save the judge

Abe Seimei looked at the dark river under his feet, and took a step towards the wooden guardrail that only reached his waist.

The water volume of this river is not large, and the water surface glows with a cold silvery light under the moonlight. The place where the moonlight does not shine is full of blackness, and it is difficult to see what is below, like a noose strangling a person's neck.

The edges of the wooden bridge are covered with wet water stains, and the long-term moisture has bubbled dense mold spots on the wood, which is greasy and greasy, and black moss has grown on it.

The sound of water rushing is very obvious at night, and the sound of sobbing and crying mixed in it is very clear, like winding silk, a thin strand, slowly stretched, and then waiting to be transformed into a sharp needle to penetrate the human body The softest heart.

The silver-haired onmyoji held his bat fan against his lips, looked at the woman who was sitting on the bridge looking at the water, and sighed softly, "Ji Jun, why don't you come home so late, is there something sad?"

This sentence is simply nonsense, after Abe Seimei finished speaking, he commented on himself.

The woman sitting at the end of the bridge turned her back to him, she looked like a commoner woman with a little money in her family, her long black hair was tied behind her back, and the kimono with bright colors and patterns was ruthlessly hanging on the dirty wooden board Abe Seimei saw that the corner of the clothes had been soaked in sewage and mud to form a rotten mildew.

Hearing the stranger's question, the sound of crying stopped abruptly. The woman turned her face and stood up staggeringly, revealing half of her delicate face under the black hair. Her face was full of tears and despair: "I am a concubine." It was to wait for my father to return, and the elders who went out with my father said that my father was here, so my concubine waited here..."

"The concubine has no one else in the family, and my father hasn't returned for a long time, so I really feel uneasy..."

"Have you ever seen my father?"

When the last question came out, she did not know when she had crossed the distance of several meters between the two: "Would you like to accompany my concubine to find my father?"

Abe Seimei patiently listened to her babbling about her own story, and didn't answer the sudden question, but asked a silly question: "Your Majesty, dare to ask Ji Jun's name?"

The woman was still weeping faintly, and was stunned for a moment when she heard this question. Abe Seimei nodded, showing a little regret on her face: "I don't remember your name, it seems that I can't send you home. Then you still have Anything to say?"

The wide sleeves slid down to the wrists, and only then did the woman see a charm in the young man's hand.

"Onmyoji!"

She let out a scream, and soon realized that her identity had been seen through, and no amount of camouflage was necessary, so she opened her mouth and let out a sharp roar, turning over and throwing herself into the river without hesitation.

Abe Seimei stood still, threw the spell into the river, and pointed to the spell. In an instant, water waves more than two meters high surged under the bridge, rolling like waves, and a dead bone was thrown into the river from the waves. On the bridge, it was falling in front of Abe Seimei.

There is no flesh and skin on the dead bone, and a puff of black hair and algae is entangled on the white bone. The cloth with ancient patterns and rich colors has been washed to a certain degree of whiteness, mixed with the dark yellow of human flesh and blood after oxidation, and the patterns on it It was a mess.

The resentment rolling on the dry bones surged for a moment, and condensed into a woman's face suspended above, crying resentfully at Abe Seimei, and two streams of smoke like blood tears slowly dripped from her eyes.

Abe Seimei rolled up his sleeves and squatted down. Instead of looking at the dead bone, he looked at the calm water surface through the railing. As if he understood what he meant, the water surface parted again, as if a pair of hands pushed the water from the middle to the two sides. , revealing a pile of bones buried in the river bed.

These bones looked very fresh, and the costumes of the nearby villagers were all dressed in coarse linen. Abe Seimei's eyesight, which was not affected by the darkness, could even see the obsessed and dazed expression on one of the undecomposed and clean heads.

Without waiting for her to cry any longer, the spell wrapped around the dry bones and burned up automatically. The bright and weird blue flame was not affected by the night wind at all, and the flames went straight to the sky, burning calmly and peacefully, trapping the dead body on the water surface. I don't know how many years the woman was sent to the far shore.

After the flame was extinguished, Abe Seimei reached out to ignite a new flame and threw it into the bottom of the water.

The turquoise fire light seemed to light a lamp in the water, reflecting the details in the water more clearly, and then Abe Seimei saw wisps of mist lingering around the pier. These mist sometimes gathered and sometimes dispersed. The lower body gradually became one body, forming the appearance of a man. He still maintained the appearance at the moment before he died, struggling and screaming in pain underwater.

To build a bridge on a river, according to the etiquette, it is necessary to offer a living sacrifice to the god of the river. The father who built the bridge was chosen as a living sacrifice, and the daughter who lost her only relative threw herself into the river and turned into a demon. Qiao Ji, who went there, spread this tragedy to all passers-by who crossed the bridge, making people unable to arouse pity and sympathy.

Abe Seimei bowed his head in silent tribute to the dead bones under the bridge, a faint blue light flashed around him, and a girl with light blue hair appeared beside him at some point, sitting on a huge portable lamp with her feet off the ground, left A blue lotus flower the size of a palm was tied on the ankle, and the blue flame in the lantern was as cold as that in Abe Seimei's hand.

"Using death to escape sadness, such a cowardly soul really has no value in existence." The beautiful girl said such cold words as soon as she uttered them, looking at the dots of fire under the bridge and said, "I want to be included in my In the Hundred Stories, it is not qualified."

Abe Seimei seldom heard such a sharp comment from Qing Xingdeng. Waiting for the flames to light up and go out one after another, and the deep darkness returned to the water, he took the girl down the bridge: "Everyone's story has its value, cowardly It doesn’t matter whether they are strong or strong, these are all human beings.”

Qing Xingdeng manipulated the suspended lamp to float behind Abe Seimei, thought for a while and asked, "What about Master Seimei? Would you like to entrust your story to me?"

No one knows what Abe Seimei experienced during the years of traveling. For Qing Xingdeng, who is naturally curious and loves to listen to stories, it is simply a great temptation.

Abe Seimei stretched out a finger and pressed it to his lips, and his long and narrow eyes drew an elegant and sly arc: "My most valuable story, have you already told you?"

Qing Xingdeng opened his eyes wide, showing a rare girl's eagerness: "What is it?"

Abe Seimei then smiled triumphantly, and the elegance of a young man suddenly turned into a yuppie with a bit of madness: "Hey, isn't he living at home?"

As he said that, he hummed the tune that Yuan Boya often played in a good mood, walked down the wooden bridge, and walked towards the small village in front of him.

****

And Jingongjiquan, who was thought of by him for a while, was staring at his reflection on the water, trembling and dazed.

The figure reflected on the surface of the water can be said to be indescribable. His hands are tied above his head by vines, and he is soaked in the cold water from the waist down. There is a faint light shining from somewhere, just enough for him to see clearly the gap between his long hair. that face.

These are not the point, the point is that he finds himself cleaner than a peeled banana.

Naked, soaked in water.

Jingujiquan's complexion was livid and he felt the numbness of the water flowing over his bare/naked/body, and his whole body felt a little bad.

He didn't know what happened. After hearing the knocking sound, the whole world seemed to be turned upside down. Fu Sangshen beside him disappeared again. He fell down and woke up again, which is such a very unscrupulous scene of imprisoning play in a water prison.

And he is the unlucky protagonist.

Jingujiquan struggled again to grab his wrist without hope. Facts have proved that this kind of tentacles used for fun is still somewhat effective, at least he has struggled for so long without breaking free.

This is a small pool, with a diameter of only four or five meters, and it cannot be seen clearly from the outside. Judging from the sound of dripping water, it should be a cave.

The pool was not very deep, and he stepped on a piece of rough gravel, staring straight at the surface of the water, trying to see what was inside through the dark water.

This is entirely out of human instinct. When he can't control his body, the anxiety in his heart will increase exponentially, especially since he doesn't know what's in the water, maybe it's a snake?insect?The one with teeth?

While Jingujiquan couldn't help but think wildly, he uncontrollably moved his legs together forcefully.

so ashamed...

If he knew who was so wicked, he would have to slice that guy into sashimi with his own hands.

But in the eyes of others, the scene in front of him is absolutely beautiful beyond the limit of imagination.

The young man with his hands bound looked down at the water, and the dark cold light fell on him from one side, coating his cold white skin with a layer of transparent light like porcelain, and his long hair like a crow's feathers hung down. Covering the beautiful appearance given by God, he is like a god who was dragged down from the sky, imprisoned, insulted, and humiliated...

The completely ascetic and indifferent expression does not change even if the whole body is naked/naked, and the eyes are half-closed arrogantly and coldly, so the obviously obscene/lewful scene becomes a kind of aesthetic feeling detached from sex/desire, mixed with a little lust. His mouth was dry, and he wanted to worship him, but also wanted to pull him down and torture him severely.

Jingongjiquan didn't know that there were so many other people's inner dramas. He could smell the clean air that belonged to Guichuan Mountain, which meant that he was still within the range of Guichuan Mountain. This place was probably a relatively hidden cave, but with Depending on the powerful abilities of the mourning gods, it shouldn't take long to find him.

So he wasn't in a hurry at all.

I also thought about where to start after catching that psychopath with great interest.

The imaginary knife has been stabbed from the abdomen to the lower third, and the small sound began to sound in the darkness.

"Is he still awake?"

"You should be awake... My smoke is not that strong, especially since he is still the young palace secretary of Guichuan Shrine, and his spiritual power is terrifyingly powerful."

"Well...then why doesn't he look up at me?"

There was a palpable sense of loss in this voice.

"He's so good-looking, it's always a bit of a privilege." The voice of the man who spoke was full of obsession, "Even that adult pampered him very much."

As soon as he said these words, Jingujiquan was keenly aware that the atmosphere was a bit stiff.

"That adult"?Who is he talking about?

"go out."

As if responding to his question, a deep voice sounded in a small space. This voice was very strange, as if it had its own resonance, and it was thick and hoarse, directly ringing in Jingongjiquan's ear.

The two voices on the bank disappeared in an instant, and Jingongjiquan raised his full attention. Soon, he was shocked by a strong oppressive force and lowered his eyes again.

Although he maintained a calm and paralyzed expression on his face, the surprise in his heart was about to burst out of his throat.

He had never felt such a powerful force before!Full of deterrence and oppression, like a vast and terrifying sea tide hitting head-on, this kind of absolute strength gap makes people unable to resist at all, and can only tremble in place and be swallowed up!

When did Guichuan Mountain actually have such a powerful existence?