"Desire in the world is so ugly. Is this what you want, Hisamatsu Akira?" On the stage, Longji knelt down next to Mr. Hisamatsu, with a ferocious Prajna expression on her face, and spoke to him in a chilling voice. Qingyan asked, and He Qin laughed, "It turns out his name is Jiu Songming... He hid it deeply enough."
Wen Zheliu scratched his cheek: "No matter what, this is a sad story. What should we do now, find Long Ji to complete the main plot? There will definitely be a battle."
"The key point is what exactly does she want us to do," He Qin mused. "When it comes to the main mission of Good Night Noh Drama, she has explained the whole thing to us clearly from beginning to end, and there is no need for players at all. What to investigate next—unless the kind of players who need to collect all achievements, like you and me. So... "
"So?" Wen Zheliu asked next.
"So I'm thinking," He Qin turned to look at him, "Her ultimate goal, if not to retrieve her treasure and regain her freedom—"
Wen Zheliu: "But the treasure has been taken away by the Holy Sister, and there is no way it can be taken back."
"Well," He Qin nodded, "This road is blocked. Then she wants us to resurrect Jiu Songming, or summon his soul."
"Huh?" Wen Zheliu was very surprised, "You mean Mr. Jiu Song? But thinking about it this way... The souls of Ruo Zi, Yu Zhaocha and Li Mei are all here. It makes no sense that Jiu Songming is not here. Then where did he go?"
On the stage at this moment, the Noh play is coming to an end.
Mr. Jiu Song was sighing and groaning on the sickbed, covering his face with his sleeves, and his voice was like an indistinct sob. Wen Zheliu asked doubtfully: "What is he talking about?"
"... My body is like falling into an ice cellar and burning like fire. How can I let go of everything in this world, let go of my dragon girl and fairy?" He Qin whispered, "He is unwilling to give up, he doesn't want to die yet."
Wen Zheliu said with emotion: "Long Ji's treasure was taken away, and the immortality that could be given to him in the past became empty talk. This can only be said to be his own fault."
On the stage, Mr. Hisamatsu let out a last long lament - no, it couldn't be regarded as a lament, it couldn't even be regarded as a human voice. It was like the wail of a wild beast, the hungry ghost who had suffered from heartburn and finally died in the fire. A trace of soul burned into a charcoal roar, and even the tail sound was drawn out to a length that was extremely unwilling. It was so horrifying that people felt chills in their hearts.
He finally died. The human soup and medicine could not cure his illness, and Long Ji's flesh and blood could only make him crazy. Fortunately, at the moment of his death, the immortal he longed for was still by his side.
Wen Zheliu took a deep breath and shrank his neck unbearably at the long and unbearable moan. He Qin then gently comforted him with his hot and warm palms and whispered: "Okay, I'm almost done. Understood."
Hearing that Liu Zheliu was grinning and shaking goosebumps on his body, he looked at He Qin curiously and asked, "Brother, what do you know?"
He Qin: "How can a person who is burned alive by his own desires leave his soul behind? She summoned the Onmyoji to come here just to see Hisamatsu Akira again."
"But she should hate Mr. Jiamatsu very much," Wen Zheliu looked down in confusion, "She was imprisoned here for decades, and even had her... No wonder the orthodox Onmyoji in the palace didn't He got rid of Long Ji ruthlessly and just exiled her here. I guess he also knows who made the mistake first."
He Qin smiled. He stretched out his hand and rubbed Wen Zheliu's cheek with his thumb: "No, baby. Human emotions are so complicated. There is never such a thing as right or wrong. What you think is hate, how do you know it's not something more serious? Deep love?”
"But… "
"What's more, Long Ji is still a mermaid." He Qin said, "A mermaid with an infinite lifespan, do you dare to say that you can completely understand her thoughts?"
As he spoke, he leaned close to Wen Zheliu's ear, kissed his cool and soft earlobe lovingly, and then lowered his voice and said, "Although she is an AI created by humans, 'destiny' Her power is endless, and you must not look at her with ordinary people's eyes... remember this."
Before the lingering sound of the last word completely dissipated in Wen Zheliu's ears, a strong smelly wind hit his nostrils, and a sonorous whistle of gold and jade collided in the air, splashing an exciting white rainbow!
Wen Zheliu's pupils shrank and he suddenly looked back: "What...!"
He Qin stood with his sword horizontally, blocking in front of Wen Zheliu. The slowly dissolving appearance was like a curtain of water melting in the air. The last two pieces of snow-white hunting robes were also like the flying feathers of a hunter. His sword The light was like a broken bamboo, pulling out a white line in the dark room without any disadvantage, like a roaring sea, and it collided with the enemy who was suddenly coming!
The other party let out a deafening roar, and in an instant, the turbid smell of alcohol mixed with the fishy and tangy blood vapor covered his face, filling the entire room with an extremely stench.
"Yu Zhao Tea?!" Wen Zheliu said in silence, and immediately took out the Baron's cane and held it in his hand. Without hesitation, he poured a tube of intermediate experience potion into his mouth, directly raising the level to 27, but there was still one level left to unlock the cane. All properties and functions. At this moment, Yu Zhaocha wrapped his tongue around He Qin's blade and let out a deep belch. In its huge belly, the two of them heard a shaking and crashing sound like a drum at the same time.
Hearing that Zheliu secretly said something was wrong, He Qin didn't even look back and said in a deep voice: "Go up!"
Wen Zheliu stepped on the coffee table. His improved physical fitness made him as light as a deer that could truly climb mountains and ridges. He ran to the screen pages lined up on the side accurately, and then used it as a support point to jump to the room. Liang stuck his cane horizontally on his head, exerted his strength with his arm, and suddenly turned over, shaking down a layer of accumulated dust.
"Brother, give me your hand!" He entangled his legs with the beam, swung his body down, and stretched out his hand towards He Qin.
At the same time, He Qin's sword was as cold as the snow on a thousand mountains. After hearing that the broken willow had climbed onto the roof beam, he no longer had any scruples. The moment of evil aura rose like thunder, and the moment of murderous intent passed like a stream of light. He swung the knife, until Cut the front!
-Thousands of thunders crashed down on the plains. Yu Zhaocha's huge body was an unavoidable target. The tyrannical sword energy even exploded all the screen decorations in the room into a mess. The female ghost screamed and her bulging belly Like a watermelon that exploded in an uproar, tens of thousands of kilograms of blood, water and wine mixed with the ghosts and ghosts spewed out from the inside!
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Soon after, Wen Zheliu's hand had already grasped He Qin's strong wrist. He gritted his teeth and made a strong lock button on his abdomen. The joints and muscles of his shoulders, arms, waist and abdomen were all at the same time. Using all his strength, He Qin was thrown onto the crossbar!
The blood rushed to the sky, and the room below instantly turned into a swirling red sea wave. The water rushed down from the observation deck unstoppably, and fell into a terrifying waterfall on the high building. Amidst the loud noise, they heard Yu Zhaocha's roar of pain and resentment, which reverberated throughout the empty palace.
"How did it get in?" Wen Zheliu said loudly, "Why did Longji let it out, just to hunt us down?!"
"On the contrary, she is testing us." He Qin said, "Onmyoji, who can understand Noh drama and understands the ins and outs, is there enough strength to recall Hisamatsu Akira?"
Wen Zheliu was about to lose consciousness due to the choking blood wine below. He collapsed and said, "Then send the little boss to kill us?!"
As he spoke, Yu Zhaocha was already dragging his stomach, which was as tired as a bag and crumbling, like a big four-legged spider, climbing from the wall to the opposite side of the beam, with billows of wine still gushing out from it. The river is like a disgusting pocket of another dimension. Its blood-red eyeballs bulged, and it let out a terrifying and ferocious scream at the two of them!
"Back off." He Qin's expression remained unchanged. The horizontal blade in his hand was crystal clear. It was completely a murderous work of art, not stained by any earthly dirt. "Your brother is going to kill ghosts."
Both sides were sizing up the other side cautiously and aggressively. At this moment, Wen Zheliu was holding his cane and looking at He Qin's broad, swollen back from behind. It seemed that he once again saw the emotionless, latent look in him. The beastly nature that intends to tear everything to pieces is no better than the crazy and inhuman ghost opposite.
The tense atmosphere was extremely tense. Wen Zheliu was about to speak when he suddenly heard a voice from below.
In the surging red wine river below, in addition to the undulating broken screens and coffee table picture frames, there are countless ghosts wandering in it. At this moment, they all poked their heads out from inside, staring at the sky above with their empty and elongated eyes. , from which tears flowing whether they are wine or blood flowed.
"Things from the past are reflected in the present. Who knows about dreams, appearances, and illusions?"
They spoke together, and the vast and hoarse questions gathered together, floating on the loud sound of the waves of the blood river, but they were changed from Long Ji's lyrics just now.
—The ancient legend has now come to me. Who knows if this is a dream, reality, or a fantasy world
What's this? Is it Long Ji's question to them, or is it a necessary part of the main mission? How should he answer? Should he lie and conceal it, or should he tell the truth
"You can say whatever you want." He Qin said softly from the front.
He couldn't care less about the rhyming contest. Wen Zheliu was so excited that he immediately stood up from the beam and said loudly: "Although this is your reality, we..."
He gritted his teeth. At this moment, his heart was full of mixed feelings and tastes. After all, he still couldn't tell the truth. When the words came to his mouth, he turned around and said: "... We can try, okay? Let's try to let you see Jiu Song again. bright!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the ghosts below sighed and sank under the rolling wine river. Before Wen Zheliu knew whether this answer was qualified, he heard Yu Zhaocha scream across from him, dragging his rumbling belly and twisting limbs, and rushed towards the two of them like lightning!
"Let's go!" He Qin's eyes were fierce, and he said this to Wen Zheliu, "Run down and find Long Ji!"
"Longji?" Wen Zheliu turned around subconsciously and asked, "She's here too?"
From the gap between the vertical and horizontal beams, he caught a glimpse of the Noh theater stage. It was now empty, except for one person standing in the center, wearing a loose blue dress and an ugly Prajna face.
… Is that Long Ji? ! She personally performed this Noh drama about Ama’s love and death for everyone? !
The costumes of the Noh opera were too exaggerated and gorgeous, and with the masks covering them, it was no surprise that Oriyanagi didn't notice it, but now that he knew the boss of the main line was below, he no longer hesitated and immediately moved towards the side of the observation deck with his hands and feet. Use the ground to crawl over and reach out to grab the raised support point.
He Qin has the ability to deal with the enemies behind him, but he has not yet reached level 28. Staying here is tantamount to being a drag. If He Qin has his back, what else can he worry about
Yu Zhaocha's tragic howl and loud noise burst out from behind, and the sound of breaking came from the beam that was as wide as a person under his feet. Wen Zheliu grabbed hold of him and inserted his cane hard between the flying wood chips, swinging from the beam with all his strength. Down!
He was hanging in the air, trying his best to grasp the exquisitely carved eaves of the palace. His toes were on the noses of the ancient beasts squatting at the four corners. Below him was a distance that was several stories high. It was dizzying to just poke his head. There were gushing waves beside him. The falling blood waterfall, if the hem of the clothes is slightly stained, white smoke suddenly rises, making a hissing sound of being corroded. Faced with this situation, Wen Zheliu first took out the communication talisman and sent an urgent message to his teammates.
How are you? Are everything okay
After a while, a reply came from Du Zijun: He is being chased by Li Mei! Fuck me
The next second after the transmission was connected, he heard roars coming from the palace on the right side of Zheliu from far to near. He immediately thought of something and couldn't help but widen his eyes and moan incessantly: "Wait, isn't it-"
—The explosion was deafening, and the entire carved wall next to Wen Zheliu exploded with a shocking movement!
"Have you ever worked at the demolition office?!" Wen Zheliu was almost deafened by half of his ears, and his whole body was almost thrown away by the turbulent weather wave like a volcanic eruption. He swayed left and right in the wind, barely holding on to the support point again, and roared angrily: "Can you please be quieter!!"
Du Zijun poked his head out from the huge hole that was blasted all over the face. The golden sand eagle in his hand was steaming with white air. He saw the Wenzheliu hanging next to him at a glance. He couldn't help laughing and said, "I'm sorry, buddy. Didn’t it blow you up?”
"Hurry down! We have to find Long Ji before Shenzhuo," Wen Zheliu squatted down angrily, "Where is Xie Yuanyuan?"
Du Zijun: "I asked him to use him as a bait to seduce Li Mei. Hiss, that female ghost was so cruel. She almost made me appear half-naked when she touched her claws..."
Wen Zheliu: "..."
Du Zijun said as he took out the semi-automatic alloy hook connected to the iron rope from the package. The quality of the props they used at this time was not at the same level as the hook gun used by Zhou Yao in the first world, "Xie Yuanyuan That kid can't understand Noh drama, so I have to explain it to him, like a kid asking a hundred thousand whys... Where's He Qin?"
He listened to the sound next door, and then looked at the deadly wine river: "Are you fighting Yu Zhaocha? Oh, the noise is loud enough."
"Yes, leave this to him for a while and let him hold on to it."
Du Zijun suddenly swung the alloy hook to the solid bronze lady statue placed in the corridor, and pulled it hard to make sure it was perfect: "Why, why don't you cherish him now and live and die with him?"
"Believe him." When He Qin was mentioned, Wen Zheliu couldn't control the expression on his face. He smiled sheepishly, took the rope and tied it around his waist. He knew that Du Zijun was also cruel, but in fact There is no sarcasm in it, "Sometimes I want to protect him, but he is always the most powerful in my heart, so... I'd better trust my instincts."
Du Zijun: "..."
Du Zijun really wanted to slap himself on the ear, why was his mouth so short
"Speaking of which," Wen Zheliu asked, "can you understand Noh drama? I thought that in the 24th century, only people with high-quality education and history buffs would understand this stuff."
Du Zijun's reply was a little vague: "I went to Japan to discuss business with someone before, and I watched a few shows by the way."
"Oh." When it came to Du Zijun's real life matters or business, Wen Zheliu stopped asking. He took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "Brother, let's go down first! I'll leave the rope for you." this!"
He Qin's voice rang out between the thunderous waves and the hoarse roar of the female ghost: "I know!"
Wen Zheliu and Du Zijun walked in tandem, hanging on two strong iron ropes, suddenly slid down from the highest point of the palace, and kicked on the side wall of the palace's eaves and brackets.
"Find Long Ji, and then, what are your plans?"
The wind howled in their ears, and the two tried their best to avoid the splashing blood. Wen Zheliu heard Du Zijun ask.
He smiled helplessly: "What else can we do? To be reasonable, we can't kill her, right? She is an immortal mermaid."
In silence, Du Zijun whispered: "...Have you forgotten, the people from Muspelheim have already killed her once?"
Wen Zheliu was suddenly startled and almost missed his footing.
Yes, Muspelheim... When they first broke through, they used a fire to burn everything here - including Long Ji, who was a mermaid but had lost all her magic power.
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