"Although he can't speak, he still has hands that can write." Guan Zhiyu controlled a small robot and ran over holding a towel. Bai Jingxing's whole body seemed to be soaked in blood. They had no way of knowing how long he had been imprisoned by the city lord. "His The tetsuji has not been severed...it does not hinder the dissemination of information."
Qiu Boyi used a robotic arm to gently lift Bai Jingxing up. He did not suffer any fatal injuries. The only troublesome thing was the large dent in his ribs. He carefully groped for a while and said, "Three are broken on the left, and the right is better, nothing." I took two of them, but they were all broken into pieces... Damn it, isn't this a virtual world, how can you do something so real!"
"A direct blow made him lose the ability to resist," He Qin said, "but it did not kill him immediately."
Qin Ying walked silently from the side, her tight black clothes stretched her exquisite body lines to perfection, like a female ninja emerging from the shadows. She stretched out her arm, and the frost immediately spread and froze Bai Jingxing's wounds.
They have been operating on the outskirts of the Nightless City. Unlike No One Sleeps and Swords Like a Dream who go deep into Yangwu, the tentacles of the Heresy Trial and Jiangshanxiao both extend towards the lower classes of the people, although their leaders are all engaged in planing. It was a shameful and dirty job to dig up corpses, but it was dirty, and the generous funds really accumulated like a snowball. Money is not everything, but money is absolutely impossible. If it were not for the gold of these dead people... dead ghosts, Chi Qingliu and Hua Ying would not be able to spread artificial ears and eyes all over the underworld overnight.
"What is so special about Bai Jingxing that the city lord chose him?" Wen Zheliu rubbed his lower lip and frowned slightly, "The only possibility I can think of is probably his physique... But what's the problem? "
"Do you have a bad spirit constitution?" Xie Yuanyuan looked at Bai Jingxing's skinny, skeleton-like cheeks, and recalled the scene when they first met him. At that time, the sun in the western town was dry and hot, like a solid body, and the handsome man curled his lips and said Laughing, the lenses reflected clear light, and his expression looked like a cunning male fox, "It's really amazing that he could sense me when he saw me for the first time... But is it possible for the city lord to arrest him just for this?"
"Unless he knows some secret of the city lord," Li Zhengqing said slowly, "because the part of him that is different from ordinary people... has discovered the secret that the city lord needs to hide."
"Son of a turtle..." Chi Qingliu murmured, "Mama is like a god who pokes and daggers, killing people. What does he know? Why don't he just make trouble? This pig place is full of ghosts. , isn’t that oil thief a ghost?”
After speaking in dialect, Wen Zheliu could roughly understand what it meant, but as he rubbed his lips, he couldn't help but be startled: "What?"
Chi Qingliu thought he didn't understand, so he coughed: "You oil thief, cockroach! He is dressed in black, doesn't he look like a cockroach?"
Qin Ying lowered her head expressionlessly and looked at her tight black clothes. Chi Qingliu quickly patched it up: "This word is only for him, only for him!"
Du Zijun said coldly: "The city lord is indeed not a ghost, he is a god."
"No, that's not right!" Wen Zheliu's body shook and he said loudly, "I... I understand! I understand!"
Everyone knew that he was intelligent. When he heard his shocking shout, even General Jiaohua, who had run to feed Bai Jingxing medicine because he didn't understand the train of thought of their discussion, raised his head and looked at him curiously.
"Tell me about it?" He Qin's golden eyes smiled and stared at him without blinking.
In the first sentence, Wen Zheliu said only four words: "Expand the scope!"
"Huh?" Xie Yuanyuan scratched his head, "What do you mean...can you explain it?"
"Expand the range of what Bai Jingxing's physique can perceive!" Wen Zheliu said in one breath, "With the Sao Ling physique, what if he can perceive not only ghosts, but also creatures with the concept of 'inhuman'?"
"What basis do you have?" Li Zhengqing stared at him closely, his heart moved slightly, and he had already vaguely thought of the conclusion he wanted to say.
"Xie Yuanyuan," Wen Zheliu said, Xie Yuanyuan shrank his shoulders, "His sense of existence makes him a person that even ghosts and gods ignore, but Bai Jingxing was able to ignore him before he met him for the first time. The eyes, that is, the visual senses, discovered his existence, and this is also because Xie Yuanyuan is a human being, and he has not yet escaped the category of 'human', so he has not been ignored by Bai Jingxing's physique!"
"So to be precise, Bai Jingxing's special ability is not 'perception', but 'discrimination'." Wen Zheliu said word by word, and his thoughts were smooth, "In his eyes, there are only two types of living creatures, one is human, One is inhuman.”
"Now, let's change our thinking," he said softly, "What is the identity that the city lord is trying to prove for himself?"
Hua Ying said in a deep voice: "It's... God!"
"So he is not a god!" Guishi was enlightened and jumped up and shouted loudly, "He is a human, but he pretended to be a god, and then Captain Bai found out... He will stop his mouth!"
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"If the answer is correct, ten points will be added." Wen Zheliu snapped his fingers.
The tunnel was completely silent. He Qin moved his injured left shoulder. He kept holding Wen Zheliu's hand and giving him silent encouragement. At this moment, he suddenly wrote two words on Wen Zheliu's palm.
"alright".
Wen Zheliu lowered his head and looked at him. Their eyes met, and their minds were connected in an instant.
Okay... The wound on He Qin's shoulder healed all of a sudden
This reminded him of the previous worlds, those more normal worlds. Once the "truth" was deciphered by the player's spoken language, then they would be equivalent to gaining some kind of supreme authority in an instant, and wound healing would be considered a small case. , even killing a god-like monster is not impossible.
In a sense, part of the city lord's secret has been seen through by them... but not all.
"But..." Guan Zhiyu was still hesitant, "You have also seen that a monster that can fast forward twenty days in one go can still be considered a human being? Isn't it almost like a god?"
"Anyway," Li Zhengqing's eyebrows were solemn, without any sense of relaxed joy, "Since we are sure that he is not a god, but just a human being, then things will be much easier to handle. However, we still have a tough battle to fight."
She turned to He Qin: "Are you sure that the mission in this world is to let the priest and the oiran meet?"
"It's not a meeting," Wen Zheliu corrected, "Meeting is just a part of the goal. To be precise, what we want to achieve for Abel is to send the Holy Son away from the city that never sleeps and leave the underworld."
Huaying concluded: "Rescue the Son, find the priest, send them out of the city when Tsukuyomi comes to Huangquan, and then protect the two people until the Son leaves Huangquan."
At this time, everyone heard the sound coming from the top, the noise was faint, and the piano and bells were moving in unison. The city seemed to be slowly waking up from its sleep, preparing for the grand banquet that would follow.
"The tunnel we dug is right under Awa Qihara," Chi Qingliu said, "but I don't know what the situation is now, and I don't know if the city lord can still know our movements, so it's not easy to touch my scouts... "
However, Qiu Boyi and Guan Zhiyu are already active. After long-term actual combat training, together with Hua Ying, the three of them are an army.
"Link matrix." Huaying said.
"The matrix has been linked." Qiu Boyi's left eye has glowed with a metallic color, and it is rotating and shrinking like a cipher disk at this moment.
"Turn on the image simulation function."
"The image simulation function has been turned on." Guan Zhiyu unfolded the paper-thin thermal keyboard. What was arranged on it was not keys, but a waterfall of information flow. The tips of his ten fingers were sharp iron-green, like smart and jumping spiders. Limb segments.
"Conveying image data... Image data establishes remote transmission."
Everyone's expressions became solemn, and their breathing became soft and rapid. Around the three people, a small intelligence tower had been established. The cold and beating digital symbols and their mechanized body parts formed an incomparable...
"Stop, stop, stop, stop!" Qiu Boyi grinned, and the pupil of his left eye became larger and smaller, "How many handfuls? I can only see a group of floating color blocks in the energy imaging. Stop it, stop it." !”
…Forget it, it’s still the familiar dead house smell.
"Then turn on the spectral imaging!" Hua Ying said angrily. It was obvious that he was unhappy that the perfect show-off process was interrupted. "First check if there is any wanted poster for us on the street!"
"The wanted notice... I didn't see it," Qiu Boyi's mechanical eyes rolled around, "but there are so many ghosts on the street, and they are all coming in the direction of Awa Qihara... They call the Feitian Palace above us Gao Tianyuan. The rules seem to have changed this year. The oiran selection will be conducted from many gods and four new creations, and the judges are... the city lord and the prince! A big fight!"
More than 20 players exchanged glances with each other. At the same time, there was a distant, tsunami-like shock from the ground above their heads. The chains jingled and clanked. It was countless ghosts cheering and howling. They felt the light at the same time, warm and bright, even if Deep underground, the light is unstoppable and cannot be covered up.
"Holy Son," Wen Zheliu said, "Where is she now?"
"She...she..."
Qiu Boyi suddenly got stuck.
His human eyes stared at the void in the tunnel, confused, but so focused, as if lit by the sun; his mechanical eyes were enlarged blankly, trembling slightly in confusion, as if he was analyzing an overly complicated picture. An ancient and beautiful painting.
The rays of light escape, and thousands of flying flowers bloom. The Holy Son was dressed in red clothes, with his long hair as white as gold and snow tied into an elegant arsenal, and came meandering from the horizon. Her lips are as beautiful as dripping roses, and the ends of her eyes are also a charming red. In addition to the flowers in her hair, there is also a mirror-shaped golden crown on her forehead, shining like the bright sun. . Such a peerless beauty, but her eyes were as clear as the snow in Kunlun, turning the expensive and beautiful clothes into a tacky burden that bound her perfect soul. Gods should not wear these vulgar decorations...anything that tries to share her glorious beauty is the dust of the following!
"This is...Oiran Daozhong!" Qiu Boyi's voice was hoarse, and his left eye sprayed out a blue light, like a projection device, unfolding a light curtain in the dark tunnel, with cherry blossoms filling the sky like snow, and the long hair of the Holy Son. Like snow, the little ghost fanning, the maid holding an umbrella and a lantern, the fox-faced demon ghost clearing the way, the musician wearing a silk belt, the dancer scattering gold powder... everything went away, the Holy Son took three slow steps, and the tassel on his head trembled. Trembling, looking straight ahead, her long vermilion sleeves were lifted up by the flowers flowing like a celestial stream, flying back gracefully.
Gradually, the ecstatic howls of the ghosts and ghosts can no longer be heard. It is impossible to know whether it is an illusion or reality. The vast golden light is like the rays of the sun, casting yellow springs from the sky. The oiran election is held once every thirty years. Regardless of wealth, Poor and lowly, all ghosts can see Amaterasu in the Kingdom of Death when they look up, and draw a brief and warm light from her.
He Qin said calmly: "The Oiran election has already begun?"
"...Yes, yes!" After the Holy Son walked away, Qiu Boyi managed to regain some consciousness, "According to the information we have gathered in the past few weeks, Huang Quan respects the strong... Hey, hey, stop reading! Get a support. Board!"
Guan Zhiyu came to his senses in a daze. He turned around and saw Hua Ying's eyes were dull and there was a suspicious glimmer of water on the corner of his mouth... "President!" He obeyed his duty as a loyal dog and slapped him without saying a word. Go up and say, "Stop looking! No matter how much it looks like your first love, it's just your feeling. Besides, is your first love so good-looking?"
Hua Ying was knocked upside down and said angrily: "First love... First love is a priceless treasure in memories, an existence that no one can replace! You guys know nothing!"
He cursed and pressed down the mechanical arm, holding up a whiteboard for explanations. Guan Zhiyu cleared his throat, and his fingertips were like sharp knives for sharpening gold and jade, drawing out clusters of scraps on the whiteboard, "According to what we found out before. According to the information, the supreme leader of the city that never sleeps is the Holy Son."
There was a burst of frustrated boos from General Yuhua, Chou Twelve laughed loudly, and Zi Eleven broke the news and said: "This is really incredible information! Is there anyone here who doesn't know about it?"
Guan Zhiyu said awkwardly: "Oh, don't be impatient, wait until I finish... As the master of Taifu, Amaterasu, and Awakihara, the Holy Son can be said to be the spiritual symbol of the Underworld Ghost Clan, equivalent to the pope of mankind."
He drew another line below, "The city lord is second only to the Holy Son. The Shijiang Naginata Cavalry, the strongest military unit in Huangquan, is actually controlled by the city lord. It seems that even Amaterasu cannot be mobilized at will. The Holy Son is A spiritual symbol, then he is a symbol of real power, equivalent to a human king. It’s just that the king’s power is too great. Under the iron-fisted rule, even the Pope has to shy away, so your initial guess that he is Izanami does not count. There is no basis for it.”
"The pope and the king should indeed check each other," Wen Zheliu said, "but I always feel..."
"What do you think?"
"I feel that the actual status of the Holy Son should not be so simple," Wen Zheliu frowned, "Logically speaking, she is also the half-body of the Holy Nun, and is on the same level as the Black Nun. No matter how soft-hearted, she cannot be willing to be manipulated by others, right? ?”
"The combination of the king and the pope should be her original identity." He Qin said, "From this perspective, it was the city lord who usurped her real power as a king and only retained her identity as a spiritual leader."
Guan Zhiyu rubbed his nose and Hua Ying said: "Ignore this for now and continue talking!"
"Then there are those four whose names are only heard but whose names are not seen." Guan Zhiyu added another line and drew four lines, a circle, "and Huangquan's highest combat power, the Shijiang Naginata Cavalry."
"Unlike the human world, the princes of the city that never sleeps will not be replaced," Guan Zhiyu said. "Amaterasu is Amaterasu and will always be supreme. Furisode Shinzo is said to be a candidate for the oiran, but the final winner will only live in Awa as the orthodox heir. Qi Yuan, from this thirty years to the next thirty years, I have to stay low and anonymous, and learn the unparalleled etiquette and behavior of a prince... "
The four people who had no one to sleep were silent when they talked about "unparalleled etiquette in the world", whether it was digging mud in the flower bed with their buttocks stuck out, or running around the house holding a straw butterfly, trampling on the floor. Is it Tuyinzi
"... If Taifu is not satisfied, then the winner can only continue to move out of Awakihara and continue to participate in the next thirty years of struggle," Guan Zhiyu continued, "If Taifu is satisfied, then she will follow in the next thirty years The eldest husband has been in the oiran path together, and the general election will not be held until the eldest husband has a problem with her and kicks her out of Awakihara."
Twenty or so people looked at each other in silence, what a fucking crazy rule this is...
"Then, what about the failed Furisode Xinzao?" Xie Yuanyuan asked.
Guan Zhiyu hesitated for a while before he remembered to answer his question: "Oh, loser? The loser will be torn into pieces and eaten by the winner. Underworld is a world of ghosts, and victory and defeat are both bloody. "
"So, when rescuing the Holy Son, be sure to make new creations," Qiu Boyi marked an important asterisk. "These four powerful ghost girls have been indoctrinated since childhood with the concept that they must rely on the prince to survive and live well. We To take away the Taifu is equivalent to cutting down the big tree that allows the dodder flowers to cling to, and they will definitely fight us desperately."
"Then...the gods camp," Guan Zhiyu scratched his head carefully to avoid scratching his forehead with his fingers, "I just heard that the gods are also going to join the war, but there are not many people in Yangwu, so we only found out about the gods' camp. There are two big camps, headed by the Red Sky God and the Purple Sky God, and the others..."
"Hey, Red Sky God and Purple Sky God, we are familiar!" Generals Xiehua's flowers trembled and they smiled charmingly, "We are old rivals!"
"They are always causing trouble for us!" Ding Si said loudly, "Humph, what's the use of being jealous of our good looks? You can't beat them, you can't scold them!"
When others say "jealous of my good looks", it is inevitable that there will be a little show of complacency, but if it is left to General Jiehua to say this, it will only make people take it for granted.
As soon as Jia calmed down, she nodded and said to Li Zhengqing: "Leave the camps of Red Sky God and Purple Sky God to us."
Li Zhengqing also smiled: "Okay, don't make too much of a fuss."
"Then there is the Shijiang Naginata Cavalry... The most difficult thing is the Shijiang Naginata Cavalry." Hua Ying said, "Because they are a force directly under the city lord, they generally will not act rashly, but once they do, the scale of the war will be expanded to It’s on a country-to-country level…”
"Anti-army Noble Phantasm must be defeated by an anti-army Noble Phantasm." He Qin flicked his fingers, and the vertical line symbolizing the Naginata Rider across the river immediately plowed through a cut, "Mechanical and Yandu, dragging down the city lord's army."
Huaying and Chi Qingliu looked at each other.
"The camp of gods represented by the Purple Sky God and the Red Sky God will be handed over to Sword Rumeng."
Li Zhengqing looked calm and lowered his gaze.
"Four new creations, no one can sleep to take them." He Qin said, "As for the city lord..."
"...let me come." A hoarse voice came from behind everyone.
Wen Zheliu turned around in surprise and saw Bai Jingxing's open eyes, as sinister as the flames of the underworld.
"You..." He was stunned, "Your tongue..."