Let Go of That Blackened Heroine

The child's soul is chasing revenge, and Yato and Bishamonten are worried about the monster leaving with the child's body.Afraid that he cast some spells to control people.

So he followed all the way.

Ishikawa Goemon did not leave too far away.

He is not far away.

The sword turned into hands again, and he used these hands to dig open the opposite side, digging out a small grave.

Yato hesitated for a moment, then walked over to help with the excavation.

The ten blades are not monsters born as demons, they were once human.

This thought came to Yato's mind.

Just like Ping Dunsheng, such a beautiful boy is better suited to play the flute, but he is going to be involved in the war.

Among them, the thrust of his father is indispensable.

When thinking of this, Yato still felt a little guilty.

"I thought you were going to use some spell, but it was just a burial. Why did you kill his father in front of him?"

Yato asked with some doubts.

"Because I just can't bear it."

"Once, I was also a father."

"My child died. Died with me."

"My name is Hachiro Sanada. A more famous name in this world is probably Ishikawa Goemon. A legendary ninja and thief."

"Because of stealing Toyotomi Hideyoshi's treasure Chidori Incense Burner, he was sentenced to cooking."

Yato suddenly thought of the body of Ishikawa Goemon, who was hit but not injured, and seemed to melt.

But Bishamonten, who was following up, heard this, but wanted to vomit a little, and was supported by Zhaoma.

The child was in her hands, but at this moment she let go all of a sudden, wanting to take revenge, and flew towards Ishikawa Goemon.

But immediately, he was grabbed by a big hand, it was Huang Tushen, this man who looked a bit nerdy, but also a bit strong, blocked the wraith.

In the hands of Bishamonten, the wraith was still very angry, but in the hands of the man, it gradually calmed down.

"I am a ninja and a grand thief, but I am also the leader of the rebel army."

Ishikawa Goemon is the leader of the rebel army.

Therefore, it is not that one must die for stealing treasures, but one must die for rebellion.

Wife, son, parents, brother, party.

All to die!

That day, he was thrown into the cauldron.

It's not like throwing it into boiling water.

Instead, warm up slowly.

"Death is inevitable, and I don't have any resentment for being killed. I am not a noble person like Sugawara Michizane, nor an existence like Emperor Sutoku. I won't die of depression after being wronged. I won't be unable to be The emperor is so desperate."

"What I resent is, why can't it be saved?"

"The fire is burning under the pot."

"The water is heating up all the time."

"I've been holding Goro City."

"Slowly, slowly, boiled from the bottom."

"Even if it's rotten, I still want to lift it up..."

Hearing his words, Yato shuddered.

He seemed to see such a picture.

Sentence the family and gradually heat the water in an iron pot.

People in the pot do not die instantly, but are slowly cooked.

If you can die quickly, that is a kind of happiness.

But for this man, he couldn't die yet.

Yato thought of the hands transformed by his sword.

That's where his obsession lies.

In the iron pot, knowing that he must die, he still lives and remains awake.

Because he wants to hold his son, hoping that his son can live.

Then, he was boiled little by little, until finally, he couldn't save his son.

Yato couldn't help thinking, why in this world, there are parents who still want to lift their sons to save their lives when they are boiled in the pot, and there are parents who give birth to their children but kill them with their own hands.