[Comprehensive] Dark Honmaru Whitening Daily

The people who came out of the mist gradually approached.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga's hand was still on the handle of the knife, but there was a trace of surprise in his eyes.

"Oh, it turned out to be—"

Lu Qiaoqiao couldn't hear what was said next.

Her consciousness became more and more blurred, her vision seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and she vaguely heard Tsurumaru's call in her ears, calling "Master" eagerly.

She wanted to respond, but only made a faint, unintelligible whimper.

The last thing she heard was a gentle voice like moonlight: "Eh?"

It was a familiar voice.

Such thoughts flashed through her mind, and she fell into a coma completely.

……

…………

Lu Qiaoqiao felt her consciousness was ups and downs.

After a long time, she opened her eyes, and what she saw was the familiar darkness, like mist-like flames, surrounding her, and the wreckage of swords and swords floating around, the number was innumerable.

She entered the 'Honmaru' again.

Ever since she made a contract with Honmaru, whenever she fell asleep, her soul would sink here.Day after day, accompanied by the remnants of these swords.

A broken short knife floated over from the darkness and hit her face lightly.

Lu Qiaoqiao sighed secretly in her heart, she turned her body sideways, and the dagger dangled again, sinking into the darkness again.

In the deepest part of Honmaru, two knives stand among the incomplete swords.Clear spiritual power surrounds them, blocking resentment and karmic fire.Keep them safe and sound.

That was Qingguang and Yamato Shou'an in California.They have actually changed back to the form of swords.

Lu Qiaoqiao hurriedly swam downstream.

"Qingguang, Mr. Anding" she lowered her voice, carefully reached out her hand, and stroked the handle of the knife.

There was a slight fluctuation in the spiritual power surrounding the sword.

A faint voice appeared in Lu Qiaoqiao's consciousness.

'……Owner? '

It's California Clear Light.

"Qing Guang?" Lu Qiaoqiao hurried over, "Are you still conscious?"

The beautiful Dao with its red rim conveys a feeling of pure, exuberant joy.The blade trembled slightly.The faint voice repeated again: 'Master. '

In fact, Fu Sangshen has no consciousness at all. In this dark and deep abyss, he is only touched and called by the important master.

So, pure joy.

"Master..." Da Dao trembled and tilted downward, as if it was still in human form, trying to hug the girl.

Lu Qiaoqiao quickly caught it.But forgetting that she is in the state of a soul now, the knife passed through her arm and fell into the wreckage on the ground.

"I'm sorry..." Lu Qiaoqiao felt sad for some reason, she sat cross-legged beside Dahe Shou'an, her hands were covered with spiritual power, and she put California Qingguang on her knees.

"Qing Guang." She slowly stroked the knife in her hand, "Thank you."

"Oh, it's all my fault." Lu Qiaoqiao was dejected, "You have become like this. I haven't found any clues yet."

She raised her hand again, gently stroking Yamato Shou'an: "Thank you, Mr. Anding."

Dao was silent.The spiritual power surrounding it gently touched the girl's fingertips.

"Are you comforting me? Thank you." Lu Qiaoqiao said, "Don't worry, I won't give up just yet. Whether it's for your Excellency, or for your hard work."

"It's just that the situation is so complicated..." The girl curled up, hugged California Qingguang in her arms, and supported her cheek with one hand.

"The tribe of the Six Paths..." She recalled the ghost-faced man, "What the hell is it..."

Whether it's virtual face, possessing spirits, or soothing incense specifically for Fusangshen, I feel that the spells they use are all prepared to deal with Sangshen...

The stand-in shikigami held by the ghost-masked man also caught her attention.

And that empty Honmaru.Not only is the god judge gone, but even the sword is gone...

California Qingguang in his arms shook slightly.

Lu Qiaoqiao recovered from her contemplation, she lowered her head, stared at Da Dao, her eyebrows stretched.

"Are you worried about me? I'm fine."

She stroked the scabbard: "Thank you, Qingguang."

The karmic fire at the bottom of the abyss fluctuated slightly, and Lu Qiaoqiao paused.This is a signal that she is about to wake up.

"Looks like I'm leaving."

She carefully wrapped the swordsmen with spiritual power.

"I don't know how long I will keep you in the 'Honmaru'. You have worked hard during this time. Please take this opportunity to rest well."

The girl's figure slowly faded away. At the same time, Lu Qiaoqiao's consciousness finally recovered from a deep sleep, and her five senses also slowly recovered.

She first heard a vague voice, which seemed to be Tsurumaru Kuninaga talking about something.Then he also smelled the faint, night-like aroma of Fu Sangshen's body.

Finally, with the faint light spreading in her field of vision, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she opened her eyes.Immediately, Fu Sangshen's surprised voice was heard in his ears.

"Ah, finally woke up. Master."

The snow-white hair fell on her cheeks, and in front of her was a face that was very close, and her face was reflected in the golden pupils.

"...Mr. Crane." Lu Qiaoqiao rubbed the corners of her eyes, and then felt warmth on her forehead.Fu Sangshen put his hand on her forehead and nodded lightly.

"Hey, it's an honorific again, I'll be scared. Then... since you're not used to it, why don't you call me Tsurumaru, only the two of us call me like this, quietly, and don't let others know .”

He blinked at the girl: "You can also call me Crane Sauce."

"(⊙⊙)..."

"Haha, did I scare you?" Fu Sangshen curled up his hands and helped her sit up. "Just kidding, you can call me anything."

Lu Qiaoqiao decisively ignored him: "Mr. Tsurumaru."

She looked around: "Where is this?"

They are in a Japanese room, and the decoration should be very simple. The only decoration in the hall is a pot of Japanese style flower arrangement.

"Master," Tsurumaru Kuninaga continued to smile, but his eyes were more serious, "We are in a ghost."

Lu Qiaoqiao was stunned for a while: "Ghost?"

"Well, to put it simply, there are no human beings, and places where a large number of monsters or ghosts gather are no longer part of the normal world."

Fu Sangshen took her hand.With warm palms wrapping her, Lu Qiaoqiao felt that her body was actually very cold.

"There is a special spell in the Anshenxiang in you, which seals your spiritual power in your body. I can't do anything about it. Without the protection of spiritual power, the fog and rain of ghosts will affect you after all." Tsurumaru country Yong softly said, "I happened to meet a wandering Fu Sangshen, so I followed him to his residence."

"... Fu Sangshen who is wandering?" Lu Qiaoqiao was at a loss, she hesitated for a while, and asked cautiously, "Are you the same as everyone before you came to Honmaru?"

"Haha, that's probably it." Tsurumaru Kuninaga said with a smile.

In other words, the owner of this Japanese room is a dangerous guy.

Lu Qiaoqiao, who had suffered too much, came to such a conclusion in an instant.

She couldn't help showing a worried look.

"Master," Tsurumaru Kuninaga blinked, "that guy's strength is very weak."

"……what?"

Fu Sangshen raised his hand and gently rubbed the girl's hair. He smiled, but his eyes seemed to be covered with mist: "Fu Sangshen needs spiritual power to maintain his body and strength."

Not everyone is lucky enough to cross the other side of life and death, receive a gift from the gods, or meet a god judge like Lu Qiaoqiao.Most of the vagabonds pay the gods, and there is only one end.

That is silent death.

"The master here is almost unable to maintain his body." Tsurumaru Kuninaga said calmly, "But that guy's identity is a bit special, you may be surprised when you see it."

As soon as he finished speaking, there were footsteps in the distance, and a faint figure was reflected on the shoji door.

Then, Lu Qiaoqiao heard an extremely familiar voice: "Excuse me, may I come in?"

"Please come in."

The door was opened, light flooded into the room, and the man stood against the light, cutting thousands of beams of light into familiar outlines.

Lu Qiaoqiao opened her eyes wide in shock.Watching him walk into the room, the hem of the dark blue hunting clothes was naturally folded on the tatami, he smiled slightly, and the crescent moon in his eyes was shining brightly.

"Oh, what's the matter, this judge. You've been looking at me."

Lu Qiaoqiao lost her mind: "You are..."

"Sankai Yuezong is near?"

Fu Sangshen raised his sleeves to cover half of his cheeks. He smiled softly, with pale golden tassels hanging in his hair: "Haha, yes. In the next three days, Yue Zongjin is the most beautiful sword among the five swords in the world. , forged in the Heian era, that is to say, it is an old man, hahaha."

The master of this ghost.

It was another Mikami Tsukimune.