My Japanese Story Is a Bit Sweet - Chapter 200

At dusk, also known as the time of devil.

The outlines of yin and yang become blurred, and the legendary moments when inhuman things can be seen.

It was about six o’clock in the afternoon, and the sky was split into two halves by clouds. On one side is a disc with scarlet light, very bright colors, shining brightly. On the other side, it is a whole piece of navy blue.

Fujiwara Stars sat on Izu Madam’s back and flew in the low altitude. There are no high-rise buildings around, the vision is very wide, and the wind slaps him unscrupulously on the cheek.

He suddenly thought of something.

The memory of Kyoto is Heiankyo.

The memory of Ping An Jing is a ghostly shadow.

Not to mention anything else, these days in the Suga Cafeteria, Fujiwara Hoshikazu knows more monsters than he has known in three years in Tokyo.

Heiankyo, with a history of more than 1,300 years, was originally a city where demons and ghosts coexist.

One by one resentful spirits wandering in Kyoto at dusk, revealing a trace of desolation. As the sun was setting, the mountains were dimmed, and only a few white flowers were left, which looked a little bleak.

“Itsu Maten…” Fujiwara Stars closed his eyes and said, “Wait later, if you find that the form is not right, you immediately go back to the hotel and take Xiaozhen to Tokyo.”

“Humph!”

The big demon with a human face and snake body expressed its disdain with his nose. It thinks like this: If it wasn’t for you to come to Yin that day, my uncle would have eaten you!

“Are you still not convinced?” Fujiwara Hoshizora drew out the ghost and knocked on it. “I know a dish called “Dragon Tiger Fight”. It happens that there is a cat in the house. Do you want to talk back to me? Solve the greedy?”

Although he said this half-jokingly, Yijin Zhentian couldn’t help but shivered, shaking his body with fright, and fell to the ground.

The ground is a park, and all kinds of birds fly from this tree to that tree, or drink water and dress up by the pool. A fat orange came from the forest, and the birds flew up in a panic.

The orange cat dismissed it and basked in the sun leisurely on the stepping stones by the water.

Suddenly, it raised its head and looked at a snake falling from the sky, with fierce light flickering in its eyes.

When he was about to fall to the surface, Yi Jin Zhentian found his balance, fluttered his wings a few times, and flew back into the air again. In the park, the orange cat dazzled with a “meow” and continued to squint and doze.

In the sky, Fujiwara Starry sky said disdainfully: “I just scared you, your wings are soft?”

“Fujiwara-sama, I was wrong.” Izu Maten was just a little bit stupid, not stupid, so he wisely chose to give in.

It is not afraid of the Fujiwara starry sky, but it is afraid of Shinjima. Judging from the relationship between his master and him, if he offends his master, he will be beaten at most. If you offend him, it is very likely that the owner will make it into a dish by himself.

One person and one demon flew in Kyoto in the sunset, and soon came to the south of Central Avenue.

This is the central axis of Kyoto, and has been the center of Kyoto for thousands of years. Near the end of get off work hours, the road that was supposed to be heavily trafficked was under martial law. Explosion-proof armored vehicles were everywhere, and members of the Jiu Section with guns and live ammunition watched the surrounding environment vigilantly.

A quiet zone appeared in the bustling city, as if it had been drawn into a vacuum.

Fujiwara Star landed on the ground, and a high-ranking nine subjects walked towards him.

“Mr. Fujiwara, you are here, please here.”

“No, you can act according to your plan.”

“But…” The high-level executive looked hesitant.

Fujiwara Stars waved his hand and walked alone on the empty street, free of his entanglement.

The tops of the buildings on both sides gleamed in the sunset, and the streets below were sunk in dim shadows. He stood in the shadows and looked up at the sky. The dusk was going to pass soon.

Suddenly, I heard a faint “pop” in my ear, which was very light and hard to detect. It’s like walking alone in a lush mountain forest at night, a chestnut shell bursts open automatically, and the sound of the fruit falling on the floor.

Crisis is usually quietly lurking in an unknown corner. Once the right time comes, it will gush out silently, swallowing every cell in the body coldly.

There was a faint ripple in the air. When Fujiwara Starry sky noticed it, all the members of Jiu Ke collapsed on the ground, only the lone warning signs and armored vehicles were still swearing their sense of existence.

The periphery of the field of vision was covered by a navy blue film. You can’t see the outside from the inside, and you can’t see the inside from the outside.

There was a gleam in Fujiwara’s mind, and when he looked up, Suwo Liyi flapped its wings, leaving a gorgeous silhouette on the navy blue setting.

“Gu Huo Bird…” Yijin Zhentian muttered, “I can’t beat her…”

Fujiwara Starry sky was silent, he now has a very strange idea that I might die.

The hunch always appears leisurely and then disappears inexplicably.

In a daze, a certain great monk’s chanting sound came in his ears, and when he heard it from a distance, it was even more desolate than the sound of an owl.

He turned his head to look over, and there was a figure from the back in the middle of the street.

To be precise, it was not a person. There are two horns on his head, a hideous grimace, the exposed skin is red, only the pointed nails are black.

Its identity can be vaguely identified from its simple monk clothes.

As it appeared, something in the world was pulled, and the ground began to tremble, like an earthquake.

Fujiwara Xingkong knew that the “ghost hand” felt the breath of Rashomon and came to Rashomon.

Now Rashomon is about to respond to it.

“Boom!”

The streets were cracked, and a lot of smoke and dust were rolled up. Amidst the shaking, an ancient city gate slowly appeared in the middle of the road.

Under the plaque with the three Chinese characters [罗生门], the wide city gate was tightly closed, and the red lacquer was covered with discolored yellow paper symbols, giving a heavy feeling on the face. The collapsed stone steps were covered with weeds in the cracks, and there were still spots of white crow dung. On the other side, a cricket was lying on a large vermilion-painted column.

The downstairs of the city was deserted, with broken Buddha statues, offerings falling all over the floor, and wooden heads painted with vermilion lacquer and gold leaf piled like firewood. In the depths of the cobwebs, piles of bones lay peacefully.

In a daze, I saw a short and thin old lady crawling among the corpses, pulling out the long black hair of a female corpse. She stared at the blood-red eyes and said to the bones downstairs: “After these hairs are pulled out, they will be used as wigs.”

Fujiwara Xingkong rubbed his eyes and bowed to the back in front of him and bowed a salute: “Mage Ono, long time no see.”

The “Ono Masato” looked back at him, his eyes glowing bright red, blood oozing from the wrinkles on his face, and bruises in his arms. It stared with red eyes and stared at the Fujiwara starry sky like a eagle bird. It seemed to be chewing something in its mouth, its mouth squirming, almost touching its nose.

“Crack quack~~” The crow hovered over the high upturned door and let out a hoarse cry. They are like scattered sesame seeds, floating in the lonely and deserted twilight sky of Kyoto, reflecting a bleak **** dusk.

The corpses of the deep night are everywhere.

History looks for logic in the dark.

Religion calls for creatures in the dark.

Fujiwara Hoshigori glanced at the Gushu bird that slowly landed from the sky, and said to Izu Shinten: “Go and hold her and help me buy some time.”

“You have to hurry up, I’m not her opponent…” Yijin murmured dissatisfiedly, flapping his wings and rushing over.

The two big monsters collided at low altitude, and there was a loud noise, and the air wave broke out from the center of the battle.

Fujiwara Hoshizora looked calmly at the two knives hanging around his waist.

A handful of ghosts.

A handful of ghost cuts.

He pulled out the ghost cut, and shook his finger at “Ono Yato”.

“Om”

The buzzer sounded, and it seemed to feel the breath of a thousand-year-old enemy. The thin blade of Onishi trembled slightly, and as a sword bearer, Fujiwara Star also felt a sense of excitement and bloodthirsty emotions involuntarily rushing to his mind.

For an instant, it was as if an invisible big hand had pressed the switch key.

The light of the silver knife slid across the dusk and met the ghost claws.

“Zheng.”

The ghost cut left a deep mark on the ghost’s hand, and the blood shot.

“Ono Masato” took a few steps back quickly, grinning strangely. The ugly head was still chewing, blood gushing down the corner of his mouth.

“It’s very hard…” Fujiwara Starry sky holding the knife in both hands, step by step approached it. “You Buddhists often say “all beings are suffering”. Yes, birth, old age, sickness and death, love parting, resent for a long time, can’t ask, let go. No less, everything is suffering.”

“Ono Masato” roared and rushed towards him.

“Thank you for everything.” Fujiwara Stars threw a fire talisman, one-handed knot seal, “It’s time for you to rest.”

The moment the fire talisman exploded, it was like a fire dragon suddenly rushing out of the ground, and the dancing flames rolled up the “Ono Yato” in an instant, rammed an armored car parked on the side of the road, and directly slammed the explosion-proof door. It was dented, and then, a violent explosion sounded.

Amid the bang, fiery fireballs were intertwined in the air, and broken cement blocks and speckled flames sprinkled on the road, flooding a large area of ​​the road.

Fujiwara Xingkong walked into the flame with a knife. In front of him, “Ono Masato”‘s body was red on one side and charred on the other side, and a coarse cloth monk robe was covered with blood and burn marks, like spots on a Dalmatian’s body.

The blade flicked through the air, bringing up an amber-like cold light, and blood splashing.

With Oni Kiri, Fujiwara Star’s speed, strength, and body control are all up to the same level. Faced with every fierce attack by “Ono Masato”, he can stagger the attack with the ultimate speed, plus all of him. The skill [Perception] can counterattack every opponent’s offensive while avoiding dislocation

And because the damage caused by the ghosts to the ghosts has an uninterrupted burn effect, so this battle is basically a crushing game.

In this flame, you can see the two shadows colliding quickly like a dance, slashing and cutting backwards, constantly pulling out poignant blood from “Ono Yato”.

At a certain moment, the blade flashed, and a ghostly and stunning knife slashed across its chest. In the process of staggering back, it could no longer hold on and fell to the ground.

In the last moment, Ono Masato’s dying consciousness returned to clarity, blood pouring out of his mouth, he struggled and said the last words with difficulty.

“I envy you so much…”

“Don’t… let down… Mihoko…”

The light reflected on his distorted face, Fujiwara Stars pressed his lips tightly, nodded, and then threw a fire talisman to burn the great monk and the ghost hand to ashes.

“boom!”

A violent impact sounded nearby, and Izu Maten’s body fell from the air and hit a fire hydrant. After the fire hydrant broke, the water jetted from the ground forming a small fountain.

Fujiwara Xingkong quietly looked at the ancient city gate in front of him. From the discolored yellow paper talisman on the city gate, he felt an unprecedented fluctuation of spiritual power. It was a powerful force far beyond his cognition range, like a sleeping beast. So, one can’t help but want to worship.

The barrier set by Haruaki Abe himself, even after a long period of 1,300 years, still gives people an indestructible sense of sight.

So how strong will this barrier be when it is first deployed?

Thinking of this, Fujiwara Xingkong couldn’t help but admire him, as he deserves to be the most powerful onmyoji ever.

At the same time, he was also wondering. Facing such a strong seal barrier, even Doko Ibaraki knew the location of Rashomon, and there seemed to be no way to break the barrier, so what exactly was his layout in Kyoto?

How does he open Rashomon?

He frowned to think about this problem, and the other side Yijin Zhentian stood up from the water curtain with gritted teeth. The next second, the figure of Gu Huo bird also rushed into the water curtain.

Wow! Wow!

In the water curtain, it was as if several bombs were exploded in an instant.

The two big monsters fought each other inside, and the majestic monster power collided in the water, shaking people’s minds.

Suwo Liyi attacked, Yijin Zhentian defended, hitting from the water curtain to the sky, chasing around the building, Yijintian just fell on a tree in the first second, and Suwo Liyi waved his wings in the next second. , The golden demon fire slashed across the entire canopy like a long knife, and the green canopy burst into flames instantly.

In desperation, Yijin Zhentian had to fall to the ground, and another demon fire landed on the position where it was standing. Under haste, it could only hold up the demon power enchantment to resist.

When the explosion sounded, Su Wo Liyi had already rushed to her with a flap of wings.

She looked noble and thin, but under this wing, the surrounding air was compressed, and Yijin Zhentian was beaten by this shot, and her body slammed into the critical shop by the roadside, the bright yellow flames were tight. Then, a huge flame exploded from the shop.

“Woo~~”

Yijin Zhentian screamed violently, and flew out of the flames, his gray-headed face was as embarrassed as he was.

“You birdman, don’t be too arrogant!” It grinned and cursed ~www.mtlnovel.com~, ready to rush to kill it.

“Come back!” Fujiwara Starry sky shouted.

“I’m going to tear this birdman!”

“To shut up!”

Fujiwara Xingkong glared at it coldly, and from the fluctuations on its body, it was possible to perceive that this great demon was already at the end of the crossbow. If you continue to hit it, it will take less than ten minutes, I am afraid it will be torn to pieces by Miss Guhu .

“You go back to the hotel. If I can’t go back tonight, I will leave Kyoto with Xiaozhen immediately.”

Yijin Zhentian “hummed” extremely reluctantly, flapped his wings with difficulty, and flew away.

Fujiwara Starry Sky held the Ghost Cut and looked at Suga Riya, who was slowly descending to the ground.

In the deep twilight, there were a few bright red blood flowers on her fair and charming face. Like plum blossoms blooming in the heavy snow, it adds a touch of beauty and weakness to this scorching battle.