The sea-colored robe was deep and shallow, swaying on the soft and thick moss like a tidal wave. Goto Qianli turned around and left, leading several maids and leaving in a grand manner.
As soon as their figures disappeared around the corner of the vermilion corridor, He Qin jumped up with Wen Zheliu and ran towards the palace!
"Quick, quick, quick!" Wen Zheliu was furious, "She actually went directly to the place where the player lives to check people. We have to speed up!"
He Qin said calmly: "Don't be anxious. The more anxious you are, the more chaotic it will be. You have to talk to those two people first, before the time comes-"
Before he finished speaking, the door curtain in front of him was suddenly blown open by a gust of wind, and a pale woman's face suddenly poked out from below, colliding with the two of them!
"Brother!" After hearing the broken willow, there was no time to draw out the staff. He Qin's sword was unsheathed in an instant. The sword energy crushed the flying snow and broke the rainbow. It was like the bright crescent moon on the horizon, buzzing and passing by -
The knife was retracted, and the maid's stiff and smiling face remained unchanged, like a lifeless statue, frozen in the air as it waited for an attack.
"Go in." He Qin ran indoors without looking back. Although Wen Zheliu didn't know what was going on, she didn't care much in the emergency and hurried behind him and rushed inside.
He Qin: "It's best not to take away the things inside. We have already killed one of her men and we can't anger her any more."
Wen Zheliu: "I understand."
With that said, he took out the communication talisman and hurriedly sent a text message to Du Yuan and the other two, asking them to be prepared, and it would be best to help cover one or two. After finishing speaking, he raised his eyes and carefully looked around the scene in the room.
The aroma of Heifang burns faintly in the incense burner inlaid with gold wire and copper. There are many manuscripts with wet ink scattered on the sandalwood table, all of which are poems written in elegant and lingering handwriting. There are also brocades dyed with Xiangxiang fabrics folded next to the table. A graceful lyre is leaning against the mattress, and behind the screen in the snow-capped mountains hangs scenes of the four seasons with exquisite brushstrokes. It is indeed so fragrant and elegant that it makes people forget about the ordinary.
At the same time, Du Zijun was drowsily asleep, and was suddenly awakened by a message. He frowned and picked it up, and his face suddenly became solemn.
"One or two, you're so fucking brave just because you're a monster..." He murmured and cursed, jumping up from the bed. As soon as he adjusted the appearance, he noticed the sound of numerous and bustling footsteps coming from a distance. Nearby came from outside the door.
Coming so quickly? !
According to what was said in the text message just now, Chisato Goto did not go to Shenzou, but was the first one to check their house
He plucked his hair anxiously and saw the second text message also lighted up. It was Xie Yuanyuan: Sister, I will go back right away. I am on the way now. There are about three minutes left!
Du Zijun no longer had the energy to correct the boy's address to him. The sound of clogs stepping on the corridor through the door could be heard in his ears. A graceful figure was reflected on the door, with an unparalleled, cold and oppressive feeling.
"I'm here unexpectedly. Can I come in?"
Du Zijun had no expression on his face and opened the door. He stood barefoot, while Chisato Goto was wearing wooden clogs. Although he was currently the smallest among the four, in terms of height, he was still taller than the petite Mrs. Ioto.
"Are you okay?" He held the door with one hand, his dark pupils staring closely at Goto Qianri's beautiful face.
Goto Chisato looked back at him, with gloomy eyes and a soft voice: "Oh, it turns out to be the miko-sama. Where are the other priests?"
Facing her questioning, Du Zijun's expression remained unchanged. He moved his fingers hidden in his sleeves slightly and typed a message to the remaining three people. He replied calmly: "In the bamboo forest behind, it was very foggy this morning. Say There may be new wild fungi.”
Goto Qianli nodded: "In that case, let me go to the bamboo forest to have a look, excuse me..."
"Wait a minute." Du Zijun said calmly, "It took a lot of effort to come here, and then leave like this?"
Goto Chisato's beautiful eyes widened slightly. She turned around and said in surprise: "What?"
"Come in and sit for a while," he said, passing his body. "It's just right. I also have something to ask you."
The woman still maintained her aristocratic smile, but the look in her eyes had completely settled into an inexplicable coldness.
"Are you delaying my time?" she asked softly, like a hissing snake speaking, "To be honest, I'm in a hurry and don't have any extra time to spend with you..."
"To be honest, I'm very curious." Du Zijun said, interrupting her for the second time. He took a step forward, reached out and gently held her long flowing hair, "... you and Mr. Jiu Song, and his The matter of three crazy brides.”
The two looked at each other, and at this moment, Du Zijun suddenly felt cold.
This is a very strange kind of coldness. At the beginning, you can't even feel its existence. You can only feel a stiffness spreading along the ends of your limbs, hair tips, and eyebrows. Du Zijun breathed slowly, and found that his nose was filled with a salty cold smell, so his blood, which was originally hot and flowing, and his beating heart gradually slowed down, as if they were wrapped inside and outside by the slowly injected pine gum.
… deep sea.
Du Zijun tried his best to pinch the hair in his hand with his frozen fingers, and finally thought of it in hindsight.
… This is the feeling of drowning in the deep ocean.
"Okay." Goto Chisato suddenly smiled, "What do you want to tell me?"
Out of the corner of his eye, Du Zijun caught a glimpse of her sleeves swinging slightly, and the figures of the two maids immediately floated away, silently heading towards the bamboo forest behind the house.
In the dormitory, Wen Zheliu looked around, and suddenly found a simple and unique bookshelf further inside, shaped like an old tree branch. There were many old books of different colors on it, and his heart moved slightly. , couldn't help but walked over, picked up a book and took a look.
These books are placed here, next to a small couch for people to rest. It is obvious that the owner of the house will often use them to read. Are there any clues they need in them? Wen Zheliu thought this, and took out a particularly shabby book from it. At first glance, it was the ancient book that had been consulted the most.
"Biography of the Sea Kingdom..." He murmured, pinched the spine of the book, and felt that there was something foreign inside. He quickly opened it and looked at it, and found that it was a piece of yellowed, brittle paper. Page.
The text message in his hand flashed, and the replies from Xie Yuanyuan and Du Zijun came out: I have rushed back, you should hurry up too!
Urgent, come back quickly.
He exhaled anxiously, squatted down, put the book next to him, and carefully opened the stacked paper. On it was a series of dates and numbers, arranged in a table format.
"The dew on the green leaves will obviously not last long. Occasionally, the wind will blow up, and the dissipation will prove impermanence..." An ancient song is written solemnly at the top.
The handwriting on the paper was the same as what Wen Zuriyu had seen on the desk before, both written by Goshima Chisato. And this ancient song is also in the Tale of Genji. Purple Princess is about to die, so Genji laments that the world is impermanent and helpless like morning dew. What is the meaning of it here
Looking further down, Wen Zheliu saw a familiar date at the beginning.
"April 8th, the fourth year of Yanxiang..." He frowned, "Isn't this the first day Ruozi started keeping a diary? That day she just learned that she was going to marry Mr. Hisamatsu and become a bride... Wait! "
The fog in front of him seemed to be suddenly blown away by the wind, allowing him to vaguely see the outline of the truth behind it.
Immediately afterwards, the layout on the paper was as detailed as a table. There was a date every seven days, followed by a small slash. It looked like the person who made the table set a goal to be completed every seven days. For phased tasks, the trailing slash is proof of completion.
Wen Zheliu frowned: "What do you mean?"
Two flowers bloomed, one on each side. At this time, the maid had already filled the celadon cups with tea for the two of them. Because of the strange disease, all the food here cannot be cooked over an open fire. Even the tea brewed is bone-chillingly cold. The dark brown tea foam floats lifelessly in a cup of green water, like The finely chopped corpses of a group of mosquitoes were floating in it, making one's stomach feel knotted just by looking at it.
Du Zijun refused to drink, and Goto Chisato had no intention of raising a toast. She looked at the miko sitting opposite and thought this woman was weird.
Ever since she settled down here, men have stared at her with covetous eyes, and women have stared at her with envy and jealousy, but no one has ever stared at her with such complicated eyes as the cold-tempered miko in front of her.
Is it nostalgia, hatred, reluctance, or just a hint of regret
"How long have you been married to him?" Du Zijun asked first. At this time, his hands and feet were still astonishingly cold, "Three years, five years, eight years... or ten years?"
The corners of Chisato Goto's lips were raised, showing a slight smile - due to her status as a wife and her long aristocratic life, this smile had long been engraved deep into her skin and became a subconscious expression.
"Sometimes, people always regret what they have done," Du Zijun lowered his head, not knowing whether he was saying to her or to himself, "The people who have hurt me in the past, the unjust money they spent, could not be handed over yesterday." A piece of ham for a stray dog... People do wrong things all the time, and they regret the wrong things they do all the time.”
Goto Chisato listened quietly without speaking.
Du Zijun picked up the tea cup and looked at it: "However, some people don't seem to be like this."
"Born to be paranoid, born to have no empathy, born to be extremely egotistical... Are you such a person, Mrs. Ivy?"
Chisato Goto laughed.
Her peerless face shone in the room, and she said warmly: "Miko, I think it is necessary for me to ask, did you see anyone through me?"
Du Zijun was startled and felt a little embarrassed by this question. At this time, the maid opened the door, came in from the outside, and knelt down next to Goto Qianri.
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Her expression slowly changed. In this blocked room, she stared at Du Zijun and asked in a hissing voice: "Did you lie to me? There are no Onmyojis left in the bamboo forest. You just Are you stalling for time here? Where are they?!"
At the same time, Wen Zheliu in the palace suddenly thought of something. He quickly grabbed the ancient book from the ground, opened it to the place where the pages were previously sandwiched, and saw a description with pictures and text below.
This "Biography of the Sea Kingdom" is a bit like the local Classic of Mountains and Seas, except that it is not as broad and comprehensive as the Classic of Mountains and Seas. However, it also introduces many strange people, monsters, and mythical legends along the coast, and is also accompanied by simple drawings. illustrate. On the page that Wen Zheliu turned to, there was a neatly drawn picture of a plump woman on the upper body and a strange creature with a long fish-shaped tail on the lower body.
Hearing that Liu Zheliu was struck by thunder, he froze on the spot.
"The sea mermaid has a fish body and a human head. It looks like a woman. Its voice is beautiful. When you see it, the world will flood..." He read every word, which was extremely difficult. Those who survive will live a thousand years of eating..."
His eyes slowly moved down, focusing on the last sentence: "... flesh and blood are used as medicine, and one dose of Qiyao can make people gradually become sane, like a puppet with a shed head... "
The text messages flashed more and more often: Hurry! ! Don't care what you find, I can't hold it back anymore! Xie Yuanyuan is in the bamboo forest behind the house. Get there quickly!
He Qin's voice came from afar: "Ning Ning, it's time to go!"
Hearing Zheliu's whole body trembled, as if he was waking up from a big dream. He quickly memorized the contents on the page several times, then folded it and put it away. After placing the ancient books back in their original places, he followed He Qin out.
"Wet the outside first, then follow me back from the direction of the bridge next to the bamboo forest!" He Qin tore his clothes a little messier, "Do you remember everything you saw?"
Wen Zheliu hesitated for a moment and nodded, still looking a little shocked.
He Qin patted him on the shoulder, then picked him up, his body stretched like a big bow full of strings, and suddenly flew back in the direction!
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