The woman's scream made the man's heart sink violently, and he quickly pulled out the long knife in his hand, and suddenly turned around and slashed down.

"Bang!"

The blade slashed into the air, as if it had been slashed on a stone, and the palms of the shocked man were numb, and he looked up.

"Hiss......"

Although it was broad daylight, the man's face was still pale like cold frost, and every hair on his body couldn't help but stand up.

It wasn't a person in front of him, but a huge mouth, enveloping half of his body in it.

"Flutter ......"

The huge mouth suddenly merged, and the sharp teeth instantly tore the man in half, and the huge mouth slowly writhed, not a chewing sound of "Kaba, Gaba", which made the woman's whole body feel a chill.

However, at this moment, the woman suddenly felt a hand behind her, gently climbing up her spine, but where the fingers touched, the muscles on her body began to stiffen.

A low and hoarse voice in his ears, a red and white mouth, gently holding the woman's earlobe, attached to the woman's ear, and whispered: "Say, who let you come here to make trouble!" ”

"I ......"

The woman opened her mouth, not knowing what to say, and then she saw a hand hooking the woman's chin, turning her head, and in front of her was a white face, this white, not the skin white, but a sickly white, as if a thick layer of frost had been applied to the face.

The corners of her eyes are smeared with a layer of burgundy, which looks very weird, a bit like a Japanese geisha, wearing a black straight hat on her head, and she looks like she is neither yin nor yang.

"Don't say yes!"

Seeing that the woman didn't speak, the onmyoji in front of him slowly beckoned, and saw that the space next to the woman began to writhe, and tentacles like octopuses poked out of the distorted space.

Winding up little by little along the woman's hands and feet, the woman's clothes were torn apart with a "tearing ......", and countless tentacles poured out, engulfing the woman's figure in a blink of an eye.

"Hmm!"

In the distance, in the restaurant, Zhao Ke seemed to notice something, and couldn't help frowning slightly, just before Rem conveyed what happened to the woman to Zhao Ke.

Now the woman has been tortured and carried away by the security team who rushed in, but listening to Rem, it seems that this is just the beginning.

"Cut!"

Zhao Ke pursed his lips, thinking that these two people could make a bigger move, and it would be best to attract the other postmen, but he didn't expect it to be so soon, and it would become a death and a catch.

If I knew that this was the case, it would be better to inject Rem into the body of a bird, and I could also watch a live broadcast with the help of Rem's vision.

However, this also reminded Zhao Ke that it seemed that the shogun of the shogunate had invited the so-called Yin-Yang Shrine, and the Onmyoji had already appeared in Kyoto.

These postmen, if they want to rely on the hard means of burning, killing and plundering, I am afraid that it will not work.

After such a thing, of course Sasaki couldn't sit here, Zhao Ke asked him to get up and leave to deal with those troublesome aftermaths, while he stayed in the restaurant and shaved his hair.

To retain the new identity, first of all, this dense hair, Zhao Keke will not be blessed to enjoy, as for the smell on his body, Zhao Ke has already taken it away with his hand and transferred it to the body that died in place.

Shaved his hair completely, looking at the bare head in the mirror, Zhao Ke felt that it was okay, took out a hood made of a butcher's box, and put it on his head.

This hood is made according to Zuojing's pattern, a very thin layer, but there is flesh and blood on both sides of the cheeks, and when you bring it on, it is exactly the same as Zuojing's face.

This is the benefit of the butcher's box, in the details of the mask, it completely fits his own skin, and the flesh color is natural, and the complexion is ruddy, even Zhao Ke can't tell the truth or falsehood.

After making sure that there were no flaws, Zhao Ke held the so-called treasure box, that is, the urn left by the horror space every time, turned around and walked out of the room, and went straight to the gate of the shogunate.

The horror space, every time they are assigned an identity, it is completely the role of a passerby, and it will be more or less difficult to quickly cut into the plot from this role.

But Zhao Ke is different, that Kenki Jiro's ronin identity is not what Zhao Ke wants, using the convenience of the butcher's box.

You can choose it by yourself, which is more advantageous and more suitable for your identity, so that your advantage is far from that of other postmen.

As for the main quest, Zhao Ke decided to give up.

Even if he successfully got the letter of recommendation, Zhao Ke always felt that joining the shogunate seemed to be a pit, and it was better to use Zuojing's identity to fish in troubled waters.

As for Jiro Kenki...... The corner of Zhao Ke's mouth smiled coldly, this identity has become a thing of the past, whether it is the postman or this world, from now on Jianmu Jiro is just a dead man.

"Hey, Zuojing-kun, why did you come back alone?"

The guard in front of the shogunate saw Zhao Ke coming alone, and couldn't help but ask, as a samurai of the shogunate, there is a strict system.

Since he was going out with an official, he must not leave without permission, otherwise he would be deprived of his samurai qualifications at least and may be killed at worst.

"It was Lord Sasaki who instructed me to personally send the treasure back, this is a heavy treasure from the East, and my lord is worried that something will go wrong, so he sent me back first."

Zhao Ke lowered his voice, it sounded a little hoarse, and the guards didn't care, although they were very curious, what kind of treasure it was, but they didn't dare to open it without permission.

"Hehe, Zuojing-kun was reprimanded by Lord Sasaki some time ago, but I didn't expect to be accepted by Lord Sasaki so quickly, and to be able to escort such a precious treasure, the future is immeasurable."

When Zhao Ke heard this, he immediately bent down and bowed, "Senior is polite." ”

The guard nodded and signaled for the release, and after Zhao Ke thanked him again, he turned around and walked into the shogunate gate.

As soon as he stepped into the door, Zhao Ke felt cold all over his body, although he couldn't see it, he could feel it, and a pair of eyes around him were staring at him.

The shogunate was very large, but Zhao Ke had a general understanding of the terrain, appearance, and rules and personnel changes from Sasaki's mouth.

And the reason why he chose Sakai as his new identity is precisely because Sakai has a very convenient place, he is the latest to be selected as a shogunate samurai.

In terms of the shogunate's personal connections, as well as many of the shogunate's environment and personnel, he is still a relatively new person, and even if he makes a mistake in some places, he can use the excuse that the newcomer is not familiar with it.

"Buzz!"

Pushing open the door in front of him, he saw several elderly people in the room, making calculations in their hands, carefully checking the accounts.

This is the accounting office of Sasaki's supervisor, responsible for records and appropriations, and basically holds the financial power of the shogunate's outer treasury.

"Well, Zuojing, what are you doing here?"

Although it is said that it is now the world of the samurai, the rank of the official is still above the samurai, and unless there is a big war and the status of the samurai is promoted, the status of the official will always surpass the samurai on weekdays.

There were only a few exceptions, such as the Great Shogun, as well as other shoguns of the shogunate.

"Oh, this is a treasure that Sasaki-sama has found, let me bring it back first, and put it in the warehouse."

"Treasure!"

Hearing these two words, several people in the room couldn't help but stretch out their necks to look, everyone knew that as one of the shogunate stewards, Sasaki had a lot of windfall in his hands.

It's definitely a good thing to be called a treasure by him.

I saw Zhao Ke gently open the cloth that wrapped the box, and the black sandalwood box was boxy, both in terms of carving and form, which was surprising.

They stepped forward to carefully observe the urn and exclaimed: "Oh my God, such a perfect workmanship cannot be obtained by a master." ”

Several old men over half a hundred years old surrounded the box and marveled again and again, in fact, the craftsmanship of the Japanese country is not so bad, and on the lacquerware, there is a very deep craftsmanship.

If a married girl has a set of lacquerware in the dowry, it will be regarded as a very large dowry.

But the urn in front of me, the first is novelty, the second material is also very exquisite, and the third is the workmanship, even if it is done in modern machines, it may not be able to do so well, after all, it is produced by the post office, which is naturally extraordinary.

I don't know what these old men's expressions would be if they knew that this box was used to hold ashes.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ke couldn't help but smile coldly in his heart.

Under Zhao Ke's gaze, several old men put the box firmly into the room behind the iron door on the side, and Zhao Ke noticed that on both sides of the iron door, there were three samurai handles.

According to Sasaki, these samurai are all first-class masters of the shogunate, and it is simply a dream for outsiders to steal in.

And if you want to enter the treasure house, even Sasaki, who is the steward, needs to follow strict procedures to enter.

After entering, what to take and what to put is required to be checked by two or more samurai in person, so stealing is absolutely impossible.

Zhao Ke was naturally not qualified to enter the treasure house, but it was still okay to stand in the distance and watch, only to see the treasure house open, Zhao Ke first smelled a very strong smell of medicinal materials, which seemed to store not only gold and silver jewelry, but also various precious medicinal materials.

It's just that before Zhao Ke could see clearly what treasures were inside, he saw that as soon as the iron door was closed, he couldn't see anything.

But Zhao Ke doesn't care, he doesn't watch it now, and he has time to watch it at night.

After the handover was completed, Zhao Ke carefully bowed his head and exited the room, there was no errand, as a samurai, they would naturally have their own activity area.

Zhao Ke walked forward step by step, seemingly careless, but firmly recorded the surrounding terrain in his heart.

Just when Zhao Ke was about to find a place to rest well, he heard a low voice not far away: "Just now, someone came to the shogunate with a letter of recommendation from a daimyo, it seems that it is not small, do you want to go and see it." ”

Zhao Ke was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart: "So fast? Or a letter of recommendation from a daimyo! ”

Thinking of this, Zhao Ke's heart suddenly sank, and after thinking about it in his mind for a while, he suddenly slammed his head and said in his heart: "Damn, this place is really a pit!" ”