Crimson Blade

Time passed gradually, and a few weeks later, Yuya Yoya, who had shoulder-length black hair, stood at the window, his face was pale and rosy, and his body had obviously improved after undergoing the treatment of Himura Ren.

Although there is a way to suppress the curse on his body, but looking at the star-studded night, the leader of the ghost killing team has more sadness in his eyes.

"Is the casualty rate of the Ghost Slayer Squad high these days?" A gentle and ethereal voice sounded, Yoya Yoya, whose forehead was covered with purple folds, sighed and muttered, "Sure enough, Ghost Dance Tsuji began to feel that the Ghost Killing Squad could threaten its life."

"Is it because the striped swordsman joined the ghost killing team, so the ghost king is in a hurry?"

A thick voice sounded, and the rock pillar on the tatami in the center of the room mourned, and the palms were closed in the chest, and the blank eyes that had been blind revealed the compassion of the monk and the world.

"Not only that, I'm afraid there is also an improvement in the overall strength of the Ghost Killing Team."

Although the existence of Demon Killing Squad Pillars is still scarce, the potential of their juniors is something that Sanshikiya Yoya, who is the protagonist, looks forward to very much.

"And that Kamado Tanjuro is no ordinary striped swordsman!"

Mentioning Tanjuro, Sanshikiya Yoya began to chuckle lightly. It was rare for him to close his eyes and feel the cool spring breeze comfortably. He said with a hint of joy in his tone:

"His breathing method, no, it should be said that his existence may be the closest to the swordsman who created the breath of the sun."

ah!To be able to have such a high evaluation from the lord here, it seems that Kamado Tanjuro is indeed extraordinary.

The beads rolled slowly under the action of the palms together in front of the chest, and the mournful Yu Xingming's hollow eyes followed the direction of the sound, looking at Yaozai who was standing by the window without focus and asked:

"Will he be the one who breaks the deadlock between the Ghost Killing Team and the evil spirits?"

"Maybe or maybe not..."

Although Zaomen Tanjuro is indeed powerful, Himura Ren is the one who made this striped swordsman born, and the first existence in recent years to touch the string.

The ethereal but invisible voice was blown away by the breeze, recalling the vivacious scarlet boy with the single ponytail in his mind, Yoya Yasuki paused for a moment and then said:

"You guys may be busy recently, and some tasks that you have doubts about may require you to complete them yourself."

"I suspect that Onimai Tsuji, who has been hiding for so many years, after seeing the strength of the Demon Killing Team, will firstly hide his own existence deeper, and secondly, I am afraid that he will send Twelve Kizuki to weaken the Demon Killing Team. "

Behind the heavy casualties of the ghost killing team this time, it seems that the twelve ghost moons are indeed behind it, but at most it is just the ghost of Xiaxian.

He was thinking about Namo Amitabha in his heart, and his unfocused eyes stayed somewhere. Hearing the words of the obstetrician Yaoya, Yu Xingming, who was sadly turning over the beads, stopped, and said in a thick voice:

"I'll step up my patrols, but before that..."

"My lord, it's late at night, and the temperature outside the house is still a little low recently, so for your health's sake, you should go to bed."

"Ah, I feel that under the treatment of the sword recently, my body seems to be almost normal!" Feeling that the pain seems to be slowly going away, Maternity Yoya said with a rare boyish temper.

No, your body is nowhere near that.

The pure white pupils were full of disapproval, and Bei Mingyu Xingming didn't say a word, but the disapproving eyes stared straight at the lord who felt good about himself.

"Okay, I'll go to bed earlier." Being urged so strictly by his subordinates, Yoya Yoya shook his head with a smile, and then slowly went back to his room to rest.

In the quiet night, the maternity house mansion here is quiet and peaceful, but the situation in the hot spring town not far away is urgent.

In the hazy and abnormal white mist, Yoshiyong with black hair behind him held a long knife expressionlessly, his feathers embroidered with dark waves tumbling, and his dark blue eyes scanned his surroundings vigilantly.

At that moment, the mist rolled, and the thick white mist seemed to turn into a whirlpool and tear at the black-haired boy's arm. At the same time, tentacles appeared on Yiyong's front and attacked him.

"Tear!"

The right hand holding the knife exerted force, and the cuff was torn due to the opposite force, and the bones also made a slight clicking sound due to the dislocation.

The black hair on the forehead swayed slightly, but Yiyong remained expressionless, his body rotated around his right foot, blue and white waves rolled up on the blade, and the knife in his hand cut off the attack towards himself with the sound of centrifugal force. tentacles.

Breath of Water·Two Types·Water Wheel

The broken ribs were in pain, and Yiyong, who had suffered serious internal injuries, cut off the tentacles made of mist, and stopped in place with a slight bow, his rapid breathing seemed to have a trace of rust unique to blood.

His luck is not very good, because the evil spirits have fought back very hard recently, so he has faced the second of the uncle's appearance before.

At that time, although he held back the opponent so that the sound column in charge of that area arrived and killed Xia Xiansan, he also had several broken ribs and suffered serious internal injuries.

It may be that Yiyong's natural paralyzed face makes people think that his injury is not a hindrance, so he was not carried back to the butterfly house by the hidden troops when he was seriously injured, but rushed back by himself.

As a result, he finally ran into Butterfly House after driving for half a day and ran into a very difficult evil ghost, and judging by his strength, there was a high probability that he would be another one.

Really under the sign...

Breathing out a turbid breath, Yiyong pursed his lips, his right hand trembled slightly due to the dislocation of bones, and cold sweat broke out from his temples due to the severe pain.

He could hardly hold the knife in his hand, but the situation he was in was so dangerous.

Can't go back?

A trace of sadness flashed in the dark blue eyes, and Yiyong endured the severe pain, just as a fighting will to the death rose in his heart, and then the white mist in front of him suddenly dissipated.

What is this? ? ?

The black-haired boy standing in the middle of the street was stunned, frowned and kept attacking, unable to understand why the enemy suddenly retreated.

"Ah, that person is so strange!"

"Yeah, what are you doing standing there?"

After taking a bath in the hot spring, people appeared on the street in twos and threes in yukata, and pointed at Giyuu who was standing there blankly.

Ignoring the whispers of passers-by, Yiyong, who was always expressionless, frowned tightly, his dark blue eyes carefully observed the surroundings, and then noticed something unusual.

The special white mist did not dissipate completely, but became thinner and scattered everywhere, and it was difficult for ordinary people to notice this strangeness.

that's terrible!

Although I don't know why the evil spirit did this, there is no doubt that this will put the entire town in danger.

Because Yiyong, who had just fought against that evil ghost, knew that those seemingly harmless white mist could not only delay people's movements, condense into lethal objects to attack, but also slowly use water vapor to infiltrate people's bodies, Finally strangling the heart directly.

Although the rate at which the thinned mist penetrates into the bodies of ordinary people will decrease, within 24 hours at most, the lives of all ordinary people in this small town will be in the hands of evil spirits.

If it wasn't for my recent breakthrough in breathing techniques, which allowed me to close all the pores on my body where water vapor could penetrate, I'm afraid...

Clenching his teeth and enduring the severe pain, Yiyong looked at the flapping crow on the roof of the street, hesitated for a moment, and nodded slightly to signal the other party to report to the post in charge of this area.

If I remember correctly, Ah Ren seems to be in charge of this area, right?

With an inexplicable emotion in his heart, Yiyong walked down the street with his head down and his black hair hanging down, and quickly wrapped the long knife in sackcloth.

I'm always a little unwilling, because I can't deal with the evil spirits, so I called Ah Ren or something...

"quack!"

The crow made a hoarse cry and flew high. In the dark place where no one noticed, the white shoulder-length short hair with two small horns on the forehead looked at the flying crow, and then seemed to say to himself. Said eloquently:

"That should be fine, right?"

"Let the seriously injured members of the ghost killing team send out signals to attract people at the pillar level, and then we will ambush and kill each other here."

"Of course there's no problem. If both of us can't deal with Yi Zhu together, then we might as well die in the hands of that lord like Sick Ye!"

Behind Ling Yuzi with white shoulder-length short hair came out an evil ghost wearing a small black vest with black and red gradient short hair, and said with a bit of yin and yang, with one of the lower strings engraved in its eyes.

This guy…

As if he was extremely tired of the other party's yin and yang tone, which seemed to be immersed in sleep, a trace of anger flashed in Ling Yuzi's eyes, but he finally suppressed it and said casually:

"Nightmare, I heard that the potter's wheel died."

"What's so strange?"

The evil ghost named Nightmare opened his blue eyes dimly as if he had just woken up, and said in an extremely disdainful tone: "In the end, it's just the second part of the last string, an existence that can't create value for that adult. Die!"

This kind of tone... tsk, the potter's wheel is the second string, and I'm only the fourth string!

Sensing Nightmare's inner contempt for the rest of the strings, Ling Yuzi narrowed his eyes and twitched his fingers hanging on his side, trying to suppress his inner anger.

Really look down on ghosts!

But in the final analysis, that guy with the potter's wheel is indeed too stupid to actually want to deal with the pillar of the Demon Killing Squad by himself.

On the other side, the crow rode the morning glow to the outside of the window of Feicun Ren's room in Motobu, and shouted in a hoarse voice:

"Urgent report, urgent report, there is a suspected evil ghost in the hot spring town in the southwest, and the swordsman Tomioka Yoshiyuki of the ghost killing team is currently delaying, asking for pillar-level support!"

Himura Ren, who was arranging his clothes and preparing to treat the lord, looked condensed, holding the scabbard pinned to his waist with his right hand, and leaning on the window edge with his left hand, he turned over and went outside the house.

"Hurry up and lead the way!" Fei Cunren, who realized the urgency of the situation, said in a serious tone with a hint of worry.

Are you on the up and down, Yiyong, don't let anything happen to you!