Dark Fallen Honmaru Strange Talk [comprehensive]

"Everyone..."

The scene of a group of people standing in front of them holding hemp ropes and staring at them was really suspicious, and it was not the atmosphere that a welcoming ceremony should have at all, so Ishikirimaru took a step back subconsciously.

"This is……"

Smiling Qing Jiang narrowed the golden-green eyes that were revealed.

Comparing the priest's attire and such attire with the records on the sword account, the summoned magic sword should be Ishikirimaru.

"It's okay, Mr. Ishikirimaru." He said calmly, as if it wasn't him who proposed the idea of ​​bundling in the first place, "We have no malicious intentions."

"Do you know what our mission is?"

The sword man was summoned to the present world as a ghost attached to the forged product. Since he took human form, he knew that he existed in order to destroy the time-traveling army under the command of the historical revisionists.

"Well, I know." The chilling atmosphere still hasn't subsided, Ishikimaru said uncertainly, "...is there any problem?"

"No, no problem at all."

Smiling Qing Jiang smiled maliciously.

"Actually, for the current Honmaru, Mr. Ishikirimaru, who is enshrined as a magic sword, may have some corresponding responsibilities."

Ishikimaru: "...?"

"Leave the rest of the explanation to me."

When Chisato Horiguchi raised his hand, he successfully caught the attention of the new Odachi.

"I am the owner of this Honmaru now—in other words, the God-inspector. This pill is supported by the spiritual power of the God-inspector. However, it may be because something went wrong, and the enchantment has not been able to operate successfully. .So I can't resist the invasion of foreign objects, and some of them have undergone some changes because of my spiritual power—”

She paused.

"And then haunts at night from time to time."

"That's a 'ghost' in the usual sense." Hasebe continued the conversation very cooperatively, "The master gave us the right to choose a helper, that's why Mr. Ishikirimaru is standing here now."

Shiqiemaru was taken aback by their chorus.

"It is my duty as a magic knife to get rid of the ominous things."

I don't know if it's because of being enshrined in the shrine all the year round, Ishikirimaru even has a gentle expression of doubt and hesitation.

"but……"

The gaze he cast towards Horiguchi Chisato fully explained what he wanted to say but didn't finish.

"Ah, Mr. Ishikirimaru must have discovered it too." Smiling Qingjiang said with a smile, "So this is also the problem."

"We want Mr. Ishikirimaru to swear not to harm the master."

He neatly tied the rope in his hand into a knot.

"Otherwise, we have to resort to some extraordinary measures."

Candlestick cut: "...you are so skilled, Mr. Qingjiang."

Shiqiemaru pondered for a moment, then nodded slightly.

"Ok."

California Qingguang: "Huh?"

"It doesn't have to be that far. I can swear on that."

"If you need to get rid of evil things in the future," he said, "please leave it to me. I will also pay careful attention to the safety of the master during the work."

Among the fusangshen with erratic eyes, Niaowei murmured in a low voice: "Mr. Ishikimaru agreed faster than Mr. Qingjiang..."

These words drifted into Ishikimaru's ears.

"Because," he said with a gentle smile, "the one who summons is my master. Even if it is a divine sword, it is a sword first, and it should be wielded by the person who holds me."

"The master is not the kind of evil spirit that hurts others at will, is it?"

Chisato Horiguchi met his gaze, and suddenly realized that he was not asking her, but was waiting for a promise.

Wraith spirits and evil spirits, there is a big difference between one word.Even though the resentment infected Honmaru, she still walked on the dangerous wire rope and did not cross the boundary—or, at the moment when she was about to cross the boundary, she was pulled back violently.

"Ah."

She answered.

"Qing Jiang," she ordered, "I will give you the task of taking Ishikirimaru to visit the Honmaru."

"Ah, okay okay."

The fusangshen who had gathered at the forge just in case, dispersed in a hurry, and Ishikirimaru was a step behind the smiling face Qingjiang, listening to him introduce Honmaru and the work they were going to take over.

"It's about getting rid of evil things," said Qing Jiang with a smile on his face, hesitant, "but that's not all."

"Mr. Qing Jiang's words are..."

"Since Mr. Ishikirimaru knows that the master is different from the evil spirit, he should have a good understanding of this."

He went on to explain.

"In other words, there are not all unclean things that need to be expelled in this pill, and some can get along well. For example——"

They happened to be in front of Awataguchi's room.

Smiling Qing Jiang pointed to the window.

Looking from the window, a doll is walking unsteadily on the floor.The little tiger behind it didn't feel scared either. It tilted its head and looked at it for a long time with great interest. Ah Wu bit the hem of the kimono, pulled the doll somersaults and wanted to pull it back.

A vague sound of sobbing came, Ranto Shiro immediately snatched the doll from the little tiger's mouth, and comforted him repeatedly.Wu Hutui also looked at the little tiger with some reproach. The latter drooped its ears and tail, and seemed quite dissatisfied.

Ishikimaru: "..."

"Or," said Qing Jiang with a smile, "you can also go to the kitchen to have a look."

When they arrived at the kitchen, the candle holders were just halfway on the fire, and after hearing their intentions, they also turned off the fire and turned to knock on the cabinet door.

After three knocks, something invisible pushed out a plate with great reluctance.

Candlestick Che was used to this scene, after that, every time he knocked, a plate was handed to him again.

Ishikimaru: "........."

"That's it."

Smiling Qing Jiang concluded.

"These harmless spirits that can get along well can be left alone. What we have to do is to solve the emergency situation in time if someone encounters something at night."

Ishikimaru's face showed some embarrassment.

"I understand." He was silent for a moment, and finally said, "Leave everyone's bad luck to me to get rid of it."

Ishikimaru's room doesn't need to be specially arranged.

The branch of the Sanjo Sect has finally ushered in another resident.

It wasn't until I heard that it was Ishikirimaru who came that Mikazuki walked out of the room slowly.

"I really miss it," he greeted his brothers in the same clan in a friendly manner, "Will Ishikiri Marudon come to have tea together?"

"I heard from Mr. Qing Jiang that there will be rumors of ghosts in the empty room."

Ishikimaru held the teacup, "This room also...has Mr. Mikazuki seen it?"

"Hahaha, I didn't pay much attention to that." Mikazuki smiled unrestrainedly, "However, according to the Yamabashi Kiritou next door, there are indeed existences similar to female ghosts."

Really... is there.

He put down the glass with a serious expression.

Facing Shiqiemaru who insisted on keeping watch at night, Mikazuki Zongjin didn't do much to stop him, and he only told him to go to bed earlier before falling asleep.

Shiqiemaru sat upright on the bed and saw the hands of the clock moving towards "twelve" steadily.

The female ghost floated in from the center of the door dejectedly, and was about to squat in the corner to grow mushrooms as usual, when she suddenly saw an extra guy in the room.

While seeing Ishikirimaru clearly, her cloudy eyes widened, and she plunged into the ceiling in shock.

this……

Ishikimaru, who didn't even have time to touch the corner of her clothes, thought uncertainly.

Should it be classified as harmless?

In Hasebe's room, he himself was still sleeping soundly.

The motionless light on the other bed was very unsettling, he felt thirsty when he was half asleep and half awake, and when he fished the bedside table, he only found an empty wine can.

Fudo Xingguang dazedly shook his ear, but there was no sound of water coming from inside.

——Although it is not to say that drinking must be done in the middle of the night, there is not even a glass of water here.He put all the amazake he bought and hadn't had time to drink in the refrigerator in the kitchen, and since he had to go out to pour water, he might as well just go and get a can of amazake.

The blue-haired Fu Sangshen—it seems to be called Yiqi Yizhen—asked him to read the manual handed to him, and he rolled his eyes twice during the day without moving, remembering that it said, Travel at night is prohibited except in emergencies.But now this is also an emergency, he is really thirsty.

He groped to get out of bed, didn't even notice that the shoes were reversed, and groped through the kitchen according to his memory.

That weird woman is gone, and it's a good thing nobody's snatching his drink.

Fudo Xingguang yawned, and Yu Yu thought so.

From the corridor to the kitchen, there are dim yellow lights on all the way. He doesn't need to be chased this time, and he won't lose sight of where he goes.Even in a drunk state, Fudo Xingguang still has good night vision and selective memory, which is at least enough for him to swing into the kitchen door without error.

When he opened the refrigerator, the cold air hit his face, but his eyes were not fully opened yet.

Ganjiu was still well placed where it should be, Fudo Xingguang reached in to hold a can, and suddenly felt someone tugging on his clothes.

"Brother," for some reason, in the middle of the night, a young but thin and distorted child's voice sounded beside him, "Will you play with me?"

Fudo Xingguang resolutely refused without even thinking about it.

"No."

He took Amazake and wanted to open the can.

The boy persevered and pulled down the corner of his clothes again.

"I'm bored by myself," he said in an almost begging tone, "I found you with great difficulty, so, together?"

"Hi, go find another—"

When Fudo Xingguang turned his head impatiently and saw that blank and smooth face, the rest of the words stuck in his throat.

"Accompany me, shoot the ball, how about it?"

The boy with a blank face was holding the ball in one hand, noticing his sluggishness, he giggled.

"Just use, brother's head?"

Fudo Xingguang: "..."

Sober up.