Dark Fallen Honmaru Strange Talk [comprehensive]

Neck, neck!

neck...!

The dull pain coming from the joints of the cervical spine made the female ghost hold her neck and let out a "wow". Her angry and resentful eyes fixed on Sanriyue who was still sleeping peacefully on the bed.She didn't dare to move her stiff and twisted neck, and couldn't bear the anger in her heart, so she rushed towards Sankai Yuezong in one go—

Then passed through him.

On the other hand, Sanriyue still slept soundly.

For other beings, she is just a phantom after all, and she doesn’t even have the so-called feeling of “making people feel like they’ve been poured by a bucket of ice water when passing through them”, and she’s nothing but frightening. It's up to me.After finding out that no matter how many times she passed through, the other party didn't notice it, the female ghost slammed her head against the wall in anger.

I was so angry that I hit the wall!

The moment her forehead touched the wall, it merged with it, and even half of her body fell into it.The female ghost who passed through the wall popped up in the next room, and happened to stare at a group of mysterious objects covered in white cloth.

After a few seconds, the female ghost retracted her head silently.

The white cloth ghost's jaw almost dropped.

"Help!" It finally came to its senses after a long while, and immediately rushed over to shake the sleeping Spirit Knife on the bed, "Xiao Guang! There is a ghost!"

……very noisy.

Yamabasaki, who was drowsy, turned over against the wall impatiently.

"Don't call me 'Xiao Guang'." He mumbled subconsciously.

White Cloth Ghost: "...Xiao Qie?"

"No."

"What's that called?"

"...'Yamabagiri'."

"Ok."

The white cloth ghost floated in place, brewing emotions for two seconds.

"Help! Yamabuchi! There is a ghost!"

Yamabagiri: "......"

This scream, like a rewinding replay, successfully made his brows wrinkle a little more.

"Whatever, let me sleep."

He didn't sleep well last night.

"Get up, get up!" Bai Bu ghostly grabbed the sheet behind him, "Otherwise I'll tear this up and put it on me!"

Shanbaqie heard the words and immediately turned over and sat up on the bed.

The white cloth ghost watched his flowing movements and fell silent. It began to think seriously, maybe the possibility that the other party is really a sheet like him.

As soon as Yamabuchi opened his eyes, he was a little uncomfortable with the light of the desk lamp in the room, but he still looked vigilantly at the paws that were still grabbing on his quilt, and the white cloth ghost let go of his hands.

"Why did you wake me up?"

When asked the reason, it immediately said wronged: "There is a ghost!"

"where?"

"Uh..." Baibu Ghost said awkwardly, "He took a chance and left."

"In that case, you are a ghost yourself, what is there to be afraid of?"

"Who stipulated that ghosts can't be afraid?!" Its tone was righteous, "You are discriminatory!"

Yamabagiri: "...Oh, I'm going to sleep again."

He turned around and wanted to lie down, but couldn't bear the white cloth ghost that kept pulling his sheets.

"Why are you sleeping when you're already awake? Wake up!" It insisted, "I used to lie here and think about ghosts, you took up my bed, why don't you chat with me for a while! A The ghost spends the long night, so cold, so empty, so lonely, we are the same kind, we must get along well!"

"Didn't you live like this before, wait what does 'similar' mean—"

"It used to be before!"

The white cloth ghost spread out a paw and pointed at the wall, "Let me tell you, that female ghost just slammed from this wall—"

Its sound stopped abruptly.

Yamabachi looked along and couldn't help shaking.

A woman's head seemed to be born out of thin air on the snow-white wall. Her complexion was almost blue and pale, and the blood flowing from her forehead to her jaw had long since dried up.The muddy and yellow eyes stared at Yidao Yigui motionlessly, looking in a terrible mood, and after more than ten seconds of stalemate, they disappeared into the wall again.

After a while, Yamabugiri regained his voice.

"What... is she here for?"

"Maybe," Baibu Phantom thought seriously, "I think it's because the two of us are annoying."

...No, you were the only one who was shouting from the beginning to the end.

Yamaba thought about it.

"By the way, did you say that today?"

The white cloth ghost suddenly remembered something, "Some of you have moved into an empty room..."

"Well," said Yamabuchi, "the newly arrived Mikazuki lives next door—"

He paused, and looked at the wall in unison.

Yamabagiri: "..."

White cloth ghost: "..."

When Sanriyue walked into the restaurant, he found that everyone was looking at him with something wrong.

"Hahaha, why are you looking at me?" Sanri Yuezong asked with a nonchalant smile, "Did I put my clothes on backwards?"

As he spoke, he really lowered his head to check.

"...No, the clothes are fine."

Horiguchi Chisato thought of what Yamabagiri had relayed, and then looked at Mikazuki's innocent appearance, and hesitated.

"Sanriyue, how did you sleep last night?"

"Very good, very good."

Qianli observed his expression, but couldn't find anything unusual.

"The quilt provided by the little girl is very soft, and the hardness of the bed board is just right for an old man like me." He said cheerfully, "I slept well."

"Sanriyue Palace..." Candlestick couldn't help but interjected and asked, "Did you see anything else?"

"something else?"

Goto: "Female ghost... something like that."

"Female ghost? I haven't seen that kind of thing," San Riyue said incomprehensibly, "However, I had a strange dream."

Everyone: "...a dream?"

"Well."

he recalled.

"It seems to be dreaming that someone is standing by my bed, but I don't see it very clearly."

Candlestick cut: "...Three Moon Palace."

"Ok?"

"That shouldn't be a dream."

"Oh, can it be said," San Riyue suddenly asked, "Is that a real ghost?"

Chisato Horiguchi nodded, "Yamabagiri saw it. A female ghost in a white dress with a bloody face emerged from the wall on the side of your room."

Sanriyue gave a meaningful "oh".

"Hahahaha, no wonder I thought it was very real at that time, it turned out to be reality."

He accepted it too calmly.

"Master Sanriyue," Wuhu Tui, who couldn't help holding the little tiger and shivering just after hearing the description, asked tremblingly, "Aren't you afraid?"

"Afraid? No no."

he laughed.

"It didn't disturb my grandfather's sleep, but stood quietly aside. Isn't this a very kind move?"

Kind?

"Besides, I'm an old man in the Heian period, and I've seen everything more or less. If the ghosts existed to scare people, and they didn't show fear from the beginning, they must have felt dull. Tasteless."

... I have been taught!

This idea appeared in the minds of the other swords at the same time.

But on second thought...

Wait, who else can do it but you? !

"Impossible." Even though he has been adhering to the rules and never witnessed it with his own eyes, California Qingguang felt his stomach ache when he thought about the scene, "Impossible..."

Candlestick stared at his right hand, and he never used his right hand to take a bowl from the cupboard after that day.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga asked enthusiastically: "Does Mikazukiden really think so?"

"Of course, Tsurumaruden." Sankaiyue took a sip of tea calmly, "What's wrong?"

"No, just asking casually."

... No matter how you hear it, this is not the meaning of "asking casually".

Horiguchi Chisato glanced at the smile on Tsurumaru's face, feeling that it was too bright.

This one has been quiet for a few days, but she has an intuition that he is planning something in private. It may not necessarily be malicious, but she needs to be more careful.

before that……

These supernatural events happened one after another. What was discussed yesterday can be implemented today.

After the swordsmith finished the last process, when he presented the wakizashi, the air was particularly dignified.

"Yes."

Hasebe confirmed the sword and sword pattern.

"It's Qingjiang with a smiling face."

"You guys," Chisato Horiguchi couldn't help but said, "you don't need to be so heavy, right?"

She stretched out her hand to touch Tsukiwakizasa, but Hasebe grabbed her wrist.

"Master," he said seriously, "please put on your gloves first."

Is this really necessary?

She took the gloves from Yakuken and put them on, remembering that she asked the same question the day before, using Yamabukiri as an example, but was blocked by the reason that "every time the sword is struck, the situation may be different".No one can guarantee what will happen to the resentful spirit when it encounters the Demon Slayer Knife or the Divine Knife, everything is for the sake of insurance.

Although the insured object feels that these measures are unnecessary.

"Then," she glanced around inquiringly, "I started?"

Fusangshen nodded.

The input of spiritual power is easy and familiar.

Fusangshin, who was transformed from Owaki Sashi of the Aoe Sword School, is tall and tall, and wears a white dress on the other side of the shoulder of the armor with the buckle fixed on it.With a slightly coquettish smile, he stood on the spot and spoke.

"I'm Smiling Qingjiang. Strange name, isn't it? But, the origin of the name—"

Sensing a trace of strange aura, Qing Jiang was slightly taken aback with a smile on his face.

"Go," Hasebe said in a deep voice, "hold him down."

Seven or eight hands pressed up together, even Smiling Qingjiang himself did not expect that his life in Honmaru would start with a "welcome ceremony" that was forcibly pressed against the wall.

Smiling Qingjiang: ……………

Smiling Qing Jiang:? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?