The dazzling golden light, even more dazzling than the golden light, was the sharp light of the dagger and the long sword being unsheathed. Wen Zheliu drew out the dagger, and He Qin's rushing blades blocked the wardrobe left and right, and also locked the people inside. .
The whole room was instantly as bright as day. Du Zijun threw out the barrier and shrunk the light to a small area in time. He heard the broken willow's coat flying, He Qin's robe sleeves fluttering like bird wings, and the moment the knife fell from his hand, the two people They all stopped moving.
- Big tears rolled down from the girl's blue eyes like rain, soaking the gorgeous silk clothes underneath her body.
She shivered, her blond hair was softer and brighter than the flowing brocade spread all over the cabinet, she had a truly alluring appearance, and her flower-like lips seemed to hold a whole blooming spring in her mouth.
… Ceresa.
But it doesn’t seem to be Saint Sister Theresa.
She just stared at them, blankly, her blue eyes like clear mirrors reflecting the sky, but there was no fear or timidity, only tears like streams rolling down her plain white cheeks.
"My name is Shengzi," she said softly, "I'm really sorry for hiding here without permission."
Wen Zheliu stared at her suspiciously, and He Qin's blade froze. Golden light continued to radiate from Ceresa, the Holy Son, like real sunlight, with a refreshing warmth. Xie Yuanyuan cautiously approached from behind and said in shock: "Celesa?!"
The Holy Son blinked his thick eyelashes, turned to look at him, and retorted clearly: "My name is not Theresa, my name is the Holy Son."
Wen Zheliu slowly retracted the dagger, and He Qin also slowly retracted the dagger, holding it only with his thumb. The appearance of the girl in front of them was exactly the same as Ceresa from the Sixth World, but they did not feel any evil and strange aura. She was as clean as a handful of snow or a beam of light, as pure as a child, impenetrable. You can't learn to hate even if you are afraid.
"You are..." Wen Zheliu spoke, and then he felt his voice was hoarse, "... the Taihu of Awakihara."
"I ran away." Shengzi said calmly, without any concealment. "They locked me in the tower and didn't let me do my own thing."
Du Zijun frowned and whispered: "No wonder there was so much noise tonight... So what is she, another variation of the Holy Nun?"
No wonder he thought so. With the hateful and crazy Black Nun in front of her, this "Holy Son" with the same appearance was like a purified version of Ceresa, without any aggression at all.
"How did you get in?" He Qin simply sat on the floor in front of her, with summer flowers spread out on his gown.
The Holy Son looked at him and said softly: "That's how I got in. I hid in a ghost's box, and he carried me far, far away, and then I got here."
Saying it means not saying it.
Wen Zheliu also sat down and asked, "Then how did you hide in the ghost's box?"
The Holy Son tilted his head and thought for a moment. She was really a beautiful girl. Not only her eyebrows were light white gold, but her thick and long eyelashes were also as bright and hazy as the snow in the North. They were surrounded by innocent and clear blue pupils. Her long golden hair was like Spreading out like flowing water, the colorful and lustrous fabrics in the wardrobe can only be reduced to flowers that set off this appearance. Even though she knew that she was closely related to the Holy Nun, Wen Zheliu still couldn't help but feel heartbroken by such beauty.
She raised her hand and drew the shape of a little person: "The person, the doll, became as big as me. I put it into the quilt..."
"You escaped after pretending to be asleep." Wen Zheliu understood.
"Yeah, then they all left, and I flew down from the tower..." The Holy Son stretched out his smooth and soft arms and made a flying bird or butterfly fluttering motion, "Then, I happened to see a box, and there was no one around. "
"Wait, fly down?" Xie Yuanyuan looked at the height of Abakihara in disbelief, "This, this is a free fall from the top, it will take seven or eight seconds, right?! You... how did you fly? ?”
The Holy Son opened his lips slightly in confusion. She listened to the question and suddenly smiled.
Her smile was as beautiful as a blooming eight-layered snowy cherry blossom. Xie Yuanyuan blushed quietly and said, "Yes, yes, I remembered, you shouldn't be able to hear my voice... Can't you hear my voice?" "
The Holy Son stopped laughing again. She stared blankly at Xie Yuanyuan. The crystal mist slowly evaporated from her eyes, condensing into tears that would make even spring heartbroken. Xie Yuanyuan was taken aback, and suddenly became at a loss. He stammered: "What's wrong? You're not joking, are you? Why are you crying? I didn't say anything?"
But she was not joking. Her smile one second was sincere, and her cry the next second was also sincere. Just like a baby does not pretend to be happy or angry, natural rain and snow do not increase due to man-made likes and dislikes. When she feels happy, she smiles; when she feels sad, she sheds tears.
"There is so much loneliness," the Holy Son hugged his knees and whispered to Xie Yuanyuan, "It is deeper than the cold spring of Awakihara, deeper than the river of Huangquan... And loneliness is often accompanied by depression and despair, which are both It is an abyss without any cure, how can one exile himself into the abyss?”
Xie Yuanyuan was stunned. He stood there with nothing but a blank in his mind. Du Zijun looked at him, then turned to the Holy Son, and said in a deep voice, "You know we are human beings."
Shengzi smiled, her tears still hanging precariously on her cheeks, but the smile in the next moment showed undisguised happiness: "Of course I know, you are so warm, how can a ghost have such a temperature."
Wen Zheliu asked: "Many ghosts' bodies are burning with fire, and the temperature is hundreds of times higher than ours. How can you be sure?"
"It's different," the Holy Son shook his head, "It's different. No matter how hot the body is, the ghost's heart is still cold. It's such a huge coldness, and a sadness that's stronger than a glacier... That's why ghosts don't laugh. You will know if you pay attention, they are not smiling, they are just raising the corners of their mouths meaninglessly, and there is no light in their eyes, because the ice cubes have frozen their hearts firmly."
"... People who have been dead for a long time, in hell, are still trying in vain to imitate their appearance in life." The Holy Son said softly, "But you are different. Ghosts need to chase warmth and heat like hungry wolves in the snow, and you yourself It’s like a burning bonfire. The eyes are alive and the heart is also alive. Isn’t this easy to identify?”
Wen Zheliu was speechless. The Holy Son's eyes were fixed on him. It was hard to tell what kind of look it was. But at this moment, Wen Zheliu suddenly understood those ghosts who cried when they saw him. How could they not cry? There was clearly so much compassion for him flowing in these eyes.
"Look at it this way," He Qin said, "You know the ghosts of Huangquan Kingdom very well?"
The Holy Son nodded and said seriously: "They are scarred puppies."
A scarred... puppy
He Qin couldn't help but laugh. To be honest, they are able to be so leisurely in the seventh world because of the plot mode. Large-scale weapon fighting is prohibited in the city that never sleeps. The evil ghosts of Huangquan Kingdom come and go, and there are ghost shadow warriors to maintain order; although everyone in Yang's house has There are bloodless wars and cannibalism happening every day, but Wen Youwen breaks willows, Wu has him and Du Zijun, and Xie Yuanyuan is an invisible card, enough to walk sideways here. But without these twists and turns of rules, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to get much benefit, because after all, this is the legendary land of underworld, a place where ghosts and gods gather. Every night, there were wind and thunder sounds like dragon roars passing overhead. He Qin swept over them coldly. They were all gods with life crowns on their heads. The laws in the clouds were changing, and thousands of profound sounds filled the sky.
Even though most of the eight million gods and Buddhas gather in Takamagahara, even though the Land of Underworld is not the residence of gods, after all, Izanami lives here, and it is not a place where players can act arbitrarily.
Now, this girl actually said that ghosts are scarred puppies
"Have you ever raised a puppy?" Shengzi looked at them and frowned.
"I have raised," Du Zijun said, "twenty-eight adult Dobermans, all fed with raw meat. They can kill a full-grown male lion in ten seconds... Tsk, why are you poking me?"
"...Hey," Xie Yuanyuan lowered his voice, "They say puppies! You are an adult Doberman and you can kill a lion, can you do that?"
"If you have ever raised a dog, you will understand that a puppy will always love people," the Holy Son said to himself, "It doesn't understand anything, it doesn't understand anything, and when people hold it with their hands, it will It feels so warm and warm. I must be a deeply loved creature, right? When people give it leftovers, it wag its tail happily, thinking that this is people's food, but they are willing to give some to themselves. , what a good person!”
Her voice slowly became hoarse: "So the puppy loves its people with all its life and effort. Even if people beat it to scars, laugh and scold it because of its ignorance and stupidity, it will not If it hates and denies people, it will only bite its own tail anxiously and wonder where it went wrong... Because it is so stupid, and its world only consists of people and nothing else."
The Holy Son looked at them, and tears welled up from her eyes: "Ghosts are just puppies! No matter how much they are hurt or betrayed, as long as people reach out to them, they will still shed tears of joy. , dragging the injured body and broken legs and running towards people... It's like a ghost stepping on the bones and walking out of the blood. With so much resentment and unwillingness, he swore a poisonous oath to be the enemy of the world... But as long as someone Even if you are willing to cry for them and feel sad for them, they will still immediately drop everything and wait foolishly for you to hold their hand... "
Wen Zheliu and He Qin's eyes briefly touched. He Qin finally retracted his thumb stuck under the sword and let the blade sink into the scabbard.
They finally understood how this girl, who seemed to be underage, became the queen who ruled over the entire city that never sleeps, and even the entire underworld. Her tears are the killer weapon of the nation. Perhaps the light of the real Amaterasu Omikami can easily destroy all the cities in the kingdom of ghosts. However, her sadness and love are heavier and more terrifying than the power of God, weighing on the ghosts. Their hearts are enough to make them willing to throw themselves into the abyss of shattered bones, just to get a tear as warm as fire.
"Then why did you leave?" Wen Zheliu asked with a complicated expression, "You are Amaterasu Omatsu in the city that never sleeps. The ghosts love you more than their lives... What will they do if you escape?"
The Holy Son bit his fingertips with tears in his eyes, a trace of confusion in his eyes.
"I... I don't know," she said, "I just feel... I want to meet someone."
"Meet someone." Xie Yuanyuan repeated.
She nodded confusedly: "Yes, in my impression, I seem to have made an agreement with someone to meet at this time, but I can't remember his name or his appearance... "
"When is the agreed time?" Wen Zheliu couldn't help but ask.
Shengzi thought hard for a while, but she couldn't remember anything. She twisted around and looked around. Finally, she crawled out of the closet with bare feet and ran around the room. , the light was shining everywhere, if Du Zijun hadn't cast a barrier beforehand, they would have exposed their secrets long ago.
Wen Zheliu looked at the clothes that were bunched together and saw the redwood floor all the way. I saw two lines of black footprints with mud, leaving a bunch of lively stains like little ducks on the fur sleeves of the Jiangxue Reed that Du Zijun wore most often.
Du Zijun: "..."
Shengzi ran around the room and finally leaned against the window. She looked at the will-o'-the-wisps set off all over the city to find her, and suddenly clapped her hands: "Yes, I seem to have remembered it!"
All four people looked at her. She turned her head, her blond hair flying in the night wind, her eyes clear and joyful: "When the bright moon rises to the sky, the person I promised will come!"
He Qin said: "The moon is in the middle of the sky..."
"But this is the Underworld, the Underground Underworld," Xie Yuanyuan was surprised, "Where did the moon come from?"
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The Holy Son looked at them with wide eyes, and Du Zijun raised his hand: "Wait a moment, give us some time."
Four people gathered around, Du Zijun whispered: "What do you think?"
Wen Zheliu pondered for a moment and said, "The black nun and her are like two sides of the same body..."
"One body with three sides." He Qin said, "Holy nun, black nun, and her."
Wen Zheliu said after careful consideration: "So, it reminds me of a character."
"What?"
"Have you seen InuYasha?" Wen Zheliu clapped his hands, "The biggest villain in it is called Naraku. He is a half-demon formed by the Bandit Ghost Spider after being devoured by countless monsters and filled with resentment."
"Oh, I've seen it!" Xie Yuanyuan said immediately, "It's a classic. It's an old classic. I can also sing the theme song. I want tthe wrld... Well, well, you continue."
"Naraku wanted to become stronger, wanted the Four Souls Jade, and wanted to become a pure-blood monster, so he swallowed all kinds of monsters, absorbed their abilities, and split into various incarnations..."
At this point, Du Zijun said: "You mean, in the remaining two transfer stations, there may also be clones of the Holy Nun, each with different abilities?"
"Maybe." Wen Zheliu said, "After all... her personality is much worse than that of the black nun, or even the holy nun in her true form. We still don't know what kind of power she has."
"I think it's pretty awesome to be able to fly down from a building several hundred meters away without getting hurt," Xie Yuanyuan said.
The night breeze rippled slightly, and the fragrance on the girl's body was like the fragrant cherry blossoms on the branches, blooming quietly in the dark night.
He Qin said: "There is no main task prompt, but the situation is already obvious. Do you want to help her achieve the Taihu's tryst?"
Wen Zheliu frowned: "If we want to help her achieve this wish, it is equivalent to us accepting her commission. Then won't the identity of the boss be revealed? There is only one city lord left."
"And this mission is not just for the four of us," Du Zijun said, "How will the other teams deal with it? You can do it alone. Let's make it clear to them first. Don't blame us for being silent in the end."
Wen Zheliu lowered his eyes and thought for a while: "Wait a minute."
He walked towards the Holy Son, and the girl looked at him. Wen Zheliu said, "You want us to help you."
Holy Son Bai's toes moved and he wriggled uneasily on the ground. She asked in a low voice: "Aren't you going to help me?"
"We..." Wen Zheliu suddenly got stuck. This question was too natural to ask. Maybe the Holy Son is such a girl, or the queen. Whoever she looked at in Huangquan Kingdom was given the courage to serve the emperor. He would not hesitate to give up his life for her in the next second. She made the request, regardless of reward or promise, because it was already a great honor to be able to go through life and death for the Taihu of the City that never sleeps.
He Qin smiled and walked over from behind.
"Tafu," he looked directly into the eyes of the Holy Son without hesitation, his golden eyes reflecting the light of the sword, "Now we are all wandering girls in Yangwu. Of course we will try our best to meet the guests' requests, but if the guests are willing to give How much this commission costs is what we focus on.”
"Do you want money?" the Son shouted, "I have money, a lot of money!"
He Qin smiled brightly. He had already wiped off his wig and tore away the disguise that Xie Yuanyuan had put on his face. The sleeves of the gown on his body are gorgeous and gorgeous, like the blooming summer flowers. Even if the real fair-skinned and beautiful girl in the Yang room wears it, it will inevitably look gaudy, but He Qin has a sharp and handsome appearance as a man. Suppressing this gorgeous dress, when the golden light flows in his eyes, he is like a king wearing a coronation dress.
"Is the commission from the Taoist worthy of measuring its value only in worldly money?"
Shengzi bit his lips in confusion. He Qin was waiting for her to exchange their trust with a slightly heavier piece of information. But the next moment, Shengzi's frown relaxed and she said loudly and calmly: "Then Just risk my life! If this is possible, then I am willing to use my life in exchange for your help!"
Wen Zheliu: "Huh?"
This, this, this, the script is wrong, right
"Are you going to risk your life for an agreement that you don't know what year and month you can't remember?" How about just showing off the king?"
"Because I can feel that I have been waiting for that person for a long time," the Holy Son bowed deeply to them. "I have been waiting for so long that I almost forgot the time and the agreed place, but I am still thinking about it. The promise I have in my dreams at night urges me to go to the appointment... I think this must be something worth pursuing with my life."
"As long as you are not ghosts, you will not be discovered by him." The Holy Son maintained a bowing posture and said, "Please help me!"