I'm sorry, I, Daoyu Gaoyue, am a scumbag.

Xiao Yue sighed and looked at Jifu Taro again, "That's fine. You have to grow up well, kid. Do you hear me?"

The little guy was startled and stared at Xian Yue blankly.

This was the first time in his life that he heard words that were not insults, and even sounded like they had a hint of kindness.

Even his mother would pull his hair, curse him, beat him, and complain about why he didn't just die.

"But that's true. Since I'm going to be a ghost in the future, I'm sure I can grow up..."

Xiao Yue talked to himself, then waved his hand and turned away, "Also, don't be like an idiot. You only know how to get revenge when you are bullied. We are all human beings. Why should we be treated like this?"

......

Time passed little by little, and Xiyue became famous in this small area.

But no one knew his name, so we gave him a nickname.

White face, green eyes, red ghost.

Although he is very handsome, if you offend him, there will be blood all over the ground.

Soon, the ugly little guy grew up.

He also knew the name of the Red Demon.

He was very envious of that adult's ability to make everyone here shudder at the mention of him, which made him admire him very much.

So, he gave himself a name.

Just call him Jifutaro.

At the same time, when he was faced with insults and beatings, he also tried to resist.

Very smooth.

He was pleasantly surprised to find that he had a talent for fighting.

The people here gradually began to fear him...

This is very good!

Jifutaro was looking forward to meeting that man again.

But not long after, something even more shocking happened.

He really did have a sister.

Her name is Mei.

At such a young age, she has a beauty that even adults cannot compare to.

As long as she studies her skills well, she can escape from the lowly status of a prostitute and even become an oiran!

Mei's appearance took away the last bit of inferiority in Jifutaro.

And the prostitute Taro also started working as a debt collector, which was considered to be worthy of his name.

So, he used a picked up sickle to make everyone start to fear him.

It was just like how everyone was afraid of the red ghost.

But that person seemed to have disappeared for a long time.

People thought that the guy was probably killed by a samurai's sword. After all, he had killed many samurai in the past, so it was normal for someone to seek revenge.

But Jifutaro doesn't think so.

That person is not an ordinary person...

He had predicted the appearance of his sister!

Jifutaro was looking forward to seeing that person again.

Time passed little by little, and one evening, the prostitute Taro finished his day's work and walked towards his residence with the packaged rice in his hand.

However, as usual, I did not see my sister coming out to greet me.

This made Jifutaro a little anxious. He even forgot to put down the rice in his hand and kept searching on the street.

Night is coming...

Jifutaro also found his sister.

He trembled all over, his pupils contracted, and the rice fell to the ground. He looked at Mei, whose whole body was burnt to charcoal, in disbelief.

It turned out that Mei used her hair bun to blind the eyes of a warrior who was about to commit a crime.

So, in revenge, the angry samurai tied Mei up and burned her alive.

When Jifu Taro realized that he was not dreaming, he rushed towards Mei with tears and roar, hugged the body that had almost lost consciousness in his arms, and kept yelling about the unfairness of God.

But soon, the mad Jifutaro did not realize the approach of the samurai behind him, and was slashed from behind by him, and then fell to the ground.

"That's him."

The bandaged warrior said coldly.

"Yes, it's him!"

A woman next to him looked at Jifu Taro with disdain, "Thank you very much, it's one less trouble!"

The madam seemed very happy. "This man is so violent. He has not been obedient recently and always hurts people!"

Then he looked at the samurai and said, "It's a pity that Mei died, but there's nothing we can do about it. But it doesn't matter. I will continue to look for beautiful children. As for adults, the price..."

Before he could finish his words, the prostitute Taro, who had been hit by a knife, suddenly jumped up, somersaulted in the air, and stabbed the madam's eyes with the sickle.

The brothel owner's life was ended with one knife. The prostitute Taro trembled all over, turned around little by little, and looked at the samurai.

Jifutaro is really good at fighting.

Another warrior died here.

The head was chopped in half.

It's exactly like what someone did back then.

But Jifutaro couldn't care less about all these now. He walked on the dark street holding his sister who had turned into charred charcoal.

He wanted to seek help, but he knew it was fruitless.

No one helps them, it has always been like this.

His life has always been like this.

No one ever helped them.

Snow began to fall from the sky, and Jifutaro lost too much blood and fell to the ground.

wrong......

It seemed like someone had helped them.

The confused prostitute Taro recalled the figure he had seen when he was young.

pat.

There was a sound of something falling in front of him. Jifutaro used up his last bit of strength, raised his head and looked forward.

That figure slowly merged with the figure in memory.

Jiao Yue looked at the two figures on the ground and tilted his head.

He discovered that if he hid and quietly pushed the speed of time in this illusion, time would speed up little by little.

So in Yu Xunyue's eyes, these nearly ten years were just a blink of an eye.

But at this moment, he had to be here.

Gyoyue is not sure whether the world here will collapse if Jifutaro and Daki, who are the core of the illusion, die.

What if they turned into ghosts after death? Then all our efforts would be in vain.

"You are such a mess, boy."

Gion Yue chuckled, stretched out both hands, and touched Jifutaro's forehead with one hand, and touched Daki, no, it should be Mei's forehead with one hand.

Because it was an illusion, there was no need for spiritual power as a carrier. Countless powers poured into the bodies of Jifutaro and Mei.

The wound on Jifutaro's back stopped and he slowly recovered, and Mei's heart began beating again little by little.

If it were reality, spiritual power might not work so quickly, but in the illusion, everyone is formed by spiritual power, so it is very simple.

"Ahhhh, what are you doing?"

But at this moment, a voice came from behind.

Xiong Yue stood up, looked back slowly, and found that it was an extremely handsome man.

He has gray hair, rainbow eyes, a crown on his head, a monk-like robe on his body, and a delicate smile on his handsome face.

The Upper Six, Douma.