God Judge's Thousand-Layer Routine Vest

The vines that covered the corridors gave off dim light dots, which set off the decaying houses to create a special artistic conception. The God-inspector and his Fusangshen waited quietly for the darker night.

"This plant glows..." Katsumaru whispered.

Even though the god judge had explained that this was the effect of the condensed spiritual power, and the function was only to prevent them from stepping on the floor and getting hurt, Tachi's attention was still focused on that piece of greenery.

Mustache indifferently tore off a branch and wanted to hand it to his younger brother, but the vine quickly disappeared from his hand, and the spiritual power flowed into his body along his fingers, which surprised him a little.

"Master did this in Honmaru." California Kiyomitsu seemed much more at ease than when he first left the house. He said his conjecture seriously, "If you leave it alone, it will dissipate before dawn, right?"

"Yes." The examiner smiled and rubbed his head, "But it can also replenish spiritual power for you, but the form is different, and it will be a bit wasteful."

In front of the two of them was the food brought back by Kewan. The cool mushrooms and bamboo shoots were packed in bamboo tubes that were split in half, exuding a natural aroma.

Realizing that they had created a space for him to talk alone, Dadao awkwardly expressed his gratitude, trying to get the interrogator involved in the Genji brothers' conversation, unaware that the remaining three adults were all affectionate He sighed deeply for the child who was sold and helped count the money.

"It's quite rare to use this kind of spiritual power," Higakiri answered the topic politely, "We've only heard of it before, haven't we, brother?"

"Brother, are you talking about Shizhengli? I heard that there are some people who are engaged in other jobs besides God judges," Keimaru replied hesitantly, "But it's hard to distinguish, and they won't act with us."

"It's them." Higiri nodded happily, "Why does the master want to be a god judge? Even if they are all working for current affairs, there are some differences."

"Because my identity is more suitable for the reason of the trial of the gods," Jing Mo retracted the hand on the knife head, and explained: "There is no family bondage around me, and the social relationship is stable but not strong enough. The standard, fortunately, its ability is still passable.”

... makes sense?California Qingguang glanced at him resentfully, some would feel stuffy just thinking about it, so it's better to ignore it.

"Do you have no relatives in this world?"

"No, but I have very good friends," the judge laughed. "Otherwise, I wouldn't receive a job offer. Having no social connections is a key sign of historical revisionism."

Only when you are concerned about your body and mind will you want to protect the status quo.

Kagemaru didn't ask any more questions, not knowing what he was thinking.

The god judge looked up at the sky, the first quarter moon was hanging in the sky, and the sound of insects singing in the early autumn seemed particularly long in the silence.

"We can go." He got up, "Foxosuke said that the darkness will have a certain impact on you, do you need lighting?"

"This level has no effect on me at all." California Qingguang waved his hand.

"Our brothers are also very proficient at night marching." Keimaru looked to the side, "Isn't that right, brother?"

"Yeah, we've been used to it for a long time, and we seem to be able to think of something like this night and road." Higakiri narrowed his eyes happily, and the shadow of the dark night was about to move in his pupils, "Heian-kyo, It's been a long time."

In addition to ghosts, there are also people who wander around in the dark with malicious intentions on Suzaku Avenue at night.

Chong was originally just a thief. On moonless nights, he secretly went to the homes of civilians without dogs to find some food or cloth, until one day he was discovered during the theft, and he accidentally chopped up the male owner of the house with a hatchet. But the man died soon after.

Without doing anything, he killed the hostess and the two children of the house, and took away all valuables. After that incident, he didn't worry about how to fill his stomach for nearly a month.

Probably the fact that he easily took other people's lives gave him a lot of unnecessary self-confidence. After that, he thought, if it was like this, wouldn't it be much more convenient than before.

As long as there is a first time to take someone's life, it is not difficult to take the second time.

In this way, he once again became a well-known thief. He used to lurk near the small-populated houses at dusk to observe the situation. He went in after all the people in the house had fallen asleep, and killed men first, followed by women, children and the elderly. , After searching the belongings, leave in the dark.

Although he has seen some weird things on the road, as long as he pretends not to see them, he will not be entangled. He still has scriptures that he spent a lot of time asking the eminent monks in his arms. The villain who has ruined many lives can recite scriptures very fluently.

Today was also the day when he came out to "work". Zhongci, who had completed the work without much effort, was strolling along Suzaku Avenue under the moonlight when he suddenly heard voices behind him.

"Ah—what about the Hyakki Night Walk that was agreed upon?" California Qingguang looked around boredly, looking like he really wanted to find one or two people who could practice his skills.

They were not moving fast, and Kemaru temporarily acted as a guide, introducing the shops on both sides and the public residences that could be seen for the group or mainly for Hikiri.

"Although it is said like this, no one knows how many times there are real Hyakki Yakura," Keimaru replied, "It's mostly used to cover up some things that we don't want people to know."

"Eh? It smells like blood." Mustache raised his head and looked forward expectantly, "Someone is there."

Among the four men walking behind, one was wearing hunting clothes, like a noble person, and the other three had sabers, so they didn't look easy to mess with.

It must be a nobleman who went to meet his lover privately again, he rolled his eyes again and thought, he quickly crouched in the shadow of the roadside, waiting for this group of people to pass in front of him.

"Where are you from, and what are you going to do?" A soft voice sounded in front of him, with a soft ending.

"Young one...just a servant who farms for my master and knows nothing else."

"Tonight is the time when ghosts walk around at night, why are you walking alone on the street?"

"Because I haven't seen my wife and daughter at home for a long time, I want to take advantage of the night to send them the hard-won fabrics." Chong once again showed a corner of the thing in his arms, "My lord, my family is still waiting for me to go back... "

"Then why is there blood on you?"

Chong was taken aback. Every time he robbed, he would cover his head and face with a cloth and take off his coat before killing people. This was to avoid being suspicious when people found the blood on his body when he fled. He dared to swing a knife at a sleeping person, but he did not Dare to fight with people in the street.

She did the same thing today, the woman must have smeared blood on her pants while she was struggling!

He got up with the booty and ran, and within a few steps, he felt a strong force coming from his back. He flew backwards and fell hard to the ground, and then there was a clang of a sharp knife unsheathed next to his ear.

"Want to run away?"

Kagemaru stepped on the man's shoulder, pinning him so that he couldn't move, and the sharp blade shone white in the moonlight.

"The little one... the little one just took some worthless things from the dead man's house in front! It's definitely not a bad person, my lord!" The man yelled in fear, "I'll put the things back where they were right now!"

"Oh? But you have the bloody smell of at least three people on your body. You can't get so much blood just by stealing something, right?" Mustache approached him with a smile, observing the terrified and stunned expression in the thief's eyes: " Master, what should we do with him?"

——This, this person has killed more people than me!

Uncontrollably, many corpses staring under his sword appeared in his mind. The thief hurriedly avoided the cold eyes, and turned his begging eyes to the man in white hunting clothes who had been silent all this time. His mind was spinning rapidly. , kept begging for mercy:

"My lord, if I die, my wife will definitely remarry, and I will have no one to raise my young daughter. This time I killed someone out of necessity, so I missed it all at once, my lord..."

"Hey..." California Qingguang said hesitantly, "If you kill him and change history..."

Mustache didn't answer, just looked at the judge and asked again: "What should I do, Master?"

Jing Mo walked forward slowly, leaned down and tore off the thief's skirt, a dark red was visible everywhere, a hatchet was firmly fixed by the coarse cloth, the small half of the blade exposed outside was bright, but the handle was oozing with a large dark red old Smudges, bloodstains on his chest that had been wiped indiscriminately.

"You said you have a wife and children..." There was a slight smile in the words of the judge, "Just go back to see them with blood like this?"

"I...I..." The cold air from the sharp blade was still on the side of his face. The thief couldn't think of an excuse for a while, but he didn't want to die no matter what, he desperately delayed the time, "They don't know that I do such a thing..."

"You react very quickly." Jing Mo straightened up, "If you can remember the face of my follower, I won't kill you, and I can give you a chance to become famous."

Ugh?

Mustache, who was looking forward to the follow-up development very much, did not expect that the contradiction would suddenly come to him. He opened his eyes slightly and made a questioning sound, but the thief who was eager to survive had already turned his head and stared at his face firmly.

The light of the first quarter moon was not very bright, and there were still clouds moving fast in the sky, but the thief still tried his best to look at the follower who was very close to him. Although he was the one who started talking to him, he didn't remember the person's appearance and attire. Only the cold and bright eyes are engraved in the memory.

The blurry vision suddenly became clear, as if a bubble burst in front of his eyes, and the thief finally saw the other party clearly - white hair and golden eyes, wearing strange clothes - this is not human!

"Ghost... ghost!" He hissed and screamed, struggling to break free from the pressure on his shoulders and scrambling to escape, his hands fumbled wildly in his arms, trying to take out the scriptures he was looking for, but he couldn't Nowhere to be found.

"Tsk!" Kagemaru didn't expect the thief to break away from under his feet, and was led to a stagger, he fell over the handle of the knife angrily, and knocked the man unconscious with one blow.

"Ah, I seem to have been seen through," Higakiri sighed, "Am I so scary?"

"It's his own problem, brother!" Katsumaru said dissatisfied, "There was nothing before..."

Then he shut his mouth angrily under the signal of shaking his head.

"It seems that the current affairs' cover-up for you can be specific to everyone, and it has not weakened with the weakening of the control over the times, but it is not as reliable as imagined." The judge reached out and picked up the volume of scriptures, " If the other party has a strong will, they will still be seen through."

"Let's continue to Ouchi."

"Then what should we do with this person?" Kneemaru poked the thief with the scabbard, and the thief showed no sign of waking up, "Kill him?"

"Since it's done, I won't kill him," the interrogator replied, "You and Mustache tie him up and throw him near the family that was just killed. We'll wait here."

Tear his coat into cloth strips and tie the thief tightly. Following the smell of blood, Kemaru threw him in front of the house where the tragedy happened, and put the stolen goods beside him.

"It's really a miscalculation today." Higakiri said softly, "But it's not like there's no gain at all, just hurry up and get rid of the errand."

"Brother?" Katsumaru didn't hear what he was saying.

"Let's go," Hu Qie turned around with a smile, "They are still waiting."

The clouds in the sky are moving fast, casting shadows that appear and disappear on the dark night streets.