Seeking the Law of Summoning in Taisho

"Why did you come here..."

Purgatory Xingshoulang used the scabbard to push away the dead branches blocking the way, and said without looking back, "Because it's a mission."

After the three of them had the same purpose of finding Osamu Dazai, they exchanged information with each other. The black-haired boy's name is My Wife Zenitsu. He and Zuhira Inosuke met because of a very unpleasant encounter.

According to him, my wife Zenitsu was holding a bag of money at the time, planning to go to Huajie to redeem the girl who promised to marry him, but on the way to Huajie, he collided with the rampant mouth Inosuke Hirai, and the money in the bag His money was spilled all over the floor and was snatched away by the surrounding onlookers.

The matter of his marriage fell through, so naturally he couldn't let Zuihei Inosuke go easily.

"Even if I have to be beaten, I will get the money back!" my wife Shanyi said while crying.

Purgatory Kyojuro did not bring so much money when he went out, and Zuihei Inosuke was an acquaintance of Osamu Dazai, so he planned to find Mr. Dazai first.

This decision was unanimously agreed by the other two, and Purgatory Xingshoulang set the first search location at the mission site - the house on the mountain.

"But here...it's scary." My wife Zenitsu trembled, while carefully holding the corner of the haori of Purgatory Anjurou, while nervously looking around, "Will the 'Mr. Dazai' you call really be here... "

"Hmm..." Purgatory Xingshoulang thought for a moment, then said loudly, "I don't know either!"

My wife Shanyi: "I don't know how easy it is for you to say it! Don't you have any negative emotions!"

Purgatory Xingshoulang: "Hahaha!"

At that moment, my wife Shanyi's strong desire to complain outweighed his fear of the surroundings, and he almost wanted to open the other's head to see what was inside.

"Pigs advance! Pigs advance!"

My wife Shanyi: "..."

There is also this wild boar running past, which is also terribly strange!

"Ok?"

My wife Zenitsu, who was thinking this way, saw that Zuihei Inosuke, who had been sprinting ahead, stopped. He stood in an open space, looked at the house in front of him with his hips on his hips, and sprayed two "pigs" from the nostrils of the wild boar hood. "The white mist is especially clear in the spring that has not yet warmed up.

"Hey! Goldfish eyes! You're talking about this!" Zuhira Inosuke pointed at the opposite house and turned his head.

Purgatory Xing Shoulang came out of the forest, did not rush to answer, examined the situation in front of him for two seconds, and then said rigorously: "It should be."

This was the first time that my wife Shan Yi saw a more serious expression on his face.

At the same time, he was taken aback by the gloomy voice he heard, and couldn't help but grab the other person's arm, "You, did you hear any sound?"

"Huh?" Purgatory Xingshoulang looked at him, "What's the sound?"

"It's like someone is dragging...the dead body," my wife Shanyi swallowed, her face turned pale, "the flesh and blood... rubbed against the floor, making a sticky sound..."

After he finished speaking, he trembled like he was sifting chaff, but when he looked over, the expressions of the two people on the opposite side remained unchanged, and Purgatory Xingshourou even nodded.

"All of what you said is possible."

My wife Shanyi: "...Huh?!"

"It's very dangerous inside, you can't go any further." Purgatory Kyojuro said seriously, "You wait here for me! I will bring Mr. Dazai out to meet you!"

My wife Shan Yi nodded wildly.

Zuihei Inosuke: "I don't want it!"

My wife Shanyi: "???"

Zuihei Inosuke was obviously a person who would not obey the arrangement, he "hummed" and was about to go inside.

"My uncle's younger brother, of course I have to bring it out personally!"

Purgatory Xingshoulang couldn't stop him, so he could only say: "Then follow me."

Seeing the two of them walking firmly into the house with their backs to him, my wife Shanyi trembled even more, even her upper and lower teeth were fighting.

"It's all... what monsters..."

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Purgatory Kyojuro guessed right, in order to avoid Zui Hei Inosuke, Dazai Osamu did go to the mountain first and also entered this house.

But before that, he also bought a spare umbrella in the market, the color is darker, although it is not enough for shade, it is better than nothing.

After entering this room, you will find that there are still subtle differences between the reality and the descriptions of the Ghost Killers.

The house is divided into upper and lower floors. Although it is not that big, it is not as small as the team members described.

Except for the sunlight coming in through the door behind him, the whole house has no light. The long and straight corridor plunges into the darkness at the end. Fear of the unknown.

But this feeling is not so obvious to Osamu Dazai, because every time he comes to a door, he must open it to have a look, and he doesn't seem to care whether there will be any ghosts rushing out of it.

After driving like this a few times, Osamu Dazai suddenly heard the sound of a drum.

A very common kind of drum, neither too crisp nor too heavy, the drummer seemed to just slap it casually twice, the sound of the drum was even mixed with the stickiness of movement, and the room opened by him in front of Osamu Dazai was instantly buzzing. Changed appearance.

The originally dark and simple room was suddenly filled with light, and the lights hanging from the roof illuminated every corner of the room, almost dazzled Osamu Dazai's eyes.

He squinted his eyes for a while, and finally returned to normal, and walked slowly into the room.

This looks like a study room, except for the table and chairs in the corner, there are no other decorations in the room, and although the tables and chairs seem to have been used for a long time, they are well maintained, and the users seem to cherish them. Two pieces of furniture.

Osamu Dazai paced to the side of the table and glanced down.

There was a pen and a stack of papers neatly placed on the table, he casually picked up the top paper and looked at it, and was a little surprised to find that it turned out to be a novel written on it.

It's not a lingering love story, nor is it a fantasy that transcends reality, it's more like a person's autobiography, a sad and helpless life.

What is regrettable is not that the protagonist failed to realize his ideal of becoming a novelist in the end, but that, in the end, even he himself thought that what he wrote deserved to be cast aside, and that it was the most boring and worthless novelist in the world. s things.

He completely gave up on himself.

Osamu Dazai neatly put the novel turned to the last page back on the table, got up, and was about to leave when he suddenly heard the drumbeat again.

But what was different from before was that the sound of the drum was continuous and rapid, as if the drum holder was angry and wanted to expel something.

Osamu Dazai roughly guessed the reason for the current situation. He walked to the door, opened the door and stepped out. Looking back at the bathroom, the whole room twisted and disappeared from his eyes like a Rubik's Cube turned over by someone.

The last thing I saw was an upside-down table and papers flying all over the room.

Like the sudden heavy snow, in the rush of drums, it looks sad and cold.

Osamu Dazai withdrew his gaze, and walked further into the corridor with an umbrella in hand.

The drumming continued without slowing down, and Osamu Dazai guessed that the ghost here should have fought with Purgatory Kyojuro.

With such a strong blood ghost technique, it doesn't make sense to face the ghost killing team and let them go. If Guiwu Tsuji saw the situation here through the cells, he would have some opinions.

Therefore, for the convenience of fighting, at least for now, the position of that ghost should be fixed.

Osamu Dazai walked straight along the corridor, turned left when he encountered a fork in the road, and walked very fast.Finally, after going up the stairs and turning the third turn, he found the ghost.

The tall ghost has six drums on its chest, back, left and right shoulders, and left and right legs.

He beat the drums very fast, and the room in front of him was constantly flipping and changing. From Dazai Osamu's perspective, he couldn't see Purgatory Anjurou in the room, but he could vaguely hear some voices.

"Hmm! Pig-headed boy, are you okay!"

"No problem at all! How could this stump my uncle!"

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Why is this kid here too!

But now he has no extra energy to focus on the other party. After withdrawing his gaze from the room, Osamu Dazai focused on the ghost beating the drum.

Six drums, each with a different function.

According to Osamu Dazai's observation, the drums on the left and right shoulders of the opponent control the left and right flips, the drums on the left and right legs control the up and down and back and forth flips, and the drums on the chest can send out three scratch-like shock waves. Only the drums on the back He never moved the drum.

Dazai aimed at the drum on his back without hesitation.

He took out the musket from the back of his waist, loaded the bullet, aimed, and when the opponent was about to shoot the drum on the chest, he slammed the trigger!

The gunshot rang out, and the bullets rushed into the place where the back and the drum were inlaid, as if being affected by explosives, and the ghost's back was bloody and bloody.

The drum fell from the opponent's back just as Osamu Dazai expected.

The ghost let out a roar, and was about to charge towards the corner where Osamu Dazai was hiding!

However, at the same time, Purgatory Xingshoulang seized the opponent's pause for a few seconds, turned his wrist, and a sword skill was formed.

Where the Rilun Knife passed, red flames rose, like a tiger bathed in fire, roaring and rushing towards the opponent!

——Breath of Flame · Wuzhi Yanhu!

The fire was as solid as it was, illuminating the dim corridor. The Drum Ghost came back to his senses and raised his hand to block it, but his arm was cut off by the blow, and he was hit back when the drum on his right arm fell. .

The shoji door was smashed and he fell into the opposite room.

Purgatory Xingshoulang chased after him, but before he could use his sword skills again, there was another drum sound around him, but it was not from the seriously injured ghost.

The drums kept beating, and the room in which one person and one ghost lived changed drastically. Not only did the pattern change, but the direction as a whole was constantly rotating to the right.

Purgatory Kyojuro was busy stabilizing his body, while the ghost struggled to stand up from the ground in the confusion, and while the wound was gradually healing, he quickly tapped the remaining drum on his body with the other hand, as if trying to compete with the opponent .

I don't know how long it took for this noisy drum battle, and it finally stopped. Just when Lian Ji Xing Shou Lang was about to chop at the ghost, the drum sounded again.

The room only turned slightly once, but let them fall from above and fall into the wide open door!

The ghost's figure was lower, so naturally it fell a little faster than Purgatory Xingshourou. When the ghost fell out of the room, the drum beat again, and Purgatory Xingshoulang blinked again, and he had already changed his place.

But he didn't know that the end point of the ghost's fall was the sunny outdoor.

"what------"

The author has something to say: BGM of this article: Shaanxi folk songs.

Seeing Wen Hao's update, I clutched my chest and fell down: Mr. Dazai is so good-looking! ! !How can there be such a good-looking person!Akutagawa still dares to say that he is old, but I don't accept it!