After the destruction of the Imperial Palace, Pingan Jing was bustling with noise and excitement for quite a while.

The topic of discussion skyrocketed and became the topic of discussion among the nobles and commoners.

Many nobles wanted to visit Sanjō Munechika and borrow his sword.

However, all of them were rejected by Sanjō Munechika.

Despite Sanjō Munechika's firm attitude, the nobles seemed to be more interested in the sword and became more obsessed with the legendary sword.

This gave this swordsmith, who did not like to socialize, a headache for quite a while.

Fortunately, this situation didn't last for long.

This was because Pingan Jing, where demons and ghosts were lurking, soon attracted a new topic — —

"Another wave comes before the previous one is over."

A certain Grand Onmyoji, who had come uninvited, took a sip of his master's tea and sighed. "Ah, Lord Sanjō, you have to be more careful when you go out these days. The capital isn't very peaceful right now."

"Master Haruaki is talking about the demon in the recent rumors."

Ever since the incident in the Imperial Palace, Sanjō Munechika and Haruaki Abe had become very familiar with each other.

Occasionally, this Onmyoji would take the time to come over for a cup of tea. After a while, the two became good friends.

As for the demon mentioned above, Sanjō Munechika had indeed heard of it — —

"It is said that it roams the streets at night and attacks passersby. It has caused quite a lot of panic … But I heard that a few days ago, Yinyang Liao seemed to have started to deal with this matter … — —"

At this point, Sanjō Munechika frowned hesitantly. He felt that something was wrong.

After all, if Yinyang Liao had really taken over, there should have been no news about it until now.

Then, he saw Haruaki Abe wave his hand and sigh, "To be honest, Yinyang Liao failed this time."

When Munechiko Mijo heard this, he exclaimed in surprise, "Even Lord Qing Ming-sama, you don't have a way?"

"Well … I didn't even see that monster before it ran away."

As if thinking of something interesting, Haruaki Abe suddenly raised his eyebrows. "He was clearly surrounded by a large group of Yin Yang Masters, but he managed to escape under everyone's watchful eyes. There wasn't even the slightest trace of him."

The Yin-Yang Master unfurled his bat fan and smiled meaningfully. "This might not necessarily be a powerful demon, but it's definitely difficult to deal with … No, it's still hard to say whether or not it's a demon."

When Sanjō Munechika saw that Haruaki Abe had his own thoughts, he felt a little more confident. "If that's the case, then Haruaki -sama's visit this time probably isn't just for tea."

As Haruaki Abe said, if Yinyang Liao couldn't do anything about it, then he should be busy right now. No matter what, he shouldn't be here, unless …

"I'm here today because I have something I need Lord Sanjō's help with."

When it came to business, Haruaki Abe's expression turned serious. "Although this is only my personal speculation, in fact … I suspect that the main character of this incident is very likely to be Fu Mourning God."

Sanjō Munechika: "… Fu Mourning God?!"

"Yes.

And — "

Haruaki Abe said word by word, "It's still Fu Mourning God."

When Munetsu Mijou heard this, he raised his head and looked up.

Naturally, he couldn't see anything from inside the house.

But he knew that Jinjian was outside on the roof.

Sanjō Munechika didn't do this because he doubted the Jinjian. To be precise, he doubted anyone but himself.

He was purely worried because this was the first time the Jinjian had truly come into contact with his own kind.

It was also at this moment that Sanjō Munechika gradually realized —

As the Fu Mourning God of Fu Mourning God, Jinjian was too lonely to be alone in the mortal world …

On the other side, the silver-haired Fu Mourning God, who was originally standing alone, suddenly opened his half-closed eyes and looked sideways at his feet.

A mere roof naturally couldn't block the Fu Mourning God's extraordinary hearing. He heard everything that was said in the house.

Admittedly, at first, the demon ghost wasn't enough to catch his attention, but now …

The Fu Mourning God was silent for a second, then nimbly jumped off the roof and walked into the house.

"Long time no see, Jinjian."

Haruaki Abe didn't seem to be surprised by the Fu Mourning God's arrival.

Jinjian didn't waste any time and went straight to the point, "How much do you know about the Fu Mourning God?"

"Hmm … As expected, because we're of the same kind, so you're concerned."

Haruaki Abe seemed to have the same thoughts as Sanjō Munechika.

After all, no matter how solitary an existence was, they would occasionally feel lonely.

But was that really the case —

Of course not.

Jinjian glanced at the Onmyoji expressionlessly.

As a weapon that had been "alone" in another world for countless years, loneliness was no longer a torture to him, but a condition.

As long as he wanted to, he could peacefully wait in any silent, colorless, and lightless place until the end of time.

He wouldn't feel disgusted, nor would he feel tired.

Besides, Haruaki Abe and Sanjō Munechika didn't know that Jinjian had already met another Fu Mourning God before this.

That's right, it was that guy called Jiazhou Qingguang.

And this time, the reason why he was tempted was because of the previously mentioned "escape without leaving a trace", and combined with the current identity of the Fu Mourning God —

Even if the other party wasn't Jiazhou Qingguang, there was an 80% chance that the other party belonged to the same organization as Jiazhou Qingguang.

The most important thing was that the other party was definitely carrying a space travel device. There was no doubt about it!

Jinjian knew exactly what he wanted, so he naturally wouldn't let go of this rare prey.

Although Haruaki Abe didn't know the reason, he wasn't stingy with this bit of information.

So, at that moment, the Yin Yang Master raised three fingers and said, "About the Fu Mourning God, there are three specific points."

"First, the other party was hunting for spiritual power.

Those who were attacked by him seemed ordinary, but in fact, they all had more or less spiritual power in their bodies, and in the end, all of it was taken away by the other party. "

"Second, the people who were attacked at first were only knocked unconscious. Other than losing their spiritual power, they didn't suffer any other injuries.

But recently, there have been cases of people being seriously injured by sharp weapons.

This is very likely to mean that the other party is gradually losing control. "

"As for the last point, it's also the reason why I'm here this time …"

Haruaki Abe looked at Sanjō Munechika, "Because the other party was always surrounded by an unknown black fog, no one saw his appearance clearly.

But about his weapon — "

"Even if it was just a glimpse, everyone who saw it said that it was an extremely beautiful tachi."

"In other words, it is definitely not a nameless saber or sword.

It's very likely that it's a famous sword passed down from history. "

After Haruaki Abe finished speaking, he nodded sincerely and said, "Although I want to investigate the other party's background, I don't know much about swords.

So, I hope that I can get Sanjō Sama's help. "

If he could get the help of the most famous blacksmith in Pingan Jing, things would be a lot easier.

Faced with such a request, Sanjō Munechika naturally wouldn't refuse.

So, the two of them didn't delay any longer and immediately set off for Yinyang Liao.

As for Jinjian, he stayed in the mansion and watched the two of them leave.

Of course, it wasn't that he didn't have anything to do.

He was just waiting — —

Waiting for the night to come.

… …

— — Recently, the capital wasn't peaceful at night.

This was something that everyone knew.

Because of this, when the sun went down, people went home early and closed their doors.

Even the bustling streets during the day had become empty and deserted.

But even so, there were still some people who were forced to make a living and had no choice but to travel outside until the sky turned dark, and then hurriedly rushed back home in the dark of the night.

— — For example, this young man who was running on the street.

Because the Emperor's Imperial Residence was mostly destroyed not long ago, many craftsmen were gathered to repair it, and this young man was one of them.

The amount of work this time was huge, and the Emperor wanted it to be finished as soon as possible, so it was inevitable that they had to work overtime and couldn't afford any delays.

So, the young man had no choice but to work until now to find time to go home.

There was almost no one on the deserted street now.

In this exceptionally quiet space, only the sound of his own footsteps echoed. The sound was very clear, and it scared the young man.

He raised his head to look at the dark sky and thought of the recent rumors in Jingdou. He couldn't help but silently curse. Then, he walked even faster.

But what he was afraid of always came — —

At this moment, a cold aura suddenly attacked him from behind.

The young man was like a frozen lake in winter. The coldness that froze his soul in an instant almost made him drown and suffocate.

His entire body trembled, and then he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

The young man's footsteps stopped, and the whole space was silent.

Someone was approaching him.

The moment he realized this, the young man was so scared that he couldn't bear it, and his reason was on the verge of collapse. He widened his bloodshot eyes and shouted as he turned around to look behind him.

— — It was an existence that he didn't know how to describe.

Or, it could be said that the other party was surrounded by an ominous black gas, and he couldn't see what it looked like.

Just when the young man was struggling to escape, he realized in despair that his legs were already sore and powerless due to fear. Then, he heard an unusual sound again.

It was a sound that he wasn't unfamiliar with. It was a sound that he had heard several times from the samurai — —

It was the sound of a sword being unsheathed.

The young man widened his eyes and looked, and then he saw a silver sword flash. Then, a hand broke out from the black gas and appeared in front of him.

It was definitely not a human's hand.

The white bone spurs were like maggots in a tarsal bone, covering most of the back of his hand.

One moment it was like a blooming flower, the next moment it was like a snake's fangs.

The hand was holding a Tachi.

Even though the light here was dim, the young man could still see the crescent-shaped pattern on the blade, as if it was dyed with layers of moonlight. It was indescribably elegant.

— — This was undoubtedly an extremely beautiful Tachi, but because of this moment, it seemed particularly terrifying.

"Spiritual power user …"