[Reaper Lanping] Dark River

In the dark night, compared with the eternally pale light source in the maggot's nest, Mu Sifengyuan felt more at ease.Although this boundless darkness was once what he hated the most, but now compared to the never-extinguishing pale lights in the maggot nest, this darkness made him feel at ease and gave him more confidence.

Sifengin Mu sat on a tree, and under the tree was the young man who liberated himself from that prison, Misakaaki.His eyes looked at Misaki below without a trace of emotion.As the sun slowly sank to the west, his translucent body, which had no support at all, gradually materialized, and at the same time was wrapped in layers of black mist.When the last rays of the setting sun dissipated in the sky, under a deep purple sky, a person wrapped in pitch-black spiritual pressure appeared in front of his eyes.

"Night has fallen."

Misaki said softly.

"I hate the night."

—But I like it very much.

Mu Sifengyuan looked at the black figure of the boy under the tree and the knife, and remained silent.

"If I hadn't been pointed out by someone, I wouldn't know the difference between myself and those gods of death." Mizuaki continued, "In the final analysis, excellence cannot be concealed; however, being too good has become a sin, which is really shocking." Disgusting logic."

When he was liberated, and those who had the ambition to avenge Jing Lingting, he also looked like this.

"I'm Tetsuya Torashiro, and some people must have heard of my name."

Speaking to them condescendingly, the guards surrounding the prison were long dead.

"I think you all must be extremely disgusted with Jinglingting—no, it's better to say you hate it."

"Those who are interested in revenge, please come with me. If you don't want to go out for revenge, then it's better to stay here and rot slowly."

The noise outside was close at hand, and some warriors stood up decisively; these people already had extraordinary force value, but they were unwilling to completely obey the arrangement of Jinglingting, so they were thrown into the underground where there was only pale light all year round.After a commotion, Mu Sifengyuan also stood up.

It's just that his hands and feet are bound by chains, and the length of the chains is limited, making it impossible for him to walk under Misaki.As if noticing his movements, Misaki landed in front of him, and the sharp knife swung straight down towards him as if pulled out of his body, cutting off the chain.

Being bound and wearing handcuffs and shackles all year round, his wrists and ankles are unusually slender.Misaki's gaze didn't rest on his slightly deformed body, but he said indifferently: "Kill those who don't follow me."

He readily agreed.

The other prisoners didn't expect that the "rotten" that Yu Zuoming said was literally. The voice was so low that everyone present could hear it clearly, and those who did not follow the boy started to commotion.

First, he opened the outside entrance and released the prisoners, Misaki who stayed at the end turned around and said to him, "Follow me."

After picking up the sharp stone and quickly cutting a person's throat, he couldn't help laughing.

"Afterwards I have to do my own thing."

"I'll let you go after that."

Although the whole body is covered by black mist, those eyes reveal a coldness and happiness that are not like ordinary people: "I just want you to return my favor."

Now this is considered humane, right?

After a day of observation, he found that Misaki was indeed not a god of death, and it was very difficult to kill him.His knife alone is enough to make most people helpless.But he didn't want to kill him either, so he didn't continue to think deeply.

"Then why on earth are you here?"

The person who had materialized and was completely enveloped in the black mist raised his head to look at him on the tree.

"He's here to get my things back." His tone didn't fluctuate at all.

It was buried here the day before Mao's graduation.Originally thought that he could bid farewell to the past from now on, but he didn't expect to be murdered the next day.It wasn't until he was handcuffed that he had to admit painfully that he had trusted those elders.

The surname of Sifengyuan and the origin of the branch family are his shackles.

He jumped down from the tree and dug up the soil bit by bit with his hands.After digging to a certain depth, he saw the wooden box buried by himself.

The Sifengyuan family is most proud of Bai Da and Shunpo - but he prefers the feeling of having a weapon in hand.

Take out the almost decayed box and roughly open the lid.On the already gray interlining was a wakizashi in a sheath.

Now it's time to start killing people again—the first thing to kill is the arrogant Kuchiki family member, and then the kid from Sifengin.As long as he thinks about it this way, he feels that he wants to take revenge on the entire Jinglingting nobles.

"I'm ready." He looked at Misaaki and said.

In fact, when it comes to committing crimes, Urahara is no worse than Aizen.If it weren't for the inconvenience of doing things sometimes, he wouldn't have invented a cloak that could hide the Reiatsu.

"Huh... the guards are really strict!"

After Aizen's attack, the defense of the underground meeting hall became extremely strict.It took him a lot of time just to shuttle through the shadow of Qingjing Tower Julin just now.There are guards all around, although every spiritual pressure is not as high as his, but even if he rushes out now, he can't hold so many people...

After hiding behind the corner and listening to the footsteps of at least five or six people passing by, Urahara rushed out quickly and arrived at the door of the corridor of the Great Spirit Book.

Here you can find what you want most directly and most conveniently—as long as you know how.

But if you open the door, the sound will be very loud - if you set up an enchantment, the fluctuation of the spiritual pressure will also be noticed.He huddled his body in the shadow as much as possible, his mind racing through various plans.

If it really doesn't work, you can only use the thing installed at the corner when you came here just now.

He pressed a remote control in his hand, and a cough came from the dead corner of the monitor where he had just hidden.Sure enough, the gods of death who had just walked past quickly turned back.

"who!"

The five gods of death slowly approached the narrow passage, and at the same time a puff of green smoke slowly rose up, and soon these gods of death fell on the ground accurately, just right into the passage.It looked like they were just chasing something and leaving, but they were all hooked.

Urahara didn’t have time to check how his new invention was doing, but the drug’s effect was to cause vagus nerve disorder. After passing out temporarily, he would feel particularly uncomfortable when he woke up... such as the heart or head. place.

It took half a second to say sorry in his heart again, Urahara opened the door a crack, and quickly slipped in.

This is not the first time he has come to the Great Spirit Book Corridor.He found the console with ease, first froze the screen of the internal monitor of the entire Great Lingshu corridor, and then quickly searched for what he wanted to find.He can't do things like Aizen's direct awareness of the terminal link with the corridor of the Great Spirit Book, but it is still possible to quickly find out what he wants to find out.

After inputting the three characters of Mizuaki, the most recent record in the corridor of the Great Soul Book is indeed only the team report; and after inputting Toruya Torashiro, the information that comes out is pitifully small.

Ah, how could this be?Urahara took a light breath, and continued to stare at the text that was passing by on the screen in a daze.Suddenly, Aizen's words when he recounted the battle to him at that time flashed through his mind.

"He said that as Fusangshen, his starting point is much higher than that of death and falsehood."

Aizen took a sip of tea nonchalantly and continued: "It can't be the low-level Fusangshen, it might be something like Sword Soul, but he himself denied it, and Kyoka Shuiyue also confirmed that although they are similar, the Mizuo Ming is not Sword Soul."

Urahara deleted Toruya Torashiro's name and replaced it with Fu Sangshen, who typed in the search results, and compared them with the search results of "Amazono Cloud".Among the hundreds of messages that passed by, his eyes stopped on a brief headline.

At the same time, his phone beeped again.Urahara hastily took out his cell phone, and was secretly glad that the cell phone didn't ring when he sneaked in just now.

It's Aizen's text message.If it had been earlier, Urahara would have suspected that Aizen had discovered the little trick he used outside, and quickly decided to take revenge on himself...

"FROM Aizen: I'll talk to you again after you come out of the corridor of the Great Spirit Book."

Urahara laughed dryly while sweating, and continued to flip through the mail.

Afterwards, his eyes were fixed on the two lines of text on the screen, and the helpless and smug smile disappeared from the corner of his mouth.

Jingle Chunshui sat behind the table with a jug of wine on the table.When Nanao Ise entered the captain's office, what she saw was that the tank had been opened and was slowly exuding fragrance, but there was nothing in his scarlet wine cup.

"Ah, Xiao Nanao!"

Hearing the sound of closing the door, Jing Le raised his head to look at the person coming, and a relaxed smile appeared on his slightly serious face just now: "It's so late, haven't you slept yet?"

"How can I sleep?" Ise Nanao sighed, raised her hand to support the mirror frame, "Aizan was found at the door of Room 46 just now, and now the entire Jinglingting Court is searching for him again."

Putting the words Aizan and Room 46 together a little bit, Jingle Shunsui has a rather bad premonition.

"Really? Haha, no wonder I heard a commotion outside just now."

After he finished speaking, he pressed his hand on Nanao reassuringly, and said, "So, have you found any information about Toruya Toragi?"

"I just came to talk to you about it."

Putting the information in her hand on Jingle's desk, Nanao sighed: "I found his name on the personnel registration of the maggot nest in the second division."

After the Kanli team was attacked by Yu Zuoming and Sifeng Yuanmu in turn, almost all the team members were wiped out, and most of the prisoners were killed or injured.On the list that Nanao found, the only one with relatively clear information was the list of members of the threshold management team; and for those "unqualified among those who passed", they just registered a name and got it done.Perhaps from the perspective of Room 46, the existence of these "unqualified persons" is a stain on Jinglingting, so after the withdrawal registration, there is no extra record.

"Not even the death records of some people were updated in time." Having said that, Nanao sighed.Jingle neither nodded nor shook his head; as a senior nobleman, he knew what kind of place Room 46 was and what kind of thoughts he would have.This kind of thinking has also caused some difficulties for their current pursuit work.Prisoners who have lived together for many years know each other's stories and other materials so well that no one can check if they report their names indiscriminately.

And with regard to the information about Tetsuya Toragi they were pursuing, they only had a name.

"As for Toruya Tora, there are indeed more files than these people."

Nanao's fingers moved to the words "Special Requirements" marked on the document.

"Inquired about the older prisoners' impression of being specially treated... As far as I know, Captain Nie was once one of the specially treated death gods."

That is to say, he was judged to be the highest level of danger when he was found out to have the possibility of "threatening Jinglingting"; and if this is really the case, why didn't he...

"About Hucheng, the old captain should have some memories... At that time, the old man banned us from talking about this matter. There are probably very few people who really know about Hucheng."

Facing the surprised Nanao, Jingle took off her bamboo hat, put it on the side of the table, looked at the words on the official document under the light, and spoke slowly.

"For those who know what Jinglingting looked like more than 100 years ago, I am afraid that there are only me and Ukitake in the thirteenth guarding team...At that time, even Captain Hirako had not become the captain."

"A very good shinigami who graduated from Mao, when receiving an award after a frivolous trial——"

It was pointed out by Hikifune Kiryu that "this guy is not Shinigami, nor is it Xu, but something else"——

Hucheng Toru was also taken away the second day after accepting the position of chief executive, and then it was reported that he had withdrawn from the team due to discord with others.

"Captain Hikifune reported this matter directly to the chief captain, and for some reason, this matter reached the ears of Room 46. Immediately, the Reaper withdrew from the team."

Jing Le looked at her empty wine cup, and after thinking about it, she still poured herself a glass of wine.I don't know if it's because he remembered what happened to the enemy he was about to deal with, or because he remembered the old people who discussed this matter together, his long and deep sigh dissipated in the air like this.

"At that time... Captain Zhu Sibo had died in the line of duty for a while, and Captain Hirako was still the vice-captain at that time; Captain Hikikoku hadn't been promoted either, so everything was peaceful..."

Now Fuzhu's health is getting worse and worse, and all team affairs are gradually taken over by the vice-captain.Although she has enough strength, Kuchiki Rukia is still a long way from becoming the captain.

Ukitake, who was lying on the bed, said so while showing him a weak smile.

"I'll be counting on you from now on..."

Thinking of this, Jingle shook his head, took the other documents that Nanao handed him, and smiled with a lowered head: "If there is no problem, Xiao Nanao should also rest early—if something urgent happens during the pursuit of Aizen I'll call someone to let you know the situation."

Now Hirako Mako feels from the bottom of her heart that since he met Aizen, his life trajectory has been distorted into a strange shape-in ​​short, it is no longer a smooth and straight line.

From the moment the backwind rustled in the ranks of the chief executives.

This is his misfortune. If there is anything in his life that makes him regretful, it is meeting Aizen and not being able to kill Aizen before he makes a move. He really thinks so of.

Even if he is misunderstood by everyone and blamed, he should be killed before he commits those things.

But even so, he still has to admit that the time with him was very happy.

He was kneeling and sitting in an unfamiliar Japanese room, facing Ni Fu who was also kneeling.A golden bathrobe, gray half-length hair, under the long and messy gray bangs, faintly revealing his purple crystal-like inorganic eyes.I can no longer feel the passage of time, nor can I feel the temperature of my body.

Neither the reshaping of the spirit son nor the stitching of the spirit son is useless to the knife wound cut by Yun Amano. Hirako clearly understood this when he heard Yushiro talk about the injury of the broken bee before departure.Even so, it is really not a wise move to rush forward to block the other party's own move foolishly.

"Do you know?" Ni Fu said quietly, "You are going to die."

"know."

The body couldn't move, and here...he had never seen it before.Is this your own inner world?Unlike the previous world where the turbid current was rushing above the head and the endless dark clouds were under the feet, this place is very quiet and the Japanese room is spacious, but the light is not very good.He turned his head and looked, outside was the vast white snow, and the orange and purple night sky intertwined.

This is not my inner world.

It's better to say that this is my own illusion.

He clearly knew that he was seriously injured, and also knew that the wound cut by Tian Congyun could not heal.In the end, he would die from excessive blood loss.

And Aizen is probably still angry because of his neglect of him.He could guess that after such an incident, the boundary will definitely be closed, and the black cavity may also be blocked... It is probably a kind of luck not to see him before he dies.

"That guy must be thinking something like 'It's unforgivable that Hirako Mako didn't die by my sword'?"

Pingzi exhaled as if sighing, lowered his eyes and smiled softly: "It was only after dating that I realized that this guy's bad nature has not changed at all."

I originally thought that we could be together because each of us would change something for each other, but that's not the case.

"But it's also because of this that I feel..."

Only then will he feel that he is not lying, and that they are really deeply in love with each other—maybe even more.

"madness."

The young man on the opposite side let out a sneer: "I'm about to die, let's think about something meaningful!"

"That's true, but if you think about it, it will only increase your troubles..." Pingzi said slowly, looking outside the Japanese room.

Just waiting for death like this, as if someone will come in the next second.

But thinking of Aizen made me even more troubled.The so-called meaningful things are mostly nothing more than whether Tao will cry, whether Hiyori will point at him and yell at him when he finds out, whether Orihime will show a sad expression when he finds out, Kisuke...

But no matter who he thinks of, he will involuntarily think of Aizen in the end.If he dies, this guy will be lawless - even if he is closely monitoring him, he will cause trouble, Aizen's credit in his heart has long since dropped to a negative value, even if he has already dated, it is only infinitely close to zero That's all.

Wait, what Ni Fu meant was actually to make himself think about something meaningless, right?I haven't communicated for a long time, and I almost forgot this guy's habit of running trains with his mouth full.

"Think about it one last time," he said dryly.

The snow outside is also fading away.Pingzi let out a breath, looked at the other side with his head lowered, and also showed no expression.Blinking slowly, he wasn't sure if he saw Ni Fu smiling.That mocking and sad smile really fit his current mood very well.

"Speaking of which, I haven't had any good things since I met him." He repeated, "Even getting happiness."

To be honest, he has just recovered the happiness that has been delayed for more than 100 years, and he is about to die because of the official battle. Feeling unwilling.Most people are such contradictory, complicated and selfish creatures. When they are alive, because of various inexplicable senses of responsibility, they carry what they think they expect to move forward. In the end, when they are on the verge of death, they still think about their own affairs and feel a little regret There are many, and it is very difficult to deceive yourself.

The man rarely showed a disappointed expression, and looked blankly at the dark, empty Japanese room outside.Zanpakudao also sat on the spot, looking at his master who was about to die. For a moment, no one made a sound in this dying illusion.Maybe when facing death, no matter how many words you have in your heart, you will feel that it makes no difference whether you say it or not.

The last time I felt this kind of despair was on that moonlit night 100 years ago, when I faced my more venomous, ruthless, and merciless self after blurring.Maybe it was because this silence was too embarrassing, Hirako turned his head impatiently, his usual half-open eyes showed a dissatisfied light facing his own Zanpakutō.

"I'm going to die, won't you say goodbye to me?"

"If you die, I will disappear too." Ni Fu snorted softly, "Well, it's fine if you die."

Although Hirako is familiar with his Zanpakutō character, he still wants to deceive himself from the bottom of his heart. This sentence is the usual lie of Nifu—it's a pity that the tone is too real, which makes Hirako chuckle again.

"makes sense."

The darkness outside gradually eroded into the corridor, Hirako simply closed his eyes.

"I'll sleep for a while, Nifu."

"You know you can't sleep here just by closing your eyes."

"I want you to talk more!"

Close your eyes and face death; he has already obtained the truth he wants, so even if he can't reopen his eyes after closing his eyes like this, he can still get the eternal rest he wants.

Only longing cannot be suppressed, that's all.

Hirako Mako closed her eyes, sat upright in the Japanese room, facing her own sword.

Soon, it will all be over...

"Are you satisfied?"

"what?!"

Hearing Ni Fu's question, Pingzi closed his eyes naturally, and his eyelids trembled violently.

"Are you satisfied? To die like this?"

It doesn't matter if it's a question, or if Ni Fu asks him a question - after all, this is the first time that Ni Fu asks him a question!Unexpectedly, it was when he was about to die.

As for the answer to the question, Hirako just kept silent after the initial trembling.

——Until then, I felt a warm current.