Dramatic Blade

The winter night came quickly, and after the sun went down, the closed Japanese room of the Nuliang Group slowly opened the door.

Asahikawa stretched out his head for a moment to look left and right, and then stepped out lightly.

"Master Painter."

A black-haired monk in cassock raised his low hat, stood at the corner of the corridor and let out a cry.

Asahikawa paused for a moment, saw the monster, searched the name of the other party in his mind: "It's... Kurodabo."

Kurodabo is one of the cadres of the Nuliang Group. He is a powerful monster born from the thoughts of children. He will come to the rescue immediately when children are in danger. He has a gentle personality and is often dressed as a monk.Asahikawa looked through his past memories for a while, and found that he had not had a deep relationship with the cadres of the Nuliang group, but he still got a good idea of ​​the general name and story.

For example, Kurodabo was also one of the quite capable men in the Hyakumongatari group of Yamamoto Goro Zaemon during the Genroku period.

But now that he is a cadre recognized by Nura Rikusei, Asahikawa certainly doesn't care about such issues for a while.

While he was looking at Kurodafang, Kurodafang was also looking at him.

It was just a face-to-face a few times, but this time Kurodafang was finally able to observe carefully for a while.

The ghost's facial features have a kind of sharp elegance, pale skin, and dark eyes, but there is also a kind of calmness after the edges and corners have been polished.

Sure enough, the temperament of people who are good at calligraphy and painting is still different from us monsters of the martial arts school. Although they are individual ghosts, their strength is not bad. I heard that they have taught three generations in Tono...

Hei Tianfang's attitude was very polite: "It turns out that Master Lu Sheng mentioned to you the little monk, and I will be in charge of the guard in the mansion today. Are you leaving?"

mentioned?There was a trace of doubt in Chaorichuan's eyes for a moment, and then he replied: "Yes, I have been lying down for so long, and I have to go back to work, otherwise the New Year will be difficult."

The speed of time between the ghost talk and the reality is different. They stayed in the ghost talk for six days, but only one day and one night passed in reality. However, due to the damage from the sun and the recovery power of stretching the hips, Asahikawa closed and opened his eyes for a while, and a week passed.

There is usually a hiatus for the New Year, but he still owes a manuscript, and Asahikawa slapped his thigh for a while, and it broke.

After he finished speaking, he jumped into the courtyard and wanted to climb over the wall to leave. Heitian Fang didn't stop him, but continued: "Master Lu Sheng hopes you can stay here for New Year's Eve, so I went to your mansion today to clean up."

"You may not know that your mansion was invaded by a group of ghosts a few days ago and has been destroyed."

Chaorichuan stopped for a moment, then suddenly turned around: "What, my house collapsed!?"

Kurodabo: "...Yes."

Asahikawa asked for a while: "What's the matter, isn't there a monster guarding Ukiyo-e Town?"

He lay in bed for several days, and when he woke up, he was told that the house had collapsed! ?

Asahikawa’s momentary eyes burst into flames. Nura Rikusheng told him that Ukiyo-e Town is the big territory of the Nura Group. Human ghosts with blood smell have always been forbidden to enter, and the defense against human ghosts is very strict. , and there are hidden troops stationed around his mansion to monitor, and there is a Tokito Wuichiro living in the house!

"So, did the goddamn ghost dancer Tsuji Mumi destroy my manuscript!?"

He walked back almost a few steps, grabbed Kurodafang by the collar and roared, "I'm a traditional paper painting school that doesn't have an electronic file!"

Kurodabo hurriedly supported his bamboo hat.

Wait, what about the elegance of literati?

"This, three generations of him..."

As soon as Nuliang Rikusheng came back, he saw the scene where Asahikawa was about to swing Kurodabo to the ground as a ghost dance Tsujimu.

"what happened?"

Kurodabo has never seen such a posture, and shouted for help: "Three generations!!!"

Because of the girls' manga book, Asahikawa didn't think that his home would be ransacked for a while, but after the book was sold out, he and Nura Rikusho visited the shrine for more than a month without seeing a ghost.Under the reminder of the slippery ghost, he knew more or less about the guards of youkai in Ukiyo-e Town, and he was a little relieved.

But he didn't expect that as soon as he exposed his ability to not be afraid of the sun-in the eyes of Oni Wu Tsuji, the ancestor of Oni didn't know that he had the buff of delayed burn, and his home was attacked like this.

A little snow fell from the eaves because of the footsteps of the two, and it was possible that the little monster riding the wind stopped on it, and ran away in a hurry after hearing the voice of the leader.

"Being able to break through the organization's defense line, the human and ghost side also suffered heavy losses, but the only Shangxian ghost who came here was the fourth of the Shangxian ghost. After seeing that you were not there, they escaped from the siege of monsters and Zhu."

Nuliang Lusheng took Asahikawa to a Japanese room for a while, which was full of books and papers, "The boy who lives in your house seems to have helped you pack your things. I asked the monsters to bring them all here, especially the drawings. .”

Asahikawa cried bitterly and hugged his low workbench, "My manuscript!!!"

"...Don't you have that part of the manuscript?" Seeing him screaming heartbreakingly, Nuliang Lusheng frowned.

"No, there is, I'm just too moved."

"..."

The slippery ghost didn't know much about the profession of a cartoonist. He shook his head, walked up to the ghost who wanted to stick to the workbench, and sat down on the mat together, hugging each other.He held up the ghost's wrist, because the ghost's hands were almost burned in the sun for a few minutes because he was holding the knife and pressing down on the nest.

What would it be like for a painter to lose his hands?

"The response from the Ghost Killing Team was even more timely than I thought. Your lord did not underestimate Ghost Mai Tsuji's desire to overcome Sunshine. You laid an ambush in your house the day after the ghost story came out."

Asahikawa spread his fingers following the strength of the slippery ghost for a moment, he was indeed a pair of painter's hands, without the roughness and thin calluses produced by holding a knife for a long time, clean as new, with slender joints.

He let Nuliang Lusheng caress him, and said in his mouth as it should be: "Every generation of Yushiki has a vision, don't underestimate human beings, monsters."

That's why he didn't worry about Shitou who lived there or Tanjiro who happened to come here. It's better to say that the more people there are, the better. He felt that there was a chance of winning, and he was only worried about whether his manuscript would be affected by the battle.

"But I didn't expect it to be New Year's Eve in a blink of an eye." Asahikawa thought of Kurodabo's words before: "You said you would stay with me for New Year's Eve. Will there be any programs for the monster's New Year's Eve?"

"Is it worth eating and drinking?" Lusheng Nuliang thought about it carefully, and it seems that there is really no program: "After the servants clean up, the special products sent by the leaders of various places should be unsealed, and the food and wine are relatively good. It's interesting, the New Year monsters have their own jobs, and when it's dawn, Yatengu will return to Gao Tianyuan..."

"It's kind of boring..." Chao Richuan listened to this chatter for a while, and suddenly clapped his hands, thinking of an idea.

"Yes, let's go to the New Year of Humanity once!"

Nuliang Rikusheng: "Human New Year?"

On New Year's Eve, when thousands of horses are dark, the house fires are noisy, and the bells ring one hundred and eight times in the distance.

Compared with the relaxed and comfortable world, the Infinite City seems to be shrouded in a layer of blood-colored light.

Tong Mo was the last one to know the news that Yiwozuo and Yuhu had been wiped out, his surprised expression was somewhat real, and then he covered his face with a fan, feeling very sad: "Ah, what a pity, since Your Excellency Yiwozuo Wiped out by the ghost hunters."

He seemed to be crying but not crying. The other ghosts seemed to be used to his appearance, but the crazy painter gave him an extra look because...

——It's too fake.

Unless he was blind, even the dullest person could feel the plastic taste of this sadness, and God he was crying.

The crazy painter only felt that goosebumps were about to rise all over his body, expressing that he couldn't understand, and decided to look away as if he didn't see it.

Oni Wu Tsuji Wucan summoned the remaining Shangxian Gui, who was standing high in the infinite city, his eyes were gloomy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

As soon as the string of the shamisen sounded, a sliding door opened and closed, and a monster appeared in the infinite city.

Like Kuanghuashi, the monster has the appearance of a human youth, wearing a blue kimono, holding a folding fan, with ordinary appearance and ordinary momentum. If the monster power is ignored, it is completely a passer-by in the crowd.

If you want to say that the person with the most right to speak in the Baimonuyu group is him.

Yamamoto's mouth, Yuanchao.

Butterfly Ninja guessed rightly. The failure of the two ghost talks included the loss of two winding ghosts. Oni Wu Tsuji Mumi really wanted to attack the monsters, but because Asahikawa’s temporary existence suddenly became special, he was too lazy to talk about some interesting things. It's gone.

After all, Yiwozuo and Yuhu are also useless. If the monster side talks about this point, Jifeng can fight endlessly.

Ban Tiangou returned home a while ago, and Gui Wu Tsuji said straight to the point: "I want to eat the ghost of the painter, and ghost hunters and monsters are obstructing it. I agree to your last ghost talk proposal and help you spread the word." The so-called 'fear' creates 'dread', as opposed to..."

Onimui Tsuji lowered his voice, Yuan Chao soon understood his request.

They created ghost stories originally to target the Nuliang group. The painter's ghost mixed with the Nuliang group, which is also their enemy. Since Gui Wu Tsuji wants to eat that ghost, they don't need to solve it by the way. Throw it directly to Onimi Tsuji Wumi and it's over.

Yuan Chao thought for a moment and asked, "Ghost ancestor, do you want to join the last ghost talk?"

"No." Guiwu Tsuji Mucan still refused.

Even with the goal of Asahikawa Ichimo, Onimai Tsuji still wouldn't put himself in danger and completely put himself in the realm of monsters.

"Hei Si Mou, Tong Mo." Ghost Wu Tsuji named out the names of the two ghosts.

The second winding, Tongmo.

The ghost who was still sad a moment ago was named, and the face behind the fan changed, replaced by a wild smile: "Oh, I have read your comics, and I still remember the eternal bliss of that era. The woman at that time is really exciting."

Hearing his rippling tone, the mad painter slandered, that's all fake, you expect a ghost!

A swordsman dressed as a ronin sat kneeling behind the bamboo curtain. His long hair stood tall, his back was straight, and his breath was deep and introverted, like a mountain that cannot be ignored. He only replied: "Yes."

One of the winding strings, Black Death Mou.

Kuanghuashi took a few steps and repeated the conversation he had with Yiwozuo: "Then please tell Master Tong Mo your story... Master Hei Si Mou was originally one of the blueprints, if you can tell the story in more detail , Guai Tan can be more perfect."

Tong Mo smiled happily, but the smile never reached his eyes, and he agreed, "Okay, I like telling stories to the congregation the most."

Hei Si Mou suddenly asked, "What exactly will your painting show?"

The head of the winding head slowly tilted its head, and there were six blood-red eyes on its face.

"Will it make memories real, or just create a world of monsters?"

Kuanghuashi didn't expect to be asked this question, he was slightly taken aback, and soon the corner of Ge Buxia's mouth twitched, and he replied with a chuckle: "Neither of them."

"If the story is detailed, my painting can even awaken a little memory of your time as a human being, but it is impossible to be powerful enough to turn the picture in the painting into reality or create a real world."

"But in terms of monsters, picture scrolls, water mirrors, torii gates... are all 'doors' leading to another world."

The crazy painter raised his head and said word by word:

"My painting is the door to the world of strange stories that countless people talk about and fear!"

After the meeting, because the base of the Hyakumonogatari group belongs to the territory of youkai and the barrier of the Gomonin family, Narujo can only send Yuanshio and Kuanghuashi halfway.

The sliding door of Infinite City opened and closed, and two monsters walked on the snowy path, heading towards the stronghold.

On the way, Yuan Chao suddenly said, "99, don't you really know the relationship between the painter's ghost and the leader of the Nuliang Group?"

In the Yuyuan Taisha, Asahikawa summoned the slippery ghost to the ghost story with a love song for a while, which no one expected.

——Who would have thought that a slippery ghost who likes to ask tricks would meet a ghost to fall in love!

Ghosts can't think of it!

The crazy painter also had a headache, and replied with a "huh", "I can guarantee that this relationship also surprised me."

Yuan Chao covered his face with a folding fan and glanced at him, then looked away.

The two walked on the snowy path without saying a word. When they were about to return to the stronghold, the footsteps of the crazy painter stopped suddenly. Yuan Chao took a few steps and looked back at him.

"I know you're doubting me, Yuan Chao."

It hovered against the wind, blowing the thin hem of the monster's clothes.

There are still traces of being burned by the demon fire on the cuffs of the crazy painter.

He laughed slowly, and his momentum was like a calm sea that started to have a storm.

"I have nothing to fear, I just hope you don't forget that there are only two reasons for my existence—"

He didn't speak, Yuan Chao looked at him, and read out like a flashback: "You are a 'monster who chases ghost stories and is extremely strange', and 'will bring terrible pain to the leader of the Nuliang group'."

This is the definition given to him by the previous generation of crazy painters.

"Yes, I have never forgotten what I want to paint." The mad painter tore off the Gebu on his face, his eyes mocking.

"But the ghost of the painter has already forgotten."

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Go to bed early, little guard!

Next, write about the past and send out some candy. After killing the top four, the story will basically reach the last third!

The third strange talk will be very interesting hehehe I have been preparing for a long time!Please look forward to!

感谢在2020-08-2123:59:28~2020-08-2218:57:14期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 13 bottles of song of the abyss;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!