Lingsu stepped into this spatial coordinate point.
The vortex of space-time flow hovered around her,
It passed through her body just as it was about to touch her.
It was as if she started to cross space,
She had become a phantom in the universe.
No substantial harm could cause her any harm.
Without the power of the Government of the Time, as long as it was a void space that did not exist in the real world,
She could cross space points with her mind.
Her ability was nothingness.
Everything could be said to be real, and everything could be said to be fake.
It all depended on how one looked at it.
After confirming that the coordinates were correct, the Divine Inquisitor put down the hand on Hasselblad's shoulder,
And took advantage of the opportunity to pour spiritual power into his body,
To repair the wound that she had deliberately left on his body.
The show was over,
There was naturally no need to keep such an injury.
Hasselblad's shoulders only tensed slightly,
Then he quickly relaxed.
If it weren't for the visible flush on his face,
No one would be able to see what kind of changes had taken place inside him.
Regardless of whether he was seriously injured or injured, his expression did not change.
He did not know if it was the general nature of the Funerary Deities of swords and knives, or if it was only his knife that was like this.
Lingsu looked at him from the corner of her eyes and twirled her slender nails under her sleeves.
It was really — heart-stirring forbearance.
She thought so,
She seemed to be a little happy. The corners of her red lips curled up, and there was a hint of a smile between her eyebrows.
However, this smile disappeared when she raised her head and saw the scene in front of her clearly,
She suddenly paused,
His expression quickly turned into shock, and his pupils dilated for a moment.
"Hmm?"
The voice that came out of her throat was a little surprised.
Her gaze slowly turned to the Compressional Hasselblad. Her gaze moved between This Pill and this knife,
With some subtle hesitation, "This Pill of yours..,
Is this what it looks like? "
She raised her hand,
And pointed at the scene in front of her.
In the flat space passage, there was a wide This Pill sitting in front of her. The nearest part was a greenish-white polished stone staircase. On the stone staircase, a wooden door painted with red paint was wide open, showing the desolate scene of Honmaru without restraint.
Inside the door, there was no sound, no sound, no sound, no sound.
Compressional Hasselblad took a glance at it and held his breath.
He instinctively took a step forward, wanting to enter Honmaru.
Lingsu, who was standing behind him, saw that his emotions were suddenly in turmoil, and the aura that was about to fall in his body surged once more.
His expression changed slightly and he said, "Compressional Hasselblad."
This sound was like a Body Freezing Curse.
Hasselblad's body stiffened when he heard the Divine Inquisitor spitting out his name. His body responded to the Divine Inquisitor's words faster than his consciousness, and he froze on the spot.
"Ma …" He stood in front of the Divine Inquisitor and could not see the girl's expression.
He could only stare at the door in front of him.
He was only one step away from This Pill's door, but in that instant, it felt like they were separated by thousands of miles of obstacles.
Hasselblad suddenly trembled.
It was a very unfamiliar emotion. It was as if something that he had suppressed for a long time had swept over him and swallowed him in an instant.
Then, the shackles in his heart that he had been locking away cracked open.
— A kind of self-awakening.
"Have you calmed down?" Lingsu asked faintly behind him.
"… Yes."
"Then, tell me now.
What's going on here? "Lingsu played with the umbrella in her hand and walked unhurriedly to the door.
"Every time the Divine Inquisitors gathered, the door to This Pill's door was always open."
Compressional Hasselblad seemed to be unwilling to recall that scene. He took a deep breath and calmed himself down. His purple pupils were like an abyss. "Just as Mr. Zong Yi from Flowerhill Academy said.
The knives in This Pill … as long as they survive to the end, most of them are shared. "
As for what was shared …
Lingsu felt that there was no need to ask this question anymore.
With Hasselblad's reminder, she remembered the strange expression he had when he looked at the bloody room in This Pill.
She raised her eyebrows and asked, "That room?"
"Yes." Hasselblad nodded. "It's that room."
"The previous Divine Inquisitor was a ninja. She attached great importance to resisting interrogation.
Every blade left behind in this Honmaru had a meaning.
For this reason, the previous owner hoped that we would not have any weaknesses. "
"Even after her death … it has to be the same," Lingsu added softly.
Hasselblad frowned slightly and did not answer.
Divine Inquisitor 3304 might have died strangely, but there was no doubt that she was a ruthless person to herself and her knife.
The Divine Inquisitor did not comment on her actions. That woman was someone who would do anything to achieve her goal.
In her view, as long as she could achieve her goal, she could ignore any losses.
Lingsu agreed with her decision to go all out, but only in her heart. She was more and more curious about her goal.
She wanted to know what that woman wanted.
And this question, the blade in this Honmaru, would ultimately give her a perfect answer.
Recalling the newly stained blood in the room that had not yet dried, Lingsu lifted her dress, the soft silk fabric rustling. Then she stepped onto the stone stairs and asked, "Which knife?"
"Akashi Kuniyuki."
As soon as she finished speaking, Lingsu stepped over the threshold.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew past her ear, and a murderous aura approached her vital point. The ear-piercing sound of a sword being unsheathed rang in her ear. She tilted her head slightly in the direction of the sound, and a Tachi with cold light and bloody intent slashed in front of her. Since the attack missed, the person holding the Tachi took advantage of the momentum to cross the surface of the Tachi and put the blade across her neck.
Both of them paused at the same time.
Her hair, startled by the blade, flew up. When it touched the blade, it was severed from the roots and fell to the ground.
Lingsu's phoenix eyes looked up. There were stars in her eyes. Her pupils were empty and distant. She looked at the snow-white man holding the knife on her left.
"Yo ~" She saw the man greet her with a smile. He pressed the knife against the fragile skin on her neck, causing dark red blood to seep out. "Are you scared?"
"Tsurumaru Kuninaga!"
"It's me, it's me," the snow-white crane did not react to Hasselblad's cold voice behind him. Instead, he smiled.
He held the Tachi in his hand against Lingsu's neck. He had already retracted his murderous aura, but he could still feel the pressure condensing around him.
Lingsu glanced at the tip of the knife and suddenly laughed.
— — These knives … they really like to put their knives against people's necks.
As she thought of this, the spiritual pressure around her increased explosively in an instant.
The violent spiritual power suddenly swarmed down from the sky and pressed down on Tsurumaru Kuninaga.
In just a breath's time, Tsurumaru Kuninaga knelt down together with his knife. He faced the Divine Inquisitor and slammed his knees on the ground.
The moment he knelt, Tsurumaru Kuninaga seemed to see a long scene.
Then, it was as if his five senses were stretched.
He felt that he was slowly falling into a chaotic space. His surroundings were pitch black, and everything was silent. It was as cold as a cellar.
Only the smell of earth surrounded his nostrils.
In a trance, he "saw" his human form being buried in the mausoleum.
The door of the mausoleum was sealed forever. His body was bound, and he could not move his hands and feet. He could only watch as the luxurious corpse in the coffin slowly rotted and turned into a pile of bones.
"No … no …"
The last ray of light in the sky fell. His vision was also taken away. The dark and damp underground was filled with dark crawling insects, and the substance that accelerated the rotting process silently spread.
He was left underground forever and ever.
He had his own thoughts and a body that could walk, but he could not go anywhere.
He was trapped in the past.
"Clang —"
In a trance, he felt a slight pain in his wrist, as if something was making a sharp noise. Then, he felt an intense pain in his chest.
Lingsu suddenly slashed at his tendons and snatched the knife. She turned the handle of the knife and slashed at the man kneeling on the ground.
The pain from the vertical slash on his chest instantly pulled him out of the illusion he had fallen into.
Large drops of cold sweat dripped down his forehead. It took him a while to confirm that he was really inside This Pill, and not in the mausoleum where there were no living people and no sound.
His fingers trembled imperceptibly.
"Just now … it was fake …"
Tsurumaru Kuninaga's smiling face turned completely silent. He frowned slightly and looked up at the Divine Inquisitor in front of him.
After a while, he covered his chest and chuckled. "Ah … I was really … scared."
"You were thrown into the past, but you can still recover so quickly. As expected of the knife that your former master taught you." Lingsu tilted her head and smiled.
Then, she bent down in front of him and put the knife back into the scabbard. "This is a warning, Tsurumaru Kuninaga.
If you ever point a knife at me again, or hurt me — — "
Her slender fingers gently rested on top of his head and rubbed his soft white hair.
It was such a gentle action, but Tsurumaru Kuninaga felt as if his whole body had fallen into an ice cellar.
"… Trust me. Don't ever think of escaping from the illusion you just fell into."
The hand that was pressing on his hair tightened. The place where it touched his scalp felt a prickling pain.
"Do you understand?" He heard the girl's voice that was as faint as the wind.