Next, Shen Er, what's your business?

Chapter 1032 The Successor of the Will

As if responding to Assassin's words, a crimson radiance like a branding iron streaked across the night sky and fell directly to the other end of the mountain.

There, a man and two women who had escaped from the clutches of the vampire were running as fast as they could, panting for breath, but no one cried out that they were tired, and no one stopped.

Because by stopping, it was a disappointment to that old man, the legendary swordsman who gave up his life so hard to get a second life.

The young man who was leading the way at the front suddenly raised his head, seemed to be aware of it, looked at the sky, and whispered: "Master?"

Then, Chihong fell from the sky and landed in the boy's hands impartially.

No need to look with eyes, just a touch between hands, the young man knew Chi Hong's real body.

That is what the master values ​​most, and it is called the forging hammer of a swordsmith's life. In the whole forging room, only this thing is the only thing that the master never allows him to touch.

But now, this forging hammer has been handed over to him, accompanied by weak words that penetrate the soul.

"The rest will be left to you. From today onwards, you will be Qianzi Muramasa, and you will complete the things that I have not had time to complete."

In an instant, the boy burst into tears.

Growing up in a closed environment since he was a child, the young man who had nothing but forging knives felt the heaviness of life and the inheritance of will for the first time.

For the first time, the innocent world in the boy's eyes was stained with gray, but this gray did not make the boy's world dim, but made this somewhat illusory world real.

Just like the words that the old people who have passed away often hang on their lips——

Burn the earth and smelt it into iron.

After hundreds of refinements, it becomes steel.

Forged with a thousand hammers, it becomes a famous knife!

From ore to famous sword needs countless tempering, and the same is true for people.

The teenager has now finally started the process of transforming from steel to knife, which is called maturity.

When he came back to his senses, he had unknowingly hung the forging hammer on his waist, while his feet were still moving forward mechanically, constantly moving forward.

"Big brother, are you alright?" Mina, who was lying on her mother's shoulder, pulled Shirou's collar, "Is it grandpa... It's all not good for Mina, if it wasn't for Mina, grandpa wouldn't meeting……"

"It's none of Mina's business." Shirou turned his head and tried to force a smile, "It's those monsters that are bad, and Master hasn't left yet, he's always with me."

The big rough hand held the hammer head.The originally dim forging hammer instantly burst into crimson light, like the flames in the forging furnace, quickly flowing into the young man's body.

That is the will of the old man that has not changed whether he lived or died, and it is also his final entrustment.

"Master's will will be inherited by me. From today onwards, I will be Qianzi Muramasa. I will forge a magic knife that cuts off fate, cuts off karma, and cuts off evil karma. I will use this knife to kill demons and demons!"

The boy's figure became taller in an instant, and his posture of holding the forging hammer was almost exactly the same as that of the old man.

This may be the so-called inheritance.

The master leaves hope to the disciples, and the disciples inherit the will of the master and continue to move forward.

This has been the case throughout the ages.

I will not stop, I will keep going.

For the first time in the boy's 17 years of life, he was so sad and so high-spirited.

As if infected by this will, Shiki, who had always been indifferent, was also inspired to fight. She patted the boy on the shoulder vigorously, and said:
"Okay, what you want is this momentum, and we will do our best to help you. You concentrate on forging the knife, and we concentrate on killing—Mina, remember what I told you once? About killing people."

"Remember. A person can only kill one person in a lifetime."

"That's right, a person can only bear the value of one person's life in a lifetime. If you kill others and use up your own death, you will never be able to kill yourself, nor will you be able to die as a person."

There was a trace of sadness in Shi Shi's dark eyes, which was an emotion that he didn't even show when he learned that Qianzi Village was passing away.

"But killing is different. No matter what the reason is, I just want to kill, just like I want to kill those monsters very much now. It has been a long time since I have such a strong killing urge."

The dry blood on the lips became moist again, because the tongue swept across the lips, and the magic knife "Bigan cut", which represented killing and death, trembled.

After two ceremonies, this woman who became more and more "normal" after becoming a mother finally regained the feeling she once had, the feeling of being a murderer.

The overly strong murderous aura made the newly appointed Qianzicunzheng shudder involuntarily, but the murderer's daughter was not affected by the murderous aura, and she put her hand on her chin and said, "The current big brother and mother can't do it." .”

"Then what to do?" asked Shiki, who had never had the majesty of a mother in this regard.

"Keep running, there seems to be a village ahead."

Running all the way, they have gradually returned to the normal path.

"The village?" Shirou was taken aback, and stopped immediately, "No, you can't go there, and you can't introduce monsters into the village."

"Yeah, that's not something ordinary people can handle." Shiki also nodded, "Mina, is there any other way?"

"I think this is the best way. We don't have to stay inside for a long time. As long as we can borrow a phone and contact our future teacher and Aunt Ying, they will definitely come to rescue us."

"Do you know the phone number of Matou's house?"

"I don't know, but Mom should know."

Wei Na tilted his head and looked at his mother suspiciously. The latter shook his head and his voice weakened a little.

"I don't know, I never remember these..."

"mom!"

Mina was about to cry.If she grows up a little bit, and learns some internet slang, she will definitely call her a cheating mother, and she won't be able to move her at all.

Maybe because his daughter felt a little ashamed, Shiki quickly remedied: "I remember Kanya's number, he should have the contact information of Matou and the others."

"Hurry up then."

With an "oh" sound, he speeded up.

Shirou followed in a daze, at this moment he had no idea who was the mother.

The end of the road is not really a village, because there are only a few wooden houses, and a courtyard is built around it-except that there is no courtyard wall.Although the style of the wooden house is old, it has been painted with new paint, and it can be seen that someone has regularly repaired and maintained it.

Even more exciting is the incandescent light in the windows.It's clearly inhabited, and it's the kind with all the modern appliances.

Mina jumped off Shiki's shoulders all of a sudden, trotted up and knocked on the door.

"Is there anyone here? Excuse me."

"Here we come." A young woman's reply and the sound of slippers colliding with the floor sounded in the room.

Soon, the door opened to the outside, revealing a heroic female face.

Seeing this face, the three people outside the door were all stunned.

The people inside the door were also stunned.

Because this face is so similar to the two rituals, except that the color of the hair is almost carved out of the same mold.

(End of this chapter)