save the judge

The formerly clean Kifune Shrine has become a bloody slaughterhouse.

The priests inside have all disappeared, and several corpses lie down on the steps in front of the shrine. Strange-looking heads and jagged claws protrude from under the white priests' costumes. The eyes that have lost signs of life still have ghosts belonging to monsters. Thick and malicious.

Mustache stepped on the steps with one foot, bent over and drew his knife from the corpse under his feet, his waist drew a graceful arc under the tight shirt.

With a sound of "噗嗤", the metal blade broke away from the flesh and blood, and was slowly pulled out. The pink muscles and the blue and white meridians stick sticky to the blade, splashing a little scarlet blood.

With bright red blood and fair skin, the ghost-slaying knife still maintains the elegance in its bones during the killing. He lifted the blood-stained knife slowly, and he stretched out the tip of his tongue to gently lick it off to the corner of his lips. The bright red.

With the master's relaxed arm, the tip of the knife directly hit the ground, and it dragged on the wooden floor, making an ear-piercing piercing sound, and the dark red blood stains along the road were drawn into a long and thin line by him, heading towards the main hall. go.

The noise from behind gradually became clearer, as if some large object had been smashed into pieces during a fight, the falling screens and ledges covered the ground with a splash, and the tightly closed curtain door was suddenly splashed from the inside. A large handful of blood was poured out, and the viscous liquid instantly dyed the white masking paper an eerie red.

Mustache didn't look sideways, didn't have the slightest interest in what was going on in the room, and walked forward in a straight line. When he was about to reach the corner of the corridor, there was a whistling wind mixed with something that rushed straight towards his door!

The blond sword didn't even take a step back, it raised its hand and swung it at the thing. The monster wrapped in the priest's costume screamed, but it only made half of the sound, and the back was cleanly attached to the body. Cut off from the middle, the head of Tai Dao, who was unable to dodge in time, was splashed with a pool of blood.

"Eh? So you are here."

Otachi, who was slowly catching up from behind the monster with a sword in his hand, breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you for your help, indoor combat is really not my forte, and I was almost run away by it."

Not mentioning that it took half a minute to pull back the main body knife that had been cut into the pillar, Ishikirimaru missed the chase time, rolled up the sleeves of the pea green priest's uniform, politely nodded at mustache, and walked solemnly with an eager expression. ran in the other direction.

Mustache lowered his head, ignoring the monster corpses scattered on the ground a few inches in front of his toes, and looked at the puddle of fainted blood on the ground.

It was bright outside, they spent a night here, the god judge suddenly disappeared in front of their eyes, everyone was very anxious, suppressed the uneasiness in their hearts and moved forward, and then stopped at Guishen Shrine, and found this The biggest secret of the shrine——

The priests in the shrine have already turned into monsters in human form. During the day, they still retain the consciousness and thinking of being human, but at night, they become evil ghosts who covet human flesh and blood. It is no wonder that the witches in the shrine keep disappearing for no reason. See, the priestess with pure spiritual power cannot be assimilated into a monster, so she can only end up as food.

How can they be expected to find those missing witches with such a thief shouting "stop thief".

Mustache stared at the pool of blood, the smooth mirror-like liquid surface reflected his current appearance, Fu Sangshen's current appearance was not good-looking, it could even be said to be very embarrassing, half of his body was wet with the blood of the monster, The short light blond hair was also covered with fine drops of blood, which penetrated through the barrier of the hair and penetrated into the scalp, dripping wet and sticky from the forehead, as if he had suffered some serious injury.

Mustaki raised his sleeves and casually wiped the blood off his face. The white military jacket was no longer visible, but he still habitually reached out and pulled the clothes that were about to slip off.

The sliding door next door made an ear-piercing creaking sound, as if the door hinge had been damaged during the fight, so it seemed very difficult to pull it open, opening a gap of less than ten centimeters before it stuck tightly.

"Ok?"

The person who pushed the door made a low question, and then poked the door panel hard, but it didn't move, so he paused for a while in distress.

Hidekiri clenched the handle of the knife tightly. After a brief silence, there was a sound of the knife, accompanied by the loud noise of the wood being torn, and a knife mark across the diagonal line of the door frame from bottom to top split the curtain door in two. In the middle of the day, Fu Sangshen behind the door slowly turned his wrist to retract the knife, lowered his head and stepped out of the mess, and was stunned when he saw the mustache in front of the door: "Oh, it's the mustache palace."

Golden fringes of hair swayed around his temples, and the beautiful Fu Sangshen smiled with his eyes bent: "Did you find any clues?"

The priests of Guichuan Shrine have all become monsters, don't they know that as the gods who are enshrined?So either Gao Longshen is the source of this disaster, or he has fallen into a situation where he cannot communicate with the outside world.However, for a god whose god position is so high in Gao Tianyuan, it sounds incredible that he can unknowingly subdue and seal Gao Longshen's uniform.

If this is the case, they may have to face Amaterasu Omikami or Tsukiyomi, and this possibility is as low as a bunch of spaceships landing in Heianjing in the next second.

Therefore, they first ignored the second guess and set their goal on finding Gao Longshen.

Only the owner of this mountain can take the lord away from them so easily.

Several fusangshen almost cleaned the entire Guichuan Shrine, and they couldn't find where the entrance to the god's kingdom was.

Also, the Kingdom of God is a domain unique to every god. Without the permission of the controller, let alone entering, it is impossible to even touch the gate. How can it be so easy for them to find it.

Sanriyue walked to the corridor, ignoring the knife marks and blood stains everywhere on the pillars and walls, and was as natural and leisurely as she used to be when she was admiring the moon and flowers in Honmaru: "It's already dawn..."

Mustache looked over his figure and glanced at the room, and looked away after touching the pool of blood spreading on the ground: "Let's find an onmyoji."

He calmly thought of various methods in his mind and ruled them out: "Searching for the Kingdom of God is what Onmyoji is best at."

San Riyue didn't immediately agree, but thought for a while, and then looked at his older colleague with a little surprise: "Can't you find the master's whereabouts in the mustache hall?"

His tone was a bit strange, as if he saw something incomprehensible.

Higakiri was even more inexplicable than him. With so many sangshen, he almost turned the entire Kifune Shrine upside down and failed to find the whereabouts of the Patriarch. Why did Mikazuki think that he would have a higher detection value than Imaken?

His pause immediately made Sanriyue discover what the problem was: "Real name."

The real name of the god-inspector is only known by Higakiri in Honmaru, not even the medicine researcher he trusts the most.Such an important thing has been ignored by all the Fusangshen because of the innocence and harmlessness that mustache has always shown, even a little silly.

Don't talk about others, I'm afraid it wasn't his reminder, even Mustache himself forgot about it.

The name is the medium of searching, and it is more effective than any fancy spells. The light-blond Fu Sangshen tightened his lips, and wiped his face stained with blood and dust from nowhere with his gloves: "I know .”

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The dragon perched on the throne intimately entangles its own human beings, leaving mottled red marks on his body, which are then erased little by little with magic. The long black hair is wrapped around the dark blue dragon scales, and the flexible body Hugged tightly by the god who lost his mind, the god repeated kisses, touches and hugs and then erased the traces, like a paranoid psychopath.

Jingujiquan, on the other hand, stared at the vast frosty dome above with his eyes open.

He was a little confused about his current situation, and it was fine to call it confusion.

All the memories stayed in place, but after careful thinking, he couldn't understand some of his strange behaviors.

Why would you give up your life in order to save ten bundles of tatara?Why would Osamu Dazai be allowed to gamble with his own life safety?And...why do you indulge Hikiri so much?These are all choices that are contrary to his usual behavior.

He seems to be missing something.

Jingujiquan came to a conclusion for himself.

It shouldn't be something important, Jingujiquan thought, let him do so many strange things against his goal of living, this thing doesn't really sound like a good thing, and it's okay to lose it.

"What are you thinking?" The possessive god stared at the human in front of him with a pair of golden vertical pupils.

He obtained this soul, this body, and a clean heart that had never been occupied by others, but he suddenly became dissatisfied again.

Catch him, from body to mind, you must catch him.

The fallen god thought.

"What do you want? Wealth? Power? Strength? Or something else?" The god threw out his bait.

Jingongjiquan frowned, he didn't feel anything about someone's behavior on his body, and almost calmly faced Gao Longshen's temptation: "Well... I don't yearn for those things."

The god stopped and searched for what humans usually want when they pray to him: "The power to confuse people's hearts? Or eternal life?"

Jingujiquan blinked his eyes.

Gao Longshen didn't notice his touch, and continued to think: "Youth and beauty... As long as you stay in my God's Domain, you won't grow old, so what about the pleasures in the world?"

When he looked at Jingujiquan again, the black-haired boy had returned to his normal expression.

"I can give you supreme happiness. You can choose any beauties in the world, as many as you want." Gao Longshen who said such words had a very normal expression.

Jingujiquan was stunned for a moment.

He knows that gods are unscrupulous things, but being able to speak of wearing a cuckold so naturally and freshly is considered a natural skill, right?

Of course, what Jingujiquan is greedy for is not a beauty, in fact, he himself doesn't know what he wants.

In the past, what he pursued was the belief in living. It can be said that he was pursuing eternal life, but strangely, after being stripped of something, this obsession also disappeared.

In short, he is now an empty shell with no purpose, no hope, no way forward.

Let him stay here, or let him die now.

I'm a little abnormal now, Jingujiquan thought, but I don't know what's abnormal, so that's fine.

The dragon wrapped around his body raised its head and smelled the air.

"There's a bad smell..." The dark blue dragon murmured, and it took just a moment to judge the identity of the comer: "Nine-tailed fox? It's so bold."

The young man who had paid a huge price to stand at the entrance of the palace had deep red eyes, and was wearing a half-faced fox mask. The exposed bridge of the nose and chin were exquisitely exquisite, and the end of his long dark hair was cut short, making it a bit messy Draped on the back, the clothes were loosely hung on the body, but such embarrassment could not conceal the beauty that came from the bones.

He is in a bit of a bad state now, blood seeps from under the heavy long clothes, and after being absorbed by the satin fabric, it flows down along the ankles, and a small puddle soon forms at the feet.

But even though he was injured, his expression was so arrogant and arrogant that he could kick the foundation of this palace in the next moment.

"Gao Longshen?"

His voice was hoarse and almost dry, and the charming and intoxicating ambiguity of the past disappeared, replaced by a more cold and masculine clear voice.

"Splash your claws and give me back my half."