The music of the shamisen wafts through the night, and the most precious light of the life of those girls who lean on the door and laugh has been dissipated in Maruyama, a seemingly prosperous flower street that eats people and does not spit out bones. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The former youth and longing, from the moment they were sold to the flower street by the traffickers who were nicknamed "making bamboo cages", were destined to be stripped clean, leaving only a hypocritical smirk like a mask of fat powder.

But for some reason, the sad and empty shamisen echoed at this moment, and those smiles couldn't help but freeze.

Even the head of Kazuki, Oiran was a little melancholy at the moment, and he turned his head slightly sideways, avoiding the ridicule of the guests, but turned his gaze to the sky, looking at the hometown where he was born.

Even when I was in my hometown, I could only eat rice made of beans, and even white rice became something that I was willing to use for hospitality, and my material enjoyment was completely incomparable to the life of Huayue. But now she misses the home behind the bamboo forest in the mountains, the sound of a blunt knife chopping on the bamboo, and even the most familiar song in her childhood:

"The birds in the cage want to run away all the time, and in the dark night before dawn, the turtle and the crane slip and fall......"

Not just her, but many of the women on Maruyama began to hum the song slightly.

It's just that at this moment, the immortal warlock nodded to Zhu Yue, and Zhu Yue, who was playing "The Tale of the Heike Family", suddenly flattened his tone, and the nursery rhyme sounded on the flower street like this:

"The birds in the cage want to run away all the time, and in the dark night before dawn, the turtle and the crane slip and fall......"

In the uninhabited courtyard on the other side, there was a faint sound of water like a koi leaping out and falling back into the water, and then everything was dead and silent again.

It's just that the voice Wei Ye can confirm that it comes from under the strata of Maruyama!

The fairy warlock snorted slightly: "This nursery rhyme called "Cage Eyes" is also a spell song used to exorcise demons. Although it is not something on the stage, if the girls on this flower street are gathered to concentrate on singing, the effect will be equivalent to that of several successful bald heads to display the magic power of Buddhist Zen singing. ”

"Uncle, when it comes to supernatural powers, aren't you more convenient than any monk, and you still sneak out like this?"

"Don't forget that we're sneaking in, sneaking in, how can we show our whereabouts in a big way? Aren't you afraid that a fat aunt with long hands and a round belly will really appear in mid-air, and turn into a mountain of palms and a thousand feet of Buddha light, and take your uncle and me to the town?

As he spoke, the immortal warlock slowly spread his divine thoughts, through the ground, straight into the flower street, but he sensed a sewer pipe, he chased the little movement, and sensed the various properties in the sewage of the sewer.

It's okay not to do this, as soon as you make a move, within a few minutes, you can be regarded as a well-known immortal warlock among the many time and space adventurers like salmon in the Ussuri River, and your face turned blood red, turned miserable white, and finally turned into a deep black green like black iron!

I won't talk about the filth of chicken feathers and duck blood, and I won't mention the half-rotten dead cats, dead dogs, and dead rats, and the most unfortunate thing is that there is a newborn twin in the water, and I don't know which geisha beat the illicit child...... All kinds of impurity and disgust are really unbearable.

It's strange that those esoteric monks who practice impure views and look at beauties like skeletons love to run to the edge of the Ganges, and if you change who has seen too many of these things, it is strange that you don't feel that life is fun!

As for those spiritual Tianzhu people who love Ah Sange, they didn't say anything, they came to dry this bowl of Ganges water, and they will still be Indians in the next life! There is no floating corpse water in the Ganges, and the water in the sewers of Nagasaki, Japan, is also unsatisfactory, according to the theories of those spiritual foreign friends, at least it is much stronger than the domestic purified water.

Wei Ye has no discrimination against Indian culture, but at least he is a normal person in terms of likes and dislikes, and he didn't spit it out on the spot, which is already considered his cultivation and Taoism. Silently retracting his thoughts, Wei Ye glanced at Sima Ling, who was full of concern and a little bit of a good look, and coughed lightly-

According to Drow, the cultivators in his hometown who are good at sensing divine thoughts are the most taboo to use divine thoughts to probe the places of corpses. I have never played so excessively in the past, and I don't know how there can be such a taboo, but now that I think about it, except for those bald donkeys who don't cultivate the pure view and the white bone view in Buddhism, and watch the corpse decompose all day long, how can any normal person stand this? It is no wonder that the former sages left the rules that those who have not yet achieved cultivation should not approach the corpses when they are idle, lest they see too much of such impure conditions, and henceforth they will be disgusted with the human body and cut off the path. ”

Talking about unrelated trivial things, Wei Ye glanced at the geisha who accompanied the wine beside him, the meticulous makeup of several girls had been covered with tears, and he didn't know where their hometowns and relatives were.

Shaking his head slightly, the fairy warlock pulled out a continuous shark fin from the soup bowl and picked up a bamboo chopstick, and the two intertwined, turning into a very unseemly small bow.

The small bow was pulled apart slightly, and a vermilion sigil was placed on the string made of shark fin, aiming like an arrow in the direction from which the strange movement came.

Immediately, the bow broke, the string broke, and the arrow came out!

The flaming sigil ripples faintly in the air, and it penetrates into the garden, into the drainage pipe, and into the sewer!

The talisman arrows formed by Dong Yang's cremation broke into the dirty and damp land, and the originally damp and cold air of the sewer was disturbed by the fire of this door, and the water vapor was completely dry. People who are looking for fun in Maruyama, whether they are walking on the street or sitting on tatami mats, feel the sudden heat wave under them at the same time!

In the Flower Moon Pavilion, those carefully pruned flowers and trees retreated sharply, and the withering was a little inexplicable and a little suspicious.

A dry, hot, pure breath instantly spread through Maruyama's sewers.

In the filthy and foul-smelling rotten water, there floated a dead dog with its rib guts exposed.

The body, which had long since lost its vitality, twitched violently as dryness came.

An octopus-like tentacle burst out of the dead dog's eye socket, and the sucker with countless sharp little broken teeth rolled towards the strange runic arrow. Unfortunately, halfway through, its body suddenly curled up, burning a cloud of green smoke!

In this rotten water, I don't know how many monsters with a gel-like sticky body screamed and surfaced almost human-like faces, trying to escape from this incoming Dao Gate True Fire!

But in the end, they were only twisted, and in the Dongyang True Fire that suddenly burned, they gradually carbonized, and finally turned into ashes!

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Just as the real fire of Dongyang was burning in the sewers of Maruyama Flower Street, on the hill opposite Nagasaki Port, a vast European-style manor house was also brightly lit.

This is the most famous British merchant mansion in Nagasaki, "Ichimatsu", which belongs to the Glover family. Its first owner, Thomas Blake Glover, was a native Scotsman who came to the island nation by chance.

At that time, coinciding with the turbulent years at the end of the Edo period, this Scotsman had the innate business sense and political vision of John Bull of this era, and soon found business opportunities in the contradictions between the powerful feudal clans such as Satsuma and Nagasu and the shogunate, and became the guest of honor of the Shogunate faction by befriending Sakamoto Ryoma, and became the biggest arms dealer in the Shogunate War.

Since then, he has relied on his good relationship with Meiji elders such as Hirobumi Ito and Shin Inoue, and he has become prosperous in this island country, and even after his chamber of commerce went bankrupt due to poor management, he still lived a privileged gentleman's life as the general adviser of Mitsubishi Zaibatsu's external relations.

The Glover family's mansion in Nagasaki has also become a stage for socializing in Japan, Europe and the United States. This Nagasaki inner and outer club, famous on the island of Kyushu, has become a high-society salon comparable to Tokyo's Shikameikan.

However, in the eyes of the people, the heir of the Glover family, Mr. Glover Jr. - or rather, Mr. Kuraba Tomizaburo with the blood of the Scottish nation and the Japanese clan in his veins, seems to be a bit of a maverick.

Everyone knows that in Puccini's famous opera "Madama Butterfly", the unfortunate heroine named "Qiaoqiaosan" comes from the biological mother of the little Mr. Glover. Little Mr. Glover had not seen his geisha-turned-mother since he had lived with his father.

This overlap between real life and artistic creation makes people look at him with a sense of curiosity.

In addition, this famous British citizen in Japan, although he married his wife, who is also of mixed British and Japanese descent, still retains his British citizenship, but he still regards Japan as his true home. Choosing "Kuraba", a surname with a Japanese pronunciation similar to Glover, and appearing as a Japanese person, is also the quirk of this little Glover Kuroba Tomizaburo.

As for the Glover family's deep friendship with the imperial family, and the fact that Kuraba Tomizaburo and the current Emperor Hirohito are close friends in studying marine biology, it is a secret that is not known to many people.

But even with this special status, Kuraba Tomizaburo had to give up his quirk of wearing kimonos to entertain guests, and instead changed into a tuxedo to receive today's guests at the Nagasaki Inner and Outer Club.

Alkaad Raad Zbesy is one of the most famous designers in the Parisian fashion world.

If just such an identity is not enough for Kuraba Fuzaburo to receive him solemnly, then the other identity of this VIP is very interesting.

The designer was born in Eastern Europe and came from an old aristocratic family in Romania. Unlike the exiled nobles of Eastern Europe who fled in the face of Soviet expansion, this Mr. Alkad still holds a title and a title, and is a veritable count.

So today's topic, no matter how long we talk about the weather problem that the British are best at, will eventually return to the differences between the two sides.

Who called Emperor Meiji so stingy that he didn't give the Glover family a knighthood at all?

The tall, thin, pale-skinned designer Count swept his gaze over the ladies attending the ball, and finally shook his head: "What a pity, Glover...... Oh, Mr. Tomizaburo Kuraba. You've put a lot of thought into this ball, but you and your family don't know how to put on a truly perfect ball. ”

There was a clear and implicit derogation of the Glover family in these words, which made Kuraba Tomizaburo a little embarrassed, but the disparity in their identities still made him calm down, and defended: "Mr. Earl, in order to welcome your arrival, I have invited all the members of high society in Nagasaki, even if it is ...... in Tokyo."

"Is it okay for a dance party to be attended by only the people of high society?"

Alkad glanced at the well-maintained ladies with a smile, and couldn't help but shake his head: "Mr. Kuraba, a ball always needs to have women worthy of praise, just like the banquet of the gods of Olympus, if there is no arrival of the goddesses, only the beastly breath of men, how boring it will be!"

This is already very straightforward, if Kuraba Tomisaburo still can't hear it, it will be in vain that he has presided over the family's Nagasaki and Nagasaki clubs for so many years.

In a word, Count Alkad didn't want to look at the dead fish on the dance floor, but wanted to bring some young girls who were informed, interesting, and beautiful.

It's just that Kuraba Fuzaburo can't be sure of what kind of girl does this designer count need?

Needless to say, Yamato Nadeshiko can go directly to Maruyama and invite a few Oiran over, but what if this ghost animal count likes a civilized schoolgirl?

After all, this is not sixty years later, the girl whose family can afford to go to a girls' school has not yet had the cheekiness to make money*** Although the Great Depression also affected the citizens of Nagasaki, this kind of leather and meat business has not yet broken into the campus.

Kuraba Tomizaburo, who was thinking about this problem, wanted to say something, but saw Alkad sit up suddenly, and his eyes, which had seemed casual and cynical, suddenly turned to the direction of Maruyama Hanakai.

I don't know if it was an illusion on the part of Tomizaburo Kuraba, but he seemed to see Count Alcard's eyes red in an instant, like blood!

But this anomaly disappeared in a blink of an eye, only the cold face of Count Alcad, who did not smile, nodded to him reservedly: "Lose company." ”

Leaving behind the bewildered Kuraba Tomizaburo, Count Alkad strode out of the club, but walked towards another garden building on the side.

Adjacent to the Glover family's "Ichimatsu" mansion is not a wealthy garden, but a Gothic church that is extremely rare in Japan, and the church building is hidden in the greenery, and you can vaguely see the statue of Our Lady with a sad face, welcoming the arrival of the faithful with open arms.

This is the Church of Saints canonized by the Pope and to which the Vatican belongs, and the holy relics of the martyrs are enshrined in the Church. The so-called martyred saints refer to the twenty-six Dominican missionaries who were beheaded by Toyotomi Hideyoshi at the end of the Warring States period.

Among the flowers, a statue of a martyr missionary holding a Bible was looking at Count Alcard, but suddenly from the cross hanging from the statue's neck, a strong light shone through, and suddenly swept Count Alcard's body!

(End of chapter)