[Comprehensive] Dark Honmaru Whitening Daily

The cold moon is like a hook, overlooking the palace gate hanging high above the sea of ​​clouds.

"My lord," the paper-shaped shikigami announced, "Mr. Amamura is visiting."

The young man who was wiping the blade stopped, and the moonlight penetrated the window, reflecting the mask covering his face, which was the same virtual face as those of the Six Paths.

"Yucun," the young man stood up, and said leisurely, "Why are you here so late...huh?"

He exclaimed, "Yumura, are you injured?"

A tall man walked in from outside the door. The traces of hard fighting hadn't disappeared from his body, and the dried blood clots were mixed with the soil, making him look miserable.

"What's going on," the young man asked in surprise, "Who hurt you?"

The man was silent, and threw out a sentence: "It's okay."

"I'm here to ask for some dingzi oil." He untied the knife at his waist. "This Tongtian Guanzhengguo was damaged in the battle and needs to be bought."

He pulled out the knife, and the moonlight streamed on the blade, which was sharp and beautiful, but some small scratches slightly damaged its blade.

"Yumura, you should heal yourself first..."

"I'm sorry to trouble you." Yucun interrupted him, spreading his palms towards him: "Dingziyou."

The young man was silent for a while, and went to search for the materials in the wooden cabinet.

"Really," he shook his head, "Sometimes I even start to get confused, are you still the ghost face that other people say is that the sword Fusangshen is a tool."

Yucun was silent.

The young man put the bottle with the charm into Yucun's hands.

"Since you cherish the sword so much, don't always make misleading words and deeds."

"My mind will not change." Yucun said without hesitation.

"Do you still not agree with the existence of Touken Fusangshen?"

"Hmph," the blood-stained man sneered from under his face, "I agree?"

"Look at this Tongtian Guanzhengguo," he raised the blade, reflecting the moonlight, "sharp and tough, it is an invincible weapon on the battlefield, and a rare treasure."

"But once they became, the so-called sword Fusangshen, possessing human bodies, everything began to change."

"Gods deluded by humans, or humans deluded by gods, fight, shake... fall in darkness."

"Aren't those who insist on letting them descend in a state of mourning gods—blasphemy?"

"Rain Village!"

The youth was frightened by him.He quickly stopped him: "Stop talking."

Umura stopped talking.

"Huai," he called the young man's name after a long time, "I have already realized something. My heart will not be shaken."

"Preserving history... is the responsibility of humanity."

Huai folded his sleeves, and he sighed softly, "Yu Village."

The young man's voice was also like the flowing moonlight: "Are you still concerned about that matter—the crime of stealing gods committed by Qian Feng?"

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"It turned out to be like this, you met people from the tribe of the Six Paths." In the ghost path, Mustache said thoughtfully, holding his chin.

"Strictly speaking, they should be called 'Special Operations Forces'. The so-called 'Six Departments of Taoism' is a vague collective term from the outside world. They are actually the six functional departments established by the Government of Time. Those who hunted you should be well-known. Ghost face, Yucun."

"As for what you said, people who can use Anshenxiang..."

Chikiri thought: "I remember this person, but she should be good at pharmacology."

"You know the tribe of the Six Paths well?" Tsurumaru Kuninaga asked.

Mustache but avoided talking about it.

"As for what you said, the Honmaru that turned into a ghost," his eyes were filled with mist, covering all his emotions, "I have heard that there are so many Honmaru that disappeared after losing the judge... ..."

"Most of them were the first batch of God-inspectors to be recruited. At that time, everything was still being explored, and it was inevitable that there would be various mistakes," said Hidekiri, who paused for a while, looking at Tsurumaru Kuninaga : "Ah, speaking of it, the most famous one is the Honmaru where 'Black Crane' was born. That, the first Dark Fallen Sword."

——Did this guy see it?

Tsurumaru Kuninaga's expression remained unchanged, but a little ripple appeared in his heart.

Heihe, the original Dark Fallen Knife.

It was Tsurumaru Kuninaga.

"Don't be nervous, because I'm a knife that kills ghosts, so I'm bound to be more sensitive to breath, and other guys can't see it," Mustache pointed out, "However, the ghosts here are not the one that gave birth to the black crane... ..."

"Do you know where it came from?"

Hikari stopped talking.

He seemed to be lost in memory, and after a while, he smiled softly: "After all, Sanri Yuezong, who is good at illusion, is not common."

"This Honmaru, which has been transformed into a ghost, should belong to the first batch of inquisitors, No. A-19."

"Her name is Qian Feng."

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"Until now, I still can't believe why Qian Feng chose that path in the end."

The moonlight is like water, and Huai's voice seems to be covered with mist.

Click, Amamura closed the handle of the knife.

"I have to go now."

"Yucun," Huai stood up, "Have you still not found Fusangshen from the Honmaru of Ren-71?"

Yucun stood with his back to him, his shadow wavered slightly, and after a long time, he said in a deep voice, "Yes."

"Except for the few Fusangshen who he said 'defected', the rest are all missing."

"..."

"I haven't reported it to the center yet," Yucun said. "This time, I will find out the truth myself."

He didn't speak any more, just walked out the door.

The paper figurine shikigami closed the door, and the room returned to silence.

Huai sat down slowly. He took a knife on the knife holder, took out a silk cloth, and wiped it slowly.

"Yumura... is really a persistent person."

He shook his head, turned to the shadow and said, "What do you think?"

The light and shadow swayed slightly, and a figure appeared from the darkness.

There is actually a third person in this room.

That was also Touken Fusangshin, but he was wearing a pure black haori without any decorations to indicate his identity, and he also wore a mask on his face.

Under the pure white mask, only his eyes can be seen, like purple gemstones, filled with lingling moonlight.

Fu Sangshen walked behind Huai silently.

"Are you still unwilling to talk about it today?" Huai asked.

Fu Sangshen didn't say a word.

Huai shook his head: "You are very similar to Mr. Yucun."

"You just said that all the swords of Honmaru No. 71 disappeared?"

Fu Sangshen asked suddenly.

"Do you also care about this?" Huai asked in surprise.

"..."

Huai sighed lightly: "You should know that No. 71 interrogator Ren-[-] was defeated in Mount Houshi and fled back to Honmaru alone. However, he was hijacked by the vagabond Fusangshen, resulting in a mental breakdown."

"No matter how much we persuade him, he is unwilling to continue serving as a judge."

"The Department of Psionics had to send him back to the present world."

"I know that."

Fu Sangshen said indifferently.

"According to the usual practice, the Honmaru of the resigned god judge must be taken back. Fusangshen who have been summoned can be re-turned into swords and assigned to another Honmaru according to their choice, or appointed by the government of time to serve in the Six Divisions .”

"But Umura and the others didn't find any Fusangshin in the Honmaru of Ren-71."

"There are more than 30 knives in the knife account that records the list of Fusangshen, but these Fusangshen are all gone. It's not a defection, nor is it a dark fall. It's like they..."

Huai stopped talking.

"How are they?"

Huai turned to talk about other things: "Did you know that this kind of thing happened before."

"Our former colleague...Qian Feng, her Honmaru, also disappeared overnight, and all the swords and swords Fusangshen disappeared."

The young man turned around and stared into Fu Sangshen's eyes: "You should know that the government has a magic technique, which allows Fu Sangshen's power to be temporarily borrowed by the god judge."

"As for Qian Feng, she is the Liao Si of the surgery department. She has improved the technique of possessing spirits and created a technique...that can directly steal divine power."

"That fusangshen of Honmaru was almost all fused by her."

"Steal the power of the gods as a mortal."

Huai sighed softly: "Qianfeng is good at illusion, so the abnormality of No. A-19 Honmaru has not been discovered for a long time. It was only by chance that the divine examiner who knew her came to visit and discovered the truth."

"Because of dismantling a large number of swords in a short period of time, the main pill of A-19 is full of divine power."

"And now... the Honmaru of Ren-71 is in the same situation."

There was silence.

Fu Sangshen with purple eyes stood quietly, there seemed to be crystal water in his eyes.

"According to the god judge of Ren-71 Honmaru, after he was kidnapped by the wandering Fusangshen, he once met a girl who possessed strange spiritual power and karmic fire, and was accompanied by the fallen Fusangshen. Token Fusangshen, who defected from Ren-71 Honmaru, took refuge in her, maybe it was she who put all the swords of Ren-71 Honmaru..."

"It's not her." Fu Sangshen suddenly said, interrupting Huai's words.

The young man seemed a little surprised: "Huh?"

Fu Sangshen fell silent again.

"Aren't you willing to go on? It's your attitude that makes me even more curious." Huai sighed.

He walked out the door: "I'll also ask you to watch the night tonight. Besides, Mr. Yucun's condition is not good, please take care of me."

"...that judge."

When Huai walked to the door, Fu Sangshen's voice sounded again: "How is she doing now?"

Huai was stunned for a while before realizing: "Are you asking about Qian Feng?"

"She..." the young man sighed:

"Probably still fleeing somewhere."

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"I escaped. The God Judge Qian Feng."

Mustache said leisurely.

"After all, it is one of the six divisions. Liao Si of the surgery department knows the methods of his colleagues very well."

The dim light of the ghost path makes day and night meaningless, and also makes the passage of time less obvious, but perhaps considering the preciousness of time, Higakiri tried to use as short a language as possible, and said something that Tsurumaru Kuninaga, Yaken Toshiro is horrified by the truth.

"There is such a thing," Yaoken Fujishiro said, "Is it really possible to seize Fusangshen's power?"

"Who knows, it is said that the former Liao Si also created the art of possessing the spirit. From a certain point of view, this is really an excellent warlock, isn't he?"

Mustache said lightly.

"Mr. Hikiri!"

"Relax," the blond Fu Sangshen patted the young man's shoulder lightly, but fixed his eyes on Tsurumaru Kuninaga, "Although this Honmaru that has become a ghost is the famous Ka-19, but now There is only a weakened Sanri Yue Zongjin inside, as long as we can enter the ghost, with our strength, it is enough to defeat him."

However, how to enter the ghosts is the key.

Tsurumaru Kunei said: "I can't do anything about this, what can you do? The legendary sword that kills ghosts."

"It's true that I can break through a little gap, but it's up to you, the younger generation of the Gojo family."

Hidekiri pulled out the knife at his waist with his backhand: "Hey, the influence of the fog and rain is disappearing, and the timing is just right."

While speaking, he suddenly stabbed the sword into the void.

At the same time, a weak voice came into Tsurumaru Kuninaga's ears.

Very faint at first, then gradually clearer—

'Mr. Tsurumaru! '

It was Lu Qiaoqiao's voice.

"Master!" Fu Sangshen suddenly became excited.

'Mr. Tsurumaru, that's great, I can finally contact you. '

The girl's voice continued to ring in his consciousness.

"Just now... I don't know why, I can't even enter Honmaru..."

To be precise, due to the suppression of ghosts, the entrance of Honmaru hidden in Lu Qiaoqiao's shadow was blocked, and her body could not enter Honmaru.

Lu Qiaoqiao's soul is connected with the Honmaru that has turned into an abyss. No matter what the situation is, she can enter the Honmaru in the state of her soul.

This is also the reason why she can dive into the abyss with her consciousness in her dream.

But you can't just throw the body away...

'How are you, Mr. Tsurumaru. '

'I'm fine. Tsurumaru Kuninaga's voice sounded full of energy.

'Master, where are you now? '

'...I don't know...here, the mist...eh. '

The girl's exclamation came, and then there was no movement.

'Owner? '

'I'm fine... accidentally fell. '

In the mist, Lu Qiaoqiao got up from the ground, without the cover of the illusion, there were ruins and broken walls everywhere, and the ground was covered with gravel, and she would trip if she was not careful.

She wiped off the blood froth on her wrist: "Tsurumaru-kun?"

However, there was no response.

Lu Qiaoqiao then understood that the owner of this place had probably noticed it, and once again used the power of the ghost to cut her off from Fu Sangshen.

She couldn't help looking back, and there was indeed a vague shadow in the mist, approaching her slowly.

Looking around again, there is a towering city in front of it, and the castle tower in the center is particularly conspicuous.

Unknowingly, she went deep into the ghosts and ran to the center of the building complex.

Perhaps it was because he realized that she couldn't escape, the figure chasing Lu Qiaoqiao in the mist was so leisurely, as if he was teasing his prey, he didn't chase after her in one go, but slowly, driving her into a corner .

"..." Lu Qiaoqiao felt bitter.

'The judge...'

She was wandering around, but she heard a faint, unmistakable whisper in her ears.

It seemed to be a young boy's voice, guiding her: "Come here, God judge." '

'Left...right...yeah, see that staircase. '

'Come up. '

'That's right, it's here, don't worry, Sankayue can't see this place. '