But what did Slime do wrong?

Rimuru's fingers that were holding the thin sheet of paper were clenched for a moment.

He was silent for a while, then raised his eyes, looked at Zangma, and asked softly: "How long has Qing Xingdeng been away?"

Zangma calculated silently in his heart, and then answered Limuru's question: "More than half a month."

"Half a month..."

Rimuru pursed her lips.

Qing Xingdeng is a great demon, and its essence is actually somewhat similar to Su Nuo.Rather than being a monster, it would be better to say that it is more inclined to the concept of "curse".

It was born in a ceremony called "Hundred Monogatari", as long as one hundred candles are lit at night, and then one hundred grotesques are told, then a vicious monster will be born from them, that is, Qingxingdeng.

It is true that Qingxingdeng itself is not scary—it can even be said that it has a good face, black hair and green eyes, and the tail of the hair is dyed emerald green. It is kind of cold and mysterious. No one.

However, what lurks under such a beautiful skin is that it hovers at the gate of hell, and the inside that can open the passage to the underworld is born from "fear", "darkness" and "fear". monster.

Therefore, although Qing Xingdeng's ability is not very suitable for frontal combat, its ability as a big monster itself is completely qualified.

But under such circumstances, Qing Xingdeng can still be detained...even the possibility that Limulu is least willing to contemplate, killing Qing Xingdeng.

This seems to be a proof of the opponent's ability in itself.

"Apart from this... there is no other news about Qingxing Deng?"

Rimuru raised the fragment in his hand and asked.

Hearing the words, Kurama, who helped Limuru rule the entire ghost domain, was positioned like a prime minister or a military adviser, and his tail swung back and forth.

"Correct."

Although, when Limuru had just finished his journey and returned to Huangquan, he informed Limuru of such news, even Kurama himself felt that this was a bit too much.

But he was well aware of Limulu's original character, and knew that the other party would never allow Qing Xingdeng to have an accident, so he reported such news to Limulu.

"So... I understand."

Limulu's fingers gently stroked the small piece of debris, and after a little thought, she made a decision: "Then, I'll go find it."

"Give me the whereabouts of Qing Xingdeng."

***

This is a very remote town. If you want to say that it is far from Heian-kyo, but it is still a city, and it is naturally much better than those scattered villages on the wilderness.

In addition to the surrounding villagers coming to the city from time to time to sell the crops they planted or the prey they hunted in exchange for property, and then to buy the necessary daily necessities, there are also wanderers who come and go in the town to rest for a while. .

Today, a new guest came to this city.

The other party looked to be only twelve or thirteen years old, and he was dressed like a prodigal, with tulle hanging down from the big bamboo hat, covering his face, so that it was impossible to see his face clearly.

Although it is not so conspicuous at first glance, if someone with knowledge can observe the young man carefully, he will find that there is no dust left by the long journey on his body. The accessories are all exquisite, and they are not affordable for ordinary floating people.

No, maybe it's not just the floating wanderers.

Even the lords of some small towns, or the nobles who are not so rich and powerful, the grades of the items they use on weekdays are obviously inferior to their counterparts.

The boy's figure flickered past on the street, and when he tried to pay attention, he couldn't see the other person's figure at all, so that people almost thought it was just his own illusion.

"Ah... this is it, right?"

Stopping at the entrance of a certain temple with a lot of incense, Limulu sniffled, her small nostrils fluttering slightly, as if discerning something from the air, and finally came to a conclusion in a serious manner.

"Hmm, the monster power belonging to Qingxingdeng is quite obvious, it seems that I have found the right place."

It's just that under that... there seems to be something else.

Limuru frowned slightly.

If the demonic power of Qingxingdeng is like the sound of the valley, with a serene coldness that is far beyond the world, and a bit of inexplicable chill, then this co-exist with the demonic power of Qingxingdeng, and the power that follows like a shadow brings What Limulu felt was ferocity and violence, as well as an evil aura so strong that one could almost spit it out.

The feeling of this kind of breath is so bad that Limulu frowned deeply, and the worry about Qing Xingdeng in his heart inevitably added another layer.

Weird... so weird.

Limulu didn't go in in a hurry, but stood at the gate of the temple, raised her head and looked at the temple plaque in front of her through the tulle of the bamboo hat, thinking so in her heart.

It was clearly the power of the incense-filled Buddha light, and Limulu could even detect the aura of gods and Buddhas on it; but under this aura, the evil spirit was born and subtly fused with the sandalwood, just like It is a fragrant flower that blooms in humus.

Limulu straightened the corners of her lips, sighed, and showed a slightly helpless expression on her face.

"In short, everyone is already standing here, and it seems that there is no other reason to worry about it."

He climbed up the stairs.

"Then... let me see what is in this temple."

Limuru stepped through the gate of the temple, and the golden sunlight dissipated behind him, as if he stepped into nothingness on his own initiative... Or, in the mouth of some ferocious monster, Actively become the bait in it.

Limulu wandered around the temple for a whole day without finding any clues.

If it wasn't for Qingxingdeng's monster power and that unknown evil spirit that had been lingering in his perception, then Limulu would almost have thought that this place was really just an ordinary, regular place with better incense. It's just a temple.

Since there was no progress, it was impossible for Limuru to leave empty-handed.He spent the night in this temple, and when night fell, there were indeed some changes.

At first, it was just an almost indistinct whining song that came from nowhere, and the babbling was not clear.

However, with the passage of time, Limulu could hear the voice accompanied by footsteps, getting closer and closer, until it finally stopped at the door of his room.

The moonlight cast down, but unexpectedly, no shadow was cast on that door.

The low singing stopped, followed by the woman's light laugh and the sound of knocking on the door.

Rimuru shrank under the blanket and shivered.

Although he was not willing, or even deliberately denied this all the time, Limulu did have some unspoken fears about these ghosts and ghosts.

...but only a little bit!Really only a little bit!

Rimuru thought so.

However... sometimes the inner thoughts cannot be solved by self-deception alone.

[…Charles QAQ]

[Yes, master, I am here. ]

Ciel's reliable and inorganic electronic voice as always gave Limuru enough comfort. He calmed down, held his breath, and planned to see what the thing outside was going to do.

Perhaps it was because no one answered the knock on the door for a long time, the thing outside finally stopped the hand that continued to knock on the door, and opened the door unceremoniously.

Limulu held his breath, closed his eyes, and used his magical perception to check what happened behind him.

……Eh?

nobody?

In the images that can be fed back by the magical perception, Limulu didn't see any living creatures appearing in this room at all, as if neither the previous song nor the opened door existed.

Yet these things did happen.

Rimuru: Shake it.

Perhaps it was because Limuru's behavior of lying motionless like a stone, or even not responding at all, made the creature who opened the door without authorization feel bored. Something cold and cool came in from the gap in the quilt, and then Little by little, it entangled Limulu's limbs, and even made an inch of it and got into his clothes.

Limulu: ...This is too much, sir.

He finally couldn't bear it any longer, and at the same time he threw off the quilt and turned over to sit up, at the same time, the other hand also grasped the unfathomable thing with great precision.

"Let me see what it is..."

Limulu only felt that the cold and slippery hand he had grasped was not that wonderful to be honest.

He lowered his head, and what he saw was spitting snake letters at "Hiss", a purple to black snake, those peasy eyes stared at Limulu for a while, and his head tilted , biting Limulu's wrist, and then pierced with two sharp fangs.

And this snake is obviously not an exception, because Limulu discovered in horror that there were other and more snakes in his quilt, with different thicknesses and sizes, all sticking to his skin, as if he was extremely greedy. The temperature on that.

Limulu:! ! !

His hand trembled suddenly.

So before... all of this?

No, whatever is fine, why are there so many snakes? !

What a thriller unfolding scene!

This kind of thing needs to be graded!