hostel
It was gray, and Yamazaki Ichiro, who had been traveling for a long time, was sleeping soundly, but the air around him seemed to be very moist, and gradually there were water drops on his eyebrows.
"Bah!" There seemed to be a gentle knock on the door.
"Who?" Afraid of waking up Yamada Shinichi who was sleeping next door, Yamazaki Ichiro woke up and walked to the door, asking in a low voice through a paper door.
No one answered, so I yawned again and looked around. Why is it foggy here? What's going on
Opening the door, Yamazaki Ichiro saw layers of water mist hanging on the steps. The water mist was not cold, but made people feel very comfortable.
Yamazaki Ichiro was a little confused. He suddenly heard the sound of water.
"Is it a hot spring? This hotel has a hot spring?" I don't know why, he had this idea, and unconsciously went deeper. Finally, the fog began to gradually dissipate, revealing a small area.
The stone carvings are scattered in the mist, and the path is paved with smooth cobblestones. The half-lifted paper lanterns glow with green light. Along with the sound of water, a scent of fragrance spreads over.
Yamazaki Ichiro had a very good nose and immediately recognized that this was the scent of a woman!
Although he is a samurai, he is only a lower-level samurai with little income. Over thirty years old, he can only occasionally go to Flower Street to find some women to vent his anger.
This time he accompanied Yamada-don to Heianjing. Along the way, he didn't have the time to find women for entertainment, and he was already depressed.
Smelling this aroma, I couldn't help but squint my eyes and get closer.
At this time, someone spoke inside, and his voice was gentle and sweet.
"Madam, I heard that two samurai arrived in the capital today. They must be the messengers of Lord Koji and Izumi Tachibana Michizada. Do you want to summon them?"
Mrs. Izumi Shikibu
The woman in the hot spring is actually Mrs. Shikibu whom I will meet tomorrow? !
The woman sighed softly, and this sound was as gentle as a cat's paw, scratching the tip of Yamazaki Ichiro's heart, making it unbearably itchy.
"Hey, so what if he is a messenger? He went to work as Izumi Shou, leaving me here alone. How lonely it is... You go, I will take a bath again."
"Yes, ma'am." A maid answered and came out. She was wearing linen clothes, but the workmanship was meticulous and she also had jewelry.
Logically speaking, knowing that it was his wife, Yamazaki Ichiro should quickly avoid it, but for some reason, he felt hot in his heart and hid behind a stone.
The maid came closer. She looked sixteen or seventeen years old, dignified and beautiful. Yamazaki Ichiro swallowed and stared at her charming curves. The maids were so attractive, let alone the hostess.
The maid seemed to be smiling but not smiling. She glanced at the stone, then seemed to notice nothing and walked along the path.
The fog became thicker and thicker, and Yamazaki Ichiro unconsciously approached and looked inside.
Suddenly, a woman who lowered her head and gently rubbed her silk-like silk hair came into view, and she suddenly felt an impulse spread throughout her body.
When he woke up, he had already rushed into it, and his hands were pressed on the woman's bare skin. It was so lubricated and delicate that it made his mind fly.
"I..." Yamazaki Ichiro was speechless. Should he explain or beg for mercy
Before he could react, the woman smiled slightly and pulled him gently. The two of them fell into the hot spring and rolled into a ball...
Next room
In hotels of this era, straw mats and coarse quilts were certainly not enjoyable. The only valuable thing was that at least the straw mats and quilts were sun-dried, giving them a bit of sunshine.
The young man was lying in his clothes, the night wind was howling, and the corridor was quiet. Suddenly, there was a faint smoke, slowly sliding in along the gap of the closed wooden door.
Pei Ziyun's closed eyes opened, filled with sarcasm.
"It's interesting to visit sneakily in the middle of the night."
As he said it was interesting, Pei Ziyun jumped up, and with a single move, the wooden knife was already in his hand.
Before the smoke that squeezed in had time to touch Pei Ziyun, he stepped on it, and with a "pop", he let out a silent scream and disappeared.
"Wow", the wooden door opened, and in the dark corridor, several vague figures first paused, then roared silently, and pounced back.
Looking at them, we can see that although they are humanoid and wearing clothes, their appearance is ugly and ferocious, with deep-set eye holes with flickering will-o'-the-wisps, and their mouths open to the limit.
There were six of them, three with swords in their hands and three with bare hands. Their nails were long and sharp, glowing black and blue.
Along with them comes a sickening stench.
Pei Ziyun is not actually a mysophobic person, but he has always been able to deal with such monsters quickly, so he can deal with them quickly.
With a wave of the wooden sword, there was a sharp white light in the darkness.
The demons and ghosts that rushed towards them were almost as fast as shadows, but with just a "pop" and the sound of paper being torn apart, their bodies paused, and then with a "boom", a cluster of white flames appeared on their bodies, suddenly turned into a fire.
"ah!"
Pei Ziyun's power restrained the demons and ghosts very well. They only had time to let out a scream before they were burned clean by the white flames and turned into dust. Even the sword was not spared.
"What's going on? What's going on? Who's screaming?" At the end of the corridor, the hotel owner who heard the noise opened the door and rushed out with his clothes on. He didn't even bother with his shoes. He obviously heard the screams just now and was afraid that something would happen. .
As soon as he went out, he saw a person standing in the corridor with a knife in his hand. The boss was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground.
Fortunately, the figure spoke quickly: "It's me, Yamada Shinichi."
"Ah! It's Mr. Yamada!" Since he was a guest and not a robber, the boss was somewhat relieved. He asked, "Did you also hear the scream just now?"
Pei Ziyun held the wooden knife and frowned when the other party approached, "There are demons in your hotel. They just tried to attack me at night, but I killed them."
"Monster, ghost?" The boss's face turned pale with fear and his body trembled: "Sir, I don't know, I don't know what you are talking about! Are you okay? Oh my god, what is a ghost? Do you mean monsters and evil spirits? Why do they come to my hotel?"
Pei Ziyun stared carefully and said, "Stop acting. You are a hotel owner, don't you know these things?"
"Even if you've heard of it, you've heard of it a lot, right?"
"Before going to bed, your reaction to the legend of Denmo Soba has been exposed. Call out all the people you want to call out, right?"
As he spoke, the wooden knife was raised.
"Sir Yamada." Facing the wooden sword, the innkeeper really changed his color.
A well-informed person can feel that the wooden sword is colder than the saber on the samurai's waist, full of cold murderous aura, adding a chill to the blowing wind.
"How many people do you need to kill to have such murderous intent?"
"I can't think about it so much. I can only say it frankly. This is Heian Kyo. Even samurai cannot kill people casually." The innkeeper thought and knelt down respectfully: "Master Yamada, we can't collude with monsters and yin and yang." Neither Liao nor Jingzhi will bypass us."
The hotel owner raised his head slightly, looked at Pei Ziyun's expression, bit his lip, and continued: "But our hotel does know a little bit, so we prepared some people just for rescue. There is no other malicious intention."
As he spoke, he waved his hand, and there was a beeping and burning sound from behind. Four people came in, all of them were waiters, their faces were blackened by smoke, and they all knelt in silence.
There is no other evil intention to kill and rob goods, but if the customer dies, he will take the opportunity to plunder it, right
Pei Ziyun thought this, his expression softened slightly, and he looked next door.
"Although Yamazaki Ichiro has his own little calculations, he is still brave in normal times. Even if he is afraid, he will not cower in the room when his young master is in danger."
"Even the hotel owner heard the noise and ran out. The guests in the room also made some noise, but they didn't dare to come out. Why was it so quiet in the next room, with no movement at all?"
"This situation is very wrong!" Pei Ziyun signaled the boss to be silent and opened the door next door. The door was not closed tightly. He opened it with a slight pull.
The room was dark, but with just one glance, it was clear that there was no one inside.
"Yamazaki Ichiro is not in the room."
"It looks like something happened." Pei Ziyun was about to turn around when he stopped and smelled a faint odor in this room.
This smell is similar to the smell of the demons just now, but more complex.
The innkeeper exclaimed: "Ah! Who?"
"What's wrong?" Pei Ziyun went out and asked.
The hotel owner's eyes widened and he pointed at one place: "Just now, there was a figure just now!"
"Is it Ichiro Yamazaki?"
With this thought in mind, Pei Ziyun chased after him. The boss and his four waiters held up torches. Although the light was still dim, he could still see it. Soon, he saw a figure lying face down on a stone in the courtyard. This man was motionless. Judging from his figure and clothing, he was consistent with Yamazaki Ichiro who was not in the room.
"Ah, could it be that samurai-sama?" As he got closer, the innkeeper just took a look and almost fell down. He quickly held on to the handrail to hold on, while the four waiters behind him all retched.
Pei Ziyun's expression was relatively calm, with only a hint of anger. He went over and slowly turned the man over. Sure enough, it was Yamazaki Ichiro.
Yamazaki Ichiro's pants have been taken off, but his body is twisted and black, covered with coagulated blood and mud. He doesn't know what kind of punishment he has been subjected to. All he can see is that the skin and flesh are torn all over his body. The hand exposed in the left sleeve is broken, and even the bones are exposed. out.
The most peculiar thing is that although Yamazaki Ichiro's face is twisted and dark, if you look closely, you can see that his expression is full of happiness and he does not seem to feel any pain at all.
"In the final analysis, demons and ghosts are not only filthy, but also have very little moral and worldview." Pei Ziyun was not surprised and murmured to himself.
Initially, the stories about the love between humans and ghosts and between humans and monsters filled young people with dreams.
"I wish I had a fox girl or a ghost girl."
But among other things, as he saw and heard about the world, Pei Ziyun became more and more aware that the so-called monsters and demons were actually losers and filthy people - who would fall in love with dirty garbage
Nervous
The person in front of me has met a female ghost, right
How stupid...
Pei Ziyun felt a little pity for this man, just a little between his eyebrows.
(End of chapter)