They didn't have time to look at it for too long and didn't have time to figure out what was going on. The black giant monster fell from the sky and landed next to him. Jiang Doudou cried and wanted to rush over, but Shanhai immediately ran forward and tried his best to pull her away without any explanation, letting her fight and make trouble. With the shrill cries in his ears, Shan Hai turned around and glanced over there. The hair of the black tengu was very fluffy and messy. Electric sparks flashing without rhythm ignited everything that could burn around them, and the fire crackled and shot into the sky.
For Tang He, it seemed like he had seen this familiar fire a thousand times. In reality, in dreams.
His empty eyes gradually lost their luster, and they could only show the outline of a monster under the firelight. In his still clear field of vision, the familiar old friend, the monster he would kill to use as a "medicine guide", the shikigami with whom the blood contract clearly stated the relationship, stood in front of him.
It clearly looked like a little girl.
The sky was filled with firelight, rendering the view red.
"Hahaha...cough——"
Tang He laughed a few times. He was still able to speak, and he was a little surprised. Maybe the knife mark missed his heart. However, he knew very well that he could not say a few words. Bursts of thick smoke reached the damaged lungs. It was easy for the air to escape, but it was difficult for it to be sucked in. Although it didn't sting, it felt like the internal organs were being soaked in water, which was very unreal.
He slowly squeezed the air out of his body.
"You...what are you..."
what exactly is it?
who is it?
A rebel backed by a contract? Is it the same skin as Tang Yu? Or is it an illusion from the beginning?
Or is it retribution itself?
But the answer has lost its meaning.
never mind. Tang He said to himself.
This voice bloomed slowly in my mind together with my pupils, like the ripples that are about to disappear after a falling stone shocks the water.
Forget it, forget it, forget it.
He seemed to be so tolerant of himself for the first time.
The only time in my life.
Forget it, you no longer have to step on mountains of corpses and seas of blood to usher in the next unknown killing, and shoulder the same risks. No more painful breathing, falling down, falling down, getting up, moving forward. There is no need to come from the darkness and walk into the depths of loneliness. No more painful, blood-holding sores to be pinched again and again—and no possibility of healing.
He thought maybe he was tired. He must die. But I have no regrets - in this line of work, I have long been prepared to keep my head in my belt, no matter what the purpose is, no matter who the target is. Treating other people's lives as insignificant means that you need to bear the same risk. There is nothing to say. It was just his own blood that was spilled on him this time...no difference.
…
It's obviously colder than anyone else, too cold.
He didn't know whether it was because it was as cold as iron, or whether his perception had gone wrong in such a state. He just stared blankly at the girl in front of him, the... "sister" in front of him.
"I've done...a lot of wrong things." He whispered, his breath a bit muddy, "But I think I've never done anything wrong."
The scene that the two eyes can see seems to be a little different. The figure is sometimes a human being and sometimes a monster. At this moment, it seemed to have turned back into the original Tengu. But the shadow cast on the fire wall looked more like a child. The owner of the shadow just looked at him without making a sound, and his expression could not be read at all.
Tang He tried his best to smile, like a dry and cracked riverbed during a drought. On the ground beneath him, a large stain of blood spread out from nowhere on his body.
"... If you want to eat, take it now. If you want this life, just take it - haven't you been waiting for this day... as you wish. I have... probably, I can no longer control it. You. As promised, come on... come on!"
He used almost all his strength to squeeze out the remaining gas in his body. Then, a large ball of blood poured out of his mouth, leaving this heavy body as if he had broken through some kind of shackles and regained freedom.
The string that Mu Wan had been tightening suddenly relaxed. She gasped for breath, feeling extravagant to be able to absorb this free air again, so luxurious that she shed tears. The white tengu landed next to her, and her friends gradually gathered around. Only Tang Huailan walked through the burning flames and came to where Tang He once was, staring there silently. Amidst the continuous trembling and noise, a dark shadow suddenly broke through the confinement of the sea of fire. There was a streak of fire behind it, like a long tail. The figure quickly disappeared into the night sky, going to a distant place and turning into an unknown star.
The white tengu had a ferocious face and let out a low roar in that direction.
"No need to chase."
"Is he still...alive?"
Dai Luan peered at the boulder from the gap in the flames. It seemed that there was no trace of anyone, only a large group of black blood stuck on it, connected to the ground. Mu Wan didn't know how to answer this question. An onmyoji who had lost the qualification to lead would not be recognized by the tengu... This was common sense she was familiar with. But she actually didn't know how to distinguish such boundaries. Maybe monsters have their own unique way of identifying...but that doesn't matter.
"I don't know." She raised the knife in her hand and glanced over, "I probably won't survive."
They gathered around and looked at the strange blade. There is no such thing in the world - this mottled and spreading pattern that looks like oil stains, this uneven blade with blue luster like lava, this visible killing intent that is almost enough to distort space... absolutely It is not a weapon that humans can forge.
This is... Shura's creation.
Dai Luan couldn't help but lift up Duan Chenhuan and compare it.
They are all so bumpy. At first glance, even the lengths are different and they are not similar in appearance. The long sword is like a solidified glacier, but the short sword is like a flowing volcano. But upon closer inspection, there is an indescribable "expression". The expressions belonging to the weapons are the same, and they reveal a very similar temperament. However, Duan Chenhuan froze, solidified, and stored the harsh murderous intent forever.
It is rumored that Mizumu-kun made a semi-finished product based on this - is what he sees the weapon itself, or the "soul" of the weapon? Nobody knows. If you want to ask, you can only ask about the sword that lives in the world.
And the sword would not answer.
They didn't have much time to appreciate the demon knife, because a large amount of debris and dust waves brought by the landslide rolled down, intending to engulf everything. Tang Huailan walked over, holding Tang He's broken horizontal sword and sheath in his hand. The cross section of the knife is very smooth. Trembling, her steps stumbled, and every cough was accompanied by drops of blood. Mo Liang also looked bad, and Mu Wan lent the Tengu to them and left first. Shan Hai tried to lift Shi Wuqi up, but he pushed him away, waving his hands and saying that he could still walk.
They also noticed that at some point, Lord Kotsutsuki disappeared.
"They are on their way here." Xiao was talking about the disciples of the Xue Yan Sect, "but there are some remnants in the Zuoji Sect, and they are fighting with them. Furthermore... the forest fire continues to spread, and they are somewhat short of manpower."
"It doesn't matter." Mu Wan said as he ran, "This is also our business. It would be best not to implicate them."
"I'm sorry that I can't interfere." Xiao floated parallel to her side, "There are six impermanences that are blocking it. If I intervene in your dispute, I'm afraid it will bring disadvantages to the Snow Inkstone Sect."
"You have been of great help." Shan Hai took over.
It can't be called a hasty escape, but their current situation is really embarrassing. Everyone's physical abilities were so poor that there were times when large falling rocks were about to hit them. Relying on their respective martial arts skills, several people escaped death and soon met up with Xi Yu who led the reinforcements. Only she knows the shortest way to Xueyanchi.
But today, this landscape no longer exists.
It doesn't matter - it's a great blessing that my friend returned safely. Standing on the high platform of Ping An, Xi Yu looked at Dai Luan with disheveled hair and blood all over her body. She rushed up to hug her and cried bitterly. Some of the disciples who arrived were taking care of the wounded, some were looking at the dislocated and collapsing mountain with sad faces, and many more showed an indescribable surprise.
"It's okay." Dai Luan patted Xi Yu's back, like a big sister coaxing a child, "Everything is fine."
"Where's Mo, Mo Liang..." She was twitching, unable to speak clearly.
"Look over there."
Dai Luan pointed at the long white shadow in the sky. The disciples took a few steps back to make a large space for them to land here. The three of them hugged each other, crying and laughing. Shanhai looked at them, rarely showing a faint smile, but it quickly disappeared like melting snow. He glanced at Shi Wuqi. Although there were still many unresolved problems, at least the matter of the soul-returning incense was finally over.
"hiss."
The little girl who was helping Wuqi apply the medicine stopped when he gasped for air, and comforted: "This medicine just stings a little, but the wound heals quickly, so you can just bear it and get over it!"
"Um...thank you."
Was he someone who could express his sincere gratitude like this before? Shan Hai can’t remember a little bit.
Huailan, who got off the Tengu's back, staggered like a child just learning to walk. Her injuries were serious, and the disciple in charge of medical treatment immediately called for more people to come. She just shook her head and waved her hand, telling them not to make such a big fuss.
Mu Wan stepped forward, but before she could think of what to say, Huailan pointed his broken sword at her hand.
"you……"
Mu Wan raised his hand and suddenly found that at some point, his hand and the handle of the Demon-Sealing Blade were stuck together. Both her hands and the knife were covered with a thin layer of frost and snow. However, she couldn't take her hands off it.
At this time, I settled down, and a feeling gradually became clear in my heart. Maybe it had been like this from the beginning, but Mu Wan only noticed it now - there was a dull pain in the back of her neck, like a low-temperature iron pressing on it, and she could even feel the pain.
Is it the scar of "sin karma"?
She finally realized one fact: Tang He was dead.
And she killed someone.
"Where is the sword sheathed?"
Shanhai looked over from behind.
So Mu Wan did so. She picked up the scabbard with her left hand and poked the strange blade back with her right hand. When the sword and scabbard were closed, it returned to its tight fitting state again. Those runes, paper talismans and bandages all returned to their places in an instant, no different from the past, almost like a dream.
but……
They lowered their heads and saw a layer of blue-white frost and snow slowly blooming from Mu Wan's feet. It continues to spread, to grow, to invade new lands.
"Liangqiu!"
More people are coming here. The first person was Chili, who was full of anxiety. Her clothes were torn and her body and face were dirty. She must have been disturbed by the wildfire. Before she could step forward, another "outsider" voice broke in here first.
"Hahahaha...hahahahaha, you took it out, hahaha..."
"who?!"
"Liangqiu! Get out of the way!"
"You actually did it, you actually... deserved to be his disciple. It's really surprising - no, it's not surprising, it's only natural... Hahahaha! I'm so grateful to you, really, really... …”
Chili and other disciples still wanted to move forward, but suddenly a row of ice spikes rose from the frosty surface, blocking their steps. Mu Wan's relaxed senses became alert again, even though her body was already exhausted. Shi Wuqi seemed to want to rush up and push her away, but his feet were frozen by the frost spreading from Mu Wan, and his legs were firmly fixed in place.
Mu Wan suddenly turned around and saw Lord Shuangyue's twisted face, which was almost bursting into tears from laughter.
Is...when?
Isn't this a cliff?
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