[Ghost Slayer: Blade] No Miserable Online Mutual Fight

There were bursts of coughing that couldn't be suppressed, even if you tried your best to suppress it, the coughing sound was still broken and out of tune.

The black blood slipped from between the fingers, and then fell to the ground, sticky and sticky.

Kneeling and sitting arched, as if before coughing out his lungs, his slender wrists tightly covered his chest with one hand and his mouth with the other.

Wu Yu looked at the pools of blood spilled out, with a blank expression on his face, his eyes were as cold as if it wasn't his own blood that flowed.

The feeling of weakness and powerlessness is so disgusting.

Wu Yu stood up against the wall, then staggered forward.A bloodstain slid out of the dragging corner of the clothes, winding on the floor.

The red eyes that Qianqian closed were full of exhaustion and boredom, and when they opened again, there was nothingness and darkness and emptiness.

Nothing could be seen in the red eyes.

A few steps away, there is an open window.The afterglow outside the window came in, with a sad color.

It was getting dark, but the ground was still scalding hot after a day of exposure.

Wu Yu glanced at the gradually darkening sky outside, and took a rope casually.

The long hair was tied up from the waistline, wound several times, and tightly wound.Instead of the blood-stained white clothes, I put on a crisp black kimono, which would not be conspicuous if stained with blood.

Even knowing the ending, there is no fear, but a sense of relief.After holding back for so long, I was finally liberated.

The mood is extraordinarily relaxed, but once relaxed, it will be swallowed by deep darkness and sadness.

There is no need to have a fragile side, facing the mirror, Wu Yu adjusted his expression, and then slowly raised a cold arc.

Smile, not reaching the bottom of the eyes.

He closed his eyes in silence, and opened them slowly until the sound of the wind approached.

"Ready." Zhihuo easily jumped off the eaves, half-hanging in the air, and nodded to the figure by the window.

"Oh, I see."

The place surrounded by wisteria flowers is not as quiet as before. Today, it will not be a peaceful night.

Ever since he started taking the medicine, his body has been in a muddled state, sometimes sober and sometimes chaotic.

Time passed before he knew it, and Wu Yu basically didn't care about anything, just waited for Zhihuo's plan.

Standing on a branch not far away, Wuyu glanced at the house hidden among the wisteria flowers, and asked Zhihuo: "How is the plan going?"

Zhihuo sat down casually, leaned against the branch and squinted his eyes, his long hair was tied into a neat ponytail: "It's almost there, Zhu Shi and I have been planning for a long time, and we have also notified over there."

"According to the time, it's almost time." Wu Yu raised his head, looking at the sky full of stars in a rare way.

"Well, let's just wait." Zhihuo smiled as if remembering something, and lowered his head.

"The stars are very beautiful today." For no reason, Wu Yu said: "Also, thank you."

Zhihuo raised his head and saw that familiar smile, for a while, he didn't react.

Under the pale moonlight, the black-haired man raised a smile that he hadn't seen for a long time, it was so illusory and unreal.

Zhihuo was stunned for a moment, and returned a smile: "Ah."

Night Breeze raised a strand of black hair, and the half-closed ghost moved.

"Act separately, come according to the plan." Wu Yu threw a sentence, and then jumped down from the tree.

Zhihuo, who was sitting at the same spot, looked at the figure sneaking into the wisteria, and smiled bitterly.

It's been a long time since I saw Yu Xiao, but if this is the smile before liberation, I can't be happy at all.

"Well, it's better not to think too much." Zhihuo stood up while supporting the branches, and stretched: "Just wait until it's over..."

Jumping off the wall with strength, how to land lightly in the yard.In the yard, the clear scent of wisteria flowers permeated the air.

Without lights, the house shrouded in darkness is pitch-black, like a dark night with no future.

A clear ray of light refracted through something, Wu Yu squinted his eyes half-closed, looking at the person coming, without any surprise.

The sound of the knife being unsheathed slowly, the moonlight sprinkled on it, reflecting a dazzling white.

The person who had been standing at the door for an unknown amount of time made a move. While slowly drawing his sword, he stepped out of the darkness, and his figure gradually appeared under the moonlight.

The white blade drew an arc in the air, and then there was the sound of the scabbard falling to the ground.

Under the moonlight, the mint-colored gradient hair tail gradually revealed.His expressionless face was cold and indifferent, and his light blue eyes had no light or warmth.

Two blue cloud-shaped spots are distributed on both cheeks, and the hairline on the forehead is vaguely unclear.

The mist rises, and the cold eyes look at the opposite person, how to raise the knife: "Xia's Breath-Six Shapes."

Wu Yu didn't open his mouth, just dodged the attacking knife, but as if anticipating his movement, the knife quickly changed direction and slashed towards him after cutting empty.The fog produced by the breathing method blurs the vision somewhat.

In a trance, I seem to recall what Zhihuo explained, what is called a transparent world, where you can see the internal structure and the direction of the muscles.What a nice skill.

The waving knife brought up a burst of dust, and then the wisteria flowers that had been cut in seven pieces floated in the air.

Wu Yu looked at those cold light blue eyes, didn't speak, but gradually turned dodge into attack.

Pulling a touch of sharp blood, the ferocious blood seemed to come alive, turning into sharp silk threads and dancing with the sound of piercing the air.

The battle lasted only a few moments, but it had already been fought back and forth a few times. Wu Yu was not in love with the fight, and took advantage of the gap to jump away and land on the floor in the corridor.

The man with the knife still pursued unrelentingly, but was interrupted by a cold voice.

"Enough Shitou Wuichiro, understand today's position and mission, don't waste unnecessary energy." Wu Yu said coldly, with a calm expression, full of indifference.

Muichiro paused because the man called out his name, and then he clenched the handle of the knife tightly: "Shut up! You can only die by my hands."

As if hearing something ridiculous, Wu Yu smiled, the blood on his hand turned into a small dagger, and then threw it forward.

The sharp blood turned into a dagger was opened by the knife, deeply inserted into the ground, and then turned into liquid again, wetting the ground.

Wu Yu lowered her eyes halfway, and didn't hold back her hands.With a blank expression on his face, he stretched out his hand, his five fingers formed into claws, and grabbed at the void.

The thin threads of blood lurking in the air were connected into threads, tightening inch by inch.

The young man who was discarded again tried his best to cut off the silk thread in front of him, but was enveloped by even thinner and denser silk thread.It doesn't hurt anyone, it's just to control him.

The light blue eyes widened, bloodshot all over: "Aizawa Muha!"

The figure who left without hesitation did not even pause, and quickened his pace.

No one stopped them, because most of the people had already evacuated, and they could feel the disgusting aura from afar.