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I am Fear

The roaring locomotive stopped on the village road.

There is a raging fire burning here, and the fire is thick with smoke. It is difficult for people to not notice it even after several kilometers.

Bai Wei found traces of Jingu’s escape, and the corpses and bloodstains extended all the way to the village.

It’s a pity that he was still a step late.

Even if they travel day and night, there is a limit to the movement speed of human beings. Without aircraft ships like the Dark Night Ark, it is difficult to achieve fast transfers.

Space movement is not a particularly advanced mystery, but there are multiple spaces in this world. The same simple space coordinate may be encrypted layer by layer, and it also covers more than one space dimension, so only the ancient forging gods can create a space that travels through different dimensions. The space gate and the photon bridge to the sea of ​​stars are obviously hopeless.

Bai Wei came to the edge of the road, stopped his motorcycle, put down his helmet, and looked at the cold corpses and burning fires in the village, as if he had returned to his memory and became a ghost slayer again.

Coincidentally, these ogres were very similar to the ones he beheaded, no matter in appearance or feel, they were almost the same.

When he cut off the head of the fifth evil spirit, the other ogres also noticed him.

Immediately, they swarmed over and blocked Bai Wei at the gate of a room.

Just as Bai Wei raised his knife, the expressions of the murderers froze.

Strictly speaking, these creatures have no expression changes, but in fact they also have a small amount of emotion.

Although it is very faint, it is not completely absent.

When a person is afraid, he can’t hide what’s going on in his heart, let alone such a simple creature that only knows how to kill and devour.

When they waver, they are easier to understand than hell demons, just like a robot that executes orders can suddenly cry and laugh.

Bai Wei was also aware of their changes, and immediately narrowed his eyes: “You guys, do you recognize me?”

The ogres didn’t answer, but when Bai Wei took a step forward, they took a step back.

Bai Wei was even more sure that the Rashomon door he saw in his dream did not appear for no reason.

Why back off?

Naturally, it was fear.

Why are you afraid?

Because they killed too many.

Only then did Bai Wei suddenly realize that he seemed to have indeed done a very bloody thing.

After kicking Yagyu Zuobei out with one kick, he chose exclusive experience.

So he got stuck in Rashomon and killed for ten years.

In ten years, how many evil spirits were killed?

One hundred thousand horses? million horses? Thousands of horses?

It is difficult to calculate.

He forcibly blocked the spring water and tortured and killed evil ghosts for ten years. Even if it was a newly born ghost, this ghost slayer would kill it without hesitation!

It wasn’t until later that he was infected by miasma, lost his mind, and turned into an evil ghost, that he was released by Rashomon.

Even though this group of evil spirits have weak emotions, they will definitely remember him deeply, and it’s hard not to be deeply impressed.

Fear, of course.

He is a legend spread among the ghost race, like a rabbit meeting a tiger, like hell demons fearing doom.

Once such a conditioned reflex is formed, when Bai Wei is standing here, the ogres can stand firm because their emotions are weak, but if they are a little stronger, they may have fled limply from fright and trembled in their calves.

Fear is the enemy of all enemies.

The enemy will not stop their sharp blades because they feel fear, because… this is also a massacre.

Bai Wei still wields a knife.

No need for sympathy!

…

Bai Wei wiped out all the evil spirits on the road.When the evil spirits saw him, their bodies were stiff. Slashing with a knife was no more difficult than chopping a wooden stake. Occasionally, it was still only a knife if they had the courage to resist.

He saw the witch, stepped forward, squatted down slightly, and helped the palace secretary who was burning to the end.

The body is very light.

“You are…” Fengjianhe’s voice was equally soft.

“Bai Wei.” He said, “Ming people.”

“They seem to be afraid of you…” Feng Jianhe asked weakly.

“Yes, I have killed many, many of them.” Bai Wei nodded.

Feng Jianhe looked at the young man’s side face: “Thank you, seeing you makes me feel at ease.”

“You need treatment.”

“No, it’s too late.” Feng Jianhe breathed very calmly, and she said softly, “My time is almost up.”

Bai Wei paused: “Do you have anything to say?”

“There is one.” The light in Feng Jianhe’s eyes was fading: “I can, can I ask you something?”

“you say.”

“A lot of people are still there…I want to ask you to take them back.”

Bai Wei replied, “That’s exactly why I came here.”

Kazama Crane closed his eyes and smiled: “That’s really great.”

Gong Si’s breathing and heartbeat stopped, and he returned to heaven with a smile.

Another shrine maiden passed away. She was not the first, nor will she be the last.

The palace secretary in Bai Wei’s arms is very light. It’s hard to imagine how she has carried a heavy burden for decades to the present.

Bai Wei is a rebellious traveler of hundreds of generations and a passer-by of thousands of years. He can look at everything from the perspective of a bystander without having to bear too many responsibilities and obligations, but sometimes you can only feel it when you get close. The only thing they have How ardently burned in my life.

Feng Jianhe pointed out the direction for him, and Bai Wei knew more about where to cut the mountain.

He didn’t dare to delay too much. Hunting down the escaped ogre would only treat the symptoms but not the root cause. If Rashomon does reappear, he must seal it as soon as possible.

Otherwise, the great rivers and mountains of the past may reappear, and no one wants to see them piled up like bones.

…

In the dilapidated shrine, Wuzi struggled for several hours and finally collapsed.

She said that she would save some strength for herself, but in fact she didn’t save any strength. She fell to the ground and fell into a coma.

The sword shamans next to her struggled to get up and hug her, trying to warm her body, but all of them were already extremely weak.

Jinguji Saki took the weapon, intending to just cut open her palm and continue to maintain the barrier.

“Shengong Temple.” A sword shaman held her wrist and persuaded her, “Let’s go.”

“What?” Jinguji thought he had heard wrong.

“Even if you continue, you won’t be able to last till dawn. You may still have a chance to break through the encirclement by yourself now. We can’t do it anymore. If you stay, you will be wiped out.”

“Do you want me to run away alone!” Jinguji raised his voice, as if to dispel his inner wavering and weak compromise.

“Yes, it’s shameful to run away, but someone should survive!” The elder sword shaman looked into her eyes: “Live, and take all of us’s share. Now you are the only one who has the strength to break through!”

No one spoke, and everyone looked at her without any reproach in their eyes. Every sword shaman was ready to sacrifice. It wasn’t that he was not afraid of death, but that he had realized it long ago, but this did not include her.

Jinguji stood where she was, with a dull expression on her face, and the barrier was crumbling again. At this time, everyone advised her to run away quickly. This action inadvertently punctured Jinguji’s trying to hide her emotions, as if everyone had seen through her heart. She was obsessed with something, and she didn’t want to, and she didn’t want to, and gave her life for the identity of the sword witch.

“You, you deliberately left me until the end…”

She understood, but she was not happy at all. This kind of gentle gaze hurt her very much.

She closed her eyes sadly, struggling with a dilemma in her heart.

If you choose to stay, you will die.

If you choose to leave, your heart will die.

She really wanted to escape, wanted to forget about everything, put her hands on her ears, trying to block out the pervasive noise.

If anyone is here, can anyone tell me what to do?

If Shuangyue was here, how would she choose?

If he was here, how would he choose?

If it’s them…

Jingujisaki lowered her palms, and a hot current gushed out from her heart to dispel anxiety, pain and anxiety. She compared herself to a friend and murmured to herself.

If she were here, she would definitely say that…

She calmed down and taunted the sword witches: “Good idea!”