Their eyes were fixed on him.
Bai Jingxing's palms clenched the lumps of flesh and blood with such force that the blood and flesh were squeezed into mud-like slurry, gurgling from between his fingers. At the same time, his lips and tongue were also powerfully red. Healed slowly under the influence of medicine.
"Brother...brother!" Hua Ying was so shocked that even if he was beaten to death, he would not have thought that Bai Jingxing would choose to cut off his own tongue in exchange for a short time to talk, "You are too... too..."
"City Lord, leave it to me." Bai Jingxing spoke word by word. Soon, his voice gradually returned to a vague low hoarse voice, and the ink color of the tattoo climbed up along with the dripping blood. Even if his tongue was cut off, what he could get back The voice lasted only a moment, "Just let me come and kill him."
Du Zijun's eyes were complicated, but he was still calm: "It's impossible for you to get rid of him alone. You must have help from others."
He Qin looked at him: "You can deal with the city lord, but you have to ensure that you have more information about him than anyone else here."
"He is!" Bai Jingxing's voice was hoarse, and the unspoken answer was suddenly submerged between his silent lips and teeth. Veins sprouted on his forehead, and he struggled to hold his throat, leaving several mottled and intermittent blood stains on his clothes, " Yes Yes… !"
"The information about the city lord was blocked by him," Wen Zheliu stared at Bai Jingxing closely, "What if it was written down?"
Bai Jingxing was sweating profusely, and he scratched vigorously on the ground with his fingers. However, what he wrote were all broken symbols that were not whole words, like ghostly symbols.
"Tattoos actually have such an effect!" Chi Qingliu was surprised, "If you can't convey information through words or words, wouldn't it mean that you can keep secrets better than the dead?"
"As long as we find a way, there is no way the message will not be conveyed," Wen Zheliu said in a deep voice, "What if we guessed that you only need to nod or shake your head?"
"It's useless." He Qin looked at him and said, "Tattoos are a means he uses to control people. Forbidding any information about him is a requirement. This is almost conceptual control, and there is no possibility of taking advantage of loopholes."
"It's a bit like... It's a bit like he controls the Wernicke's area in the brain," Wen Zheliu said. "The Wernicke's area is responsible for analyzing semantics. People can't distinguish words in dreams because it is also sleeping at the same time. However, Brother Bai’s situation is not exactly like..."
"As long as he knows what's going on, it's fine." Du Zijun was not worried about the lack of intelligence. "Tacit understanding in battle is sometimes more effective than speaking a hundred words. Let's go up."
At this moment, the tattoo that imprisoned Bai Jingxing also healed together. He took a deep breath in frustration, stood up and put the container containing Liao Binglu into his backpack without saying a word.
"Don't worry, everything will be solved easily," Wen Zheliu held his shoulders, "Next, just make a big fuss!"
On Gaotianyuan, the saintly son in elegant attire stood at the fixed point of the ceremony platform, looking down at the ghosts roaring in the mountains and tsunami below. Her eyes were determined, but there was always a hint of lingering sadness in her brows.
"Why are you frowning, Taifu?" A smooth voice came from behind her like a snake, "Aren't you happy looking at the subjects below who love you so much?"
Hearing this voice, the Holy Son's golden brows jumped, and something could be called sinister appeared in his expression.
"You said, as soon as the ceremony is over, let me go to see him." The Son said.
"Of course, of course, Mr. Taifu!" The city lord popped up from the side with a smile. Today he has another face, an extremely mediocre female appearance, and the little triangle eyes are full of pockmarks. The only special thing is the dots at the corners of his mouth. A black mole. He stood next to the Holy Son, his eyes wandering back and forth over the girl's body, his expression was extremely despicable, "When I executed those humans that day, you were very unhappy, very unhappy... You looked like you were going to eat me alive, my God. , Oh my God!”
His voice was like a snake, and his body was moving like a snake. He emerged from the other side of the Holy Son and murmured softly in her ear: "Master Taifu, Amaterasu also has a world-devouring light. In your kind and holy heart, there is also a desire to destroy the world..."
"Shut up." Shengzi squeezed out two words through his teeth. In an instant, the temperature beside her was heated to the point of boiling. There was no flame, and the twisted and dancing air was her flame.
The city lord had already teleported away before she could attack.
"Don't be angry!" The city lord chuckled, "The man - the man you have been waiting for for a long time is still in my hands. Be patient, Taifu, you will meet him... I promise."
The atmosphere above was tense and on the verge of breaking out, but the ghosts below were cheering. At the grand banquet where the entire underworld came to watch, noble wandering girls entered the venue one after another. The first was a magnificent chariot drawn by four ghost flame horses, like four seats. The small palace has pure gold bells tied to the vermilion cornices. The curtains cover the appearance of the furisodes. Even the most discerning Bai Migui can only see four graceful and slender shadows. The spring cherry blossoms behind the chariot. Floating, summer flowers bloomed, autumn maples fell, and winter snow fluttered, swaying out four brilliant colors of different colors in the endless square; then the four of them were the Red God and the Purple God, and the beauty of the four seasons disappeared. , replaced by a warm golden-red square array and an elegant silver-purple square array, like a prairie fire, occupying everyone's attention; and next to the back, there are many high-level wandering girls who are accustomed to walking alone, with servants in front and behind like The clouds and the large fan held high are painted with wind, flowers, snow and moon, which are symbols of identity, just like generals on an expedition proudly displaying their family crest.
"Ah, hasn't this already begun?" The city lord's eyes were red, and he looked excitedly at the flowery scene below. He opened his arms and shouted intoxicatedly: "Hurry up and please me with war, my subjects!"
The Holy Son looked at him coldly, with a frightening greed and desire for exclusivity, as if what he was looking at was not a ghost, but his own toy kingdom. For so many years, the city lord has been obsessed with watching the farce of disputes staged by these powerful and beautiful ghost girls for him. Every thirty years, he has to spend a lot of manpower and material resources to hold the Oiran Ceremony, just to satisfy his selfishness.
He passionately loves everything at his mercy, including himself who has to be restrained by his control. When he encounters something that is beyond his control, he will fly into a rage and become as fierce as an angry dragon until the situation returns to his own control. In the palm of your hand.
Speaking of which, what happened at the last 30-year-old Oiran Ceremony...
The Holy Son's pupils were dilated for a moment, and she suddenly discovered that the memory of past celebrations, like blue ink diluted by water, had long since dissipated in her mind without a trace.
What on earth is...what happened
"I heard it!" Qiu Boyi couldn't hide his excitement, "There is a scout who was taken high into the sky, very close to where they were standing. The priest is now in the hands of... the city lord!"
"He must have locked him up somewhere," Hua Ying said, "and he is sure that the Holy Son will not be able to rescue him for a while."
"The Shijiang Naginata Cavalry." Wen Zheliu said, "Look for the location of the Shijiang Naginata Cavalry! It is the only armed force in the Evernight City that is not under the control of the Holy Son."
Xie Yuanyuan interjected: "By the way, Miss Xiaoshanguang... will she be okay?"
Wen Zheliu was silent for a moment, then he looked up at He Qin. It was not that he had never thought about this problem, but Xiao Shanguang was indeed inextricably linked to them. Liao Binglu used half of her body to resist the crushing force of the god. To the player's perspective, this time was only a moment, but to Xiao Shanguang, it was actually a long twenty days.
… She is very dangerous.
"As long as she is alive, no matter how injured she is or where she is locked up," He Qin looked at Wen Zheliu seriously, "we will all rescue her."
"...Yeah!" Wen Zheliu nodded vigorously.
"The Yangwu is empty, and only some low-level wandering girls and ghost shadow warriors are left behind," Guan Zhiyu said, "There are no Shijiang Naginata Riders here... Five hundred Shijiang Naginata Riders are now surrounding Takamagahara, and that one A large square like the Colosseum in ancient Rome!”
Li Zhengqing frowned, "The City that never sleeps is already big. Now that the city gate is open, ghosts from the underworld are still pouring in. If you want to find someone, let alone a needle in a haystack, you are basically looking for a drop of water in the ocean."
"That's right, in this case, even if you have eyes and ears all over the city, it's useless," Chi Qingliu frowned, "Join another mission to search for the main character?"
"It's not necessary," Wen Zheliu said. "Through these few contacts, we can see that the city lord has a very controlling side in his character. He hates unexpected things that are not under his control. The Holy Son once Wanting to sneak away from Awakihara, he did not hesitate to break up with Amaterasu, but also wanted to kill all the ghosts who served her, and let her witness all this. Therefore, the Holy Son was afraid from now on and did not dare to act rashly again; thank you Yuanyuan broke through his blockade and stabbed him, and he became furious and used such a powerful killing move to kill us all... "
"So?" Li Zhengqing looked at him, "Do you know where he will put the priest?"
Wen Zheliu smiled: "It's not hard to guess. Such a pretentious control freak wants to have the world under his nose. He must know the relationship between the Holy Son and Abel. Now Abel is being taken over by him. If captured, where else could he put Abel?”
The players couldn't help but look up. The sky city floating in the sky was radiating the brilliance of the scorching sun. In Gao Tianyuan, which attracted everyone's attention, the person standing in the main seat was the Holy Son, and the person standing beside her was the city lord. Then the priest...
Li Zhengqing smiled.
"You are indeed extremely smart," Li Zhengqing sighed softly. "Everything must be under his control, so he hid the priest among the crowd watching the ceremony, and he must be right next to Shibainagi!"
"Let's go." Du Zijun said, "There isn't much time left. We can't meet the target before the monthly reading comes. All the early arrangements will be in vain."
He Qin snapped his fingers: "Then, let's stick to the original plan—"
"First gather our strength to disrupt the Oiran Ceremony." Bingsan said.
"Defeat each other's opponents one by one!" Ren Jiu clenched his fists, determined to win.
"Set off!"
On the high platform where the ceremony was held, a phalanx of gold, red and silver was arranged on both sides like water and fire. The Red God and the Purple God, headed by the four new ones, looked at the ongoing celebration with great interest.
The Purple God is dressed in luxurious purple clothes, with a pure purple bun fixed with a gold hairpin on the back of her head. The ends of her slender eyes are raised. She is a woman with cold eyebrows and a charming look. When she walks, her sleeves are fragrant, making people laugh. Fascinated. She looked at the group of beautiful ghost girls fighting below, her long armor painted in cherry purple and she gently scratched her red lips thoughtfully.
"It's almost time to decide the winner," the crowds in Evernight City cheered, and one of the fans beside her said softly, "Why choose fighting? Kaori loose tea is not good at arguing with others. If she puts on men's clothes and dances , it is not an exaggeration to say that Izumo Aguo is reincarnated, how could he be reduced to the point of being torn to pieces and devoured by his opponents?"
A bright light shines down from the top of the head, warm and pleasant. This is the real light that belongs to ghosts. Zitianshen closed her eyes and murmured in a low voice: "This is not her original intention."
The gods surrounding her whispered: "... But the master won't like this."
"I don't like it, but some people do!" Zi Tianshen suddenly opened her eyes. At this moment, her whole person changed. Some long-suppressed anger burst out from her eyes, causing her to suddenly change from a romantic and graceful beauty. It became a demon knife with a sharp evil light, "Do you want to serve the prince? First go and please the ghost who is holding on to the sun! If you can't make him nod, what's the use of dancing to dazzle all living beings?"
On the other side, the Red Goddess was leaning on a crimson silk cushion. The golden-red robe lined her white neck and shoulders, giving it a crystal-clear texture. Her eyebrows are as bright as peonies, and she wears a gold and red wisteria hairpin on her vermillion bun. Throughout the city that never sleeps, she is the only one who can use Taifu’s exclusive red color on the hair ornaments that represent her status. It is also for this reason that even the red god Zitianshen, who has an explosive temperament, speaks and acts more impulsively than rationally, and is very scheming, has been fighting with her for many years, but has not succeeded in stepping on her head.
Seeing the war below coming to an end, blood was everywhere in the square, and a ghost girl who looked like a slender willow branch was grabbed by her opponent and torn into two pieces, then swallowed into her belly. Red Sky God took a deep breath, and her expression complex.
As a ghost, of course she would be excited by such unabashed violence and bloodshed, but...
Hong Tianshen glanced up at the figure standing in the warm golden light, and he didn't know what the expression was on her face.
"You don't seem very happy." A low-level god spoke to her.
The God of Red Sky gave a prevaricating laugh: "What a oiran ceremony, it's just a group of monkeys performing for people."
"... Please be careful what you say," the ghost girls around him became wary, "If the city lord hears this..."
The Red Sky God turned his eyes wearily, looking absently at the light that illuminated the dark night.
She recalled the first time she and Taihu met.
Few ghosts can find out her origins, and only a few maids who have followed her for a long time know that she was not a wandering maid in Yangya at first, but a maid who was to be sent to Awakihara.
She was still very young that year, but her unruly and ambitious beauty could already be seen on her face. She could no longer remember how she ended up living in the city that never sleeps. However, all the women here only existed for one purpose, which was to serve others, except for the Taihu, Amaterasu, who glorified the world.
Red Sky God didn't want to be reduced to such a situation, so she went to participate in the selection to enter Awakihara. Because of this young, ungrown beauty, she luckily passed the preliminary examination and accepted the selection of Handmaiden together with other maids. At this time, she was not very old. She had never experienced the grand occasion of the Oiran election, and she did not know what the Taifu looked like. She only knew that the ghosts and ghosts around her said that the Taifu's beauty could not be described in words, and only the tears of bitter tears could describe it. The barren pale tongue adds a little substance.
She is still very young, and her young heart is light because of her shallowness and sharpness at the same time, enough to fly to a place higher than the sky. Red Sky God did not take this statement seriously. Everyone who met her said that she would be a stunning beauty in the future, and growing and flowing beauty is what deserves people's attention. Things that remain unchanged, no matter how they were called at the beginning. People are amazed, but over time they will get tired of it.
Red Ghost's love and hatred are fierce, so her ambition to annex the world naturally burns in her immature body. However, this is a secret that cannot be exposed. In the city that never sleeps, she cannot tell any creature that she has the delusion to replace the husband.
Looking back now, she has always resisted her time in Awakihara. They are trainee maids who need to go through layers of selection before they can work for the prince. They have a lot of arduous practice work every day, and tiring assessments are waiting for them in the evening at the end of the day. If they don't do well, they will be reinstated. If you make a mistake mercilessly, you will have to pack up your clothes and get out of the area of Awakihara, get out of the center of the city that never sleeps, and never come back. Here she is just a lowly person, and her proud beauty has become a flower scattered in the mud and no one appreciates it. Moreover, she also receives the most warning looks because she likes red, red and exquisite ruby. The crimson colored glaze built the celestial palace of Awakihara, which made her often distracted. She felt that even though she was doing the hardest and most tiring work, her body and mind were soaring in the glow.
The second wave of ghost girls entered the stage with a noble and elegant dance, stepping on blood like a red lotus. Their skin was covered with gorgeous gold foil, and their beautiful bodies were looming under the colorful clothes. The city lord danced and laughed with extreme excitement, like a wolf howling.
Hong Tianshen closed her eyes, imagined Taifu's voice, and imagined the expression on her face at this moment... But it had been too long, and they had not seen Taifu's true face for too long. She could not guess whether Taifu's face was sad or angry, silent or silent. Mourn.
Is she still willing to watch it? Is she still willing to watch her people fight each other, but she can't speak or resist
Exquisite and clear glass palace lanterns are hung in Abakihara, like falling cherry blossoms. Every year, there are always a few distinguished guests who ask to see the Taifu. After the grand banquet, there are many things that need to be cleaned up by the people below. The trainee maids were assigned a set of daily clothes for the Taihu. The snow-white hem and cuffs were smeared with the vermilion maple forest. It was as sad and beautiful as all autumn. However, the fabric was stained with alcohol, and they needed to use expensive black perfume. Smoke it out.
The young Hong Tianshen had never seen such exquisite and beautiful jewelry. She was attracted by a bunch of gold and red rattan flower hairpins, and couldn't help but hold it in her palm and hide it.
She is stealing, and she is stealing something from the prince. If she is discovered, she will be thrown into the river of hell and turned into blood that will never be reincarnated.
But what does it matter? Sooner or later I will replace that woman and stand at the top of the city that never sleeps...sooner or later. At that time, I can also wear the noble red color, sigh three times in the entire Huangquan sky, and let everyone look up to my face! She gritted her teeth and thought.
Originally, no one would notice her behavior, because the Taifu's jewelry was too much, and it might spread into the sky to form a Milky Way. However, something went wrong that day. Two trainee maids who were snoozing did not have time to change the incense burner. It was extremely difficult to extinguish the will-o'-the-wisps of the underworld, so it rekindled from the incense ashes and licked the delicate clothes along the gaps in the incense burner. By the time it was discovered, the fire had already burned out.
The female official was furious because of this. She went to the bottom floor personally to count the Tafu's burned belongings, and finally discovered that a golden vine flower hairpin was missing among the ashes.
Red Sky God's theft was soon discovered.
The female officer with hands looked down at her with a sinister look. The golden vine flower hairpin fell in front of the red god, and it was covered with the blood that spurted from her mouth and nose.
"You are such a despicable servant, why don't you admit your guilt?" The female official with hands rubbed her lips and scolded her shamelessness in ancient language, "You actually dare to put your dirty hands on the husband's things!"
The Red Sky God was lying on the ground, and the bones all over his body were in pain as if they were being crushed.
She was about to die. Because of her temporary greed and ambition, she was about to be executed by the ghost in front of her. She spat out a mouthful of blood with great effort and just stared at the female official.
"But so what?" Red Sky God's throat was rolling with bloody phlegm, making her originally charming voice sound like a beast's roar, "I am a ghost... The ghost's passion will never be extinguished or diminished! I want to do this, so I do this. I did it... I don’t regret it, nor do I admit guilt!”
The female official looked at her in shock. It was so rebellious that she lost her words.
"You... want to make me confess..." There was blood between Hong Tianshen's teeth, and her smile was as bright as blood. "It's so ridiculous, so ridiculous... You actually asked a ghost to confess... The original sin of ghosts is our body. Because of ghosts! Our existence is the biggest sin! Living is an injustice, you actually want to... you actually want to ask me to plead guilty because of a hairpin... "
The female official was furious and shouted: "Beast!"
"stop."
There was a strong wind and thunder, and a voice sounded quietly.
The female official paused for a moment. She turned around, and the Red Sky God also raised her head. Her pupils reflected the sun's ripples, rising from behind the screen.
She finally saw the prince in the city that never sleeps, and Amaterasu in the underworld.
Her face was unexpectedly young, and she was not the stunning enchantress imagined by the Red Sky God, but her long platinum hair was like a river of stars, and her eyes were pure blue as clear as water. When she looked at her... they belonged to the gods. Posture and radiance.
"What's your name?" She walked over as if there was no one around, and the female official came back to her senses. She hurriedly said: "Master, you can't..."
"You're hurt." This was the second sentence she said.
So the female official also closed her lips.
The Red Sky God looked at her, unable to imagine that there was so much warmth... It was so warm that her smile froze, and the arrogance and cruelty in her eyes shrank back.
"You want this?" The Taifu squatted beside her and picked up the hairpin on the ground.
Red Sky God didn't say anything, maybe she thought wrong... In the world of the dead, there is only one person who comes to melt the original sin carved on the spine by the ghost.
The husband smiled and spoke to her in a low voice, as private as a whisper. It was a secret that only the two of them knew.
"You like red?"
It was not until the third question that the Red Sky God replied distractedly: "...Yes, but red is your color and no one else has the right to use it."
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"Then, come and replace me," the Taifu smiled, with an understatement, as if to say that the weather today is really nice, "When you become a Taifu, you can wear a very red dress and live in Awakihara. La."
Hong Tianshen's body trembled. She tried to find some sarcasm or ridicule in her eyes, but there was nothing. Taifu's eyes were as bright as ever, reflecting her surprised expression.
"It's better to have a goal to move forward than to live in confusion." The Taifu stroked her forehead and put the clean gold hairpin into her hand. "Is the position of the Taifu very important? But since it is what you long for, Why not give it a try?”
Red Sky God was speechless. Taifu saw through her greed and ambition in trying to replace Amaterasu, but said to her, why not give it a try
She murmured: "This is so ridiculous..."
... This is really ridiculous. She finally has the only person in the city that never sleeps to whom she can express her delusions, but that person is actually the Taifu himself.
"If you take this, you can no longer stay in Awakihara," Taifu looked at her. "This is the rule. Stealing is not good after all. However, other than here, you can use your own methods to chase me. . When the day comes when I stand at the top of Awakihara and can see you, I will let you wear jewelry in the color you like, how about it?"
Hong Tianshen looked at her and slowly took the hairpin from her hand.
"Okay." she said.
From that day on, she left Awakihara and used all means to enter the Yangwu. From the lowest wandering girl, she became the god above all ghosts, and then from the god to the leader of the camp, the red girl who surpassed Huangquan. God.
"The most noble red," she said softly, "can never be mixed with blood."
There was a distant loud noise, and there was an uproar in the square, as if someone had broken through the blockade of the Shibuya Nagito Cavalry and broke into the ongoing celebration.
The city lord's ecstatic smile froze, and the Holy Son was stunned. The ghosts and monsters were talking loudly, and all the guests present stretched their bodies to find out the specific situation.
"What's wrong?" Zi Tianshen focused his eyes and stared at the distant entrance, where smoke and dust were everywhere, and the movement just now seemed like an explosion.
The ghost girls who were fighting against each other couldn't help but move away and stare at the figure of the visitor.
A tall... woman slowly walked out of the smoke rising into the sky.
She is very tall, with long black hair tied behind her head, flying in the wind with a white hairband. She looks like an ancient swordsman, but she is covered with an unusually gorgeous robe, purple and gold. Butterflies are flying in the air, and the vines are like clouds and mist.
She walked slowly towards the center of the square, pressing the handle of the knife on her waist, her steps neither fast nor slow. The city that never sleeps is as bright as day, so her appearance gradually becomes clear from the smoke and dust, her eyes are molten gold, and the ends of her eyes are red with a romantic and evil spirit.
All the ghosts looked at her.
Her face was extremely beautiful, but she was also extremely stern. She walked slowly as if she was inspecting her own land. According to legend, there is a giant peak in the ancient Eastern country called Kunlun, the king of mountains. The ice and snow on the top will last for generations and will be difficult to melt for thousands of years. The ancient kings made it their lifelong goal to learn from its arrogance and honor. Whether they were controlling or governing the country, they all Be as strong as this eternal snow mountain.
The ghost girls who were still fighting to the death were now retreating one after another, and their knees were weakening.
Something as majestic as mountains and seas is coming... Something like an emperor is coming!
The woman was already standing in the center of the square.
She breathed out a long breath and looked around casually, so a moment ago it was a slaughterhouse where thousands of ghosts were watching for fun, and suddenly it became the altar of the emperor where everyone looked up and feared.
"Oiran Ceremony?" she asked, her voice low and affectionate, with a faint smile, "It's really lively."
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