[Ghost Slayer: Blade] No Miserable Online Mutual Fight

Amidst the bloodstains, a person with unfocused pupils was standing there.

Aizawa Muha finally understood the source of that uneasiness, and at the same time heard something broken.

It was not dawn, but the ghost escaped.

Even though he was seriously injured, it was nothing to the ghost.

A large amount of blood was left on the scene, exuding a rotten smell.The corner of the clothes was stained with disgusting blood, and thick black blood was dripping from the fingertips.

Normally, Aizawa Wuha would have cleaned it up immediately, but now he has lost the ability to think.

Like a drowning person, extremely weak and suffocated.This is an unsolvable situation.

He gasped heavily, but still couldn't change the feeling of suffocation, his eyes gradually blurred, and he couldn't see clearly.

Aizawa Wuyu knew that something was broken, and he couldn't put it back together.But just because I knew it, I felt powerless and sad.

I don't know how long it took, until the sky was dimly lit up, Aizawa Muha raised his head, raised his numb and unwavering black eyes.

I heard a faint call in my ear, approaching.

The familiar voice caused the black eyes to fluctuate slightly, making them extremely sad.

"I can't go back..."

A soft whisper, dissipated in the wind.

His eyes cut his arm coldly, and then dripped blood on the feathers on his body.

The fingertips were so hard that they turned white, and the arms were also buckled, and the bones were faintly visible.

But Aizawa Muha didn't respond, and even watched indifferently.

The blood smeared Hanori, and there were large areas of blood.Aizawa Muha stretched out his hand indifferently, and his sharp fingertips cut cracks on the feather weaving, and the smudged blood stains were particularly dazzling.

Raising his hand lightly, the blood-colored feathers fluttered down like a butterfly with its wings broken.

Aizawa Muha watched indifferently, a few strands of struggle could be faintly seen in his eyes before returning to calm and indifference.

The more flustered and anxious he was, the calmer and more organized Aizawa Wuha became.Even in a crisis situation, his reason does not allow him to be confused.

Think calmly and make the best choice.Unruffled and even more efficient.

I remember someone once commented on Aizawa Wuha: such a Wuyu is really scary, when he is not flustered and messy, he is like an emotionless creature.Presumably when Wu Yu is really angry, it should be particularly scary.

Aizawa Muha has never been truly angry or lost his mind, no matter what time it is, he can always calm down strangely and implement the most advantageous choice.

No anger, no loss of reason.Not at all like a real person.

People have joys, anger, sorrows and joys, but Aizawa Muha seems to have lost his anger.This is an advantage, but it is so sad.

Turning around to leave, his movements were stiff.

Squatting by the river, looking at the clear reflection on the water, Aizawa Muha suddenly felt lost.

Those serene and peaceful lives seemed to be a beautiful dream, and now he was as helpless as he was when he first came here, having lost his home.

I can't go back, and I have lost the qualification to pretend to be a human being.

The previous scenes were like dreams, and everything before was self-deception.

After all, a ghost is a ghost after all, and cannot integrate into the life that does not belong to him.

Wash off the blood on the fingertips in the river, over and over, again and again, although it has been washed clean, Aizawa Wuha is still cleaning it non-stop.

"Yo—" came a familiar and worried cry from behind.

Aizawa Muha raised his head in a daze, and looked at the familiar figure with an extremely ugly smile.

"Xuemi...can't go back...can't go back..."

The eyes are astringent, something is about to flow out, something is shattering all over the place.

"What should I do, haven't found it yet!"

"No, I can't find it anywhere."

Masako's eyes were bloodshot, but at this moment she was anxious.

It was almost night, and it was almost dawn, but the person was not found.

Xin Zhu had already fallen asleep in her mother-in-law's arms, and Ichiro and Muichiro followed behind, struggling with sleepiness.

"Mother, take Ichiro and the others to go back first, and then we will look for them." Akimoto Village said, his tone was tired and worried.

"No, we can still persist." Ichiro said firmly.

Muichiro also nodded, trying to open his eyes wide.

The old woman also refused to go back, but let Qiu Yuancun take Xin Zhu in her arms.

"No need, let's look for it." The old lady tried her best to show a harmless smile, but the deep worry in her eyes was not fake.

"found it!"

"Found it! Where is it!" Masako asked anxiously, pulling the villager who claimed to have found it.

"Here, you should go and see for yourself..."

Looking at the faltering expressions and regretful eyes of the crowd, Masako lowered her hand weakly.

"where……"

"Over there, Masako, you have to be mentally prepared." A villager kindly suggested, with deep regret in his eyes.

Masako staggered, and her mother-in-law, who was also in despair, supported each other to move forward.Behind them are Akimoto Village and Ichiro with the same expression.

"Brother... Yu will be fine!" Muichiro grabbed Ichiro tightly, with some anticipation in his eyes, his eyes sparkled.

Ichiro didn't answer, just holding Muichiro tightly as well.

Seeing Qiuyuan's family approaching, the surrounding villagers moved out of the way.

"Ichiro, Muichiro, don't look." The old man, who already knew what was going on, wanted to cover the eyes of the two of them, his tone was sad and vicissitudes.Those callused hands were trembling now, and they couldn't even cover the eyes of Ichiro and the others.

Ichiro and Muichiro tried their best to push the grandfather's trembling hands away, and opened their eyes to see...

The eyes are full of blood, and the ears are the desperate cries of mother-in-law and Masako...

Aizawa Muha stood on the branch, watching the situation over there from a distance.

He saw the familiar figure hugging his haori, crying in despair.

Broken cries came faintly through the wind, Aizawa Muha clutched the clothes on his chest tightly, gasping for breath.

Feelings of sadness and guilt seemed to drown him, even if his hands clasped tightly on his chest, it still couldn't relieve a trace of guilt.

My heart was beating violently, throbbing uncontrollably.

The sun has risen, gradually illuminating the land.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." There were sad and desperate apologies, and the tears gradually blurred.

Looking at the wet tears dripping on the clothes, Aizawa Muha thought sadly: "So, it's already in the play."

Like catharsis, the suppressed cry, the tears that kept blurring the eyes.

It hurts, it hurts!

My heart hurts so much, it's more intense and weak than the pain in the sun at the beginning.

Sitting under the tree helplessly, he raised his head and closed his eyes.

The feeling of sadness is so painful, and now he is so weak and helpless.

"Poor thing, it should have been killed by a wild beast..."

"Well, there are still relatively large ones on this mountain..."

"It's so pitiful, such a big child..."

The people around whispered, sighed, and regretted.

"No, no." Muichiro shouted desperately with blurred eyes, "It's not a beast, it's not..."

That ominous smell was not that of a beast, but of something else.

"Brother! You can feel it too." Muichiro looked at the disbelieving eyes of everyone, and looked at Ichiro helplessly, trying to get a definite answer and approval.

"Yeah." Ichiro tried his best not to cry, but the tears still flowed out: "No."

That disgusting breath was something I had never touched before, it was so disgusting, and disgusting from the heart.

The disbelieving gazes of the surrounding people gradually darkened those pale blue eyes, and Wuichiro just murmured: "Yu..."

Ichiro hugged Muichiro tightly, biting his lower lip hard.The green eyes looked at the blood and darkened.

Silently, something is taking root.

"Ichiro, Muichiro!" The gentle woman was so desperate and sad, but she still insisted not to show her vulnerable side in front of the child.

"Don't bear it..." Masako hugged Ichiro and Muichiro tightly, crying uncontrollably.

"Aunt Masako!" Muichiro cried loudly holding Masako.

Ichiro was also buried in Masako's arms, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably.No matter how hard he bit his lip, the cry still escaped.

Tears-filled pale blue eyes opened, and faintly saw Xin Zhu waking up over there also hugging her mother-in-law and crying loudly.

It's so sad, so...

Overnight, drastic changes took place.

Even when he calmed down, his eyes were still bright red.

Aizawa Muha stood up expressionlessly, without looking back.

He was afraid, he was afraid that his determination would be shaken when he turned around.

They can't be put in danger, so...

With a bitter smile, Aizawa Muha took the clean clothes brought by Yukimi from Yukimi's back.He put it on indifferently, and then took the sachet hanging from Xuemi's corner.

Clenched tightly on his chest, his lips were tightly pressed.

This is his last thing, his last bond and attachment.

Comforting the worried Xuemi, Aizawa Muha hugged Xuemi's neck, and pressed his head tightly against Xuemi's forehead.

"Please, please Xuemi help me protect everyone. If it is Xuemi, I should be able to do it."

"Yo-"

Showing a faint smile, Aizawa Muha took a few steps back.

Layers upon layers of flowers bloomed all around, and then dispersed to take away the last faint breath of wisteria flowers on her body.

At the beginning, there was a faint fragrance of flowers on her body, but later on, the original breath was restored, which belonged to the breath of ghosts.

It is impossible for a ghost to touch the wisteria flower, Aizawa Muha looked at the sachet in his hand that had no smell in his eyes, pursed his lips and put it next to his body.

Gently touching Xuemi's head again, Aizawa Muha put on the cloak and hood.

"Goodbye, help me take good care of everyone and myself." Finally, he evoked a familiar smile, then turned and left.

In the same place, Xuemi drooped her ears, her emotional eyes dimmed.

Jumping between the branches, Aizawa Muha chased after the ghost in the direction he left.Gradually far away from that home, and can't go back.

The ghost must be killed!

Aizawa Muha narrowed his eyes, his eyes were cold.

How could it be possible to let go, how could it be possible.

Probably found the breath of the ghost, Aizawa Muha restrained his breath and found a shade.

Ghosts always act at night, Aizawa Muha stretched out his sharp fingertips, and silently stroked on the tree trunk next to him.

Although he was exposed in front of that ghost, it was at night, and he didn't carry a wisteria scent bag, so even if he was exposed, it only attracted Wu Mi's attention, and he didn't know that he was not afraid of wisteria flowers and the sun. fact.

Absolutely must not let him know.The Wu Mi in memory is very persistent in appearing in the sun.

Do it on a branch, dangling your legs.He was wearing a black cloak, and the hood was also properly worn.

Looking at the sun in the sky, Aizawa Muha was waiting for the dark.

Night is the only field for hunters.

In the dark room, a pair of red eyes with vertical pupils lifted up, and then a sneer sounded in the empty room.

"interesting……"

At night, the ghost started to move, but Aizawa Muha didn't move right away.Because now the only way to kill ghosts is sunlight, so as long as it is before dawn.

With an indifferent smile, Aizawa Muha played with the sharpened tree trunk in his hand with cold eyes.

"Hey, it's really troublesome—" Leaning lazily on the tree trunk, he restrained his breath and watched the ghost start to move.

In the dark night, a squinted black eye tightly caught the ghost who had no sense of danger.

I was lucky today, I didn't meet anyone overnight.Hmm - it should be said that the ghost was unlucky and didn't find food.

It was past midnight, and it would be dawn in a few hours.

Leaping down from the tree lightly, approaching quietly.

The ghost is in desperate need of food because of its injuries.It looked around anxiously, so when it reacted, the god of death was already approaching.

Its eyes widened in horror, but the hand on its throat made it unable to speak or beg for mercy.

It trembled all over, looking at the people in front of it with fear.He wanted to struggle, but his hand had already been cut off, and the breath of the person in front of him made him afraid from the bottom of his heart, wanting to surrender, but he couldn't resist.

Yes, which adult's breath it is!

"Hush—please be quiet." The pale face with only a chin in it showed a smile, but it was so cold and without a smile.