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On the ruins of the broken roof.
Purgatory Makijuro raised the Nichirin Sword in his hand, looked at the other two people, and explained:
"Mailing Island, Zaomen."
"I am the only one holding the Nichirin Sword now."
His eyes looked at the Kakimaru in Tanjuro's hand and the hand of Bei Mingyu that only held the Buddhist beads.
The Sun Wheel Sword of Ming Ming Island is a broad ax and a meteor hammer connected by a long chain. Its forging process is extremely complicated.
Therefore, the sword is usually forged by the most skilled village chief in the sword-forging village.
This time, Mingyu Xingming came in person to retrieve the forged Sun Lun Sword.
"so."
Purgatory Makijuro said hoarsely. He patted the dust on his gradient uniform and stared at the direction in which Yuhu fled:
"I'll go after him first, you guys get the Nichirin Sword, and you'll catch up later."
Ming Yu Xingming clasped his hands together, clenched the heavy Buddha beads he held tightly, and shed tears:
"What Mr. Makijuro said is absolutely true."
There was no hint of surprise in his tone that Makijuro had started hunting ghosts again.
Tanjuro stood in the dust, looking sideways at Makijuro.
His eyes slowly moved to the pitted Nichirin sword in his hand.
——This knife... won't last long.
Just when he was about to refuse Makijuro's proposal, he suddenly looked in another direction and frowned slightly.
Uh-huh!
In the field of vision, a black figure flashed in the corner.
Thinking of the appearance of the jade pot before, the figure of the second ghost gradually appeared in Tanjuro's mind.
Snapped!
Tanjuro patted Makijuro on the shoulder, his tone serious and sincere:
"We'll catch up soon."
When Makijuro heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly. He heard the meaning of Tanjuro's sentence:
"...I'm not that weak yet."
After saying that, he sighed softly, and then jumped down from the second floor.
Snap.
Turning around, carrying the Nichirin sword with the blade missing, Purgatory Makijuro frowned and looked into the distance along the street.
"whispering sound."
Seeing this, Purgatory Masakiro's face darkened slightly, and he clicked his tongue. The vicissitudes of life after decadence made him a little more violent:
"...Provocative?"
The direction Makijuro was looking at.
on the street.
——The porcelain pots are neatly arranged and stored one hundred meters apart.
Like an arrow, it pointed out the direction of Yuhu's escape.
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sentry pavilion.
"Dang! Dang! Dang!"
The man wearing the Fire Man mask looked anxious. He vigorously shook the big clock used for communication on the sentry box, and the dull echo quickly spread to the entire village.
He took out a cone-shaped loudspeaker, stood in a tall sentry box, and shouted towards the street:
"A ghost is attacking the village——!!"
"Everyone--!!"
…
Not long after Makijuro left alone.
On the ruins of the roof.
Listen to the rustling sounds of movement coming from the ruins.
Tanjuro and Beimingyu stood there and did not move.
At this time.
"Mr. Beimingyu." Tanjuro suddenly spoke and shouted to the tall Beimingyu next to him.
"Yes." Wei Mingyu Xingming plucked the Buddhist beads in his hand and nodded slightly.
next moment.
Uh-huh!
The two people's movements turned into afterimages, and they instantly launched an attack towards the corridor covered by ruins behind them!
boom! !
As the prayer beads and wedge pills hit the same position together.
"Alas!!"
A very fast black shadow jumped out from the location where the ruins were hit. He quickly climbed on the wall of a nearby house, his body stooped.
He staggered and hid behind the wall, slightly sticking his head out, his dark red eyes seemed to be staring at the position here.
White ferocious horns protrude from both sides of the forehead, and in the middle is an unusually large tumor covered with blood vessels.
The figure was crouching behind the wall, its sharp claws embedded in the wall, shivering, and muttering to itself in a trembling voice:
"…terrible, extremely terrible."
"Three people...the number of pillars...there are three people."
He stretched out his wrinkled fingers and shook them in front of him tremblingly.
"...Yuhu...the intelligence information you gave is wrong...!"
opposite.
On the ruins.
Tanjuro turned around and looked at the Hantengu who was running away very fast.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the posture bar above the dog's head with some twitching in the corners of his eyes.
[Shangxian No. 3·Half-Tian Dog]
above the name.
Six red dots are tightly arranged.
——Half-Tengu has six stages.
ah.
So complicated.
Tanjuro sighed slightly inwardly, clenching the wedge pill in his hand tightly.
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at the same time.
the other side.
In the dark forest.
The father and son, wearing blue moiré blouses, were walking in the forest.
"Dad, brother, why are we here?"
Muichiro held a knife in both hands. He looked around timidly and quickly asked the two people walking in front of him:
"I've obviously never been here before." Muichiro's tone contained worry.
Although it was very close to home, they never came close to this area when chopping wood or practicing.
——Unfamiliar wilderness, and at night.
——This is quite dangerous!
Hearing this, Ichiro curled his lips, and the appearance of a certain six-eyed weirdo appeared in his mind, and he said angrily:
"Who knows!"
"whispering sound!"
Similarly, Ichiro also had a knife on his waist.
Tokito Yuirou walked in front of the two of them, holding his hand on the handle of the knife at his waist, listening to the conversation between his two sons, and smiled a little shamelessly:
"...Mr. Jiguo said it."
"What?" Wuichiro raised his head curiously and looked at his father: "Mr. Jiguo...what did you say?"
"Ah, I'll do this."
Ichiro said quickly, before his father could, he pretended to be serious and cleared his throat:
"Practice...enough..."
"It's time...for actual combat..."
After saying that, Ichiro coughed twice, as if the deep voice was too forced for him:
"Anyway, now it's some inexplicable actual combat."
Muichiro seemed to understand, and he nodded in confusion.
Actual combat?
He looked down at his palms, which were covered with friction marks.
…
The father and son walked another distance in the forest.
At this time.
"Brother! Dad! Look!"
Muichiro suddenly raised his hand, pointed forward to a clearing behind the bushes, and shouted in surprise:
"There's a pot over there!"
Hearing this, Ichiro looked in the direction of Muichiro's finger.
It was a clearing surrounded by woods and shrubs.
In the middle of the open space, there was a porcelain pot with the moonlight reflecting on its edge.
It’s just that the pot seems slightly asymmetrical.
After seeing clearly the pot that suddenly appeared in the open space, Ichiro's expression turned a little disgusting, and he frowned slightly.
"...What an ugly pot."
Almost at the end of Ichiro's words.
Boom! Boom!
The pot on the flat ground began to shake violently.
