[Comprehensive] Dark Honmaru Whitening Daily

Following the guidance of the voice, Lu Qiaoqiao climbed the winding stairs, and finally, she stopped in front of a dark shoji door.

I don't know how long no one has been here, the door frame has rotted and turned black, and the spider webs are covered with a layer of dust.

Lu Qiaoqiao stood in front of the door, hesitating and hesitating.

Click.

There was a knock on the door down the stairs.

Lu Qiaoqiao's heart suddenly rose.

"Oh, aren't you here?"

Fu Sangshen's voice seemed to be separated by a layer of water, vague and hazy, the sound of footsteps approaching, Fu Sangshen slowly appeared at the end of the stairs like a ghost.

Then, treating Lu Qiaoqiao as nothing, he walked back and forth by her side, walked around in front of the small attic, and went downstairs again.

Until his figure disappeared, Lu Qiaoqiao did not recover.

'As I said, Sankayue couldn't see him. '

Can't see it?

Indeed, even though she was standing in the attic, Fu Sangshen turned a blind eye to her.

'Don't be surprised, you've seen it before, illusion... This attic is hidden by illusion. '

The voice came again.

'Ah, but if it was a voice, maybe he would have heard it. '

So Lu Qiaoqiao's exclamation was swallowed by her with difficulty.

She breathed a sigh of relief and whispered, "Thank you."

The voice disappeared again.

Lu Qiaoqiao was a little uneasy. She looked around and lowered her voice: "Hello... how are you? Excuse me, are you still there?"

After a long time, the boy's voice finally sounded again, but this time, it seemed even more ethereal.

'Don't be afraid,' he said softly, 'I'm right here. '

'My...power,' he said staccatoly, 'is fading, but don't worry...you are safe here. '

Lu Qiaoqiao was stunned.

"You... why did you help me?"

'Because I can see the clear spiritual power on your body. '

The voice was a little proud, "San Riyue is a fool, obviously your strength is the same as the master, clear and warm... I will never be wrong. '

'You are a good boy. '

Determined and inclusive.

It was clearly the voice of a young man, but the tone of his speech seemed to be that of an elder.

So Lu Qiaoqiao made up his mind.

"Thank you," she said softly, "Excuse me, are you also Sword Fusangshin?"

'Well, yes yo! '

"Your body, behind this door?"

The pitch-black shoji door was like a curtain. Lu Qiaoqiao stretched out her hand and gently touched the decayed door frame.The wood rustled and fell.She withdrew her hand: "I can feel it."

"Behind this door... there is a weak spiritual power."

"Excuse me," she pressed, "what's wrong with this city?"

After a long time, the voice sounded again.

'Would you like to hear a story? '

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Mustakiri, the treasure of Genji, is also known as Onikiri because he once chopped off the arm of Ibaraki Doji, the ghost of Rashomon.

In front of him, all ghosts trembled.

Perhaps because of this, when he personally used the blade full of divine power to slash at the looming ghost creature in the mist, the power that shocked the group of ghosts also caused the ghost creature to tremble.

"It's really laborious," the blond Fusangshen smiled, "If my younger brother Maru is here, I can speed up a bit."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga stared intently at the void, there was a crack there, and with each cut made by Hidekiri, the ghost behind the gap became more and more obvious.

"It's now!" Fu Sangshen suddenly pulled out his sword, stabbed together with Mustache, the tips of the two katana pierced a little at the same time, and then, a jet of black miasma spewed out suddenly.

"Open it," Yaken Toshiro said, "My lords, this is the miasma of ghosts."

"Then I'll leave it to you. Yaken." Hikakiri said, "My power can only open a gap, but neither I nor the Wujo family's sword can get through. You can only sneak in and open the gap." Bring out the god judge."

"Remember, after you find the god judge, try to bring her as close to the edge of the ghost as possible. I will open the gap again from the outside."

"No problem." The young man pulled out his dagger, raised the edge of the blade, facing the miasma, and rushed towards the crevice of the ghost.

"Don't worry, leave it to me."