Blade of Resurrection

Not far after leaving the river bank, Nuliang Yangui took the knife in his hand to his face.

The blade and the scabbard stood in mid-air after he let go of his hand, exuding a gentle light, just like the appearance of Yaken Toshiro before, in which the elongated body turned into a tall young man appearance.

"Yeah..."

The young man dragged his soft voice, his milk-blond hair was as soft as he showed, and the tips of the hair were slightly curled and stuck to his cheeks: "The owner of the house is really bad. He knows the truth of those things, but always Throw out an endless clue and let others guess."

"It's no fun when you figure things out."

Nuliang Yangui responded to him and praised him at the same time: "Hisakiri is indeed the sword that cut off Ibaraki Doji's arm, and it is perfect for dealing with the guy called [ghost]."

"It is my honor to be praised by the head of the family."

Hidekiri smiled, put his right hand in front of his left chest, and leaned forward as a thank you. When he stood up straight again, he made a puzzled look and turned his head to the side in confusion: "However, you Did I do what you said? I don’t remember at all..."

"Because it's a thousand-year-old knife, most of the things don't matter. Right?"

He repeated the words that the other party often said on his lips, and the mustache smile became stronger, and a little gold could be faintly seen in the slightly curved brown eyes: "That's how it looks!"

The conversation between the god judge and Fusangshen of the sword came to an end, and Higakiri asked about something else: "Are you going to Heianjing...Kyoto like this now?"

"Well. Anyway, I have nothing to do, let's go to Huakaiyuan's house and say hello."

Nu Liangyan nodded his head: "Besides, it's not a bad thing for Guiwu Tsuji to have this incident happen again."

"Kyoto's Blossom Garden, isn't it?" He narrowed his eyes accordingly.

Hanakaiin, a family of onmyojis handed down from the Heian period, have been active in Kyoto to this day. In addition to beheading the monsters that make trouble everywhere and guarding the seals of Kyoto, they are also looking for the reason that caused the cannibals to act recklessly. The whereabouts of the culprit, the ancestor of Oni, Onimai Tsuji.

They were originally in contact with the Ubuyashiki family, but the Demon Slayer Squad has experienced several crises of near extinction since the Warring States Period, and those connections have been completely severed long ago.

"Sure enough, it's troublesome in this era when you can't communicate anytime, anywhere."

In the future that Nuliang Yangui has been in contact with, almost everyone has a mobile phone, and there is still a network, as long as the desire to communicate still exists, then the connection between each other will not be broken.

"The mobile phone and the Internet are really convenient." He sighed, and looked at the hell butterfly flying from the moon to his side.

The black phoenix butterfly flapped its wings under the moonlight and told him the news from the soul world.

"Is there something wrong?" Hikikori asked.

"No, it's nothing important."

As soon as Nuliangyangui raised his hand, the Hell Butterfly who had completed the task flew away again: "Don't worry about the things over there, you can go to Kyoto with me first."

"Is this okay?" Higiri winked at him, "My night vision isn't very good, huh?"

"Knife types above the fighting knife will indeed affect the strength of the night battle."

He turned his face and glanced at the other party lightly: "Don't tell me, you have difficulty even walking."

"The owner is really ruthless."

Mustache accused his behavior, and put his hand on the handle of the knife at his waist: "Then, you should help me lead the way."

"You have too many demands."

Nuliang Yangui had already taken a step forward, and took his hand on the handle of the knife without any hassle: "Let's go, Huqie."

"Well, good." He responded.

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The previous heads of the Huakaiyuan family were all named after Huakaiyuan Xiuyuan, and it has been passed down to No. 20 for six generations. He is a stable man in his forties.

He seemed to sense some kind of aura, so he walked through the ancient corridor looking for the evil spirit that could not have appeared in Huakai Yuan's house, opened the Japanese-style coat, and bumped into the strange pair of clothes when he raised his eyes. In the golden eyes.

In just a few seconds, 26 Daime went from shock to surprise to doubt.

He looked at the strangely dressed man in white who was kneeling beside him, and vaguely sensed an aura that didn't belong to human beings from his body, but it wasn't the one he felt just now.

"Who are you, why did you break into Huakai Yuan's family at night?"

Nuliang Yangui leaned against the opened door, and smiled lazily: "I just came here for a bite to eat, and it's a bit serious to say that breaking in."

"Do you want it?"

While talking, he twisted a piece of pastry and handed it to Tokiri. The latter took it, took a bite and praised: "It's been a long time since I've had such an authentic taste."

26 Daime frowned tightly as the two looked like no one else was around, but he didn't intend to attack.

Nuliang Yangui glanced at him from the corner of his eye, chewed and swallowed the snack in his mouth, and then slowly said: "Where is that guy Xiuyuan?"

"I am Huakaiyuan Xiuyuan!"

"Not about you."

He corrected it without hesitation, thought about his seniority, and added: "It's the thirteenth generation!"

The 26th generation looked at him blankly: "The [-]th generation has already passed away."

"Don't you have a shikigami who can be summoned by the heads of the past generations as [Pojun]?"

This is a secret that only the Huakaiyuan family knows, and he said it so frankly, causing the 26th generation who didn't intend to do anything to touch the Shikigami paper figurine he put on.

"Oh, don't be nervous!"

The tactful Kyoto accent sounded like a soft language. A man dressed in a safari suit and a Liwu hat, a standard onmyoji outfit, suddenly appeared in the room, accompanied by a blue ghost fire, which showed that he was not a living person.

"Xiaoyangui is our guest."

"Xiuyuan, I thought you weren't going to see me anymore." Nu Liangyan raised his glass to that side.

"How could it be!" Huakaiyuan Xiuyuan waved his hands again and again: "You only come to the door once in hundreds of years, I thought you were playing so hard that you forgot me."

"Thirteen generations!"

The No.13 generation of the Huakai family, he is the greatest ever, and the only patriarch who can maintain the appearance of a physical body.

The 26th generation was surprised by his attitude towards Nuliang Yangui: "Who is he?"

"Xiao Yangui is Xiao Nuliang's son!"

Huakaiyuan Xiuyuan took out a fan out of nowhere: "You are also my good friend?"

"Nura...Nura group..., you mean a cunning ghost!"

26 Daime immediately reacted, and then looked over to Nura Yangui, and his expression became complicated.

If it was a slippery ghost, the behavior just now could be completely justified.

The chief general of the Nuliang group, Nuliang Huapiao, used to bring a hundred ghosts to eat and drink like a banquet at Huakaiyuan's house. The thirteenth generation Hidemoto indulged him, but his elder brother Huakaiyuan was so light but couldn't stand it. The family rule of "no slippery ghosts are allowed to come in and eat" was left behind.

Seeing how good the relationship between Hanakain Hidemoto and Nuliang Yangui is, the 26th generation doesn't know whether to follow such a family rule.

He stared at the three "persons" over there for a while, and finally sighed: "Thirteen generations, I'll get someone to prepare some food."

"Well! Then I'll trouble you!" Huakaiyuan Xiuyuan waved his hand without even looking at him.

The 26th generation felt that he was heartbroken by his greatest ancestor, turned around and left.

Huakaiyuan Xiuyuan walked over, Mustache smiled and gestured to him, and the two of them simply greeted each other.

"The little goose returns."

He has already moved to Nuliang Yangui's side: "You didn't come here just for dinner, did you? Do you have any news to tell us?"

"I can't hide it from you."

Nuliang Yangui took the handkerchief from Hikakiri and wiped his hands, and told about Onimai Tsujimousai and the appearance of a swordsman who can use the breath of the sun in the Demon Killing Squad. He listened.

The influence of the Huakaiyuan family is tending to Kyoto, and there were ghosts haunting here before, so it is naturally impossible to know what happened in Tokyo not long ago.

Huakaiyuan Xiuyuan tapped her chin lightly with her fan, and listened carefully: "It seems that the impression was too deep, so I accidentally exposed my tail."

"Isn't it? This is beyond my expectations, but it also gave me a new idea."

He spread out his fan and covered his lower lip with a small half of the fan: "Could it be that you want to..."

"That's the one that shouldn't be!"

Nuliang Yangui nodded: "Don't you think this surprise is very interesting?"

"But since he is already in the world of corpses and souls, and has also entered the Seireitei, this matter may not be so easy."

Huakaiyuan Xiuyuan had never been there, but she had heard a lot of rumors and met some gods of death, so she knew that there were complicated rules.

"It's up to people, and it's not a new thing that the god of death resides in this world."

"Alright. You can tell me the address of the maternity house by the way, and I will ask the onmyojis at home to contact you there."

Neither the slick ghost nor the thirteen generation members of Huakaiyuan are the ones who abide by the rules. They hit it off almost immediately, and it was not too big of a deal for Hikakiri to just watch the fun, so he nodded and agreed with their idea with a smile.

The boy who used the low stool to tiptoe to get the medical books on the high shelf suddenly felt a chill down his spine, sneezed and jumped off the wobbly stool, the heels of both feet landed completely to be considered stable .

There was a layer of red light in his dark eyes, but he quickly suppressed it. He sat down at the desk while opening the book, raised his hand and rubbed the tip of his sore nose: "Have a cold...?"

Although he was a chronically ill person in the Heian era, since he became such a monster, he has never suffered from illness again, and even if he is injured, he can heal almost instantly.

Onimai Tsuji, who mimicked a child, only thought it was an illusion, and continued to bury his head among the complicated books on the table, as if he wanted to research the medicine he had always wanted to pursue.

The author has something to say:

It's a stalk to be blind in night battles above the knife.

This chapter is about the gangster bushi from slippery ghosts and onmyojis

Boss crumbs, please don't doubt, this is really not your illusion!