Without any obstruction, Shibagawa Nagitoki's figure was like a huge sculpture standing in the dark night. Apart from the dark blue will-o'-the-wisp dancing faintly in his eyes, there was almost no sign of life.
They finally entered the tall building in the center of the city that never sleeps. They lowered their bodies and observed secretly. The main body of the building was made of warm ruby. The cornices and brackets, and the crystal and glass wind chimes were like delicate raindrops or raindrops. The tassels are trembling and stacked in layers, and the golden light flows through the clouds and clouds, like a celestial palace formed by clusters of red sunsets.
Although Taifu has secretly escaped from Awakihara, the top here still radiates unparalleled brilliance. I don’t know what method was used to achieve the effect.
With the strong smell of alcohol, the wine cart slowly took them in another direction. Before the servant shouted to unload the wine, they had already jumped down lightly. Du Zijun spread his fingers and made a sign to move separately.
This is also their common strategy. A team of Du Zijun and Xie Yuanyuan can create a situation where the frontal offensive is as fierce as fire, and the side attack is as cold as ice; and the team of Wen Zheliu and He Qin is an invincible king killer who can be defeated by anyone. Stay away from the edge for this reason.
He Qin nodded, and they divided into two groups, spiraling upward along the vermilion stairs.
The interior decoration of Awakihara was far more luxurious than the four people imagined, with shades of red everywhere. Here, pure vermilion is the most noble color in the city that never sleeps. No wandering girl dares to wear a large area of vermilion. Only when they are in the middle of the Oiran Road, the Taifu will pull up his long hair into a towering military storehouse and wear a tortoise shell. The long hair combs and coral hairpins, lacquered gold flower decorations surround the temples, showing the beauty of purity, tranquility, beauty and relief. Then she puts on the vermilion clothes, and the long and thick belt is woven with gold silk, which is graceful from the waist. The ground hangs down to the upper part of the shoe, and finally he wears three heavy tassels. If it were Yoshihara in the human world, Taifu would need to step on the ground, but this is the land of underworld where all ghosts revel, so as Amaterasu, Taifu would start all the way from the top of Awakihara, and she would walk in the sky paved with glowing light and flying flowers. On the road in the middle of the road, the ghosts lay on the ground, and could only see her flowing and gorgeous skirt, and the radiance that lasted like the sun. The vast cherry blossoms floated from the end of the sky to the underworld, which was more beautiful than any tide in the world. Moments of ebb and flow.
Therefore, dark red, light red, rouge, red red, vermilion, deep sea old tea... the colorful reds are all over the interior of Awakihara, with traces of gold distributed among them, but they are never dazzling. The rare colors are quaint and luxurious, turning into high and gorgeous ukiyo-e paintings all over the walls. Wen Zheliu took a closer look and found that it seemed to be a coherent story. As long as one slowly climbs along the long spiral staircase, it can be told. Take them all in sight.
The two of them closed their lips in tacit understanding and slowly climbed up the stairs. This splendid and huge ukiyo-e is hardly a product that can be created by human power. The lines of the earth are pure gold, as if the people on it are walking in a golden city in the sky, and the blue ocean rises from the sky above the golden earth. Crossing it, the sea and the sky hang upside down, and there are bustling living beings walking among them.
"What is this... Gaotianyuan where the gods live?" There was no one around, Wen Zheliu asked in a low voice.
"Not sure, let's have another look." He Qin replied.
The scroll slowly unfolded, and the people of the golden land cast nets into the sky. What caught in the nets were beautiful fish and dragons like dragons. Jade-colored peach trees grew all over the fields, covered with numerous bright red peaches. People cut out the clouds in the sky. As a gorgeous dress, it will be a warm spring all year round. Strong and handsome men sing loudly, and beautiful and light women dance gracefully. They wear golden wheat ears or green jade walls, and their bodies are shining with light. What a leisurely and fascinating sight, it seems that just looking at it makes you smile with joy and contentment.
"It's Gao Tianyuan," He Qin pointed at the characters on the ukiyo-e. "The details of their clothes and accessories are all slightly different, but what they wear on their heads are all life crowns."
"Why is such a painting painted in Huangquan Kingdom?" Wen Zheliu thought carefully, "Look further down."
The two people slowly turned three floors. In addition to the singing and dancing villains, other characters finally appeared in the Ukiyo-e.
Two human figures wearing white robes, leaning against each other, appeared at the end of the golden land. Behind the palace made of bronze and fine gold were dancing dragons. Both of these people have no face, and they cannot tell the difference between male and female, but they are taller than the others. The life crowns they wear on their heads are as brilliant as the sun and moon, and they hold the scepter of the ancient snake in their hands.
"Izanagi...Izanami!" Wen Zheliu was startled, and subconsciously, those two ancient and ethereal and honorable names had escaped from his lips.
This pair of brother and sister gods are the origin of Japanese mythology. They got married around the jade pillar of the sky and gave birth to many gods who rule the world. Amaterasu, who is symbolized by the Son, is only a descendant of Izanagi, so Wen Ziliu Seeing their images, I couldn't help but remember whose territory this was.
The Land of Underworld is the land of Izanami, the goddess of underworld. Does this mean that they will also meet her in this world, the powerful and angry ancient god
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"When Izanami gave birth to the Kagu Earth God of Fire, she was burned by the flames born by the God of Fire. She has been bedridden since then," He Qin said, and as they climbed up the stairs, there was really hot gold. Red flames rose from the ukiyo-e, hovering like a roaring dragon, "Soon after, she passed away."
The colors in the picture gradually dim, the wind and rain are miserable, the color of the sea and sky is gray, the peach trees are withered, and the gods are all sad. The human figure wearing a sun crown covered his face and looked like he was crying. At his feet was a baby whose body was burning.
"Izanagi was so angry about this that he cried day and night. His tears flowed from Izanami's bedside, and a god was born from them, named Naizawa Nyumei." He Qin continued, "The pain of losing a lover, When he could no longer control himself, he drew out the Ten Fist Sword and said to the God of Fire—"
In the mural, Izanagi holds a sharp sword and mercilessly chops down the head of a crying baby.
"Even if you are the son of God, you do not deserve to be forgiven." He Qin said softly, "This sword is the Tianweiyu Zhang and Tianyu Yuzhan that later killed the Yamata no Orochi."
Wen Ziliu looked at the Ukiyo-e, as if time had gone back and the past had reappeared. The grief shown in the ancient myths was so painful and moving. Izanagi was no longer a proud god and king, he was just a man who had lost his lover and lost his life. A rational man, he doesn't believe that his wife will die in a mere childbirth. How could this be possible? She is Izanami... She is his sister, his wife, twins with him, and the emperor who rules the sky, earth and sea with him! How could such a noble woman, as noble as the sun and moon in the sky, lose her glory and be separated from other gods and humans just because of a single childbirth
The grief was so extreme that nothing could be forgiven. In this scene where Izanagi draws his sword and slashes at the God of Fire, the lines are extremely tense, and the rays of light from thousands of miles away gather into thin clouds behind the man. Even without facial features, Wen Zheliu seems to be able to see through the force of the pen that penetrates the back of the paper. A face that looks like a god or a demon, crying and ferocious.
how dare you! A thunderous roar echoed in his ears, as if this scene was happening right now, right here, in front of his eyes. Izanagi was furious, mad and uncontrollable, and issued a death sentence to his son, a baby who could not speak yet: He is just a despicable scoundrel, how dare you? !
"Later," He Qin held his hand, and when he reached this level, there was already the sound of female officials and servants walking around in Abakihara, "Izanagi missed his wife too much, so he went down to the underworld..."
Wen Zheliu was still immersed in the artistic conception of the painting, when a voice suddenly came from the front, and a strong smell of alcohol escaped with the air. The two of them had no time to finish looking at the mural, so they had to stop talking immediately.
Ghost wine pine.
"Send it to the top," the soft female voice said softly, "Be careful, the husband is gone... You have to learn to protect yourself, do you understand?"
A dozen girls responded "Yes" in low voices. The two looked at each other and emerged from the corner. There was a line of about fifteen maids, all wearing kimonos with small sleeves and white flowers, and sash with eagle knots. They all have timid eyebrows, pure and cute looks. The first one looks a little older and more mature than the others.
They embraced the dark ghost wine pine trees, trying their best to avoid getting the flammable liquid on their bodies, and walked towards the depths of the winding corridor. He Qin and Wen Zheliu had no time to look again, so they had to follow closely and silently.
The maids came to a red silk curtain. The thin bamboo branches and leaves planted on both sides were spread out, automatically forming the appearance of a pair of lonely long hands. They opened the curtain for them. There was an area of about twenty square meters inside, so the two of them also After tentatively getting in, I heard a maid muttering in confusion: "Oh, why does it feel heavier than usual today?"
Rather sensitive, He Qin glanced at Wen Zheliu.
"Silence!" the leading maid said coldly, "The master is gone, why don't you stay restless? Do you want to die?"
It was completely silent inside, and no one dared to say a word. After a while, the curtain opened. Wen Zheliu looked up and was immediately stunned.
The front has changed greatly. The space in front of it is so vast that it is almost impossible to see the side at a glance, as if there is only this one room on the entire floor. The floor glowed with strange black and red colors, and the black crane candlestick stood quietly. On the highest seat, there was only one figure sitting. He could not distinguish between male and female, nor old or young.
He Qin had already brought him into his arms to avoid facing him head-on when he heard the strange murderous intention coming towards him.
… City Lord.
A face-to-face contact made Wen Zheliu break out in cold sweat. He was so shocked that he couldn't speak, and couldn't tell what he saw at that moment, but loneliness and sadness deeper than the sea, and rage and sorrow thicker than the sky all rushed towards him. The singing and humming of a woman lingered in his ears at the same time. The singing was so lingering. It told the story of a lover who, after a night of revelry, sat up with his clothes on and let her lover pluck a branch of cherry blossoms from behind. story. It was an ancient love song, but the affection flowing in the song was more vicious than the strongest poison.
Who is it
…Who will sit here, who will sing love songs of love indifferently while looking forward to the destruction of the world
Wen Zheliu grabbed He Qin's hand and wrote a word on his palm, "Yi".
He Qin held his hand instead, and his palm was hot and powerful, which quickly dissipated some of the uneasiness in his heart.
After hearing that the city lord had the habit of getting tattoos, Wen Zheliu kept thinking, could this city lord whose dragon has never seen its head or tail be the person sent by Muspelheim this time as He Qin mentioned before? But after listening to the story narrated by the Holy Son, Wen Zheliu felt suspicious again. So far, the strongest people sent by He Rui, namely Hela, Fenrir, and Jörmungandr, unless they come this time Only those who are far more powerful than them can possibly manipulate Amaterasu's fate in the Underworld, but who else is there? Judging from the ranking level in the myth, could it be that Nidhogg, the world-destroying black dragon, is here in person
Now, he suddenly got a new guess—could this city lord with erratic movements and thousands of faces be Izanami himself? That's why she can change her appearance countless times. Even the light of Amaterasu can't kill her, let alone the momentary illusion she just perceived... If it's not another god, who else can have such incredible power
When he thought of this, Wen Zheliu took a deep breath and felt that the blood all over his body turned cold.
He Qin wrote three words on his hand, "Come here", and then led him to quietly slide across the floor and hide among the lamps. This is a little trick the Holy Son told them. The light of the candlelight can perfectly cover up the traces of hiding, and even the shadows will be diluted to the point of being invisible.
The maids had already filed in, and a bright fire was lit in the room.
The fire ignited by the ghost wine pine wood is indeed staggering. Even the purest cinnabar and blood red are not half as good as this color. It is like a coquettish dancer swinging her blood red skirt in the center, revealing the same blood red sharp high heels underneath. Along with her dance, there was also unbearable inner fire and high temperature - as the fire burned, the temperature in the empty room increased by ten degrees almost instantly, not to mention the maids who were close to each other, even those who were very far away. The two people far away were also sweating on their foreheads.
Wen Zheliu adjusted the hidden props and talismans on his body, and heard someone in a high position softly ask: "What's going on? Haven't you found it yet?"
There was no distinction between male and female in this voice, but the tone was somber and unspeakable, like a snake slithering in the dark.
The maid lowered her head and replied as quietly as a gnat: "Yes, sir, the master has not... come back yet..."
"What a naughty little thing," the high-ranking ghost sighed, "Is she really so cruel that she doesn't want you?"
This question was very unpleasant. The maids buried their heads as low as possible and remained as silent as a flock of quails.
"Ah, no, I'm just too curious, too curious..." The city lord stood up and slowly walked down the steps, exposing his body bit by bit to the firelight. Wen Zheliu saw that the robe he was wearing was also pure. The color is as black as the night... like a sad burial shroud, dragged to a far corner, "A long time ago, she left without authorization once, and I slightly punished her servants. She was furious about it and killed me. It took a thousand, two hundred and fifty-four times to give up... Oh, Amaterasu is really as energetic as a lion cub. What about this time? What is the reason for her to ignore your lives and run to Awaki again? Has Yuan gone outside?"
He asked a question, but the maid below was trembling and did not answer.
"Do you know the reason?" He walked closer to the fire, and at the same time opened his arms, as if to embrace the deadly flames, "What happened to her, she refused to give in again and again... Isn't the position of the wife not noble enough? She Are you trying to get rid of my control completely and rebel?"
After a pause, the city lord smiled coldly and said softly: "...otherwise, how could she lead outsiders here and still hide in the place where she once hid?"
a bolt from the blue! The chill of having even his underwear taken off suddenly surged into his heart. The concealment items and talismans were all ineffective against him, which meant that from just now... No, or even further before, from the moment they entered Awakihara. From now on, the city lord's whereabouts are under the control of the city lord!
He Qinliu suddenly jumped up when he heard that, He Qin's golden eyes were fierce, and the clear light of the sword in his hand was like a wild dragon emerging from the sea, rushing towards the target, but his movements were so comfortable and light, as if he was just brushing away while strolling in front of the court. A piece of fallen flowers.
The flowers will fall into the soil, and what is brushed away with this knife is usually someone else's head!
At the critical moment, the city lord suddenly sighed.
"What a fast knife," he said.
He Qin's pupils shrank slightly, and this was something that had never happened before. The power of the sword was like thunder and lightning, and the speed at which he wrapped his arms around Wen Zheliu's waist was also as fast as lightning. Before the sword fell completely, he had already taken him with him. Wen Zheliu ran out a dozen meters away and jumped down from the broken sliding window!
There were already four ghost bone boomerangs between Wen Zheliu's fingers, each of which was tempered by the water of the underworld. Even if the opponent was really Izanami, they could not cross this red line that guards the boundary between the human world and the land of death. . But the wind was fierce, and there was a clear sound of bounces in all directions. The figure of the city lord wrapped in black robe followed closely, respectfully, and at the same time he smiled eccentrically: "What a fast knife! Why don't you use it to continue fighting?" Are you targeting me? With such a sharp edge, it must be able to cut even the gods in the underworld in half, right?"
He Qin didn't answer, only a line of blood that grew longer and longer, along with the fabric lines of his shirt, spread silently along his left shoulder.
Blood flowed down, and Wen Zheliu realized that his wounds actually came from the light of He Qin's own returned sword!
Unprecedented... This is something that has never happened before!
The more critical the situation, the calmer he became. Wen Zheliu grabbed He Qin's hand and led him into the sky towards the street leading to Yangwu. The city lord followed closely behind, giggling: "How audacious! Where else do you want to run?"
The huge murderous intention was coming like a tsunami, and no other living thing could survive in the earth-shattering flood. Wen Zheliu knew that they had miscalculated the opponent's strength and identity, and they were afraid that tonight would be a disaster.
The curfew time has come, the lights in Yangwu are sparse, and pedestrians are hard to find on the street. At this moment, a flying flower flew from the sky and rolled across the city lord's face.
flower…
The city lord's smile couldn't help but pause for a moment.
Where did the flowers come from