45. Gouzi sends a message back from Yingyan Mountain
It was two o'clock in the morning when we returned to Asakusa Shrine.
Among the ruins, cherry blossoms withered.
Silently, the petals flew and fell down.
Turning on the lights in the worship hall, under the pale light, all the objects were mottled in paint, and the dim corridor leading to the backyard gave off a faint smell of moldy books.
There must be a sense of ritual when drawing cards... Fujiwara Izaya burned a stick of incense for his statue, clapped his hands, paid homage carefully, then walked into the bathroom, washed his face and took a bath.
After taking a shower, I carefully cut off my nails and removed earwax, and finally looked at my face carefully in the mirror.
There is no big change from a year ago. His overall temperament is still that of a gentle and well-behaved high school student. When he lifts up his bangs, he looks imposing, like a bad young master from a big family.
I've done everything I can do, and I'm starting to feel hungry.
Fujiwara Izaya came out of the bathroom and went into the kitchen, ready to make something to eat.
There are plenty of ingredients in the refrigerator, including meat, milk, fruits, vegetables, ham, cheese, etc. It is natural to make a hearty meal, but making a sandwich, cutting vegetables and making a salad, and frying two home-cooked dishes are still difficult.
It's enough.
Under normal circumstances, Fujiwara Izaya would cook and eat at home. Occasionally, if he wanted to improve his life, he would order takeout or eat at a restaurant.
He is half a hedonist.
Even if it is necessary to save money to build a shrine, I will not be reluctant to treat myself to a big meal.
After busying in the kitchen for a while, I cut some ham and fried it, fried two eggs, toasted two slices of bread, and finally took two cans of beer from the refrigerator, went to the eaves of the worship hall, and sat on the floor.
There is a cool breeze in the courtyard.
The petals of the cherry blossoms were flying quietly, falling from above to the eaves of the corridor.
There was no light on the eaves, and Fujiwara Izaya just lit an oil lamp.
The flame, the size of a little finger, swayed slightly as if breathing.
Except for this small light, everything was surrounded by darkness. The bustle of Tokyo seemed to be absorbed by the thick cotton-like clouds covering the city, and everything was completely silent.
Fujiwara Izaya sipped his beer and stared at the oil lamp for a long time, watching the trace of the flame jumping.
If you live a single life for a long time, you will inevitably develop a variety of habits, which may be weird or normal.
For example, staring at something for a long time, ironing clothes over and over again, eating in noisy restaurants, listening to outdated music and reading outdated books, unknowingly becoming a laggard step by step...
This kind of life is indeed like what Asuka said, like a lonely old man.
But it's actually quite pleasant, just like a squirrel resting on a pine cone in a tree hole waiting for the coming of spring, at least that's what Izawa Fujiwara thinks.
Besides...
He also has baby Snow Girl accompanying him.
"Xue Ji, come out and drink!"
The icy wind blew, and the snow girl came out of the white snow.
After resting in the system space for a while, the demon power in her body recovered a lot, and her body was covered with ice again.
His eyes as clear as ice crystal stared at the master quietly without moving.
The night wind blew, and the owner's bangs swayed happily along with the leaves of the cherry tree in the courtyard. The petals fell one after another, and one of the more naughty petals gently touched the owner's cheek.
The owner didn't seem to notice.
He kept the same posture, leaning against the pillar, casually bending his left knee across the floor.
The snow girl looked at it for a while.
She stretched out her hand curiously, picked up the petals, put them to her nose and smelled them, smelling a faint fragrance.
?I'm 14 years old
?I'm pretty
(I am 14 years old and a bit cute.)
The sudden ringtone of the mobile phone startled the snow girl.
She hid behind Fujiwara Izaya, holding his shoulders with both hands, and her little ears twitched, as if warning of possible danger.
"Be good, it's okay." Fujiwara Izaya rubbed her hair out of habit.
The snow girl buried her face into his back.
The moonlight passed through the eaves and slanted down, pouring on her long silver hair.
"" Fujiwara Izaya took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket.
An unfamiliar number was displayed on the screen. I crossed the answer icon and heard a woman's voice from the receiver.
"Ten minutes, please give me ten minutes," she said.
This is an unfamiliar voice.
Fujiwara Izaya was very confident in his ability to remember timbres and could be sure that this was a stranger's voice.
"Excuse me, who are you calling?" he asked politely.
"I'm calling you! It only takes 10 minutes, just 10 minutes," the woman said in a low voice.
The voice was soft and erratic, as if the husband carrying the same bed behind his back was communicating with his lover in the middle of the night.
"Please tell me." Fujiwara Izaya said.
"I found some information here, the one the young master gave me..."
"What——"
Fujiwara Izaya raised his voice in vain, with an expression of disbelief on his face.
"Gouzi, what's wrong with you?"
"Dogzi?"
"Why did you become a woman, Gouzi?"
The receiver lost contact, as if sinking to the bottom of the sea, and the silence reached the extreme.
After about a minute or so, Dark Crow's voice, which sounded like a resentful young woman's voice, came through softly.
"Young Master, I am a tengu, not a dog..."
"Oh, that's not the point." Fujiwara Izaya responded calmly, "What's the matter with your voice?"
"After arriving at the boundary of Hidehiko Mountain, I disguised myself and infiltrated the local Tengu tribe, and found out that all the processing of inkstones was done by the Hidehiko Mountain Ryoma Tengu. During the day today, I took the beads with the excuse of quality issues.
They came to the house to cause trouble. Then... I knocked out Ryoma Tengu's wife, pretended to be his wife, and tricked him in bed."
To a certain extent, it can be regarded as connecting with the husband and lover in the middle of the night... Fujiwara Izaya said with emotion: "Gouzi, thank you for your hard work."
"It's not hard at all to do things for the young master!"
On the other side of the phone, Dark Crow's breathing became slightly faster.
It is a great honor for him to be able to help the young master with his affairs.
"There are two pieces of information I have obtained so far. One: The evil-purifying bead of the young master is a bead of sequence ten, customized by a mysterious customer. There are ten pieces in total. Two: The bead of sequence nine is in the hands of Luo Bride.
superior."
"Since it's a mystery client, how do you determine the second point?"
"Ryoma Tengu said it himself. In the second year of delivery, there was something wrong with the beads of sequence nine and they needed to be reworked. The spider lady who delivered the beads accidentally revealed the name of the bride, and also revealed her current identity.
Located in Tokyo."
"Well done!" Fujiwara Izaya praised his subordinate, "When you come back to Tokyo, I will give you a few days off."
"Thank you, young master!"
After a slight pause, Fujiwara Izaya was about to hang up the phone when Dark Crow's voice came over.
"But I won't go back to Tokyo so soon. I would like to ask you, Master, to let me stay here for a while."
"What are you still doing over there?" Fujiwara Izaya asked strangely.
"I plan to understand the operation of the entire Yingyan Mountain from the inside, as well as the number of upper-level third-level demons, the number of soldiers that can be mobilized, etc."
"..."
"I have always felt that the reason why the young master has delayed issuing an edict to the other seven Tengu clans and unifying the Tengu clan is because the young master does not understand them and is afraid that they will resist. Now the dark crow becomes the young master's eyes.
, let it see Yingyan Mountain clearly first."
"Uh, dog..."
"Young Master, please speak!"
"Is there a possibility? I mean it's possible..." Fujiwara Izaya hesitated for a moment and said to him in a vague tone, "Your young master doesn't want to rule the Tengu clan, maybe because he is a bit salty?"
There was silence on the phone for more than a minute again.
"Young Master, Gouzi... No, Dark Crow is a little injured," Dark Crow said in a dry voice that had lost his soul, "The time is coming, I have to go back and continue to play other people's wives, otherwise the secret will be exposed...
…”
"Oh, then please pay attention to safety." Fujiwara Izaya ordered, "If there is danger, retreat immediately, especially when the good horse Tengu wants to have sex with you, remember to stay away, I will not let you betray your virginity.
"
"Thank you for your concern, young master!"
On the other end of the receiver, the voice of the dark crow came back to life, giving people a feeling of being alive again.
Fujiwara Izaya hung up the call and fell into deep thought.
The legendary male killer, the ruthless juicer, the enchanting bride...
She was a well-known beauty during her lifetime, but because she was betrayed by the one she loved, she turned into a wraith spider after her death.
The hatred for the person she loved gnawed away at her body and heart. Driven by her belief in revenge, she began to seduce the man and take his head to eat.
Of course.
The above settings are for the first online bride.
Apart from the genes of beauty and juicing properties, the current bride has nothing to do with the legend.
And it must be explained that the bride is not a name exclusive to a certain spider demon. This title represents the empress of the spider demon clan. Only the most powerful spider lady can be given this title.
The Empress in Spider Girl... Fujiwara Izaya held the beer can, thinking that he had really had a run-in with a spider recently, and maybe he had been secretly targeted by the Empress.
Regarding this speculation, he was not panicked, but instead was a little excited.
As long as the empress is subdued, it is almost equivalent to subduing the entire spider demon clan. A huge force can be used for one's own purposes.
And the most important point.
Every generation of brides is the most beautiful spider lady. If we could catch the empress and put all her eight long, furry legs in white stockings... I would be even more excited just thinking about it.