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"...The joking tone of the companions also blended into the air unbelievably, and Qiu closed his lips tightly and fell into deep thought!"

When the last word "Go" fell down like heavy metal, and the lingering sound of the shamisen accompanied by the song of the golden sword lingered on the beams, the audience was silent, followed by thunderous applause.

As if awakened from their sleep, the guests jumped up and threw flowers and ribbons to the two girls on the stage, and crowded each other towards the center.

They all wanted to get closer, eager to hold hands with Chuanzi or Zhongzi, or to get an autograph, or to be able to see each eyelash clearly at a close distance, or to be a little closer.

Order has completely disappeared.

And this is not an orderly song.

No one can accurately describe the singularity of this concert.Zhongzi's singing voice has a mellow opera-like quality, which doesn't match her appearance at all.And Chuanzi's contrast is even more astonishing. Although his every move is weak and weak, the shamisen he plays is like the neighing of the devil in the abyss. People seem to be able to see the boiling dark clouds and the raging fire, as well as the looming madness in the clouds and fire. of beasts.

It is abstract, wild, unscrupulous and direct to the heart, full of an extremely pure appeal.

Its influence on the spiritual world is enough to change reality, enough to crush all orders into powder, and make rationality not catch a cold while trembling.

The light bulbs hanging from the wires flickered like candles on the beams, clogs and western-style leather shoes entangled each other alternately, the sleeves of the guests brushed against the wooden tables and chairs that had accumulated for many years, and occasionally the overturned teacups fell to the ground. The ear-piercing noise produced could not wake anyone up.

People were ignited by the song's effervescence, throwing away their usual pretense of decency, chanting "Sing one more!" or "Hug me please!" "Kiss me please!"

Like waves crashing against a rock.

The red-haired man in the corner carefully stored the pen and paper more properly, and confirmed that any subsequent actions would not result in the loss of the newly written manuscript.

When he raised his head again, Akutagawa and Chuya in the center of the crowd were completely gone, and the arrogant noble young master who caught his attention in the other corner was also gone.

The manager here lost all sense of control due to excitement and pride, his face was flushed as if he was drunk, and he was so dizzy that he no longer remembered to persuade the guests to calm down, he just kept mumbling to himself.

"This is what I want... soft-spoken crooning has been in fashion for too long, Yoshiwara needs a change that will sweep everything away. Girls yelling and screaming so hard that veins pop out of their foreheads , the doors and windows were buzzing, the guests were crazy about this strange charm, and they were so ugly that no one could extricate themselves. The selling point of the girls is frivolity..."

A girl from the Kyogoku House struggled to wade through the mud in the hall, and whispered to the steward's ear in embarrassment: "Hua Ji Oiran calls you over."

The steward left the hall in a trance like sleepwalking, and climbed the stairs alone.

The red-haired man hesitated for a moment, but in the end he didn't sneak into the crowd to try to rescue his companion, but chose to follow the steward to go around to the area of ​​Kyogoku House which is not open to guests during this period.

He's playing an out-of-the-way guest right now, but it's not hard to follow along, people's attention is not there at this time, and everyone is either completely boiling over singing or freaking out because everyone is boiling up.If it is not for another purpose, it is impossible for anyone to remain rational.

Out of caution, the red-haired man with ulterior motives still kept a little distance, and only followed up when the steward turned the corner, so that the steward's figure was occasionally in his field of vision, and occasionally out of his sight .

He touched the gun hidden under his arm, silently counting the number of bullets he brought.

When the steward walked out of his field of vision again, he suddenly heard a strange movement of a cloth belt being stretched.

Completely instinctively, he dodged and hid behind a door, then turned out the window of that room, stepped on the narrow eaves outside the window, moved to the outside of the room where the strange sound was coming, and slightly opened the window to look inside.

He saw that the steward, who was still in high spirits just now, was spitting out a mouthful of blood in his direction, and the whole flushed cheek quickly faded to gray, like a faded oil painting, a grayed apple.

He immediately understood that Guan Shi could not be saved.

But the steward's eyes still couldn't realize what happened, and they were still dazed, staring blankly at the fern girl and oiran in front of her.Those eyes were filled with the ecstasy and madness of reaching the pinnacle of life, as well as the strong longing for creating a new fashion trend in Yoshihara in the future.The ambition in the pupil burst to the extreme, but suddenly froze.

Fern Princess Oiran turned her back to the window, and the red-haired man could only see a woman's back, her head tilted to one side, and the exquisite dress that half-wrapped the woman's body.

A shocked voice appeared at the door: "What are you doing?!" It turned out to be the proprietress of Kyogoku House.

The proprietress had noticed early on that Fern Ji Huakui had summoned the steward, so she followed behind slowly, thinking that she would catch something by doing so, just like a wife who rapes her husband, there will always be something to gain.

Fern Ji Huakui laughed "hehehe", the laughter was full of publicity and disgust: "Of course I killed her, isn't that obvious? Don't yell so loudly, after all, Jinggokuya is about to It’s gone to the next level, if there is a murder case and it spreads, won’t all your hard work during this period be in vain?”

She took a step aside, so the red-haired man could see the steward who had blocked half of her body before.

A belt passed through the steward's chest, twisting and shattering the steward's heart.

Fern Ji Oiran flicked her hand on the belt and pulled it back, and the steward fell heavily on his back to the ground.

A stupid expression that was half smug and half bewildered was permanently fixed on the steward's face, and even this hard slam couldn't shake the expression off.

Blood splattered on the colorful paper door, decorating this rich oiran's boudoir even more vividly, already dazzlingly bright.

The proprietress saw the steward's face clearly, and finally understood the current situation, she was so shocked that she couldn't speak, she could only raise her finger and point to Huakui Fern Ji, trembling all the time.

"I'm sorry, I killed the steward, but I was so angry, she didn't pay attention to me at all, just now she looked at me with the eyes of yesterday's yellow flowers." Fern Ji Huakui didn't care Said in a calm tone, "Oh, I accidentally dirty the house, go ask two tight-mouthed people to clean it up."

"Enough!" The proprietress's face was covered with cold sweat unknowingly, but she still managed to speak clearly, "I can't accommodate you anymore. The girls ran away and even committed suicide because of you, and now you kill them directly. , I will never cover up again!"

Fern Ji Huakui tilted her head and sneered at the proprietress: "You are so ugly, old woman, you are going to turn against me now? Oh, I understand. After all, the two newcomers' singing was a great success today." Ah, I'm not the only cash cow at Kyogokuya at last."

She approached the proprietress step by step: "It's really hard for you to endure for so long. Ask the steward to hide the newcomers and train them secretly, so as not to let the newcomers get in touch with me, the source of negativity. Finally, bang! It became a hit today, making the whole Yoshihara is boiling. You can finally kick me away with confidence. I didn't realize that you are so smart before, which really surprised me."

"It's not like that." The proprietress trembled, and quietly stretched her hand behind her back, "All this has nothing to do with who is the cash cow."

"Oh... what does that have to do with it?"

"You...you are not...human, are you?!" The proprietress took out a knife hidden in advance from the knot of her belt, gritted her teeth and stabbed Oiran Fern.What she said was obviously not a question, but an affirmation.

It was difficult to make this decision, but she wanted to get out of the torment of countless sleepless nights, she confirmed that she had to make a break with Oiran Fern Ji.

When she was a child, she once heard a legend told by an old lady at the refreshment shop that every few decades, an oiran with a stage name of "Ji" would appear in Yoshiwara...

Is that really the case?In other words, there is only one special oiran from the beginning to the end.

The proprietress admitted that she had given up many girls over the years for the sake of profit, and her conscience tortured her all the time, making her unable to feel at ease and happy when counting money.

She should have let this end long ago.

Although this is an entirely megalomaniac idea.

Bracken Oiran stood still, but the costumes that wrapped her spread apart on their own, turning into floating belts. Anyone could see the beautiful and sexy female body of Bracken Oiran through the gap.

Fern Ji Oiran proudly showed off her beauty, and waved her belt, easily blocking the proprietress' attack, but the sharp knife pierced the fabric belt without leaving a hole.

Then the belt was like a cat chasing a ball of thread, and it couldn't wait to pounce on the proprietress.

The red-haired man outside the window fired.

The explosive sound of the gun swirls with a powerful impact force, and before the human ear can receive the loud noise, the bullet has already dragged a long trail on a belt.

The smell of gunpowder smoke was captured by Hua Kui Ji Ji before humans could detect it. She looked out of the window in shock and anger, and the hot-headed proprietress finally woke up, realizing the absolute gap in strength between herself and the ghost.

"Killed! There is a ghost!" The proprietress screamed and tried to run downstairs.

There were also people who responded in panic in a very close place: "What? Ghost? How can there be a ghost?!"

It stands to reason that this is the inner area of ​​Kyogokuya, and only girls will exist, but it is a male voice that is terrified.

And the red-haired man recognized that it was Yinshi's voice.

By the way, Yinshi is very afraid of ghosts.This idea suddenly entered the red-haired man's mind, and it became as natural as knowing that Dazai likes to eat crab meat, it seemed to be common sense that he had always known.

Angrily, Fern Ji Huakui let some of her belts continue to chase the proprietress, while she charged at the red-haired man outside the window.

The ability [Tian.Yi seamless] was activated on its own, and the red-haired man saw himself being grabbed to the sky by the opponent, and then fell hard to the ground to die.

Without hesitation, he let go of his grip on the window lattice, letting his body slide against the wall to the ground.

Fern Ji Huakui flew into the air, and from the other side came the sound of the sash being cut off, and Gintoki screamed in disorder: "Where is the ghost? Wow, don't come here, don't come near me! How can it be possible in the world?" There will be ghosts hahaha I am not afraid!"

The proprietress was obviously protected by Yinshi, and she burst into the hall on the first floor with her angry shout: "Killer! Everyone, run!"