Lianxue held Yiwozuo's arm tightly with both hands. She was a little confused in her heart, and the thoughts in her mind became clearer.
——When I caught Mr. Komaji, something seemed to be different.
——But...I don't have much time...
Lianxue thought nervously.
She had the instinct to go to heaven, but she stayed in the other world until now.
She didn't know how long she could stay in this state, and it was only by mistake that she came to Komaji now.
You must make good use of this time...!
Where she didn't notice, dots of cherry-pink light lit up from Yiwozuo's arms, floating and clinging to her body.
Renxue raised her head and looked at Komaji worriedly, she pursed her lips slightly.
Her face turned red, but she keenly caught the subtle emotional changes in Komaji's eyes.
See this.
Snap.
She quickly reached out and tugged on Komaji's shirt. Renxue was a little anxious and exhorted in an expectant tone:
"Mr. Komaji, it's agreed."
Lianxue's illusory palm interlocked with Yi Wozuo's stiff hand, and she clenched slightly:
"From now on, don't hurt others again."
Yiwozu choked his neck, his eyes trembling, confusion and tangled emotions flashing in his eyes.
At this moment, he is still in a confused state, perhaps because he has not encountered a life or death crisis.
The memories in my mind are blurry.
At this moment, he finally knew who the person in front of him was.
——Lian Xue.
But in addition to understanding that she is very important to him, and probably understanding how terrible the things he once did when he became a ghost were.
I can't remember anything else.
I remembered it, but not completely.
I don’t know why I suddenly remembered those things just now.
But looking at Lianxue's nervous look.
He nodded instinctively:
"Um."
"I can't eat people anymore." Lianxue raised a finger and said in a tone that she could not refuse.
"Um."
"It's not okay to ask others to become ghosts. Others will be troubled." She raised her head, closed her eyes, and nodded her head in a preaching manner.
"Yeah." Komaji's pink eyelashes narrowed slightly, he nodded his head, holding Lianxue's palm with both hands:
"It's all up to you."
"…Eh."
Seeing Komaji all nodding in agreement.
It seems that... I got a little carried away...
Lianxue was startled for a moment, sweat appeared on her forehead, her cheeks were slightly red, she quickly lowered her head again, and thought with evasive eyes:
"That...and, and..."
behind.
Snap.
When Tanjuro landed on the street, he looked towards the Yiwozao at the other end of the street.
All I could see was that Yiwozuo stretched out his arm in the air, holding something.
With his back turned to himself, his side face looked peaceful and smiling, and he nodded slowly towards the darkness in front of him.
See this.
Click.
Slowly take the wedge pill back to your waist.
Tanjuro straightened up and looked at the front of the street with intriguing eyes.
It seemed that there was no need for him to persuade Yi Wo Zuo.
at the same time,
"Huh." As if hearing the sound of the ground falling behind him, Yiwozuo's ears twitched twice:
"...still there."
Yiwozao suddenly turned his head and glanced at Tanjuro warily.
He is a ghost, and the person opposite is a ghost hunter.
I have not forgotten that this guy killed the first one on the string.
After calming down, Yiwozuo understood that he, who was only on the second string, might not be his opponent at this moment.
Lianxue's current state is a little unclear, but now, it's best to stay away from these guys.
Xukong held Lianxue's hand, and Yiwozuo cautiously took two steps back. He was about to turn around and leave directly.
tread.
correct.
Yiwozao seemed to have remembered something. He looked at Tanjuro and asked in a loud voice:
"Hey! Ghost Hunter!"
Tanjuro met Yiwozao's eyes, and his eyes stayed on Yiwozao's right hand that looked like it was holding someone.
Although he couldn't see it, he still tried his best to picture Yiwozuo holding Lianxue.
Then, he raised his hand and said hello to "Lian Xue" with a smile.
He lowered his arms and his expression returned to calm.
That potion may induce hallucinations, imagination, and self-soothing...
But in this world, the soul after death is real.
What exactly appeared there, no one could tell.
Then, Yiwozuo’s voice came from across the street again:
"May I have your name--?"
Hear the words.
The corners of Tanjuro's mouth twitched slightly with imperceptible traces.
——Why do these top stringers always like to ask questions like this?
But he just thought about it secretly in his heart, and Tanjuro didn't make any move.
"Kamado Tanjuro."
He spoke softly towards the Yiwozao across the street.
I believe that with the ghost's hearing, I can clearly hear what I am saying across the street even without shouting.
And across the street.
From a distance, Yiwozao saw Tanjuro's mouth seem to move twice, and he frowned.
He poked his head in confusion:
"Zao...what Juro...?"
"…never mind."
After noticing that Tanjuro stopped talking, he frowned, didn't dwell on anything, turned around and shouted:
"My name is..." When Yiwozuo shouted, he suddenly paused hesitantly.
He has not yet been able to remember all his memories as a human being. For him at this moment, regardless of the meaning, perhaps he himself is the least important thing.
And my own name is just a thing collecting dust in every corner.
"...It's Komaji." Lianxue stood on tiptoes and reminded him softly in his ear.
"——Komaji! Remember, Kajuro!"
He quickly picked up and shouted in response.
Then, he turned around and stepped away without a care.
It's just that the speed of turning around is too fast, giving people the feeling of wanting to escape quickly.
Yiwozuo observed Lianxue's condition next to him, holding her hand tightly and not daring to let go.
This illusory appearance seems to be lost if you are not careful.
He stretched out his other hand and tentatively touched Lianxue's head.
After confirming that it can be touched.
then.
Lianxue blushed with embarrassment and looked cautious.
"Hold tight, let's go." Yiwozuo held Lianxue sideways in his arms, with his knees slightly bent, and his sprint direction was aimed at the mountain in the distance.
"Yes." Lianxue's voice was soft, her arms wrapped around Yiwozuo's neck, her head buried in her arms, and she nodded slightly.
Yiwozuo kicked the ground slightly with the soles of his feet.
next moment.
boom! !
A crater was blown up on the spot, and he flew straight away from here like a bursting cannonball.
…
street.
Tanjuro squinted his eyes and observed the direction in which Yiwozao was moving away, but made no move to stop him.
beside.
Snap.
"Aren't we going to chase him? Mr. Kamado!"
Purgatory Anjuro jumped off the roof at a trot. He stood beside Tanjuro and asked loudly:
"The winding ghost is running away!"
boom! Wei Mingyu also jumped down, and he also had the same question.
"This result...is it a success..."
With a low voice, Mingyu asked Tanjuro, and the huge bolas had been placed under the monk's robe.
What he questioned was the plan to instigate rebellion.
Wei Mingyu clasped his hands together and started to twist the Buddhist beads he took out from somewhere.
"Well, although there are some differences in the middle, the result is pretty much what I imagined." Tanjuro observed and nodded slightly:
"Use the clear vision to see where he is going."
Hear the words.
Wei Mingyu was stunned for a moment. He slowly raised his head, his white eyes faintly reflecting the appearance of the distant mountain peaks.
After his "eyesight" came into contact with a figure that was traveling through the mountains and forests at high speed.
Snap.
The beads in his hand stopped slightly.
"This is…"
…
…
Valley.
The afterimage of Yiwo sitting in mid-air streaked across the woods.
The scenery on both sides receded rapidly.
Whoosh—bang! !
He thrust his feet forward and slammed into the ground, his legs digging into the mud.
The powerful sprint was difficult to stop. After plowing two deep marks on the mountainside, Yiwozuo could barely stabilize his body.
Memories from when he was a human continue to flicker, and incomplete memories gradually emerge.
Yiwozuo pulled his legs out of the pit and stood on the mountain, holding Lianxue in his hands.
Feel the memories gradually connecting in your mind.
He murmured:
"What...what do I do now?"
The person I once wanted to protect has long since died.
What Lianxue said was right, there was no point in getting stronger.
Even now.
Hei Shimo, whom he once wanted to challenge.
Also died in...
tread--
Tap tap tap! !
When Yiwozuo was lowering his head, immersed in his own mind.
A rush of footsteps passed by his ears.
tread!
In the dim field of vision, a foot wearing wooden clogs and tied with a straw rope suddenly appeared.
--foot?
Due to the rapid running, the hem of the visitor's clothes was raised slightly, and the soles of his feet were firmly planted on a huge stone in front of Yiwo Zuo.
The black and loose hakama hung down, and the scabbard tied to his waist could barely be seen with his lowered vision.
His originally dazed eyes were focused on this very solemn and strict warrior costume.
--This is…
Yiwozuo was stunned.
The memory of the meeting in the city with warm-colored lights once overlapped infinitely with the half of the body in front of me under the pale moonlight.
Among all the ghosts he knew, there was only one guy who dressed so solemnly!
Hesitating, he slowly raised his head stiffly and looked up at the owner of his feet.
until--
Lift your head completely.
He looked at the six golden eyes with his back to the bright moon and the backlight.
Yiwozuo's pupils suddenly shrank, and a chill behind him quickly climbed up his spine!
Gritting his teeth and trembling involuntarily, he shouted:
"——Winding one?!!"
Under the moonlight.
The shadows of the trees are dancing.
Jiguo Yansheng was wearing a snake-patterned haori, his palm rested casually on the handle of the sword at his waist, and he stood condescendingly on the rock.
The bright moon appeared in the exposed gap in the woods, just above Jiguo Yansheng.
His six eyes looked down at Yi Wo Zuo.
With a calm tone, Jiguo Yansheng Youyou said:
"Yi Wo Zuo... you..."
But he was interrupted loudly and rudely by Yiwozuo.
"Didn't you die a long time ago?!"
Yiwozuo hid Lianxue behind him, raised his head, opened his mouth in great surprise, and shouted:
"Why are you still here!?"
As he spoke, he hesitantly looked at Lianxue behind him.
Speaking of which, Lianxue seems to be the same...
Looking at Lianxue looking confused and innocent.
Yiwozuo turned around decisively.
Lianxue is different! She is special!
——How can that guy with six eyes be compared to Lianxue? !
Hear the words.
Jiguo Yansheng, who was still in a slightly comfortable mood, suddenly turned gloomy. He listened to Yiwozuo's continuous words and was silent for a while.
Click.
His hand slightly grasped the handle of the knife at his waist, and he said in a deep voice:
"When did I say...I'm dead...?"
Seeing the dead Jiguo Yansheng speak, Yiwozuo subconsciously took two steps back and stared at the other person with vigilant eyes:
“…last winding session.”
"The winding meeting...?" Jiguo Yansheng slowly closed his upper and lower eyes. He was already familiar with seeing people with two eyes. He opened six eyes and felt a little uncomfortable.
"That's right."
Yiwozuo nodded and slowly backed away. He was already close to the edge of the dense forest behind him:
"Wuxianda...Wuxian said."
Click——
Jiguo Yansheng raised his gloomy and dark face, the blade at his waist had been unsheathed, and the smooth blade reflected the appearance of Yiwozuo.
“Yiwo seat…”
His voice was low and slow, but there was no doubt:
"Anyway, the result has been decided..."
Jiguo Yansheng held a test tube in his other hand.
The test tube was not filled with any previous liquid.
It was the medicine that Jushi developed through the blood of Jiguo Yansheng - a more efficient medicine to escape the control of ghosts.
It's infinitely more efficient than Zhu Shi himself who spent hundreds of years to successfully catalyze Yushiro's case.
squeak--!
Jiguo Iwakatsu completely drew out the blade of the sword and stood it upright in front of him, covering half of his face and looking directly at him.
But it looks extremely gloomy:
"Let me see if you have made any progress..."
…
…
at the same time.
In the infinite city.
Wow——
Wooden buildings float in the air, crossing each other.
Warm light overlaps with the movement of the building.
On a platform somewhere.
"...Yiwo seat." Wu Kuan suddenly opened his scarlet eyes. He was lying flat on the wooden board.
Look straight up.
Just now.
Yiwozuo called him by his name.
Uh-huh!
Wu Kuai sat up immediately, his expression calm, and his eyes slowly moved to the side:
"Ningnu, spread your vision to Yiwo..."
"etc."
His pupils narrowed and he hesitated.
In Wuxian's heart, among all the strings, the most loyal and power-hungry is Yi Wo Zuo.
If he hadn't encountered something helpless, Wu Pei wouldn't believe that Yi Wo Zuo would call him by his first name.
What did I encounter...
Muzan was startled. He turned his head suddenly, looked in the direction of Naru, and quickly stretched out his arms and shouted:
"Ningnu! Send the message back to Yiwozuo..."
His shouting voice stopped abruptly before it echoed once in Infinite City.
Wuhan's expression froze in place, and he kept his hand out without moving.
Narume glanced at Muzan in confusion, her hand placed on the lute in her arms.
Bang!
Bounced.
then.
"Poof!" Naru vomited out a mouthful of blood. She once again failed to find traces of Yiwozao among the huge ghosts.
Yiwozuo - disconnected from Wuxian.
soon.
Wuxian's eyes were blank, and he slowly retracted his open palm.
Slowly, as if his body was decaying, he lay back on the wooden board stiffly.
He lay flat on his back, folding his hands and placing them on his chest.
The color on his body seemed to have faded away.
So, Wu Kai slowly closed his eyes.
This time, he no longer even had the intention to take a look.
(End of chapter)
