no rain

Chapter 23

Kikko Sadamune has been in Honmaru for a while, but he has not been able to see the God Judge.

At first, he heard from the daggers in Honmaru that the judge was a dignified but gentle and easy-to-talk adult.

He was very curious and planned to sneak a look into the room of the interrogator.

But as soon as he walked downstairs, he was stopped by Qianzicunzheng who came to Honmaru at the same time.

"The master issued an order to refuse to meet with you earlier, you don't know this, do you?"

"Of course I remember the master's order." Guijia Zhenzong glanced at him, "but I believe that even if the taboo is broken, the master will not punish too much."

Rather, he was happy to punish him.

"huhuhuhu... is that so, then I'll go too!" Qianzicun smiled and said again, "If the master blames me, I'll take it off!"

"……Uh?"

However, the two were intercepted by Xiaohuwan downstairs.

After defeating the infiltrating enemy army and returning to Honmaru, the sword men who went out breathed a sigh of relief and entered the repair room in turn.

When they finished their lives and were about to meet the God Judge, they were told by Xiaohumaru——

The god judge will rest in the house, and during this period, except for Xiaohumaru, who is a close servant, no swordsman will be seen.

An enchantment was even set up around the residence, blocking the sword men's perception of the state of the god judge.

Although the men with swords were strange, they didn't have any doubts about the order conveyed by Xiaohumaru.

Time passed like this for a month.

The injury that would have healed in about fifteen days should have healed in a month.

But the god judge still did not appear in front of the men with swords.

It wasn't until the power of the enchantment declined for some reason that the men with swords began to perceive the sudden decline in the spiritual power of the god judge, and then they began to feel that something was wrong.

A man with a sword stopped Xiaohumaru to ask about the situation, but the latter cleverly evaded it.

Yaki Hasebe and Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada, as the servants of the God Judge, felt that something was wrong, and decided to visit directly, but they were turned away by Kokomaru.

After another two days, the spiritual power of the god judge could hardly be sensed.

In order not to cause panic in Honmaru, the swordsmen who had gone out to the mountains before got together and sent a swordsman who Xiaohumaru could never stop to investigate the situation.

At the same time, Yaken Toshiro and other blades were also ready to welcome them in the repair room.

Sanri Yuezong recently came to the door of the God-inspector's room, and lightly knocked on the door of the God-inspector's room.

From a long distance away, he could already perceive the state of the God Inspector, who was already on the verge of death.

"Xiaohumaru, I know you're inside." Mikazuki Zongjin said, "I came in, huh?"

After Sankai Yue Zongjin said that, he planned to open the door, but the door was opened from the inside before he could touch it.

Xiaohumaru looked at him lifelessly, with the sadness and self-blame that only he could see, suppressing it.

"Little Humaru, leave the master to me." Mikazuki Zongjin said with his usual smile, and his tone was non-negotiable.

"Your Excellency Sanriyue, please go back." Xiaohumaru didn't intend to answer his words.

Sanriyue suppressed the smile on her face, and looked straight at Xiaohuwan with eyes full of the most beautiful scenery in the world: "Hahahaha...you are still so stubborn. But I am not here to bargain with you today."

Mikazuki Zongjin lightly clasped the knife on his waist with his hand, showing his position.

As a descendant of Xiaohumaru's same-sword sect, he is the only five-flowered swordsman in Honmaru and one of the five swords in the world. After judging the critical situation, he chose the simplest and most direct approach without hesitation.

Kohomaru also pulled out the knife from his waist, a hint of hostility appeared in his empty eyes.

Sanri Yuezong drew his sword, since the two blades had already agreed on a solution, there was no need to say more.

Sanri Yuezong had a shallow smile on his face, which was the good upbringing he had cultivated as a nobleman, even when he was on the battlefield.

He didn't say much, pointed the tip of the knife at Xiaohuwan and sent it. The powerful blow didn't match his clear and beautiful face at all, and Xiaohuwan was thrown directly against the paper door by him.

Sankai Yuezong was not polite at all, and made several attacks in a row without giving Xiaohumaru any buffer.

The outcome is already very clear.

Not long after, Xiaohuwan had already lost the lottery, and Mikazuki Zongjin proposed to him with a knife: "Well... why don't you just admit defeat? Now is not the time to waste time."

Xiaohumaru remained silent, but still held the saber and slashed at Mikazuki Zongjin.

Mikazuki Zongjin dodged sideways, caught Xiaohumaru's blade with the back of the knife with his backhand, swung upwards to break his attack, and quickly attacked to knock Xiaohumaru to the ground.

He looked at Xiaohuwan who was lying on the ground, put the knife back into the scabbard, and frowned slightly: "Xiaohuwan, you are not half as powerful as you were in the past."

After saying that, Mikazuki Zongjin bypassed Xiaohumaru and came to the house.When he walked to the door of the inner room, the dull and dead air emanating from it made him secretly startled no matter how much he had seen in the world.

Sanri Yue Zongjin opened the door, and what he saw was a scene that he couldn't describe his feelings.

The gloomy house has no sunshine all day long, and the damp air blowing towards the face has a slight musty smell, and you can even feel the struggling and floating dust.

There was a thin layer of dust in the corner of the room that had been left unattended for a long time, and half a spider web had already been set up on the roof.In the middle of the room, there was a messy and wrinkled quilt on a bed that was not too big or too small. When his eyes touched the "human figure" sitting on the bed, Sanri Yuezong's eyes widened in disbelief.No matter how well-educated he was, he couldn't hold back the smile on his face, and the corners of his mouth gradually drooped.

The whole body of the "human figure" was thin and only bones remained, a cloth was wrapped around the drooping face to cover the eyes, and the bloodless lips were shriveled and wrinkled, and the turned-up mouth skin was stuck on it, covering the whole mouth. The full, bright yellow silk dress is dented on the fleshless body.

shocking.

Sanri Yuezong could almost recognize that it was his master.Perhaps it was because she didn't even have the strength to move, she sat on the corner of the inner side of the bed, her arms hanging down on the bed feebly.Motionless like a broken doll, exuding a deep dead air.

A well-educated man like Sanri Yuezong is close, and in this case he doesn't care about etiquette.He came to the bed in silence, took off his robe and wrapped the judge, gently and carefully carried the judge from the bed into his arms, turned around and didn't want to stay here for a moment.

He could feel that the 1.6-meter-70-meter-tall judge only weighed more than [-] kilograms.

Sanri Yuezong approached the door, and saw Xiao Huwan who was sitting in a daze between the door frame, with a polite smile on his face, but the beautiful eyes looking down at him were extremely cold.

"I think you should be ready to take it all on."

When Sanri Yuezong brought the judge to the restoration room, none of the swords had a good look on their faces.

"Your Excellency Yaoken, how is the master?" Sanri Yuezong asked him.

Yaken Toshiro took off the cloth strip on the face of the judge, inspected her from head to toe, shook his head and sighed: "I'm still alive, but I'm not far from death. With my medical skills, I'm afraid... ..."

"Lord! This is not true... Yaken! There must be a way to save the Lord, think again!" Hasebe's face was full of anxiety and disbelief, so that he grabbed Yaoken a little rudely. Toshiro's collar.

"Hasebe, why are you forcing drug research like this..." Yiqi Yizhen pushed aside the pressure and cut Hasebe and grabbed his younger brother's hand.

"What are you talking about, aren't you worried about the Lord?" Yaki Hasebe turned to look at him.

"Okay, Hasebe-kun... No one will feel good about the master. Let's calm down first and think about what to do." Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada pulled him away and looked at Yaken Toshiro, " Yaoyan, are you really helpless?"

Yaken Toshiro said with a solemn expression: "I see that the general has more or less the spiritual power of Xiaohumaru in his body, and he must have tried all the methods that can be tried. This also shows that it is difficult to transfer spiritual power to the general. It's useless, and I don't think the general's current body is receiving a lot of spiritual power."

"In this state, there is no way to eat and recover on your own. Although you can take some nutritional supplements, it is not sure whether there will be side effects." Yaoken Fujishiro said.

The men with swords were lost in thought, no one knew what to do now.

Sanri Yuezong, who was on the side, came to the God Judge and held her skinny hand.

Xu Shi sensed the breath of the outside world, and the judge's fingers moved slightly.

"Master!" Yaki Hasebe, who noticed the movements of the god judge, rushed to her side, wanting to hold the other hand of the god judge, but was afraid that he would not be able to grasp the strength because of being too excited.

The closed eyes of the examiner moved slightly, and then slowly opened the eyelids like the dawn of the deep darkness.

She glanced at Mikami Tsukimune and Yakiri Hasebe beside her with eyes that were still covered with a layer of black mist, and opened her mouth, but only a few hoarse voices that could not be spoken came out of her throat.

There was disappointment in the eyes of the judge, and Sanriyue Zongjin beside him said to her with a gentle smile: "Master, if you allow me to hold your hand and restore some spiritual power for you, please blink your eyes."

The judge paused for a few seconds and blinked.

Sanri Yuezong wrapped the god-inspector's hand in his own, and the pure and thick spiritual power of the Five Swords of the World flowed into her body, like a clear spring pouring into the dry desert.

The judge opened his mouth again, trying to piece together the words with a hoarse voice: "I... got out, did you..."

"You have come out! You have come out, Lord!" Yaki Hasebe looked at the judge, weeping uncontrollably.

"Is there anything you want to do now?" Sanri Yuezong lowered his head, looked at her tenderly and asked.

The judge touched his dry and cracked lips, and pulled out a comforting smile: "If possible... I, take a shower... and change clothes..."

Sanri Yuezong couldn't laugh or cry: "Let's talk about this when you are almost recovered."

He looked up at Yaken Toshiro again: "Yakuken, are you still helpless about Master's situation?"

Yaken Toshiro pondered for a moment, then nodded with difficulty: "The general... Let's put it bluntly, her situation is very similar to a flashback."

All the men with swords in the room fell silent.

After hearing this, the inquisitor turned his head to look at the sunny sky outside the window of the restoration room, and smiled faintly.

"Send me back to this world."