Dark Fallen Honmaru Strange Talk [comprehensive]

"This welcome method..."

With a smiling face, Qing Jiang looked down at the hands on his body, his smile was a little stiff.

"Still special?"

"Ah, even if you guys want to do something to me," he showed a somewhat embarrassed expression, as if he was really troubled by it, "this number is a bit..."

"..."

The original atmosphere of being on the verge of a great enemy was blocked by the words of Smiling Qingjiang, and California Qingguang turned his head expressionlessly.

"Hasebe, hold it down," he said, "I want to let go."

Candlestick cut: "I suddenly feel that going on like this is not good for my image..."

The disgust is beyond words.

"Keep pressing," said Hasebe, "this is for Master."

"Then," Candlestick was silent for two seconds, "Why are you standing so far away, Mr. Hasebe?"

"This time I will be in charge of directing the operation."

Hasebe said righteously.

"The task of controlling the smiling face Qingjiang is entrusted to you, and my duty is to guard against unexpected situations that may occur at any time by the master and protect the safety of the master."

"...Hey, this is too cunning, right?" California Qingguang asked suspiciously, "Isn't my servant?"

"A servant and a guard are two different things, and you've been a servant for too long."

"The servant is what the master asked me to be."

"So, should the master consider taking turns?"

"no way."

"I'm asking the master."

"You two," Yao Yan finally couldn't help but said after listening to the black line conversation for a long time, "Now is not the time to argue about this."

Chisato Horiguchi: "And regarding this aspect, I personally don't mind..."

As soon as she made a sound, everyone's eyes turned around, including the smiling Qingjiang.Only then did he see the figure of the young girl who was blocked by many fusangshen in front of him.

She was dressed in a uniform dress, except for her pretty face, she looked no different from any ordinary high school student at first glance.But the essence of being a demon-slaying sword made Smiling Qingjiang immediately realize the source of the strange aura that he vaguely felt just now.

At the beginning, Qing Jiang was still in a daze because of this sudden situation, but there was a little more clarity in the smile on the corner of his mouth.

"I see."

he said softly.

"Is the master this time a resentful spirit?"

The invisible string in the air tensed.

Even with a smiling face, Qing Jiang felt the hands on his body tighten a little more, his back was pressed against the hard wall and he couldn't move.In this case, fortunately, he can still laugh.

"So, you watch me so closely," he said, "Is it because you are afraid that I will do something to the judge?"

"That's it."

Looking at California Qingguang's eyes, it seemed that if he really dared to have such an idea, he would definitely be the first to draw the knife.

"That's right, after all, I got my name because I beheaded a smiling female ghost." Smiling Qingjiang sighed slightly, "But, you may not think me too viciously."

"Speaking of which, since you are so wary of me, why did you call me out?"

Quiet.

Eerily quiet.

"Oh, that one."

Horiguchi Chisato opened her mouth pretending to be okay.

"Because this Honmaru is haunted."

Smiling Qing Jiang: "..."

Smiling Qing Jiang: "...Huh?"

"So I need your help for some small troubles." When she came over, the candle holder turned sideways to make room, "Can you?"

Smiling Qing Jiang silently estimated how big the "little trouble" she was talking about was.

"A job of this nature," he said finally, "if it's not too troublesome, it's easy to entrust it to me."

"So, are you willing to admit me as the master?"

"The contract between me and you should have been made when I was summoned. I don't have the right to choose the master, but I don't have any opinion on it."

Although his posture was still awkward, when he smiled slightly, his coquettish style remained undiminished.

"Even if I once killed a female ghost, the target I wield the knife now is determined by my will. I will not kill the lord, you can rest assured about this."

The rest exchanged glances with each other.

Chisato Horiguchi said "hmm".

"That's all right."

"However, speaking of this," she said, "I'm really curious."

She took off her gloves, and stepped forward—

Touched empty.

He stretched forward without giving up.

Smiling Qing Jiang was held up and took another step to the side.

"Ah—you are too cautious, let me try."

Horiguchi was dissatisfied.

"Isn't it just to touch it? I was touched by God and didn't just be wiped out."

She really wanted to try to see the difference between the knife that cut the ghost and the god.

"Hahaha, little girl, let's give up." Sanriyue, who was just standing aside holding tea from the beginning to the end, laughed twice, "They won't let you try."

His eyes deepened.

"After all, as a sword, it is instinct to protect the Lord."

...Is that so?

Chisato Horiguchi put the gloves back on.

"Yes, I give up." She blinked, "You can let him go too."

With a few hands retracted one after another, Qing Jiang bowed his head to straighten his clothes with a smile on his face.

"It's all so messed up..."

he sighed.

"It feels like something has been done too much."

Saying this in such a tone...

All the faces of the knife that held him down just now turned green.

"Master," California Qingguang was eager to justify his name, "You saw that I didn't do anything, did you?"

"Trust me, General."

"It's just pressing."

"That's right."

Chisato Horiguchi was about to nod, when unexpectedly he saw the smiling Qing Jiang kneeling down on one knee to salute her after tidying up those wrinkles.

"Allow me to swear."

The slightly frivolous smile receded, and the profile of the man whose right eye was covered by the long blue hair could actually be hooked on the word "stable".

"Since you have become my master, I will kill all enemies that hinder you."

Looking into his pale green eyes, Horiguchi Chisato realized he was serious.

"Okay," she said, "please."

Hasebe, who was standing aside, always felt that something was wrong.

...has his lines been robbed?

"Hey, do I live here?"

"Well, in the middle," Chisato Horiguchi tapped the small box on the floor plan, "This location is the closest to the other inhabited rooms, so it's convenient to rush there if something happens."

Smiling Qing Jiang sighed for the quality of his sleep that might not be guaranteed in the future.

"It seems that it will be difficult to sleep well in the future."

"maybe."

Chisato Horiguchi said.

"What is known so far is that, except for the possibility of ghosts in the previously vacant room, people living in the original room will be fine as long as they don't go out in the middle of the night." She thought for a while, "Yamabuchi gets along well with his 'roommate' It’s not bad, there’s nothing to worry about at Sanriyue, and you—”

"There is a saying that there will be no ghosts in the place where the smiling Qingjiang is placed."

"Well. There have been no changes in the past two nights, so I can temporarily think that there is no need to conduct night patrols..."

Speaking of this, Chisato Horiguchi suddenly remembered the room Tsurumaru Kuninaga lived in. It seemed that it was safe and sound until now, and nothing happened.

Really lucky.

she thinks.

Of course, she would never have thought that the object of this flash of thought was listening to the wall outside the window with her arms folded at this moment.

Sensing the sign that someone was coming from a distance, with a smile on his lips, he walked away as if nothing had happened.

All the way back to the room.

After closing the door, Tsurumaru bent down sideways and took out a mask with blue face and fangs from under the bed.

He found this treasure in the warehouse two days ago, secretly took it back to his room and hid it, just waiting for the day when it will come in handy.

No one has encountered a ghost these two days, so it shouldn't matter if you act now?

So, he set the time of action tonight.

The mask was made vividly, two crimson horns poked out crookedly from the forehead, and the sharp fangs stretched the purple-black lips, as if saliva would overflow in the next second.Tsurumaru thought that if he suddenly and silently appeared beside someone's bed wearing this mask, it would definitely bring a huge shock to the other person.

At one o'clock in the morning, he slipped out the door, the mask's lanyard dangling from his fingers.

Walking alone in the corridors of Honmaru, which is full of haunted rumors, is very exciting, and Tsurumaru is no exception-especially when he knows it is true.

But this also means that if he frightens someone with a mask on in such troubled waters, it is very likely that he will successfully frighten the other party.

Tsurumaru wrapped the lanyard behind his head excitedly.

He also tried on the mask in the past two days, adjusted the lanyard to the right length, and the mask was now neatly buckled on his face.But when he walked past the mirror hanging in the hallway, he stopped and adjusted the position of the mask to make sure it looked more realistic.

He gestured towards the mirror in a gesture of baring his teeth and claws.

"Wow--"

vivid.

He evaluated it in his heart.

[-] out of [-] for scare!

Who to scare first - a large number of candidates have already appeared in his mind.

Guangfang?California clear light?Those kids at Awataguchi?Or go directly to scare Sanriyue?

After all, he said he wasn’t afraid——

Satisfied, Tsurumaru turned around and didn't see the image of the mask left on the mirror.

As if a drop of water fell on the calm water, the mirror shook.With the two horns as the apex, the monster that was exactly the same as the mask passed through the plane bit by bit, and the bloodshot eyes as big as half a fist turned to look at Tsurumaru Kuninaga who was about to walk away.

Tsurumaru suddenly felt his shoulders sink.

Having already had a similar experience once, he froze without a doubt.

He didn't dare to lower his head, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a blue-black animal claw wrapping around his shoulder.

The ghost, half of its body still in the mirror, opened its bloody mouth behind his head with a hoarse voice several times louder than his just now.

"Roar--"