God Judge's Thousand-Layer Routine Vest

"—Please come for me one by one."

"Who are you, why do you want to tell you?" The owner of Hongye House reacted first, and scolded the strangely dressed drug seller. There are many secrets and scandals involved in this, and it must not be spread, let alone this suspicious behavior town people.

It's just... If Ruoyu is really a monster, what is the man who puts on such a battle?Exorcist?Conjurer?Or other monsters - he has long felt that those follower retainers are not like retainers, and attendants are not like attendants, and it is difficult to find the corresponding relationship from the normal leadership structure.

"Why be so impatient," Jing Mo said with great interest, "this is the only existence who wants to save your lives, and he doesn't meddle in other people's business because of curiosity."

Hearing what the other party meant, the boss of Hongye House pursed his lips and remained silent. He dared to scold the drug seller, but he didn't dare to put on a high profile to the god judge. If he is in an unknown field, the support behind him is no longer useful.

What's more, he said... life.

Seeing his attitude, the judge smiled slightly and moved his fingers lightly. The puppets on the stage sat neatly in a row, their legs hanging on the side of the stage and their heads drooping, as if they were too tired to continue the performance. .

"When a monster is attracted by people's hearts, the two merge into one, and it is a monster." The drug seller looked sideways at the god judge who seemed to be helping and making trouble, "If I want to kill the monster, I must know this The shape, truth, and reason of what happened... Although puppets can restore the scene at that time, you need to tell me carefully about the cause and effect of what happened."

Although they were concerned about the obscurity in their seats, the joy and fear of gaining a chance of life were still undisguisedly intertwined on the faces of several people when they heard the words "kill monsters", making their faces distorted with eagerness.

"Can't we kill this monster directly?" The kimono merchant wanted to get closer to the drug buyer, but he didn't move far because of fear, "It's a monster, what truth do you care about?"

"It's not me who can kill monsters, but this Exorcist Sword," Yaolang replied calmly, as if he was used to this kind of questioning, "Only by knowing all the truth and truth can the Exorcist Sword come out of its sheath. "

"And I will bear witness to all of this. All of you present here are karma practitioners who are still alive, and they are also the key to unraveling the truth and truth," the judge said with a smile. Before the victory is decided, your lives should be safe, and it depends on your efforts whether you can unsheath the Exorcism Sword before that limit."

"As for Mr. Yu," Jing Mo turned to the beauty in white on the other side, "please try your best to impress me as you said."

Hazy turned around and made a salute, and then did nothing. Obviously, it was a dead end that could not coexist, but because of the existence of the god judge, the scene became a bit funny. Although they were in the same space, both sides ignored each other , just focus on what you have to do.

"First of all, the source of this kimono," Yakuro first opened his mouth to call back the attention of those present, and the demon-repelling sword clicked twice, as if he was urging dissatisfiedly, "Please hurry up."

Although they couldn't fully understand the words of the god judges, this did not prevent them from understanding that their lives were tied to Yao Lang in front of them. After Yao Lang reminded them, their panic and fear had an outlet. The merchants from all over the world poured over them. If their eyes were heavy, then the kimono merchants must have been crushed to death.

As if feeling the invisible urging, the kimono merchant, who couldn't even sit up, opened his mouth even though his teeth were still chattering, his hands were shaking uncomfortably.

"That...that clothes, I actually bought them at a low price," the merchant's voice was still trembling, "Before I received them, there were weird legends that women who wore these clothes would not live for more than two years, but I think that It's fake, such a beautiful dress, someone will definitely buy it, don't you think so?"

The stage background seems to extend to the paper door behind, on which the dreamlike wisteria flowers bloom and wither quietly, and the papaya pattern embroidered with the same color thread is hidden under the flowers, which is a delicate thought that can only be seen when enlarged.

"Because it was cursed clothes, the other party sold them to me at a very low price," the kimono merchant's eyes rolled around, secretly aiming at Oboro, and there was obvious flattery in his voice, "I To bring it to the busiest place and let the most people see it, this is to live up to its beauty, even the original Oboro...doesn't she become a top husband after wearing it?"

That's right... Oboro's original appearance is not bad, but in this Yoshihara, he is still far from the top level. Compared with Fujihime, he is far inferior. When did he start to have such a charm that can turn all beings upside down? ?

"...The curse of the kimono, is it that the women who wear it can't live for two years?"

The crisp chorus sound did not resound as expected, and the medicine seller glanced at the kimono merchant lightly from the corners of his eyes painted with cinnabar lines: "Do you have anything to say?"

"I... I've finished talking, there's nothing else to say," the businessman dripped sweat on the tatami, "That's all I know, I never thought that monsters would harm people... "

The culprit was right in front of him, and the face of the boss of Hongye House was covered with anger. If it wasn't for this money-loving businessman, how could there be such a development!

"...Then, the big snake I saw..." Fujihime whispered to herself, "Could it be conjured from a kimono..."

"Have you seen this snake before?" The owner of Hongye House was attracted, "But the puppets don't look like you."

"I, one day," Fujiki seemed much calmer than the men present, and even the maid beside her disappeared without knowing when, she just kept talking, "After the banquet, I wanted to get some fresh air and go back later, and then I saw that I was... hazy with me just now."

At that time, Oboro suddenly emerged, and there were already rumors that she was not inferior to Fujihime at all, and that she was only worthy of the title of Taifu. Whenever they attended the same banquet, there would be good people shouting loudly, asking the guests to make a choice .

Fujihime was originally very disdainful, but when there were too many people talking, it was hard for her not to become hostile to the other party.

Fame is their value, she has to be a useful person and live as long as possible.

So when the young master took advantage of his drunkenness and said that he was willing to redeem Oboro just like the lord of Sendai did to Mrs. Takao, Fujihime left the table in displeasure, and there was a moment of silence behind him, and there was even louder booing, clamoring for Oboro Send as a gift.

The son of an ordinary businessman, a fledgling who was protected by his family until he was naive and ignorant of the world, dared to say such a thing.

The value of Taifu is not just gold. Yoshihara is a chessboard, and they and the guests are the chess pieces in it. The hand in the sky controls the world through here. Every move of the chess pieces depends on where the chess player uses them.

Not wanting to go back to the chess box so soon, Fujihime walked slowly on the streets at night with her entourage, buying some worthless gadgets for the little girls around her to make them happy, and sending some shredded tobacco to the entourage and so on as thanks.

That way they wouldn't expose her not wanting to go back.

But during this rare leisurely time, Fujihime suddenly felt a stomachache.

With no other choice, she could only rush to the spice shop she frequented. The advantage of getting acquainted is that the other party will considerately avoid all awkward conversations and meetings. On the porch, thinking about how to leave unnoticed.

That big snake appeared at that time.

The walls and railings couldn't stop the transparent snake body with blue phosphorescent fire. When the mouth with sharp fangs that seemed to be able to swallow her whole appeared in front of her, Fujihime's first reaction was to turn around and run wildly.

The gorgeous kimono was pulled up by her, and manners and the like were completely out of consideration. She just ran desperately, and the snake behind her was snaking around behind her, watching her embarrassed appearance neither far nor close , but she just slowed down for a moment, and She Xinzi brushed her cheek coolly, bringing a burst of pain.

It felt very strange, it seemed that the big snake just wanted to laugh at her embarrassment, but she didn't dare to stop, and could only try to run towards a place where no one was there - on the way, she met an apprentice in a shop, and the man just opened his mouth wide and looked at Taifu Running wildly like this, but he couldn't see the big snake passing through his body and chasing after the woman.

At the end of the road, the door of the warehouse was ajar, and there were high courtyard walls on both sides.

Fujihime, who almost fell into the warehouse door, huddled herself in the pile of spices. Tears rushed down, soaking the delicate makeup into a mess. She casually wiped the blurred vision with her sleeve, and gritted her teeth. Hold the hairpin on your head in your hand.

The big snake swam in, its tall body blocked the moonlight outside, and the room became pitch black, only the snake's pupils that were shining like will-o'-the-wisps could be seen.

—killed her.

A weird human voice came over, like a hoarse voice after screaming for a long time, but this voice was very familiar.

The big snake circled around her slowly, Fujihime raised the hairpin and stabbed it hard, as if it got stuck in the gap between the scales, but failed to penetrate the hard and smooth snake skin, the hand holding the hairpin slipped aside, Yu Li knocked over the box next to him, and the faint fragrance came out gradually.

The big snake's movements stopped, it spit out the snake letter, then raised its head suddenly, swept her down with its tail, and swam out of the house.

——Kill her, kill her...I'm so jealous...I want to live too...

The familiar human voice sounded weakly, but it was soon inaudible.

Fujihime sat in the dark room for a while, and finally burst into tears. She choked up her crying until the guards shouted from outside, and fumbled to put all the overturned incense pills and other things in her arms. , walked out barefoot, and asked the boss to match her with the same incense with the usual manner of a husband.

That night in her yard, she saw Ou, who walked to her side with a calm expression, frowned, picked out a piece of blue scale from her arms with two fingers, squatted down and placed it on her missing piece of embroidery. On the rear skirt.

The scales turned into blue water ripples, and the lines were elegantly connected into a whole. Oboro seemed to want to say something, but after smelling the fragrance, he left in disgust, no matter whether he came or left, he didn't disturb anyone.

Yes... that familiar... weak voice is hazy.

Fujihime finished her narration and turned her head away in embarrassment. She dared not say all this. Whether it was facing the girl she was with day and night or the person she had a crush on, she could only let them all wear the scent that the big snake hates. Doing this quietly doesn't know if there is any protection.

She is selfish and she wants to live.

"This... this is the truth!" The kimono merchant looked at the drug seller expectantly, shaking his lips.

The owner of the Red Leaf House looked at Fujihime and sneered: "If you said it earlier, wouldn't you be fine? Monks, priests, exorcists... there will always be a way, right? It must be until today... short-sighted!"

He never mentioned that he had arranged many people to stir up conflicts between Fujihime and Oboro, and only in this way could Oboro quickly become famous and obtain the title of Taifu.

"...Well," the drug seller looked at the demon-repelling sword in his hand, the wide-open mouth on the hilt moved twice, but did not close, "This...isn't the whole truth."

"But we're done talking!" The kimono merchant looked at everyone anxiously and terrified, and finally set his sights on the historical revisionists who kept silent and munching on evidence from the beginning to the end, "Are you still hiding What? You are the only one who hasn't spoken yet... Hurry up!"

"I don't think it's time for me to say it yet," the historical revisionist gave him a cold look, "what's the matter? Have you started biting others?"

"Since only women who put on clothes will die before, how come a little snake will come out and set fire after it is in your hands?" The historical revisionist laughed maliciously. As a skilled rhetorician, he simply You can expose the sense of disobedience here without thinking, "Did you really buy that clothes at a low price?"

"I...I..." The kimono merchant opened his mouth wide, not knowing what to say.

"whee……"

A puppet on the stage gloated, stood up, and dragged the puppet of the kimono merchant to the middle of the stage. The background turned into a desolate temple, and the luthiers played desolate tunes in unison.

The two dolls sleeping in the monk's room of the dilapidated monastery seemed to be talking face to face. After a while, one of them took out the kimono just now and showed it to the other. Going back, the puppet took out some more, but still failed to change into a kimono. After doing this three times, the merchant puppet's movements stopped for a moment.

The dark eyes on the mask seemed to move, and then the two dolls stopped talking and seemed to be asleep. The moon outside quickly rose to the center of the sky, and the kimono merchant got up quietly and walked out of the room.

"...Stop acting!"

The kimono merchant yelled, and in a panic, he picked up a bell-shaped wine vessel by his side and threw it on the stage. The owner of Hongye House frowned and avoided the wine glass, probably guessing what would happen next.

But the play didn't stop. The puppet picked up the cup that was thrown on the stage, grinned, and went back to the room with the cup. The music didn't stop, but the paper door closed with a snap. You can see the shadow of the puppet raising the cup high and smashing it down, and the blood soon covered the paper door.

The paper door opened again, and the blood-stained puppet came out holding the kimono. He unfolded the kimono carefully under the frosty moonlight, and found that the lower edge was stained with a little blood and turned into a bitter face. The blood on the paper door behind him surged, like a big snake stretching its body.

The businessman lowered his arms dejectedly, and said with despair, "On the way to Edo, a man and I stayed in a deserted temple at the same time. He brought a package with him, saying that he would send it to the temple for purification..."

"It's a cursed dress. It is said that a young girl made it herself because she missed her lover. She died of lovesickness shortly after it was made. Some women will be deceived by this dress and want to get it no matter the price." The businessman was very calm at this time, and he was completely different from his timid look before, "Although I will weaken and die in a year or two, this is exactly what I need to open up the situation in Edo... The other party also disagreed with the price, saying that it must be handed over to the eminent monk..."

"Isn't purification just burning? It's such a pity, so I became obsessed with ghosts..." The businessman's face was calm, and the madness and panic had receded from his face, as if he had seen his end, "But this clothes are not so It's amazing, I have been to many high-ranking officials' homes to sell, but no one wanted it, especially Kira Uenosuke, he saw blood on the hem of the kimono and threw me out. In the end, I had no choice but to go to Yoshihara. A dress as soon as possible...I ended up getting nothing."

The aroma in the smoke pot filled the air quietly, and the drug seller turned his eyes to the historical revisionists: "Then, what do you have to do with this matter?"

The author has something to say: Well... this is a selfish story

But I still like the character of Fujihime =v=