crying without tears: "Keimaru, Keimaru! After all, he is the only younger brother. Is it so difficult for my brother to remember my name?"

Mustache calmly denied that it was difficult to remember his brother's name, and continued smoothly: "So... when did you come? How is the head of the family?"

When asked about this, Keimaru remembered what he was going to say just now, and before that, he did not forget to emphasize it again to Tokiri: "It's Keimaru!" Then he turned to Yakuken, "Hase Buden is taking care of the Patriarch, But you still need to take a look..."

Yao Yan nodded his head to express his understanding, and ran back and forth without the slightest pause.

Higakiri and Kinmaru followed him, and Yaken looked behind him indiscriminately from the corner of his eye, and found that Tachi with short green hair was always talking, while the person he was talking to kept a soft and sweet smile, nodding from time to time In response, the other party continued to speak eagerly, as if he had gained some great motivation.

The personalities of this pair of brothers... are really too different, right?

Yao Yan thought secretly in his heart, but thinking of his brothers with very different personalities, it seemed that he couldn't understand how he felt like this?

He was the last to go, and turned into a building. The lounge on the first floor was open to the residents. From a distance, Mustache saw the two-strike knife standing at the door and leaning against the wall, talking.

I haven't seen it before, it should be that he came to Honmaru after he left.

Xiwan walked behind Yaoyan, his face regained his seriousness: "Chang Zeng Mi Dian, Jiang Xue Dian."

Taidao, with long light blue hair that fell down to his ankles, raised his eyes slightly, nodded to him extremely calmly and indifferently, and glanced at the mustache behind him, without showing any surprise.

Jiang Xue only spoke after walking a certain distance from the knee pill. His voice was very special, dull and melancholy, as if it contained eternal ice and snow. Every word was cautious and slow, as if repeating a verse: "...the Lord Dian... I feel very sad."

Mustache paused as he passed by, and subconsciously glanced at him.

The Taidao with the cold and snowy name in his name turned his face sideways, his expression was indifferent and quiet, as if sealed in solid frost and snow, the flames and high temperatures he had experienced did not leave a single trace on his body, On the contrary, it melted away all his fiery emotions, making him even look alienated and tired.

...It really doesn't look like someone who would take the initiative to care about others.

In such a short period of time, Xiwan realized that his brother hadn't followed, and turned around to remind: "Anijia?"

At the same time as his voice, there was another sad and sickly voice, with a little nervousness: "Brother?... You are here."

As if he was relieved, the pink-haired Da Dao walked out without looking at Mustache, walked up to Jiang Xue, looked at his face with some concern, and then sighed: "Is it too stuffy in there? Come out and see." It's also good for ventilation."

Higakiri was pulled away by Kemaru, and Nagomasuya saw Sozo approaching, smiled politely at him, and left as well.

Jiang Xue then turned her gaze to the high and vast sky, pinching the beads with her slender fingers, and slowly rolled them around in a circle: "No... just want to see, this world without wars..."