I'm really not an old sword

There was a rustling sound in the room, followed by a voice saying "Come in".

Lin Qingsu opened the door. The woman on the bed had just lit a candle. She was still wearing a black coat that concealed her figure and a hood.

On the wall facing the gate, the word "death" was written in bright red.

My nose twitched slightly, and a bloody smell came to me. The words were not written with paint but blood, which was slowly flowing down.

"Who wrote this word?"

Seeing Lin Qingsu calmly shift her gaze away from the bloody word "death", the purple-eyed woman's eyes flashed slightly.

"I don't know." The purple-eyed woman shook her head. "I just came back from looking for the old host."

Lin Qingsu's expression changed: "Did you see him send a young man to bring me food?"

Hearing this, the purple-eyed woman looked a little strange: "No, on the contrary, he invited me to have dinner with you at his place, but I didn't find you when I entered your room just now."

"Someone just called me and said the old host asked him to bring me food."

As they were talking, they suddenly fell silent and looked at each other.

The woman with purple eyes frowned slightly, as if she was thinking about something, while Lin Qingsu had a toothache.

"I just wanted to ask the old host where the statue he found is."

"How did he answer?"

"The idol was lost after that night."

The purple-eyed woman looked at him after she finished speaking, and Lin Qingsu said, "I just walked around the temple and roughly figured out the layout of the perimeter."

"I felt something was wrong outside a room and was about to go in to take a look when that person, no, I should say a ghost, suddenly appeared and called me."

"Then he brought me back and told me to 'get on the road quickly after dinner.'"

Lin Qingsu paused and glanced at the word "death" on the wall.

One goes on the road and the other dies, which means the same thing.

"Then I wanted to kill him, but he disappeared in the blink of an eye, and then I came to find you."

Lin Qingsu asked, "By the way, what was the name of the monk who found the statue?"

"Yuta Yoneno." The purple-eyed woman replied.

Lin Qingsu's pupils shrank slightly, and then she pretended to be calm and said, "Where is he? Have you looked for him?"

The purple-eyed woman shook her head. "He was the only monk who died in Sensoji Temple."

"Want to go for a walk together again?"

"it is good."

Lin Qingsu took the purple-eyed woman to the room where they had just met Yuta Yoneno. After opening it, they found many monks resting.

After apologizing to the monks who were woken up, Lin Qingsu walked around the temple with the purple-eyed woman for a while, memorized the general map in her mind, and went back to her room to guard it with her.

After a night, nothing happened until the monk came and knocked on the door.

But Lin Qingsu couldn't leave.

Because it had been raining heavily outside all night and there was still no sign of it letting up.

......

Lin Qingsu declined the monk's invitation to breakfast and returned to her room alone.

Although I am very hungry, I can still go a day or two without eating. At present, the problem of sleepiness is a better and safer solution than eating.

He really couldn't trust anyone.

He made a small mechanism at the door to prevent anyone from "floating" in while he was sleeping. After Lin Qingsu tried again to confirm that the simulator had no reaction, he crawled into bed fully dressed, holding the unilateral token of love between him and Souji.

As the sound of rain fell, the fatigue accumulated from sleeping in the open air in recent days flooded into Lin Qingsu's mind due to the drowsiness after a sleepless night, and she fell asleep quickly.

......

'despair. ’

'Tatt.'

'Tatttatt.'

Lin Qingsu was awakened by a knock on the door.

It was very soft, like a secret message between a lover in the closet and someone outside, "Is your husband gone?", almost inaudible over the sound of the heavy rain.

"Who?" Lin Qingsu asked cautiously.

The door was gently opened, and a plump purple figure appeared at the door.

She has long purple hair that reaches her hips, her eyebrows are picturesque and her features are as soft as spring water. She is tall and plump. Her breasts are soft and exaggeratedly large, but they do not give people a sense of incongruity. Her waist is unnaturally slender, and her thighs are plump and tight.

"Minamoto no Raikou?" Lin Qingsu called out subconsciously and looked into her eyes.

The eyes were the same as those of the woman with purple eyes, but there was no sharpness or rationality in them. Instead, they were filled with a concern so strong that it almost melted water.

The most outrageous thing was that she was only wearing a purple gauze that came from nowhere and could not even cover her body.

"Are you okay?" She walked in and closed the door, her long and plump thighs pressed tightly together as she walked.

Lin Qingsu looked away, looking at the gentle woman so close to him, and wanted to draw his sword and kill her.

But when she reached out to touch it, Lin Qingsu suddenly discovered that the sword that had been in her arms had disappeared, and her arms were empty.

Minamoto no Raikou seemed not to notice his vigilance, knelt in front of him and stretched out his hand.

He placed his hand on Lin Qingsu's face, gently stroking her face with a soft and gentle smile, and then gently picked Lin Qingsu up.

"You haven't eaten for a long time, you must be hungry." Minamoto no Raikou said softly.

There was no answer. Lin Qingsu kept blinking but could not make a sound, as if her body was not her own.

The strange scene made Lin Qingsu feel extremely unreal.

Si Linjian is...

"I know you're hungry." Minamoto no Raikou reached out and touched his head, then held his face with both hands: "Come, eat mommy's..."

Seeing her face being held and gradually approaching, which was even softer than Altria's, Lin Qingsu was shocked and suspicious.

He suddenly had a strong intuition.

He forgot something.

Minamoto no Raikou held his face closer and closer, and he seemed to be able to smell the milky fragrance coming from it.

Lin Qingsu's mind was spinning frantically.

He had a hunch that if he really drank it, he might never be able to leave her again.

Forgot what? What on earth did I forget?

Just as she lifted the veil and was about to touch the soft skin, Lin Qingsu's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Simulator!"

‘Crack! ’

The scene before my eyes shattered like a mirror.

[You are in an unknown space and cannot use the simulated combat training space function.]

For the first time, Lin Qingsu felt that the simulator's classic death sound was so familiar.

He struggled to get up, fatigue and hunger surging through his body.

Lin Qingsu lowered his head. Si Linjian was held in his arms. The candle on the table had burned out, leaving only the black and red candle wax.

The palm of my right hand felt cold, and a yellow magatama appeared in it without me noticing.

The sound of rain stopped.

Only the moonlight barely shone on the corridor door.

The room was dark and quiet, and the chirping of cicadas in the woods was particularly crisp.

There was also a very low and weak breathing sound.

It was the voice of the purple-eyed woman, filled with suppressed pain, and sounded like she was seriously injured.

Lin Qingsu stood up, left the room, walked straight to the door of the purple-eyed woman, and opened it.

A cold light suddenly appeared in the darkness.

"it's me."

The sharp blade flashing with cold light stopped less than half a meter in front of him.

In the darkness, the figure of a woman with purple eyes appeared.

She was still wearing the same black outfit, with only her eyes showing. Her entire black clothing was soaked in blood, emitting a pungent smell of blood.

"What happened?" Lin Qingsu closed the door and asked.

The woman with purple eyes hesitated for a moment, as if she didn't know whether he was real or fake, and spoke for a long time.

"You are Minamoto no Raikou, right?" Lin Qingsu said, "If you don't believe me, I'll leave now."

A hint of surprise flashed in the purple-eyed woman's eyes. After hesitating for a moment, she seemed to have made up her mind. She nodded, grabbed Lin Qingsu's sleeve, and panted.

"Run away!"

Run away? Why?

Before Minamoto no Raikou could finish his words, the door that Lin Qingsu had just closed was suddenly opened.

"Where are you two going?"

Suddenly, the cheerful and kind voice of the old host came from behind.

At the same time, dozens of bell sounds suddenly rang out from all directions of the temple, as if they were ringing at the same time.

"It's late at night, the two donors should stay and have a good rest."

Chapter 3 Good Women and Bad Women

A cold light flashed, and the old host's body was cut in two.

Blood splattered and the upper body fell to the ground, but the old host still had a kind smile on his wrinkled face.

"It's difficult to kill it physically," said Minamoto no Raikou.

As the words fell, flesh buds suddenly emerged from the empty lower half of the old host's body, and flesh swellings also appeared on the lower half of his body. In a short while, it seemed that he was turning into two old hosts.

Lin Qingsu's scalp tingled as she watched, and she grabbed Minamoto no Raikou.

"Let's go!" After saying that, without waiting for her to react, he grabbed her in his arms and rushed towards the wall.

'boom! ’

Thanks for the shoddy construction!

"what happened?"

Minamoto no Raikou had never been hugged like this in his entire life.

She was held in the arms of a much smaller boy with one hand, and their bodies kept rubbing against each other as they ran.

Even though his soul was troubled, his body's instincts still made Minamoto no Raikou blush slightly. He came to his senses after hearing this and said seriously, "Actually, I was on duty abroad. I heard that there was a 'Ushi Gozen' here, so I secretly came back. That's why I'm hiding..."

"Long story short!"

Lin Qingsu no longer cared about whether she doubted it or not.

He was clearly running at full speed, but behind him he could hear the sound of footsteps that seemed to be closing in on him, and the dozens of mournful bells were ringing in increasing unison.

Moreover, Lin Qingsu felt that she probably couldn't get out.

"One Spirit, Four Souls, Do You Know?"

"do not know."

Minamoto no Raikou was startled. Seeing that Lin Qingsu didn't seem to be lying, he could only swallow back what he was about to say and explained to him: "..."

"The spirit represents the human spirit, and the soul is the component of the spirit."