Can a thousand-handed heart be harvested to reap the wood tunnel?

I opened my eyes.

This time I am more careful.

Those worlds that eagerly hand over offers are not credible, and the benefits are certainly a lot, but at the same time, there are definitely huge troubles and messes waiting for me to deal with.

After finally trying my best to solve the Holy Grail War which was fought for seven days and seven nights for three nights, my spirit was about to break.

If you don't change the environment and take a good rest, something will really happen.

So I stared at a pair of immature Sharingan, unfamiliar with distinguishing space and the trajectory of intersecting space, trying to use my perception that has never made a mistake to start blind selection.

This choice is very different from the former. The former is equivalent to taking the invitation letter from the world to walk through the luxury VIP channel, but at the same time, you have to complete certain things. You have to guess the specifics by yourself, and the degree of completion has to be confirmed by Party A, otherwise unless I force Get woken up, or you won't be able to leave.

And the latter is equivalent to sneaking in when the windows are open and ventilated in a strictly guarded house. The landing point is unknown, the time is unknown, there is no special care, and of course there are no special tasks. Come and go when you want... you have to wait for the next energy. Save enough.

So there is me who now opens my eyes with a dazed face.

This chaotic space where mist and frost run side by side, and gravel is distributed above the storm—where is it again?

The fog is no ordinary fog, my eyesight can't see through it, and most of my senses are cut off, leaving only one passable path, intermittently submerged into it.

The road is upside down, out of gravity, from floating to landing, distributed irregularly.

The origin behind it disappeared as early as I opened my eyes.

This situation is actually a bit like the space where Taishoshi and Hanako first met.

I thought about it, and untied the big round fan that had been idle for a while from behind, and grabbed it in my hand.

There is a chain around the end of the fan handle, and the end of the chain is connected to a long soldier wrapped in cloth. The cloth is engraved with magic patterns, covering the breath of the long soldier, and at the same time, it can divert the eyes that fall here. As for impressing.

The magic pattern, which is similar to the combined version of the knight king's wind king's enchantment and the Muggle confusion spell, is the only thing the doctor taught me by hand before he left.

Simple and easy to draw, practical and convenient.

The advantage of this is that Yan Rong can rest in peace at ordinary times, and if something unexpected happens, he will be my hole card.

"When I was choosing, I chose the side with the least sense of danger. You shouldn't need to come out." I patted the naginata on my back lightly, "Take a good rest first, I'll find a foothold."

The big naginata didn't respond, because he had fallen into a deep cultivation and hadn't woken up yet.

Very good, this means that the current environment has not triggered the warning line set by Yanrong, so you can go.

In a short period of time, I didn't really want to use my brain and didn't really want to do it. I breathed a sigh of relief, kept my mind empty, automatically avoided the cut gap, and jumped on the gravel relying on the balance caused by the large fan.

"It's not like a turbulent flow in space, but rather like a certain base point independent of space." I turned my eyes and scanned around, and then affirmed the feeling: "If this is the case, then there must be a safe house here. "

It seems that a certain place was frozen at the moment of collapse, and then a corner was randomly grabbed to form it.

It looks pretty good after a long time.

"It's just too quiet."

I was used to the sound of my own blood flow and heartbeat, and I quickened my pace, talking to myself, and I could vaguely see the shadow of a Japanese-style mansion in front of me, which was not very real.

There are several weak breaths inside.

Nearest, there's one by the door, and one against the wall.

I hesitated for a moment, and decided to trust my intuition, and let out my breath.

There should be an enchantment attached to the wall, but it didn't seem to affect me. I controlled the breath and paused politely for three seconds.

Next, the signal I sent stopped restrainedly after passing through a wall, waiting for the owner's discovery.

The fog and the enchantment blocked part of my perception. I couldn't know the specific trajectory of the two people's actions, but I could listen.

The sound of something falling to the ground came from across the wall, as well as a suddenly raised voice, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps.

Standing in front of this house, I realized that it is not small. You can’t see the edge just by the wall. The gate is a bit dilapidated, obviously lacking in repairs, but it can’t hide its grandeur in the past.

It is a big family.

To be honest, in my current state, if it weren’t for the fact that there is only this relatively safe foothold in the world, and the greetings have been released, and the environment is full of stories from the outside, I don’t really want to be a sequel. who wrote this story.

But it's coming...

I raised my hand and knocked on the door obediently twice.

"……came back!"

The vague sound came from far and near, and the sound of the lock being pulled open suddenly.

"Welcome—ah..."

A pair of eyes filled with the light blue sky appeared in front of me, and the surprise in the sky dimmed the moment they saw me.

A hand stuck out from behind him, and with forceful knuckles, he pulled back the pink-haired child who was blocking the door in a daze.

"Come on, who is it?"

The speaker looked like a teenager, with black hair and black eyes, not counting the upturned hair on his head, and his actual height was a few centimeters shorter than mine.

With old wounds on his body, it could be seen that he was taking care of himself very seriously, but the meager spiritual power on his body and the bandages that were slowly bleeding showed that his situation was not optimistic.

This is a Token Fusangshin.

Without him, I feel too familiar after meeting him. Just like Yan Rong, no matter how close the appearance of Fu Sangshen is to human beings, his aura will inevitably have the sharpness of a sword.

I felt a toothache for a while.

Freeze-framed spaces, drifting dwellings, unrepaired houses, residents with new wounds and old wounds.

It has just been discovered that this building does not have a day and night cycle, and the inner spiritual power supply is exhausted. The two Fusangshen who met face to face have been trapped in a lack of spiritual power for a long time.

I, who has been lacking magic for a long time, can't understand that feeling very well.

Well, my head started hurting too.

"Excuse me," I smiled reluctantly, "I originally wanted to find a place to cultivate, I don't know why I came here, and I can't get out..."

The sword boy standing at the door turned his eyes around my face, and then froze for a while on the big round fan I was carrying in one hand.

An assessment that I don't know the details ended quickly, he removed his hand from the handle of the Wakizashi knife on his waist, and nodded: "Okay."

"Please come in," the wooden door was pushed open, and the boy Fu Sangshen shook his hair, "Before you, we have picked up several people who almost lost their way like you, come with me, are you injured?"

It was beyond my expectation that he was so forthright, and I was a little bit late to recover: "...No, I'm just a little tired."

"Then go this way," the boy held the pink-haired kid who was following him step by step with one hand, while leading me to turn a corner naturally, and led me past the room with the "Hand in" signboard.

"This place is called 'Honmaru'. It hasn't had an owner for a long time. We are the only retainers left to maintain it, so there are a lot of vacant rooms. This area is relatively east, but it hasn't been tidied up for a long time. I hope you don't mind."

"No," I breathed a sigh of relief at the young man's estranged and friendly attitude, and solemnly thanked him: "I will be satisfied if I have a foothold, thank you for taking me in."

"You don't need to use honorifics." The boy's hair frowned slightly, and he spoke quickly, "I'm Natsuo Toshiro, you can call me whatever you want."

"—Toshiro?"

The speed of speech is a bit fast, what Toshiro?

The two people walking in front looked back at me in unison.

The six eyes met, and the older one blinked in confusion at first, as if he misunderstood my meaning: "You can be called Nanwei, there are several Toshiro here."

As he spoke, he shook his head and pointed to the pink head under his hand: "This is Akita Toshiro, my younger brother."

"Ah...Okay." I equated the lively and cheerful Natsuo Toshiro in my impression with the mature and reliable brother in front of me, and nodded slowly, "Hi, I'm—"

"You don't need to tell us your real name," Fu Sangshen named Cattail interrupted me at the right time, then paused, apparently organizing his words, but it was also obvious that he was not good at this, so his expression drifted After organizing the language: "That, this... Anyway, that's how it is, you know?"

"Okay, got it." I nodded obediently. "Just call me Qianshou."

Now that I think of a new ID, it would be too difficult to choose a name, so I might as well bring my surname over. Besides, I haven't been called "Qian Shou" before, so I have some expectations for it inexplicably.

My cooperation made this person heave a sigh of relief, and he pulled his younger brother who was the background board back: "Then you rest first, I'll go and see if there are any new bedding, and there will be a short meeting in the Dahiro room in about half an hour." , if you want to know the situation, you can come together."

After speaking, he looked at me inquiringly.

I nodded affirmatively.

I will definitely go,

Watching the two Fu Sangshen who were not in good condition disappear at the door, I didn't care if it was dirty or not, and lay down on the back with a plop.

"What's the matter..."

I covered my eyes in pain.

After passing through the wall and entering the gate, the fog and enchantment disappeared. I was uncontrollably swayed back and forth by my suppressed perception, and directly swept this building, or this building called "Honmaru" roughly. over and over.

There are no humans, only a few fusangshen fighting hard.

Honmaru out of function, lack of stock, and wounded Token Fusangshin from different sources, and me who can't use spiritual power at all, and can't help at all.

Another bad start.

Damn it, it must be because Mr. Hashirama patted me on the shoulder before, I'm not usually so unlucky!

"Excuse me," the voice of the boy whose voice has not changed came from the shoji door, "Can you open the door, brother Cattail asked me to deliver the bedding."

"Wait a minute, it's coming—" I jumped up reflexively, quickly patted the dust, then shook my hair, then opened the door, bent down, bowed my head and reached out in one go, "Just give it to me, thank you for running one trip."

"You're welcome," said a muffled voice from below as he raised his hands above his head, holding up a small dagger that was bigger than his own size, "... Qianshou, can I ask you a question?"

"Akita?" I took the quilt with one hand and held the door with the other, and I lowered my head following the voice. The height difference made me only see the little pink curly hair that had collapsed from the dagger, "What's wrong, you ask?"

"You..." The boy changed his tone, raised his head, and looked at me fixedly, "Are you a judge?"

The anticipation in those eyes was too real, and I couldn't help lowering my voice when I said no: "No."

After finishing speaking, he threw his hands back, and steadily threw the things in his hands to the only clean corner in the room, which is where I lay on the human figure just now. With his free hands, he stabilized the dagger that was shaking slightly, and asked : "Do you look like me?"

"Like...but not quite like, so you really are not." He quickly followed my strength and stood firm, even more frustrated: "Since Honmaru strayed into the gap of time and space and started drifting, because we haven't met each other for a long time. People with the same aura... At first, I thought it was the government of time who sent God-inspectors to pick us up, sorry."

The same kind, do you mean Yanrong, or my half-spiritual body blended with the golden apple?

"It's okay." I quickly withdrew my scattered thoughts, patted his shoulder lightly, carefully avoided the place where the bandages were exposed under his collar, and didn't ask about the whereabouts of his original owner.

Resignation, or death, is nothing more than these reasons.

Not really wanting to know this, I changed the subject: "It's almost time, do you want to go to Daguang room together?"

"Yes," the little dagger, who was a little slow to respond, came back to his senses under my reminder, "Brother Cattail told me to lead you the way——"

"That's just right, I'm ready." I immediately answered, grabbing the weapon by the door and carrying it behind my back, "Please."

"You don't need to be so polite." He grabbed the small pendant wrapped around the scabbard around his waist uncomfortably, "If we can't find a way out, we may have to get along for a long time, everyone came here like this .”

The amount of information revealed in this sentence is a little bit large.

For example, this 'everyone' refers to which everyone...

But soon, I will know.

I looked at the spacious Dahiro room, and, sitting at the position closest to the door, the first thing I turned around when I heard the sound——

That pair of eyes of heaven.