"What did you say!?"
The guard's voice boomed in the corridor. He stared at Yan Si, veins bulging on the back of the hand holding the knife.
"Scaremongering! How can Central 46 smell of blood!"
The other guards did not speak, but their blades were pointed at Yan Si. No one believed it.
This place is the core of Seireitei, the meeting place of the forty-six sages. It is cleaned by dedicated personnel every day, and even dust is rarely seen.
How could it smell like blood?
Urahara stopped, turned his head and looked through the shoulder gap of the escorting guard, extremely confused.
Just now, he was speechless by the people from Central 46. They were all very lively, but they smelled like blood.
It is true that he has never participated in actual combat, but as a scientific researcher, he has seen a lot of corpses, and those guys are definitely alive.
Why does it smell like blood? Those sages are definitely alive.
The guard escorting Urahara also turned around, clasped his fingers on the handle of the knife, and stared at Yan Si nervously.
Kyōraku Shunsui said softly, "Junior brother, I did not smell the smell of blood you mentioned."
His gaze crossed Yan Si and fell on the half-open black door.
Reiatsu unfolded and slid into the crack of the door silently, without any abnormality.
There are only forty-six stable life breaths in the perception, which are regularly distributed in various seats in the conference hall.
Ukitake Jūshirō frowned, but he did not question Yan Si's words.
Unlike Shunsui, he has another kind of trust in this junior brother, so he is thinking about another problem.
"Shunsui." Jūshirō Ukitake whispered, "Could someone interfere with our perception?"
Kyōraku Shunsui turned his head and said, "Oh? Being able to interfere on such a large scale is quite terrifying."
Kyōraku Shunsui also came to his senses, then reached out and pressed the hat.
If Yan Si didn't lie, then all of them were fooled.
The scariest part is that I have no idea how I got infected.
Yan Si didn't explain. He looked at the guard and said, "Go and open the door."
The guard stared at him. "You
As soon as he said one word, Yan Si's eyes fell on his face.
Very calm and expressionless.
But the guard's words were stuck in his throat, and all the subsequent syllables were missing.
Yan Si spoke again, his voice colder than before. "Open the door."
The guard stood there, his hand holding the knife beginning to tremble.
He turned to look at Kyōraku Shunsui, then at Ukitake Jūshirō.
Both captains said nothing and just nodded.
The guard retracted his knife, took a deep breath, turned and walked towards the door.
He stretched out his hand and pressed his palm against the cold door panel.
Use force.
With a crash, the heavy door opened inwards.
The door shaft made a dull friction sound, which was particularly harsh in the silent corridor.
It was pitch black behind the door.
The light from the doorway seemed to be swallowed up by something, only illuminating a small stone slab at the edge of the threshold.
Can't see anything clearly.
Kyōraku and Jūshirō Ukitake immediately stretched their perception to the limit and rushed into the room.
Forty-six seats.
Forty-six breaths of life.
Sitting in their respective positions smoothly, there is nothing unusual.
Kyōraku Shunsui stood there without speaking.
Ukitake Jūshirō stood beside him and said nothing.
The two of them had their backs to the light at the door, and their expressions could not be seen clearly.
After a while, Kyōraku Shunsui spoke, his voice a little dry: "Junior brother----"
He didn't know what to say. Everything felt normal.
Yan Si didn't answer, he opened his senses and looked over.
Sure enough, there were forty-six corpses lying scattered inside.
In other words, this wave of people was completely wiped out.
Lying in their respective positions.
They were all dead, no one was left, but in the center of the meeting hall, there was a man standing there.
Kuchiki Kyōka.
He was not wearing Visored. His face was very clear in the darkness, with his eyebrows stretched and a faint smile on his lips.
He holds the Zanpakutō Muramasa in his hand.
The blade was completely stained red with blood.
The blood is still dripping down.
One drop.
Two drops.
Three drops.
It fell to the floor with a soft smacking sound.
Kuchiki Kyōka raised his head and saw Yan Si.
The smile on the corner of the mouth became deeper, and the lips opened and closed.
"Bankai."
"No hook bar execution·Muramasa."
Yan Si spoke softly, "Brother Shunsui, brother fourteen."
"The enemy has begun to attack."
"Huh?" They both lowered their bodies at the same time.
The center of gravity sank, and the hand pressed the handle of the knife. Reiatsu circulated rapidly in the body, but nothing happened.
No enemy pounces from the darkness.
The meeting hall was still quiet.
Kyōraku Shunsui and Ukitake Jūshirō looked at each other without speaking.
They really felt a sense of disharmony now, and this feeling came from the Zanpakutō.
Click.
There was a very light sound, like the first crack appearing on the surface of glass.
Click.
Click click click.
The sound of spreading cracks exploded in the air.
Like countless tiny ice surfaces breaking at the same time.
Bang! The space in front of me collapsed like a mirror.
The fragments scattered everywhere, turning into Reishi light spots in mid-air, and slowly dissipated.
Then, the fishy and sweet smell rushed in, as strong as substance, making people breathless.
At the same time, purple Reiatsu came from all directions and enveloped everyone.
"Oops!" Kyōraku Shunsui's voice rose, "It's Kuchiki Kyōka!"
He is very aware of this guy's ability. The Zanpakutō hypnotizes the Zanpakutō and makes the knife betray its master.
He immediately mobilized Reiatsu, trying to cut off the connection with the Zanpakutō and enter that autistic state.
But at this moment, a hand came around from behind his neck.
Very white and soft.
The fingers are slender and slender, and the nails are painted with dark purple kodan.
The hand gently wrapped around the side of his neck, the palm of her hand touching his skin.
Warm.
Then a voice rang in his ears.
It's very light and lazy, like murmuring when you just wake up from a nap.
"Shunsui"
"What are you going to do?"
Kyōraku Shunsui's body froze.
He turned his head slightly and saw that familiar face.
An adult female, wearing Shinigami uniform underneath and a purple coat outside.
There are skull-shaped patterns on the clothes and headdress, glowing with a faint white light in the darkness.
Her hair is long and curly, hanging loosely on her shoulders.
The right eye was wearing an eyepatch, and the left eye was looking at him with a smile.
Kyōraku Shunsui's throat moved: "Katen Kyōkotsu----"
"That's not right~Shunsui."
Katen Kyōkotsu laughed, his voice soft and with a lazy ending.
"The kid is angry."
The moment the words fell.
Kyōraku Shunsui retreated suddenly, and his body ejected backwards.
A ray of light passed by the tip of his nose.
Cut him right where he was standing just now.
A deep groove was cut into the floor, and gravel flew everywhere.
At the end of the sword light, a small figure stood there.
The girl wears a single skull headdress on the left side of her hair. Most of her face is covered by the mask and hair, with only her right eye exposed.
Wearing a night-walking tight suit similar to Punishment Force, holding a huge knife in his hand.
The blade was longer than her whole body. She stood in the dust where the sword light dissipated, staring coldly at Kyōraku Shunsui with her right eye.
No expression, no words, just staring.
Kyōraku Shunsui There were beads of sweat on his forehead.
He knows his Zanpakutō very well.
He knows best how difficult these two people are.
"Now we're in trouble----" he murmured.
Then he turned his head and looked at Jūshirō Ukitake next to him.
"Jūshirō Ukitake, over there----" Before he could finish his words, he saw two children spinning in circles at Ukitake Jūshirō's feet.
Wearing Priest Robes, one man and one woman.
The boy held Jūshirō Ukitake's trousers and looked up at him.
The girl grabbed his Haori hem and shook it gently.
Both children had smiles on their faces.
Innocence and harmlessness.
But Jūshirō Ukitake stood there, motionless.
He looked down at the two children with a gentle smile on his face, but his voice was very heavy. "I'm in trouble here too."
The two of them turned to look at Yan Si at the same time.
Yan Si stood there with his back to them.
After discovering that the person inside was Kuchiki Kyōka, and using Bankai, I instantly felt three more auras around me.
There was a stinging pain on the instep of his foot. He looked down and saw a knife stuck there.
The blade penetrated the upper of the shoe and was nailed into the bone seam of the instep. Blood seeped out from the edge of the wound, leaving dark marks on the boots.
Next to it stood a face Bronze Mirror, about one meter high, with twisted lines carved on its edges. The mirror was dark and could not reflect anything.
Behind me, a cold touch pressed against the back of my neck, as if someone was standing there, breathing on the skin.
Yan Si didn't look back. He bent down and reached out to hold the handle of the knife on the instep and pulled it out with force.
Blood gushed out along with the blade and splashed on the ground.
He held the knife in his palm and turned around. Bronze Mirror was still there, motionless.
Yan Si looked at the mirror and said softly, "Either you go back."
"Either I will tear you apart now."
Bronze Mirror's mirror rippled, and there was something vaguely moving in the darkness in the mirror.
This knife is Enrakyōten.
Sayafushi is nothing, it just takes the opportunity to come out to play, otherwise it would not be stuck on the instep and not move.
At this moment, Yan Si is holding the sword in his hand, the blade is quiet, without any intention of resisting.
Enrakyōten's mirror has black mist billowing, and it doesn't want to go back.
Whose Shinigami spirit has three Zanpakutos living in it?
So fussy!
And Yan Si already has it Enrakyōten, which is equivalent to having all the Zanpakutō.
It can imitate Ryūjin Jakka, imitate Senbonzakura, imitate Kyōka Suigetsu, imitate any Zanpakuto you have ever seen.
But what Yan Si usually hangs around his waist is actually that ice lump.
It is also an ancient Zanpakuto, but how is Enrakyōten worse than Hyorinmaru!
In this resentment, it received the power of Muramasa.
The power was calling and tempting, and it immediately ran out.
Then it discovered a big problem.
Its ability requires Soul Power to activate.
Only by devouring other people's souls, devouring Reishi, and devouring everything with Spiritual Power in it can we change and fight.
What now?
You can't use your soul to use power, right?
Isn't that suicide?
It's not Ouroboros. It just eats and plays with itself.
So at this moment, Enrakyōten stood awkwardly on the spot, motionless.
Yan Si heard footsteps behind him.
Kyōraku Shunsui and Ukitake Jūshirō are about to come to their senses.
He raised the hand holding Sayafushi, pointing the tip of the knife at Bronze Mirror.
"Three." The voice was cold.
Enrakyōten's mirror fluctuated violently.
Then it moved forward, and the lens body slammed into Yan Si's calf with very slight force.
Then Bronze Mirror turned into Reishi light spots and dissipated in the air.
Went back.
Yan Si didn't look at the calf, he raised Sayafushi straight in front of his eyes, spread the fingers of his left hand, and then inserted it hard.
Phew.
The blade penetrates the palm of the hand and emerges from the back of the hand.
Blood flowed down the blade and dripped on the ground.
"Are you making trouble too?"
Sayafushi did not move, the blade passed through his hand quietly.
"Two."
Sayafushi The blade turned into light spots from the edge, blended into the wound in his palm, and flowed back along the blood vessels.
After a few seconds, the blade disappeared completely.
There was a penetrating wound on the palm, and blood was still flowing.
Yan Si lowered his hand, blood dripping down his fingertips, pat, pat.
At this time, Kyōraku Shunsui and Ukitake Jūshirō looked over.
Yan Si turned sideways, stretched out his right hand, and grabbed the person who came out from behind.
That was a tall man.
She has long blue hair hanging around her shoulders and a cross scar on her forehead.
His facial features were stern, and his skin had a faint ice-blue sheen.
Yan Si held his arm and tightened his fingers.
"This is my Zanpakutō, Tsuzurimono Bansho."
Hyorinmaru was stunned for a moment. He lowered his eyes and looked at Yan Si.
Yan Si turned his head, looked at him, gradually increased the strength of his right hand, and spoke again, "Yes, Tsuzurimono Bansho."
Hyorinmaru said nothing.
Thinking about the situation of the other two knives just now, I realized that if Yan Si was exposed here, it might be broken.
Hyorinmaru doesn't want to know, and has no interest in listening to the one that Yan Si didn't finish counting down just now.
He nodded slightly and said, "Yes, I am Tsuzurimono Bansho."
"Oh, what a handsome guy~" A lazy voice came from the side, and Katen Kyōkotsu stepped forward.
She stepped on a pool of blood, her clogs making a soft sound on the floor, and the hem of her purple coat left slender traces behind her.
She stopped in front of Hyorinmaru and looked up and down.
Then he reached out and took out the cigarette rod from his chest, struck the match and the flame danced.
She took a deep breath, and the tobacco burned and made a subtle hissing sound.
Then he raised his head and sprayed smoke on Hyorinmaru's face.
Hyorinmaru didn't move.
Yan Si looked at this scene and said naturally, "Of course, I am so handsome, is there any problem with my Zanpakutō being handsome?"
Katen Kyōkotsu turned her head sideways, the smoke still lingering around her lips.
"Indeed~" she laughed, "I really look forward to what you will look like a hundred years from now."
Yan Si glanced at the whole place, and the guards fell to the ground in a mess. They were all alive, but unconscious.
In the distance Urahara Kisuke is squatting in the corner, and there is a person standing in front of him.
It was a woman, wearing a red kimono, with black hair hanging down her waist, her hands folded in front of her, standing upright.
Urahara was talking to her, speaking very fast.
"Benihime, you really don't blame me that time!"
The voice came from the corner, with obvious panic.
"I didn't break you on purpose!"
"You really don't blame me!"
Yan Si withdrew his gaze and looked at Katen.
Then he looked at Kyōkotsu who was still chasing Kyōraku Shunsui in the distance.
Then he said, "Why don't you attack Desire much?"
Three knives came out of his body.
Enrakyōten wanted to cause trouble, but was forced back by the countdown.
Hyorinmaru came out for a walk and was very honest.
Katen Kyōkotsu of Kyōraku Shunsui----
She just stood there smoking and had no intention of doing anything.
"I'm sorry, little junior brother!"
Kyōraku Shunsui's voice exploded from a distance.
A ray of sword light passed through the place where he was standing just now, cutting off the corner of the stone pillar.
He turned around and ran away, his Haori hem raised, and his steps were so fast that he left an afterimage.
"My attack Desire is very strong!"
Katen Kyōkotsu looked at his back and turned the cigarette rod in a circle on his fingertips.
"See you next time, handsome boy."
Her body began to dissolve, fading from the edges into the shadows beneath her feet.
The next moment, she emerged from the shadow of Kyōraku Shunsui.
Put your hands around his neck.
No, it was wringing his neck.
Kyōraku Shunsui's face started to turn red.
Kyōkotsu is still chasing after me. The swords are shining one after another. It's really tiring to watch.
Yan Si turned to look at Ukitake Jūshirō.
Jūshirō Ukitake There are two children spinning in circles at their feet.
"Jūshirō Ukitake, come and play!"
"Come and play, come and play!"
The sound is getting louder and louder.
Jūshirō Ukitake looked down at them with a gentle smile on his face, then he bent down and picked them up one by one with one hand.
He turned to look at Yan Si: "Junior brother, I will take them back first."
"The situation is a bit complicated now. I hope there won't be any problems on the teacher's side."
Yan Si nodded in response. "Well, go ahead."
Jūshirō Ukitake carried the two struggling children and walked towards Thirteenth Division, looking a little embarrassed from behind.
Yan Si turned around and walked in the direction of Urahara, and heard the other party shouting again.
"Benihime, that time was really an accident!" Urahara squatted on the ground, his hair a mess.
Benihime stood there without speaking or expression.
Yan Si walked over and asked, "Kensei Where are they?"
Urahara suddenly raised his head and shouted, "They have been taken to Central Great Prison, Third Layer Gōgō!"
"Yan Si brother, help me!"
At this time Benihime raised his hand and moved his fingers gently in the air, knitting something.
Urahara's mouth was sewn shut, and fine Reishi silk threads appeared on the edge of the lips.
Urahara's eyes widened and he made a whining sound in his throat.
He looked at Yan Si, which were all distress signals.
Yan Si didn't move, just stood there and watched quietly.
Benihime turned around and glanced at Yan Si.
Make sure he has no intention of interfering.
She turned back and continued stroking with her fingers.
Reishi silk thread spread from Urahara's mouth to cheeks, neck, and shoulders.
Sew his arms to both sides of his body, sew his legs together, and sew the whole person into a ball.
It is round and round, with only its eyes exposed.
Benihime bent down, picked up the ball with both hands, turned around, and bowed slightly to Yan Si.
Thanking him for not interfering, she then walked away holding the Urahara ball.
Yan Si stood on the same spot, the insteps of his feet were still bleeding, and the palms of his hands were still dripping with blood.
He glanced at Central 46 again, and after confirming that there was no one alive, he turned and walked towards Central Great Prison, Third Layer Gōgō.
"Hyorinmaru, follow up."
Hyorinmaru, who originally wanted to go shopping to find a suitable owner, turned around and followed him.