Dark Fallen Honmaru Strange Talk [comprehensive]

The light bulbs in the corridor emitted a dim yellow light.

Of course they are not usually this dark - Honmaru is haunted and had to light up the corridors just in case, but Hasebe, who is in charge of financial expenses, has turned the brightness to the lowest level to save money.

This is nothing to Dao Dao and the others, but it is fatal to Tsurumaru now.

His maneuvering was only enough for him to barely run in front of the monster, and the dim light made Taidao's detection at night, which was completely impossible, once again greatly reduced.Tsurumaru Kuninaga fled for his life with one foot and one shallow foot, and almost tripped over the broom that someone left behind.

"Ah," he was sweating coldly as he walked away from the side, "this is really..."

In the middle of talking to himself, Tsurumaru suddenly felt a cold wind approaching behind his head.

He jumped forward with all his might, narrowly dodging the monster's attack.The animal claw that was still shining sharply brushed the back of his neck and swung it in the air.

——It really scared him!

When Tsurumaru managed to maintain his balance when he landed, he realized that the monster behind him had no intention of stopping, so he finally couldn't help but kept running and shouted, "Why are you still chasing me now?!"

Of course, it was impossible for the monster to answer him—it was doubtful whether it could even speak, because it was just panting heavily, as if it would never stop chasing it.

Tsurumaru didn't expect that his front feet broke free from the shackles of the monster's giant claws, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the opponent's back feet all got out of the mirror.Not only that, but he chased him all the way through the corridor.He didn't intend to and couldn't stand alone, and began to try to recall other people's residences.

In order to maximize the efficiency of the prank plan, he also made a special trip to plan several routes.Tsurumaru suddenly recalled the conversation he overheard today, words such as "middle" and "nearest" skipped in his mind, the one closest to here and the most helpful is——

Smiling Qingjiang!

Tsurumaru shrank his neck, avoiding the fangs biting down on his head.

But being chased like this, he didn't even have time to run to the smiling face of Qingjiang.

Tsurumaru looked at the door in front of him and had an idea.

"come!"

He grabbed the doorknob as he ran by.

"look here!"

The monster followed him headlong into the kitchen.

The space in the kitchen was at least enough for Tsurumaru to dodge the monster's sharp claws. He managed to avoid the monster's big bite on his arm, stepped on the stove, opened the window and jumped out.

He still didn't forget to turn back and screw on the locks of the windows and doors. Hearing the "click" of the locks and a gust of cool wind blowing, Tsurumaru realized how much cold sweat he was breaking out.

He turned around and ran towards Smiling Qingjiang's room.

The sound of pots and pans being overturned and rumbling noises could be heard in the kitchen. Tsurumaru ran around the corner, and the sound of wood breaking wafted to his ears.

Realizing that the monster broke the window, Tsurumaru quickened his pace.

Fortunately in misfortune, he successfully found the residence of Smiling Qingjiang, and began to knock on the door "bang, bang, bang".

The people inside were woken up, and the bedding was rustled away.

"I'm coming."

Smiling Qingjiang's voice sounded, and he walked over slowly to open the door.

"Didn't you say that nothing will happen in the past two days? Why—wow?!"

The ghost face appeared in front of his eyes, and Qing Jiang's first reaction was to draw the sword as the smiling face of the demon-slaying sword.Tsurumaru Kuninaga reflexively wanted to draw his sword to fight back, and finally remembered that he was still wearing a mask at the critical moment.He pushed the mask up abruptly, stopping the knife light that was about to hit the tip of his nose.

He stared at the smiling face Qing Jiang who almost cut him off.

"……good evening?"

"If this is a prank," Qing Jiang still did not put down the knife, suspicious of the possibility of a ghost disguised, "then you are very successful."

In the end, he still scared a person—but at this moment, Tsurumaru couldn't be happy at all, so he let out a dry laugh.

"Actually... more than just a prank."

The shadow at the corner grew bigger and approached little by little.

The ghost who found it following the smell and sound had a ferocious inhuman face, and its fangs as long as a palm made it unable to close its mouth.Its eyes turned to the two vibrating sabers standing at the door, and for a moment, it showed a feeling of bewilderment because of their unfamiliar appearance.

But only for a moment.

It saw the mask that Tsurumaru was holding in his hand.

With a roar, the monster rushed forward again.Smiling Qingjiang's knife instantly turned to the other direction, catching its claws, the sharp nails collided with the blade, making a toothache "creaking" sound.

"This hardness and strength," he struggled to resist, "it's really unimaginable... Where did this guy come from?"

...Will you be beaten if you say the answer at this time?

Tsurumaru just wanted to use an excuse to prevaricate, when the mask in his hand was dangling, he found that the monster's eyes were following the mask.

"Surprisingly—" he wondered, "Is this the goal?"

Unable to think too much, Tsurumaru swung his arm and threw the mask behind the monster.

The mask rotated and drew an arc in the air, successfully attracting the monster to turn its head, and caught it from the air with one bite during the chase.

This scene is very much like a dog holding a Frisbee.

The two Fusangshen thought of this at the same time, but in the next second——

"Crack!"

"Frisbee" was bitten into pieces.

The thick mask was chewed into pieces in the monster's mouth like candy. It slowly turned its head and looked at the two of them again.

Tsurumaru: "..."

Smiling Qing Jiang: "..."

"Well, it's really a headache..." Contrary to the complaining words, Qing Jiang's tone sounded more like he was inspired to fight, "But since it is the task assigned by the master, as expected, it is still like a stone lantern. Cut it off!"

Tsurumaru jumped sideways.He stepped on the back of the monster, and slashed down with the sword drawn from his waist, but when the tip of the knife touched it, it remained motionless as if it had touched the hardest rock.He couldn't help being taken aback, but then he caught a glimpse of the smiling Qing Jiang's blade cutting through the flesh and blood of the monster's right paw.

Isn't it really not good enough to kill the demon sword?

The monster screamed in pain, licked its bleeding right paw and backed away, but it seemed that it was still waiting for an opportunity to attack next time.

"You guys," another voice suddenly sounded, "what are you doing?"

The previous movement was too noisy, and it wasn't just Tsurumaru's smiling Aoki who came here to wake him up.Fusangshin holding a sword and a strange creature with a wounded right paw that is still threatening—this is the scene that was reflected in the eyes of Sensato Horiguchi who was awakened and was in a bad mood.

Strangely, the smiling Qingjiang heard the monster tremblingly "Aww" from its throat.

As if spying on the impending dangerous situation, before everyone had time to react, it limped and turned around and rushed into the darkness.

"..."

Smiling Qing Jiang felt that his mood was very complicated.

What should I do if my master is better at exorcising ghosts than myself?Urgent, wait online!

Chisato Horiguchi was not surprised by this.

"In the final analysis, they are able to move with the help of my spiritual power." She rubbed her forehead irritably, explaining to the newcomers, "So some of them...may have some instinctive fear of energy sources."

She paused.

"Can you zip it up before you explain to me what's going on?"

With a smiling face, Qing Jiang lowered his head, and he hurried over to open the door with only a coat on, the zipper crookedly pulled halfway, exposing a large piece of his chest.

"Hey," he teased, "is the master not interested in my body?"

Before he finished speaking, someone grabbed the zipper one step ahead of him—Hasebe with a livid face pulled the zipper up, covering it tightly.

"No."

The smiling Qing Jiang sighed with regret.

"what happened?"

Hearing her question, he pointed at Tsurumaru without hesitation.

"I don't know, it's just that Mr. Tsurumaru woke me up while I was sleeping, and it suddenly developed into a situation where I want to get rid of ghosts."

Instantly bathed in the kind eyes of everyone, Tsurumaru Kunianaga innocently spread his hands.

"I don't know, when I was sleeping—"

"He knows." The witness testified with a smile on Qing Jiang's face, "He was wearing a mask exactly like that monster before."

Tsurumaru: "......"

Half a minute later, under pressure, he explained clearly what he had done.

The way everyone looked at him became quite subtle.

"Master," Hasebe said sincerely, "I think we can put a lock on his door at night."

Qingguang, California: "Let's lock the windows too."

"Eh," Tsurumaru tried to defend himself, "however, such a surprising approach is too—"

"Mr. Crane."

It was Candlestick Cut who interrupted him.

"I want to go and see the kitchen first."

Walking near the kitchen, the atmosphere fell into a strange silence just by seeing the crooked windows on the side.No, not so much the silence as the dead silence before the eruption.

"It should only look bad from the outside," Candlestick Che comforted himself before opening the door, "maybe the inside is not so damaged..."

His voice disappeared the moment he opened the door.

The kitchen was a mess.

Candlestick cut Guangzhong and was seriously injured.

"Candlestick cut, take heart, Candlestick cut!"

"Mr. Candlestick Cut, are you okay...!"

“We can rebuild the kitchen!”

"Master," Candlestick raised his hand with the last bit of strength, "Please leave the work of locking to me..."

In a corner that none of them noticed, an invisible hand cautiously protruded from the depths of the cupboard, touching the place where the dishes were placed.

After feeling empty, the hand froze in disbelief, and touched as if unwilling to accept the fact.

All that can be felt at the fingertips are scattered ceramic shards.

...where is her plate? !