In a dark room.
Hei Shimo was holding the child-sized dark red sleeves with slightly trembling hands. His six golden pupils reflected the dark red color of the worn clothes.
Most of the original maroon color of Xiaoxiu has faded, and now it can only be barely recognized.
Six pupils quickly scanned and observed, and the heart that had been silent for more than three hundred years once again began to fluctuate.
Following the country...Yuanyi...
"How can it be…"
His fingers caressed the clothes that seemed to fall apart easily.
After observing the blurred Warring States Period family crest following the country on clothing.
Hei Shimo was completely convinced that these were the clothes of his younger brother, Enichi Jiguo.
Hei Shimo stood silently in the room, his head lowered, and his six scarlet sclera eyes stared straight at Xiaoxiu.
A suffocating feeling suddenly surged from my heart to the top of my head.
Even breathing stopped.
Like a dead thing.
for a long time.
Hei Shimo's hoarse voice, talking to himself, slowly and increasingly tremblingly sounded:
"If...you...are still alive..."
"That…"
Hei Shimo slowly raised his head. He felt that the strong anxiety and frustration in his heart seemed to rub his internal organs into mud.
The six eyes with red sclera and golden pupils were exaggeratedly widened to their maximum size, and his tone of talking to himself became extremely hateful:
"I…"
"What does it mean to become a ghost..."
Creaking…
Veins gradually appeared in the hands holding Xiao Xiu. Hei Shimo looked straight in front of him, his hands tensing up and trembling uncontrollably with anger and jealousy.
There was a crisp sound of clothes tearing.
Bah!
The dark red shabby sleeves were completely turned into powder.
In the dark room, slowly drifting away.
Veins clung to his face, and the fangs belonging to ghosts slowly grew ferocious.
He only felt that he had perfected his breath to reach perfection in the three hundred years since he witnessed Yuanyi's death.
It's the first time it's so heavy.
…
Just when Hei Shimo stood in silence, his long-lonely heart kept thinking wildly.
rustle…
"...Hei Shimo...where are you now..."
rustle……
It was blurry, like a hoarse sound like black noise flickering across my mind.
It is without misfortune.
Hei Shimo raised his head. He did not answer, but waited silently for Wu Mei's next words.
"...Go to...Tokyo..."
"...the ghost of the waning moon...is there..."
Hei Shimo listened to Wu Kuai's hoarse and vague voice in his heart, and his mood was fluctuating. He actually felt quite irritated with Wu Kuai for a moment.
"Discover...Jiguoyuanyi..."
After hearing Wu Mei's words clearly.
……What?
Hei Shimo stood there, stunned for a while, and an unknown emotion quickly surged into his heart.
Then, his eyes trembled unnaturally.
Click.
His trembling hands tightly grasped the handle of the knife at his waist. Hei Shimo tensed up his emotions. He turned around hard and faced the door.
Creaking…
boom!
A loud noise came from the door.
The purple-black figure turned into an afterimage and flew away in the direction of the mountain in an instant.
Wow——! !
The trees along the way were all ripped apart by the powerful force, leaving them in a mess.
…
…
Tokyo.
Unlike the dark mountaintop, the environment here is quite bright.
However, the street lamps on the ground or the shops along the streets were all in a mess, as if they had been plowed over.
The smoke set off by the explosion spread into the dark night sky along with the firelight.
The other side of the street.
Rooftop terrace.
Pei Lang's eyes turned white. He twitched for a while before he realized what he was doing. His hand, which was distorted due to twitching, instantly returned to its original state.
"Ahem...ha..."
--Just now? Is it that adult's voice?
what did you say?
Suddenly, Pei Lang came back to his senses, and he suddenly realized.
——No, this is none of my business!
That's not what's important now!
Pei Lang was slightly panicked for a while, but he didn't care about it. He threw the gun on the ground and looked towards the place where Purgatory Anjuro was standing just now.
Because he had shot himself in the brain with a pistol many times before, Pei Lang's memory and thoughts had long been somewhat blurred.
At this moment, the only will in his mind was to take revenge on that ghost hunter!
But when he looked downstairs, at the street.
Two of the three ghost hunters standing there have disappeared!
Only a guy with pink hair was left standing there!
! ?
Disappeared!
Pei Lang stood up, his scarlet pupils quickly scanning the surroundings.
next moment.
In the field of vision, a red sharp blade stabbed from below!
"hiss--!!"
[Breath of Flame·One Type]
Uh-huh!
The tip of the knife wrapped in dazzling flames flashed in front of me in an instant!
【Shiranui】!
Poof!
The blade that struck in an instant struck hard on Pei Lang's arms that quickly reacted and raised up to block!
The sound of the blade entering flesh was heard, and blood splashed on Pei Lang's face with a ferocious smile. He opened his scarlet eyes wide and stared at Xingjulang who rushed from the street to the roof of the building.
Um?
Pei Lang narrowed his eyes slightly. He looked at Xingjulang who suddenly stabbed in front of him and slashed, with a trace of confusion on his face.
He then cut off his arms and quickly retreated.
Snap.
The blazing flames drew a trace on the dark roof. Infernal Anjuro stepped on the edge of the rooftop, and he stood firm.
Standing up straight, Anjuro quickly held the knife in front of him.
"Huh..." The white steam slowly dispersed from the corner of his mouth.
Purgatory Anjuro was staring at the numbers in Pei Lang's eyes, and the blood on his forehead had been temporarily stopped using breathing techniques.
Next two.
There are numbers in the eyes, one of the twelve ghost moons!
Xingshou Lang's thick black sword eyebrows raised slightly, and he became alert.
Poof!
Pei Lang jumped back a few steps. Veins popped up where his arms were broken. His muscles were tense and twitching, and a pair of arms quickly grew back.
Just now, he seemed to feel that this man with flaming hair looked a little different from what he remembered.
Well, whatever.
He was smiling ferociously, tugging on the white gloves that grew on his hands. His dark military coat fluttered in the wind, and he pointed at Anjuro:
"...I have never forgotten the humiliation you gave me!"
"It took me who knows how many years! I became stronger!"
His expression became crazy, and the ferocious wolf fangs on his face were slightly distorted:
"Now! I am already the Twelve Ghost Moon!"
Click!
Pei Lang took out a pistol from his military coat, pointed it at Xingshou Lang, and laughed arrogantly:
"Purgatory Makijuro! Today is the day...!"
"The day of my revenge!"
"Awakening! Practice..."
Pei Lang wasn't even halfway through his words yet.
tread!
A figure with dark red feathers appeared quietly behind Pei Lang.
The tip of the pitch-black sun blade stretched out from behind Pei Lang.
The tip of the knife was subconsciously aimed at the heart, but he hesitated for a moment.
Click!
The smooth blade made a horizontal stroke! He adjusted his direction and struck Pei Lang hard on the neck!
Poof!
The sound of the blade entering flesh suddenly came from the neck!
"!!" Pei Lang suddenly stopped speaking, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he stared at the Nichirin Sword with the blade already touching his neck!
Behind you? !
when? !
However, as a subordinate, Pei Lang, his survival instincts are more similar to that of that adult.
I didn't react mentally, but my body took action automatically:
[Vampire Art·Shadow Wolf]!
Paji...
Suddenly, the neck that had been slashed by the blade turned into a shadow! Narrow eyes opened in the dark shadows!
The blade struck into it, but it slowly sank as if it was stuck in a swamp!
Kamado Tanjuro was holding the handle of the sword and standing behind Pei Lang.
The expression was a little surprised.
