Wen Zheliu felt that the speed of his fall was extremely long... How could this happen? Not only is there no system loading prompt, but the time to enter the nearest transfer station is too long. Is there something wrong with the teleportation point in the White Tower? After all, the group of people gently and deftly took out a door and let them in...
Wen Zheliu counted the seconds silently in his mind. When he reached the 126th second, his vision went dark—no, that feeling couldn't be described as a simple "darkness". In just a short moment, his consciousness was absorbed along with his five senses. It was cut off instantly, and the top and bottom were completely empty and dark... I don't know how long it took, but when he fully woke up, the first thing to recover was his touch.
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Compared with the perception of the outside world controlled by the five senses such as vision, hearing, smell, taste, etc., the skin, as the largest sensory organ of the human body, is far more sensitive than other sense organs. This is why ancient swordsmen became more sensitive after losing their vision and hearing. They can abandon distracting thoughts and reach the so-called supreme state of mind without external objects, because they rely on their whole body to contact the outside world to grasp the murderous intention and whereabouts of their opponents.
His fingertips moved slightly, and the fabric under his body was laid out in a messy manner. The texture was clearly discernible. Although it was soft to the touch, the surface was not smooth. It felt like some kind of cotton and linen material. After a slight twist, it still had a slippery and moist feeling... What is it, is it blood, wine, or water
And it's a little strange, why does it seem like I'm not wearing pants? His bare calves were touching each other... something was wrong.
His five senses gradually returned, and his nose smelled a strange smell. It smelled like the result of a mixture of sake, blood, and burning spices. Needless to say, the smell of wine and blood was the only thing that filled the air. The aroma, smelling Zheliu and distinguishing it carefully, always makes me feel that I have encountered it somewhere... Is it Long Ji's palace? The faint and curling Baibu Heifang is calm and elegant, brewing with the scent of white sandalwood and **, just like the snow in winter... No, no, compared to the spices that Long Ji is qualified to use, the taste of this seems to be sweeter, smoother and more flattering. It seems like a girl covering her lips and smiling coquettishly is staring at you timidly.
After the sense of smell passed, his hearing gradually recovered, and the sound of a girl crying could be heard dimly in his ears, as well as a man's obscene smile... What the hell, what was going on
Wen Zheliu's mind was so deep in thought that most of it woke up. He remained motionless in the twisted posture lying on the ground. He heard the girl sobbing: "... Please forgive me, Lord Yasha... "
Although she was crying, some women's cries were like saws chopping dry wood, but her cries were smoother than milk. She was obviously filled with tears, and the pronunciation of each word was still clear and not abrupt at all.
The other person was silent for a long time without speaking. Taking advantage of this moment, Wen Zheliu quickly blinked his eyes, trying to regain his blurred vision. He lay on the floor with his head sideways, and the first thing he saw was a red and glowing floor.
Gan, I almost went blind.
After a long time, the man laughed softly.
Maybe Wen Zheliu heard it wrong, it wasn't a lewd laugh, it was a nice man's voice, and the laughter was full of appreciation and love for the girl. The man laughed for a while and then chanted softly: "The leaves of Yangtong have a delicate fragrance, and I came here specially to find them. But I saw the goddess's ethereal appearance, gathered together to play divine music... Miss Guang, someone told you that you should cry more Really? After all, the beauty of your crying is so touching and moving..."
… That’s bullshit, it’s obviously a perverted slut | laugh!
The man repeatedly praised the combo, but Wen Zheliu couldn't bear it anymore and opened his eyelids a crack again. This time, his vision was much clearer. He finally could tell that the ground was not glowing, but that the floor had changed from deep red to flawless. It is made of spliced fir wood and covered with smooth and warm oil wax. When the light shines on it, it glows with a translucent color like ruby and agate, making it look like it is glowing.
His eyes cast into the distance.
The interior is vast and gorgeous, with copper crane lamp holders as tall as one person painted with gold powder, holding complicated lamps in the shape of Ganoderma lucidum in their mouths, placed at the four corners. There are dozens of large butter-white candles, and the bright lights reflect the ukiyo-e paintings on the wall. The woman is leaning against the gorgeous peonies with her breasts exposed, wearing layers of gorgeous robes and hairpins on her head. The ring is cumbersome, and the bare foot that sticks out is not wearing socks, and the instep is so white that it is disturbing... It seems to be some kind of inappropriate erotic theme. Under the toes of the woman in the mural, about ten meters away from Wenzheliu, there is also a person lying upside down.
Xie Yuanyuan was wearing...a women's kimono, with eyes wide open in despair, and someone's blood was smeared on his face. He was also lying under the wall with his chest exposed, stretching out a hand in front of him. The bare feet, the enchanting way of death, are exactly the same as the posture in the Ukiyoe...
Wen Zheliu closed her eyes in misery and turned her head to the side silently...
Unexpectedly, it was a good thing that it didn't turn. As soon as he turned, he could control his weak breathing and almost lost his rhythm.
—I saw Du Zijun lying across the screen not far away under a golden landscape screen with four curves and one pair. The blood on the screen was spraying like a spray, dyeing a pair of flying white cranes red. But that's not the point. The point is that Du Zijun is actually wearing the same style of kimono as Xie Yuanyuan. The small sleeves of the kimono are printed with flashy morning flowers, and the belt is knotted in the front. The inner skirt called Tangwen is actually a gorgeous water red, so Frivolous... These are definitely not the clothes they brought with them, right? ! Where are those murderous tight vests and military trousers and boots, as well as the daggers and guns? It feels like a group of robbers went to rob a bank. They blew open the door and rushed to the vault, only to be told that I'm sorry. There is actually a nightclub behind the insurance door. But everyone is here. Do you want to go in and turn the steel pipe and shake it up? lock up? There is also a young lady wearing fishnet stockings and a transparent gauze dress inside!
… Damn you.
Wen Zheliu couldn't help but tremble. The clothes these two people were wearing made him realize a cruel fact... that is, he must be wearing the same damn women's kimono right now! No wonder he always feels like his pants are missing!
The expression on Du Zijun's face at this moment was very intriguing. It was a mixture of forbearance to laugh or not, and a relieved look of "It seems that I'm not the only one to suffer, so I'm relieved." He used this complicated face and Wen Zhe Liu looked at each other, and Wen Zheliu actually understood what he wanted to express.
…wait, then…
He opened his eyes wide and tried hard to find He Qin's figure. There must be some rules here to suppress the player's level, because the moon ring on his finger became dim again, but it didn't matter. He could find it on his own. He Qin, they are of the same mind—
"... Lord Yaksha, you are really joking..." Miss Guang said with tears in her eyes. With such a sweet and beautiful voice, she must be a beauty that I feel pity for. "I am crying sadly, but I am afraid of your moodiness. I'm afraid that the thunder-like majesty will come to me one day... "
The man sighed deeply: "Cry, Miss Guang, your tears are so lovely, pitiful and lovely... Do you know that the residents across the sea call the scars with red flowers that have been beaten by the rain It’s raining. Isn’t the redness in the corners of your eyes just the flowers that have been ruthlessly beaten by the rain? At this time, I will inevitably feel jealous of your tears. I hate and love you, love and hate you at the same time. Miss. Cry, as long as you still have such beauty, I will always maintain a strong, ghostly love for you, I swear to you."
—What the hell!
Wen Zheliu's eyes widened. The three of them still had to maintain their postures for some reason. Under the bright lights, two people - or maybe one person and one ghost - were sitting on the hanging beam facing each other. He Qin had already pulled out a weapon. I don't know where I got the sharp dagger, hanging from the crossbar on my leg, leaning down like a king cobra, trying to take one of the heads from the neck. Of course, he was also wearing the same style of kimono, and the bright red inner skirt had been turned down from above and rested around his neck... ah, what a horrible scene this is...
Wen Zheliu's heart was filled with nowhere to complain, but at this extremely rough moment, he realized a problem.
All four of them came here under the guise of being aboriginals or NPCs.
The kimono belts they wear are all knotted in front of the body, not behind the back. There is only one type of woman who knots the belt in this way, and that is the wandering girls who sell their bodies in Yoshiwara. This is done to connect them with women from good families and women from good families. Maiko and geisha are distinguished from those who are prostitutes but not prostitutes. The premise of the plot is that a ghost named Yasha kills four Yoshihara maids who serve Miss Hikari. This can explain why the loading time is so long, because the white tower that determines the player's landing location, At that time, I was waiting for the four maids to die completely so that they could be replaced in the original scene.
What is going on at this transfer station...
Yaksha was still talking, he closed his fan and said with emotion: "The ghost's pursuit of beauty is so terrifying. You only see me getting rid of your maids out of anger, but you don't see the special treatment and valuing I have for you. For me, vulgar beauty is easy to come by, but a unique pearl like yours is also a rare sight in the entire city that never sleeps... "
Wen Zheliu was stunned, and He Qin's hunting movements with the knife also slowed down, "A city that never sleeps?" But the city that never sleeps is the name of the third transfer station, it’s Long Ji’s city!
"I am just a third-class escort girl. I have to live in a Yanghouse just to be lucky enough to see you." Miss Guang's voice dropped. "Beyond me, there are even more beautiful gods, the Purple Sky God and the Purple Sky God." The red sky god is like a gorgeous peony, enough to dazzle all the famous flowers, and the new one is also a peerless beauty. As for the prince, he is already a high-ranking god, as unapproachable as the moon... I am just the most inconspicuous little plant. Grass, how can it be worth your stop?"
Wen Zheliu wrote down all the information points in their words.
Yasha had already reached out and stroked her little hand: "What you said is just ups and downs in the world, just to add trouble... Good nights are too short, Miss Guang, why don't you cherish such a good time?"
He Qin smiled.
His pupils were shining with golden light, and the peach blossoms flying at the end of his eyes were somewhat undeniably gorgeous against the crimson silk material hanging down from his temples. He held the short knife to his lips, and a large area of red spread out on his kimono chest. He thought that the knife belonged to Yasha, and he threw it out casually, killing the poor maid, so now someone is returning with it. , planning to take his life.
Miss Guang blushed shyly, stretched out her smooth wrists under her sleeves, and planned to wrap her arms around the ghost's neck. The ghost also smiled with satisfaction, waiting for the girl he liked to serve him like a god, but what he was waiting for was not the girl's softness. He Qin's strong arms were like a lion rushing forward to pounce on a weak antelope, falling from the sky in an instant and strangling the ghost's windpipe!
Miss Guang let out a scream of horror and suddenly suffered a heavy blow. Shining lightning surged under Yasha's skin, and a green-faced and fanged evil ghost was about to appear in an instant. He grabbed He Qin's arm and roared: "You are so daring. You beast! How dare you be here..."
He Qin opened his mouth, and the short knife swirled down. Wen Zheliu threw out his belt, like a whip, and drew a snow-colored arc in the air with the short knife. He returned to catch the knife, and his wide open robe was in the air. Liehun Feiyang turned around and sent the blade into Yasha's chest!
The knife penetrated Yaksha's heart accurately, and the man's handsome skin immediately burst and splattered, revealing the rugged green and black ghost underneath, and black blood spurted out from his mouth and nose. Wen Zheliu didn't know what kind of ghosts in this world were, and was worried that he wouldn't be able to kill him this time, so he drew the knife again, and stuck it into Yaksha's neck. He pushed forward with his left hand, without any chance to breathe, and then with The force of thunder broke his throat bone! He Qin simultaneously withdrew his hand and tightened it, only to hear a clear sound of bone cracking. In an instant, Yasha's head fell to the ground, rolling out a line of intermittent blood on the floor.
The ghost's head fell to the ground, and his body was still sitting beside the small table. Only the section of his neck kept spurting blood outward. Miss Guang was completely frightened. Her body was shaking like chaff, and tears rolled down from her eyes. Her legs were so weak that she couldn't climb out of the cushion. She could only lie on the ground, shaking her head desperately and crying: " Don't kill me... don't... I will do anything, please don't kill me... "
The movement of bare feet on the floor was silent. Du Zijun and Xie Yuanyuan arranged their clothes, stood up from the ground, and walked towards this side.
"Shut up," Du Zijun frowned, "It's so noisy."
He Qin took off Yasha's feathered fabric and used it to wrap up the bleeding wound to prevent it from being difficult to clean up later. The kimono tailor-made for a woman was still too small. His broad back and muscle lines were stretched tightly when he moved. Chaoyanhua was almost out of shape, and it seemed that if he was not careful, it would completely split from the middle. ... He took off his long belt with ease and threw it aside. He didn't seem to feel any discomfort in women's clothing.
Xie Yuanyuan was still pulling on his collar in disgust, grinning and yelling, "What the hell is this?" He Qin had already grabbed the hem of the kimono and fanned Wen Zheliu, as if it wasn't the skirt he was wearing. , but a small fan or other common things: "Is it hot? If it's hot, take off the outer layer."
Wen Zheliu remained silent for a long time, and countless complex and changeable thoughts flashed through his heart... Hey, forget it! There is an old Chinese saying that goes, women's clothing can only be worn zero or countless times. If you wear it for the first time, will it be a big deal in the future? From now on, it will be a small case to remain calm even after the collapse of Mount Tai, just like a real man never looks back to see the explosion. When the time comes, if someone asks why these people are so cool, they can proudly tell them that we are assassins wearing women's clothing. Damn real man... what a piece of shit! What kind of idiotic plan is this to exchange my life's moral integrity for your ten years of running wild dogs! !
He Qin comforted him: "Don't worry, baby. As the saying goes, there are only zero times for women's clothing..."
"Don't tell me this countless times. I don't want to hear it!" Wen Zheliu covered his face in collapse.
Miss Guang stared at the group of people blankly, completely stunned.
She had no idea what was going on. The four maids she had casually killed by Yasha were suddenly resurrected. Not only were they resurrected, two of them became men. Although one kept her original gender, her appearance was completely unfamiliar to her. The appearance of the two is gone, and the remaining one is missing. They were like a gust of wind, killing a yaksha ghost as swiftly as divine punishment, and then actually started... to discuss the issue of kimono women's clothing? Is this completely ignoring her
Miss Guang timidly said: "That, that..."
The author has something to say: Quack, quack, quack, finally I’ve written here! I laughed heartily!