In a brightly lit space.
Creaking…
The sound of the wooden room colliding, opening and closing, accompanied by the whistling wind, continued to circulate.
Several long rooms move slowly in the endless space, and the layout of the rooms is changing every moment.
Warm light fills the entire space, with floors and shops crisscrossing and randomly placed in mid-air.
At a glance, it is impossible to tell the up, down, left and right of the entire space.
——Infinite City.
"Dang Rang!" A crisp pipa sound sounded, and I looked along the sound.
In the center of the entire space, a woman in a black kimono with long hair covering her face was sitting there holding a lute.
As the pipa strings beat in her hand, the layout of the entire space seems to be changing.
"Dang!" She touched the strings with her fingers.
Uh-huh!
The afterimage flickered, and a black figure suddenly appeared in the center of the space, and quickly crashed down diagonally.
Whoosh-bang...bang!
The figure stumbled suddenly and hit a wooden floor.
But it seemed that the impact was too great, so he rolled on the platform and bounced up again like water.
boom!
After smashing the second floor, the black figure knelt on the platform and spit out a large mouthful of blood:
"Pfft...!"
The black suit on Wuhan's body was in tatters.
He knelt on the floor, supporting his body with both hands. His body was trembling, and his neck was spasming up and down:
"Gu... vomit! Gu..."
Large mouthfuls of blood poured out from his mouth. He tried to cover his mouth with his hands, but the thick blood still spurted out from between his fingers.
Snap, snap, snap.
Drops fell on the floor where the wood chips were flying after being hit.
"Huh..." Wu Mei gasped for breath, the veins were densely concentrated in his neck, and his abdomen kept spasming, making him uncomfortable for a while.
Raising his hand, he looked at the injury on his hand.
The bluish skin is thin and transparent, tightly sticking to the muscles on the back of the hand, and the blue veins spread along the incision on the wrist.
The hand and wrist are almost completely separated, with only a bit of skin connecting the two.
The charred wound was faintly red and had obviously been carbonized.
"Bah..." Waves of white smoke were filling the air from his wrists. Although his body kept trying to recover, it didn't seem to have much effect.
There was the same wound on the abdomen, but it was much shallower than the one on the wrist, but it also hurt the internal organs.
Wu Kuai stared at his wounds, his face gradually darkened.
The veins slowly popped out.
Creaking…
Wuhan's face was ferocious, with sharp fangs exposed due to rage, veins concentrated around his eyes, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot:
"Ming!! Female!!" He bent down, opened his mouth, and roared hysterically.
boom!
Suddenly, a powerful pressure caused by anger once again crushed the surrounding wooden rooms.
Dust mist poured out along with sawdust.
"puff!"
Naru Nu sat on the high platform, her hand holding the lute began to tremble violently, and dense veins suddenly appeared on the lower half of her face.
"Gu..." She remained silent, biting the corners of her mouth, her purple chin already covered with blood spilling from her mouth.
The one eye hidden under the long black hair was full of fear and confusion.
——She has never seen this adult so angry and panicked.
——That intense fear even affected me through the blood vessels!
——Even if the hatred and anger are not directed at oneself, but...
Narume's one eye suddenly widened!
——I can hardly bear it anymore!
Naru Nu choked her neck, trying hard to swallow the blood pouring out of her mouth, her veins spasming.
But after staying with Muzan for a long time, Naru Nu also knew how to continue to survive.
She immediately shielded her heart and stopped thinking about it.
Snap, snap.
Wu Kuai stepped on the sticky and necrotic blood and slowly walked out of the dust and mist. His face was gloomy and his tone was suppressed with strong anger:
"…Call Hei Simo over here!!"
He covered his arm, which was covered with tiny, charred wounds.
The moment Wu Mei succeeded in splitting and escaping, he knew clearly.
Although there were not many injured places, the places where they were chopped were basically the same as they were 300 years ago.
- Difficult to recover.
Just when Wuhan was having his inner review.
"Clang!"
Naruto was trembling all over. She tried her best to raise her right hand, which was almost unconscious, and stroked it lightly on the strings.
Then, he dropped his arms powerlessly, tilted his head, and passed out.
then.
In front of Wuhan who was walking out of the dust mist.
Uh-huh!
A man who was sitting on his knees, with a sword made of flesh and blood tied to his waist, and wearing a purple snake-patterned feather fabric, appeared in front of Wuhan.
He didn't react to the sudden change in the environment, but slowly and calmly raised his head.
Facing Wuhan, he slowly opened the six slightly tilted eyes that almost filled the entire face, with the tip of the nose as the center - red sclera and golden pupils.
The same dark red ferocious markings were twisting and climbing on its face.
In the two golden pupils in the center, black words like this appeared:
【Winding】【One】
——[Wind String One] Black Death Mou.
Among all the ghosts, the one whose strength is second only to Mu Ke.
"...Lord Wumei." Hei Shimo's tone was calm and slow. I don't know if it was because he had been a ghost for too long or for other reasons.
After shouting, Hei Shimo stopped talking and looked at Wuhan, waiting for the other party's reply.
At the same time, he also noticed Wu Kai's arm that had not healed for a long time, as well as the dilapidated and messy suit.
Wu Kuai stared at Hei Shimo, his face was gloomy, his scarlet pupils looked down at him condescendingly, his tone was quite cold:
"...Black Death Mou."
He read almost word for word:
"Three hundred years ago."
After hearing about this special time three hundred years ago, Hei Shimo's eyes fluctuated slightly, as if he had thrown a stone into a calm lake.
Wu Mei's deep and cold voice continued to sound in Infinite City:
"You did kill all the swordsmen who knew the Breath of the Sun, right?"
Hei Shimo heard the words and lowered his head slightly. His long dark red hair was tied into a high ponytail and hung behind his head. He did not look at Wuxian and spoke in a low voice:
"…Indeed."
When Hei Shimo was talking, Wu Mei stared at him, feeling the emotions and thoughts in the other person's heart through his blood.
Hei Shimo remained kneeling with his head bowed and did not speak.
"Then..." Wu Mei's tone fluctuated, and his voice gradually became louder, even containing anger. He raised his almost broken right hand:
"What's this?!"
Hei Shimo slowly raised his head and looked at Wu Mei's broken arm.
The six eyes reflected the burnt red and shiny wound, as well as the many strands of bright red flesh that tried to heal but failed repeatedly.
--…This is!
Hei Shimo's pupils shrank. For the first time in three hundred years, his emotions showed obvious fluctuations, and the memories that were almost hidden deep in his heart surged out.
An inexplicable anxiety spurted out from his internal organs and went straight to the top of his head.
He bowed his head slightly again:
"...Subordinate...I don't know."
