.Two hundred and seventeen, the monster ran away in a storm

Two hundred and seventeen, monsters go wild

Compared with the continuous influx of mobs, the small number of guards remaining in the palace, in addition to those scum who turned against each other, made accomplices, and set fire to rob, were also some loyal and loyal people who insisted on spontaneous resistance in the chaos, but they seemed too powerless.

——Even if the wise swordsman was completely lost, facing a large area of ​​stone bricks thrown overwhelmingly, and more than a dozen or even dozens of sticks that were chopped towards the head, they were only covered with bags of slaughter.

What's more, the rebels seized a lot of guns and ammunition from the square in front of the palace, and even small cannons... With the two thick wooden hall gates wrapped in copper skin, they were bombarded by shells into countless flying wood chips, and the final resistance collapsed...

In this catastrophe, those fragile and helpless palace maids and female officials were obviously the most miserable victims.

Even though they seized the last time, took off their bright and gorgeous satin dress, blackened their faces with the ash on the stove, messed up their hair, and put on dirty and ragged clothes, they still couldn't stop the scathing eyes of those who covet.

Soon, most palace maids whose hiding places were not secret enough were dragged out from the corner by some excited thugs, pressed onto the cold floor, their skirts were lifted up to their heads, and there were long queues behind them, and from time to time, people fisted and beat each other to jump into the line. There was no way, although this new palace had been completed, the palace maids and eunuchs had not yet had time to expand their enrollment, and they could only count for three hundred people. However, this time there were probably tens of thousands of thugs who rushed into the palace... Even if a woman dealt with three men at the same time, it was far from enough to distribute, so naturally they could only queue up slowly...

Due to the insufficient number of women, due to the long-standing tradition of "all ways" in this island country, many delicate and handsome boys were also tragically attacked by the strangers... For a moment, all kinds of moans, cries, and scolding were endless, which complemented the sound of Bibao burning with the flames.

However, as the leader of the riot, Hojo Shihiko did not join the carnival, but instead led a team of confidants to try to catch the super prize of Emperor Renko, the super prize, and use this amazing skill to express his merits to the new boss for rewards.

But the plan never keeps up with the changes. The court traitor Fujiwara Meguchi who was originally tied to guide the way was dispersed by the crowd halfway, and God knew where he went. And the others didn't know the path in the palace... As a result, he walked between the labyrinth walls and palaces for a long time, searching for countless palaces, but still couldn't find the emperor. Instead, he wandered all the way into a strange place...

"... Yinyangliao? Well, I heard that this is a place to deal with ghosts. Be careful and don't get any evil spirits."

Seeing the plaque on the door lintel and recalling the legend of Onmyoji that the teahouse storyteller told, Hojo Shihiko couldn't help but pull out the knife with a nervous expression, and gave such instructions to the strong Emirati men behind him. Then he said to an old man with bright feathers on his head and oil painted on his face, "... The White Wolf Shaman, the Onmyoji in this place is said to be quite powerful and difficult to deal with. I have to ask you for more hard work next time."

The old shaman held a pipe in his mouth and nodded reservedly. Then he pulled out a small staff made of white bones from under the bearskin's waistcoat. After chanting a few difficult spells, he emitted a captivating green light all over his body, and he took the lead in crossing the threshold of the Yin-Yang Lao and walked in slowly.

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When a large group of mobs had already broken through the palace gate, Emperor Renxiao, who had realized it later, had just woken up from his sleep.

Then, before the Emperor Majesty understood what was going on, Ichiro Hiroyuki was already screaming and breaking through the paper pull door, dragging him out regardless of etiquette, "...... It's urgent, Your Majesty, please leave the palace quickly and take refuge."

"...Asyat? The three magical artifacts of the Sword Mirror Seal are still in the palace. How can I go? Let me go down and attack me just a group of untouchables. Even if you can't defeat the Kanto bandits and Western ghosts, it's so hard that even a few untouchables are no match for them?"

Under Emperor Renko's repeated rebukes, Hitsuki Soichiro had to bite the bullet and stand firm and shouted the soldiers and servants to stop the mob.

But at this moment, many palace gates were lost, and more and more mobs were pouring into the palace, and the garrison could no longer be organized. The old subordinates of the surprise troops left the palace and went to the garrison to sort out their luggage; there were few royal guards and had no combat experience, so they were dispersed by the mob at the beginning; the strong servants had no loyalty at all, and they rolled up the property in the palace and fled, letting the sects of Hiroyuki Sonichiro and his personal soldiers jumped and shouted, but no one was willing to stay to serve the king and rescue the emperor.

In despair, Emperor Renxiao ordered the alarm to sound, hoping that loyal ministers and ministers would come to defend themselves with armed servants, and ordered the palace Onmyoji to launch spells, even if the palace was reduced to a colosseum for monsters to fight, in short, they would fight back the mob at all costs.

Unfortunately, the bell rang for a long time, but no minister came to rescue the car. The eunuch who went to the Onmyoji to deliver the orders found that the entire yamen was empty, leaving only waste paper and garbage everywhere - these slippery Onmyoji had already escaped.

"...I am not a king who has destroyed the country, but my ministers are all ministers who have destroyed the country, which is really hateful."

Under the painful blow of this series of bad news, the poor Emperor Renxiao was finally so angry that his eyes turned pale, cursed, then spit out a mouthful of blood, rolled his eyes and fainted.

Seeing this, all the concubines of the palace were pale and could not help but choke and cry, covering their faces and crying, "... As the saying goes, the king dies in the country, and at this moment, we women, in order to avoid being beaten by the untouchables, have to die for the death of the untouchables." After that, they wanted to hang themselves on the beam. The panic of the Himetsuki Sonichiro and others rushed forward, hugging their legs and holding hands, and finally persuaded these neurotic women.

Fortunately, there were several remote palace gates in this fashion, which had not been opened by the mob, and the gold, silver and softness in the palace had been almost done in advance. Hiroyuki Sectichiro carried three magical artifacts, including the Sword Mirror Seal, and the last dozen soldiers around him, and fought a bloody way out of the chaotic palace, escorting the Emperor's Imperial Palace and the concubines of the palace, and out of the palace wall from a remote small gate.

Then, on the street outside the palace, they met the old subordinates of the surprise troops who came to rescue Wen Luan, as well as several nobles and powerful families who abandoned their mansions and ran away. They gathered together seven or eight hundred people, more than twenty ox carts, more than thirty sedan chairs and more than a dozen horses.

He barely persevered until this moment. At this time, Hiroshiro was already in a state of trance. He no longer cared about the scene of sorrow and fire behind him. He also did not care about the scene of many nobles and nobles who were being captured by mobs and being tortured in the mud. He even watched his wife, daughter, and concubines being violent. He only cared for the unconscious Emperor Renxiao and ran out of the west of the capital in panic.

Fortunately, they escaped from Kyoto in time. If they hesitated for a while, they would probably never be able to leave again...

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"...Tsk tsk, just a few ordinary-looking houses are the legendary famous Yin-Yang Lao?"

On the other side, Hojo Shihiko, who was the most beloved team of barbarians from the Hokkien Island, was led by an old shaman with a high level of magic power. He carefully walked around the Yin-Yang Door in the palace for a few times, but there was no trace of people and could not see any mystery. The ground was covered with waste paper, rotten cloth, broken baskets, moldy herbs and other garbage items. The open cabinet was empty as wild, and there were several old and damaged books and stationery on the book table, which was completely a scene of the old owner's messy waste being thrown away after moving away.

Although the palace has just been renovated and is decorated very luxuriously. But strangely, this Onmyojiu does not seem to be included in the ranks of renovations. Therefore, all the buildings and courtyards here still look like they were dilapidated as before, and even the roof is straw. In order to prevent the wind from being blown away, many stones were pressed down. The furnishings in this Onmyojiu have been a long time ago - tables with broken legs and corners, potholes of gods, dusty books, and copper jars full of holes... In a gorgeous and luxurious new palace, this Onmyojiu is like a crane standing out in a flock, especially dilapidated and old...

Apart from a star map drawn on the ceiling of the hall, a bluestone sundial placed in the courtyard covered with sand, and a moldy and dirty night walk of a hundred ghosts in the discarded books, there is really no special place.

"...Ahem, head man, there is no spiritual power in this place, and there is no sign of many restrictions. It should be that those Onmyoji who deliberately wiped out all the traces left before before before... According to my inference, no one has been here for at least one day..."

The old shaman held a rabbit leg bone and made divination methods in the Yin-Yang Door, then said this to Hojo Shihiko.

Hojo Shihiko waved his hand with no interest. Just a moment ago, he had just received a reward from a spy, saying that he had seen the Emperor's carriage leaving the palace and fled west of the capital surrounded by the brigade of escorts.

Although he was unwilling to let go of a big fish like this, Hojo Shinichi knew very well that he really couldn't continue chasing. The Emperor's carriage had been out of the palace for a while, but his 300 Essian barbarians were all infantry and not even a single horse. And he was not familiar with the Kyoto roads, and he didn't know where the target would escape, so how could he catch up?

Moreover, since he entered the palace, more than 300 people under his command have been squeezed out by the crowd. Now there are only more than 50 confidants around him, and the others don’t know where to be happy. With the scattered nature of these Escherichia barbarians, I’m afraid they can’t get together for half a day. If you just take these fifty people to chase them... Well, the number of people is too different, and you may even get bitten back if you don’t do it well.

Therefore, Hojo Shihiko had to give up the idea of ​​capturing the emperor in disappointment and ordered everyone to search for the last time in the Onmyoji Door to see what buried treasures were. Then they would go to a more luxurious place elsewhere in the palace to make a fortune and grab things together.

However, during this round of search, they were really "lucky" to discover something that was deliberately buried.

"...There is a treasure secret room below. Who will help me?"

A strong Eagle man suddenly shouted happily, and from under a tatami that he had picked up with a knife, he pulled out a stone door the size of a cabinet.

Seeing this, everyone quickly picked up a shovel and crowbar and rushed up, completely lifting the tatami covering it, and carefully brushed off the floating soil and dust on the surface of the stone slab. Then they saw two copper rings on it, and fine groove holes were polished on the hard and smooth stone, and gold, silver threads, gems, crystals, jade, shells and other luxury goods were placed, and a series of extremely complex patterning was inlaid.

If you look closely, you can find a few extremely dim lights of inspiration that flow slowly between the carved patterns.

Several anxious strong men of the Hokkaido didn't care about looking carefully, so they rushed forward, grabbed the copper ring and tried to pull the stone slab apart... But then a shiny light penetrated the whole body, screaming and bounced out more than ten steps away, and fell down like a large garbage emitting burnt smoke, moaning in extraordinary pain, and even their hair was so electric that it was so electric that it stood up...

"...Well, this seems to be some kind of magic seal. It seems that we have really found the baby."

The old shaman came to the stone gate without fear, took out his bone wand, and lit it a few times. Seeing that the top of the wand was stirred up with a string of "sizzling" sparks, he couldn't help but feel very happy, "...Haha, the thing under the stone slab needs to be protected by so many layers of barriers. It must be a very amazing treasure... Okay, you guys quickly take a few steps back, uh, no, it's better to retreat outside the house and let me open this thing..."

"...Well, have you heard it? Why don't you go out for me quickly? Make room for senior White Wolf Shaman..."

Hojo Shihiko quickly turned his head and scolded his subordinates who had squeezed over to watch the fun. Then he also withdrew from the room. Then he stood in the courtyard and shouted to the old shaman, "...We have all come out, Mr. White Wolf Shaman, you can cast spells and relieve the spells."

However, the reply from the White Wolf Shaman was almost beyond everyone's expectations.

"...Ah? Cast a spell to solve the curse? Hi, I'm not afraid of you juniors' jokes. Old man, I can't even understand the ghost painting talismans on it, and I have never seen the Yin-Yang Technique of the Kyoto Royal Family. How could I break the spell on this stone gate?"

The old shaman was slightly stunned at first, then scratched his hair with a little embarrassed look, and said sarcastically with a smile. Then he pulled out a Western explosive cartridge as thick as an arm from his backpack, bit off the red painted copper cap at the top with his teeth, pulled out a white fuse, and then popped up a cluster of small flames from his fingertips, causing the fuse to be ignited "sizzling".

"...I prefer to use simple and crude methods for opening the door. No matter what protective spell is attached to the stone door, the spiritual power that can be stored is always limited. Moreover, due to the age of time, the magic array is gradually depleting and ineffective. The spiritual light on it looks so dim, and its power must be far less than before - otherwise those guys would have been electrocuted long ago..."

After putting the explosive cartridge on the stone slab, the old shaman turned around and said to Hojo Shihiko and others, "... Just take this explosion cartridge I stolen from the Western mine and 'boom' and explode it..." He closed his hands and let go, making a gesture to indicate the explosion, "...The formation on the stone slab will naturally be cracked... Hey? Why are your faces so strange? And they are lying down..."

"...That...White Wolf Shaman, the fuse of your explosive cartridge seems to be a little too short, and it is almost burned..."

"……boom--"

A huge orange-red mushroom cloud rose in this house. Bright flames rushed out of the doors and windows and licked the window paper of the next house. The hot air waves lifted the entire roof. Countless scattered bricks, tiles, wood and stones shot around with the heat waves, either deeply embedded in the surrounding trees and walls, or plowing gullies into the ground in the courtyard...

When the heat wave dissipated, Hojo Shihiko quickly got up from the ground and looked around. The originally neat courtyard pavilions were already broken like a hurricane landing, with broken wood slag and garbage everywhere. Although his subordinates lay down in time to avoid it, many people were still caught. They were wiped out by the debris from the air wave and their skin was broken and blood was flowing. The wailing sounds were endless.

As for the old shaman in the center of the explosion... next to Yu Yanniao's big pit, he only found a pile of fragments of corpses, all of which were roasted black by the flames, and even the air was filled with a smell of barbecue...

However, the mysterious stone door finally could not withstand such a violent explosion. It was shattered into pieces on the spot, and even threw it away, revealing the dark hole below... So, after wiping a few tears and silenced for a while for the old shaman who died unfortunately, Hojo Shin-hiko excitedly pulled out the knife and carefully stroking into the cave...

Unfortunately, Hojo Shihiko and his cadres all live on the edge of the civilized world - the icy and snowy land, the ignorant and wilderness of the Essay Island, and have no knowledge of the capital and the nobles. Apart from a few exaggerated lyrics by teahouse storytellers, they have no idea about the real Yin-Yang technique, so they do not know a very terrible fact:

——Things sealed by people casting numerous talismans include not only treasures, but also monsters

So, early the next morning, when Major General Feiri Taylor heard about the news that the Emperor abandoned the city and ran away, he hurriedly left the camp under Fushimi City and led the leading troops to the outskirts of the city, he only saw a violent and demonic city with a terrifying spirit...

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Chapter completed!