Moon Black Wind Gao Aunt Haunted

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After California Qingguang returned to the door of the inquisitor's dormitory with the prepared miso soup and seaweed rice balls, he found that the warm yellow light in the room had been extinguished before he left, and it was pitch black inside.

Lord God Judge... have you gone to bed yet?

California Qingguang hesitated for a moment, he brushed the dust off the floor with his hands, then carefully placed the dinner tray on the ground, and finally he knocked lightly on the door.

It was so light that you couldn't even notice it if you didn't pay close attention. California Qingguang listened attentively. After a long time, there was still no sound in the room.

Probably, he had already gone to bed.

It was pointless to stay here any longer, California Qingguang simply didn't put away the plate, he left the dinner at the door, then saluted slightly to the door of the interrogator's bedroom, and then went downstairs.

Maybe this "Master Qingtu", if he is hungry at night, he can get up and have dinner again, he thought.

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midnight.

Although he didn't go out to fight, California Qingguang still felt extremely tired, perhaps because of... tiredness.

Therefore, on the first night of obtaining a human body, even though he was alone around, Qingguang still fell into a deep sleep.

So what he didn't know was that at midnight, the interrogator's dormitory was still dark, but the closed door slowly opened in the dark night.

At the same time, the dinner tray that California Qingguang had just placed by the door moved by itself, little by little...and moved into the dormitory of the inquisitor.

The late night in Honmaru is not pitch black, the moon without the neon lights is extraordinarily bright, and the moonlight shining down makes the corridor extraordinarily vivid.

Two minutes later, the door to the interrogator's bedroom was opened again.

Under the moonlight, there was still nothing in front of the Japanese room's gate, but a black shadow suddenly appeared on the pale ground illuminated by the moonlight.

An invisible person appeared.

There was no sound of footsteps, no figure, no sound, just like that, the shadow on the ground started to move by itself.

It slowly descended the stairs, and the moonlight elongated the black shadow.

The shadow floated to the sword man's bedroom, stopped at the door of California Qingguang's bedroom, turned around and left, and finally stopped at the door of the sword forging room.

The sliding door of the knife forging room opened slowly by itself, but the lights inside did not turn on, and it was still pitch black.

The sound of pulling the door was particularly obvious in the quiet Honmaru. Kai Qingguang, who was lying in the sword man's dormitory a few meters away, frowned with his eyes closed, muttered something in his sleep, turned over and fell asleep again.

In the knife forging room not far away, the noise inside continued.

In the darkness, the shikigami swordsmith puppets were suddenly awakened. As puppets driven by spiritual power, they could not affect their work at all in the dark.

In the darkness, the plug of the forge was suspended, as if being picked up by someone, and then began to be inserted into the socket...

Ok?Didn't get in?

The suspended electric plug turned in one direction, and then continued to plug into the socket.

Still can't get in...

After a while, a small cluster of will-o'-the-wisps lit up next to the plug, illuminating the surroundings in a faint blue. With the light of the fire, the plug successfully found the socket.

The forge was powered on, and the small LCD screen displaying the amount of materials dimly lit up.

It seems that the person who forged the knife hesitated at the material input interface. After a pause, the number "50" was displayed behind all the materials on the LCD screen.

Immediately afterwards, the "OK" button lit up by itself.A string of numbers is displayed on the LCD screen.

"00:20:00"

The flame burst out with a "huh", and the ghostly shadows around it were illuminated by the faint blue flame, and the swordsmith puppets began to clank together, as if they hadn't expected such a big scene suddenly, a pool of cooling The material shook suddenly and spilled some on the ground, as if it had been accidentally touched.

Even with careful attention, the sound of forging knives was too loud.

The door of the forging room opened and closed again, and then a vague black mist rose from the floor along the door of the forging room, and then quickly diffused, wrapping and swallowing the entire forging room firmly.

In an instant, the sound of the iron forging the sword, and the light of the flames were all wrapped in the black mist together with the forging room, and there was no sound anymore.

It was as if no one had ever been there.

It was early morning at this moment, even if a little time was wasted in the forging room, there was still a long time before dawn.

The shadow on the ground lingered for a while, but did not stay here any longer, but went straight to the center of the courtyard—the direction of the ancient Manyyezakura tree.

In the center of each Honmaru, there will be such a towering ancient tree.

Many people think that the dormitory of the God-inspector is the center of Honmaru, and they are completely wrong—this ancient tree is the biggest pillar that connects the spiritual power of the God-inspector and supports the independent space of Honmaru.

As for why it is called an "ancient tree" instead of "Myriad Yezakura", it is because the ancient tree penetrates the spiritual power of the god judge. In this country, the spiritual power of most people is clear and soft, so it is more suitable to transform into cherry blossoms Tree.

Correspondingly, the ancient trees of the Honmaru of many male god judges are huge and towering maple trees, with colorful autumn leaves, and their beauty is no less beautiful than that of cherry blossoms.

In addition, the god judge who ranked eighth in the last team battle, Honmaru is a towering plane tree. In late autumn, golden pompoms cover the tree and roll all over the ground, which is very beautiful.

As if sensing the arrival of the God-inspector, the towering ancient tree branches and leaves in the center of the Honmaru moved without wind, rustling, as if welcoming the arrival of the God-inspector.

A leaf fell, but when it was about to fall on the grass, it stayed in the air strangely, as if being caught by someone. Gradually, this leaf, which could not be identified as belonging to any tree, began to slowly The shrunken, slender, dry yellow-green has also turned into a watery green.

Another gust of wind blew away the leaf, and the shadow on the ground was also buried by the fallen leaves...

A faint and elegant fragrance came from the top of the tree, and at this moment, the countdown in the forging room finally jumped to "00:00:00".

………………

"I'm Xiaoye Zuowen..."

The blue flames were silently extinguished, a burst of cherry blossoms exploded, and after falling, a child in blue cassock appeared in front of the forge.

The height of a young child, a thin but upright body, bright eyes, and a sharp short knife at his waist—another man with a sword was awakened.

Xiaoye Zuofuji, the dagger of the Zuowenji sword school, is a man of few words and introverted, but very, very reliable swordsman.

He looked around, and in the darkness, Yu Yu's bright eyes dimmed.

"Is there no one here?"

It was so dark outside the window that nothing could be seen clearly, and it seemed that even the moonlight could not penetrate.

Xiaoye Zuowen hesitated for a while, and then walked forward. He stretched out his hand and pushed it tentatively. For some reason, the sliding door of the forging room did not move at all. Can't open at all.

Becoming a human for the first time, the inexperienced Xiaoye Zuowenwen stood there in a daze, not knowing what to do. After hesitating for a while, he went back to the forge, sat down, hugged himself and curled up into a ball.

Someone will find him by daylight, he thought.

Unlike California Qingguang not far away, with the black fog barrier to block the noise of the forging room, California Qingguang slept very soundly, until the sun fully rose and the sun was shining on his face, California Qingguang was fully awake come over--

"No, it's getting late!"

California Qingguang sat up abruptly, tidied himself up briefly, and ran out quickly. On the first day he came to Honmaru, he didn't want to give "her" a bad impression of being sleepy.

"What kind of flowers are blooming, and they still smell strange..." As he speeded up and rushed to the kitchen, his drowsy mind was awakened by a burst of cool and sweet flower fragrance, but he didn't have the time to check it out. Where is the scent of flowers coming from?

California Qingguang had just turned a few steps before he stopped.

Water trails flowed from the door of the forging room not far away, meandering along the corridor, trickling into the grass in the courtyard.

This is... the cooling material is spilled?

California Qingguang turned and walked towards the knife forging room. The black mist that had permeated the room dissipated without a trace the moment the sun rose.

He pushed open the door with ease, and the coolant was indeed spilled, but at first glance, California Qingguang saw that it was indeed the little short knife curled up next to the forge, Xiaoye Zuowen.

"Master Qingtu...it seems that he came to forge the knife last night."

California Qingguang came over and patted Xiao Ye Zuo Wenfu's shoulder lightly, "Are you... Xiao Ye Zuo Wenwen?"

Opening her eyes hazily, Xiao Ye left the words in a daze for a moment, staring at the face of California Qingguang, it was difficult to identify, "California Qingguang?"

"Well, did Lord God Judge only forge you yesterday?"

Looking at Xiao Yezuo's words and nodding, California Qingguang knew that if the Lord God Judge stayed up late to forge the knife, he might not be able to get up at this time, so he was not in a hurry, "I'm going to give Lord God Judge a Breakfast is ready, and I will take you to the dormitory of the interrogator by the way..."

Having said that, California Qingguang has a complicated expression.

"Be mentally prepared, our judge...something is different."

The author has something to say: You may have noticed that this article is viewed from the perspective of swordsmen~ After all, you are more familiar with swordsmen, right? !