"Buzz...buzz...buzz..."

Like seeing an old friend whom he hadn't seen for a long time, the "Sun and Moon" swords in the man's hand also uttered an excited cry.

"Yes, and you guys...Although it's a bit different from back then, but..."

Feeling the shock, he looked down at the pair of weapons in his hand with emotion: "...It's been a long time."

"The slave family... finally... wait for you..."

Asagiri, who was held in his arms, still stared at this familiar and unfamiliar face buried in his heart for hundreds of years in front of him, and the voices from the lightly parted red lips were trembling.

"This time... it won't be... the dream that the slave family... have to have every night, right?"

After being stunned for a second, she gently shook her head, reached out her hand cautiously, and moved up the man's profile with the back of her fingers, as if to confirm that all this was not a dream...

Once, she would dream of this scene every night after falling asleep.

But always before touching this loving face, everything shatters into a dream bubble, turning into tears on his face when he wakes up in the morning.

"After I leave... you must... have suffered a lot."

His soft and beautiful, warm and jade-like face was somewhat different from what he remembered.

There was a cross scar on the greasy side cheek.

On the upper left of the slender and straight sword eyebrows, a charred scar covered most of his forehead.

The high-spirited youth in my memory has become a swordsman who has gone through hundreds of battles, experienced vicissitudes of life, and is introverted.

"You have always been in my heart, and you have never left... As long as we can meet as promised today, what is the harm in the cycle of life and death, the vicissitudes of life, the mountains of swords and the sea of ​​fire?"

He stretched out his tail and flicked the tears hanging from the corners of Chaowu's eyes, the man domineeringly leaned over his face and slapped her sandalwood lips fiercely...

"Hey... This gentleman who is good at flirting with girls is really the ancestor of Abe-kun, the indifferent face paralyzed, steel sword crazy straight man?"

"Besides, in the Abe clan, which is rich in onmyoji, I have never heard of such a master who can slay ghosts and gods with swords! 』

Looking at the strange warrior incarnated by Abe Temple in front of him, after smashing ghosts and gods with one sword, he began to "sprinkle dog food" with the oiran recklessly. Hiroshi Tsutenta and Kengo Yamada felt that they could not eat anymore.

"This... In theory, 'Resurrection of True Name' will give priority to awakening the powerful existence hidden in the long river of blood..."

Nia, who was also puzzled by the effect of her spell, twitched her chin.

"Of course, because of some interference items, there is the possibility of such or such small-probability events."

Suddenly remembering something, she clapped her hands lightly: "By the way, wait for this guy to report his name, and you'll know!"

The technique of "Resurrection of the True Name" was inspired by the original intention of "asking for the name", and awakened these existences that had been sleeping in the history for a short time.

Therefore, according to the rules, after the opponent is successfully summoned, he must report his "true name" to himself as the caster.

At this very moment, the warrior in the center of the giant pit reluctantly parted his lips with Chaowu, looked at Niya who was the "caster" with a solemn expression, and seemed to be ready to report to his family: "Second day first-class swordsman, Liu. …”

"Boom!"

Behind the three, those ghosts and gods who had just landed on the ground reunited silently and quickly like lightning...

"...Yagyu Yujuro!!!!!"

"What, not surnamed Abe... Could this be the interference caused by the blood of the Tauren? ! 』

In the midst of the flames, the powerful body of the bull ghost climbed up from the ruins as if immortal, buried the bull's head in the green eyes of everyone, and slammed into the two hugging people in the huge pit...

"It's been a long time... This time, the immortal and immortal me will never lose to you again!!!"

"Shoji Shinemon..."

In his eyes, where the flames out of the frame due to hatred, reflected the peaceful face of Yagyu Yujurou, who was standing with Asagiri in his arms and holding a sword.

"Since I was able to join hands with Yin Yang Liao to seal you back then, why not kill you thousands of times today!"

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1657, March 2.

Edo, Hongo Maruyama, Hongmyoji Temple.

"Namo Amitabha Ye... Duo Taga Duo Ye... Du Di Ye He..."

In the quaint temple built on the hill, the rebirth mantra recited in unison echoes.

"Om... hum..."

From time to time, there are melodious bells, which are passed along the temple all the way to the Edo Castle below.

In the backyard of the temple used for rituals, there is a small and delicate coffin on the high pyre.

Inside the coffin lay a slender girl with a slender figure.

She was wearing a solemn and gorgeous purple kimono with large sleeves, her hands were clasped peacefully on her abdomen, and her eyes were tightly closed.

That lifelike complexion, as if she just fell asleep temporarily, and may wake up at any time.

"grown ups……"

"How about it, it's been more than a month, can't I still ignite?"

Outside the gate of the monastery, Zhuang Sijinemon, dressed in a black robe, with gray hair on the temples, and the tip of his nose hooked like a goshawk, asked in a deep voice to a young novice behind him.

It has been more than a month since the new Taifu Asagiri "suddenly died of a sudden illness" in the middle of the Oiran Road in Yoshihara's "Shinagawa Building".

Since the day Asagiri died, Yoshihara Yukor has been experiencing strange things...

On the day the corpse was gathered, everyone found that the purple kimono with big sleeves on Asagiri's body could not be taken off, as if it was stuck to the body by the dried blood.

In order to avoid destroying the corpse, she could only put on makeup for her, put her clothes together and put it in the coffin, temporarily parked in the "Shinagawa Building".

But that night, there were many Shinagawa girls who "stayed up late and worked overtime and fought until dawn", and heard the resentful and singing from the long street.

That song, not only the tone is similar to Asagiri, but also the song that Asagiri likes to hum the most on weekdays.

Not only that, but there are also several wandering girls who took a rest due to menstruation and fell asleep early, as if fascinated by ghosts~lightnovelpub.net~ in the middle of the night walking along the pitch-black Nakanomachi Street, walking in eight-character steps, like "Oiran." Daozhong walked all the way to the gate of Yoshihara, and the blood of menstruation flowed all the way...

The Yoshihara Self-Defense Forces, who were so frightened that they were guarding the gate, thought they had seen a ghost and almost drew their swords and cut them off.

Among them, there were even some newly promoted Taifu in other buildings who didn't need to pick up guests that night.

After being awakened, they had no memory of it, only that they slept very sweetly.

The next day, Asagiri's body was hurriedly sent to Honmyoji Temple on Maruyama, Hongo, adjacent to Edo Castle.

According to the inspection conducted by Honmyo Temple, the source of the problem was the kimono worn by Asagiri.

So, the monks of Benmiao Temple opened the altar, wanting to dispel the grievances of the kimono, and then follow the order of a certain adult to bury the morning mist.

"Then...that, the host said, the grievances on that kimono are too high, at least one needs to recite the scriptures until three quarters of noon when the yang energy is at its peak, making up seven, seven and forty-nine days..."

Obviously just turned his back to himself, but this little novice was so frightened by the chilling aura on the other side that he shivered when he spoke.

"...If you set fire to it rashly, you may cause a catastrophe."

After exhausting all his strength, he squeezed all the words that the host explained to him from his throat.

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