Although it’s unclear, it seems now that the mask was carved by Lintaki.
Zhuoyue knew the relationship between his master and his predecessor Shuizhu, but he also understood that this matter must not be revealed to the ghost opposite!
hateful!
Zhuo Yue's expression was ferocious, anger welled up in his heart, and veins spread down his neck.
--master! you…!
Recalling Ji Goro's concern for Zenitsu in the Butterfly House, as well as his various scoldings to himself.
A flame of jealousy and anger rose up in his heart, making Zhuo Yue's already twisted heart even more ferocious.
——Give yourself this mask…
His eyes became increasingly fierce.
——Do you want to kill me? !
Why!
The lowered right hand gradually tightened, until it turned white when pinched hard.
Obviously...I respect you so much...!
In a trance.
Yue Yue seemed to have seen the happy smiles of Zenitsu and Ji Wulang.
Do you not want to let yourself... learn the true inheritance of Breath of Thunder...?
Anger welled up in him.
"Hey!" He spat hard, turned his head, and muttered through gritted teeth: "You old fool."
Thinking of this.
tread!
Zhuo Yue stepped on the ground suddenly, looked at the hand ghost behind him who retracted his arm, and took a deep breath:
"I don't!"
"I don't know what bullshit you are talking about!"
Zhuo Yue almost roared from his throat. After he finished shouting, sweat flowed down with the rhythm of his breathing.
really.
The hand ghost, who was slowly approaching, stopped in his tracks.
The hand ghost was stunned for a moment, and then a look of interest appeared on his face.
He smiled softly and strangely.
"That's right, kid."
Raising his bright yellow eyes that reflected the greasy luster, Hand Ghost bent his eyes and looked at Yuyue:
"Say it again."
"...What?" Zhuo Yue frowned. The blood loss in his left arm made him weak, and he staggered back slightly.
"...Bullshit Lintaki." The hand ghost seemed to be suppressing his smile, and his voice trembled.
See this.
Yue Yue's breathing slowed down, a glimmer of hope shone in his eyes, and he tentatively shouted:
"Shit Lintaki!"
"Hey hehe..."
Seeing the extremely happy look on the hand ghost's face, Zhuo Yue looked slightly behind him - that was the wisteria forest that was approaching:
"Damn it!"
"Lin Taki who suffered a thousand cuts!"
"Not bad…"
Just when he was about to shout a few words again to attract the attention of the hand ghost.
tread!
The ground shook violently.
"I admit that you are the first fox kid who can slander his master like this."
"A guy with a unique personality, maybe... you are very popular with that guy Lintaki, right?"
"I haven't seen the little fox in years..."
The hand ghost's twitching eyes suddenly became more excited and happy. Several arms on his body were balled up, and the other fingers covered his mouth as if shyly:
"Then...if I kill you, how sad will Lintaki be...?"
Think of this.
The hand ghost laughed strangely again.
As for what Yue Yue said.
Why did he kill the man wearing the mask? Why didn't he recognize Lintaki?
——He didn’t believe a word.
But...listening to Linlong's disciples scolding Linlong, Hand Ghost was in a pretty good mood at the moment.
Uh-huh!
Almost instantly.
Several arms erupted and extended, breaking through the air! Rushed in front of Zhuo Yue!
"…hateful!"
Without enough time to think, Zhuo Yue suddenly turned around and took a deep breath:
"hiss--!"
[Thunder Breath·Two Types·Rice Soul]!
Swish, swish, swish! !
The Nichirin sword in his hand was swung rapidly! Five slashes that looked like black lightning flashed through the air quickly!
Pong!
Bright sparks bloomed where the Nichirin Blade touched the cyan arm, and the powerful force caused the blade to bounce away!
A huge rebound force came from the blade, which immediately made Zhuoyue's mouth numb!
He tightened his grip on the handle of the knife.
In an instant.
Creak——
The harsh sound of iron pieces sounded, and Zhuo Yue turned his head to look at the Sun Lun Dao in his hand in disbelief.
next moment.
With a crisp sound.
My hands were suddenly empty!
Pong!
The dark Sun Blade with a golden thunderbolt pattern in the middle was suddenly broken into two pieces horizontally!
Bits of fragments reflecting moonlight bloom in the sky!
——Are you going to... die?
Zhuo Yue stared blankly at the half of the sun blade flying into the air, as well as the remaining half in his hand.
——Obviously... just a little bit...
In the peripheral vision, the purple wisteria flowers were already behind me.
next moment!
The huge cyan fist suddenly attacked Zhuo Yue!
boom!
It hit Hongyue hard on the chest, who couldn't react!
"Pfft!" A mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out from Zhuo Yue's mouth, and majestic power instantly poured into his body.
Whoosh——
Like a kite with its string broken, it flew straight backwards!
After staggering and hitting the ground twice, Zhuo Yue fell heavily to the ground.
His eyes turned white, his head tilted, and he passed out.
From the lapel of his clothes, wisteria flowers falling with specks of ashes belonging to ghosts fell out.
…
not far away.
The hand ghost looked at his retracted fist with a gloomy expression.
Smoke was rising from it, and the top of the fist had dimly turned into ashes.
His punch was originally intended to punch through the kid.
His face darkened.
He turned to look at Yue Yue, who was punched into the wisteria forest by his own punch.
——Why would someone bring wisteria flowers to take the assessment?
…
a long time.
Lying in the wisteria forest, Yue Yue opened his eyes with difficulty.
He looked at the purple in front of him, his mind a little dazed.
After reluctantly standing up with the help of a broken knife, Zhu Yue raised his head and looked outside the wisteria forest.
The hand ghost has long since disappeared.
"Ahem...ha...ha..."
Zhuo Yue was breathing heavily, blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were blurred, and his brain was not very clear.
Almost subconsciously, with a will to survive, he turned around and staggered down the mountain.
In his mouth, he murmured unconsciously.
"I... survived..."
"killed…"
"Take... you..."
…
It was just getting dark now.
The night is still long.
…
…
Time passes gradually.
The moon gradually moved across the sky.
About five hours passed.
A town somewhere.
tread.
The pink figure landed on the roof. He subconsciously squatted down to relieve his strength, and then slowly stood up.
"Hey!" His face was full of anger.
The pale moonlight illuminated his faintly blue complexion.
Yiwozuo punched the roof beneath him, venting his inner dissatisfaction.
In the past few days, he has not been at the station.
After Yuhu's death, the information about the location was completely cut off.
He searched for several days but found nothing!
He couldn't find the guy who killed the first stringer!
"...Damn guy!!" Yiwozuo gritted his teeth and squeezed out the syllables from the depths of his throat, and he jumped off the roof with great anger.
Snap.
He landed on the street.
This is not his station yet, he is just passing through this town on his way to the station.
Just as Yi Wozuo stood up and prepared to move forward again.
Snap, snap.
A certain figure was dressed in black, his upper body was almost soaked with blood, and he was staggering forward with a broken knife to support him.
Walked this way from the other end of the street.
(End of chapter)
