[Ghost Slayer: Blade] No Miserable Online Mutual Fight

"Ugh!"

There were bursts of suppressed roars, hoarse, full of despair and pain.

Apart from the screams of pain, it was accompanied by terrifying, creepy voices.It was the sound of flesh and blood layering, sinking into the mouth, mixed with the clear cracking sound of bones.

A sound, creepy, could be heard clearly through the paper door, and the horrifying smell of blood could be smelled through the paper door.

Behind the door, the light is isolated, and everything outside is also isolated.The soft inside was covered with cuts and bruises under his own hands time and time again.Again and again like self-mutilation, recalling scenes of bloody despair.

"No, I won't be able to hold on like this." Zhu Shi looked worried: "The current situation is like transforming into a ghost. It can't be suppressed, and it may not be able to last."

"And, this situation is too bad."

"However, Youkong, let's deal with it first, you look like this, it's very dangerous." Zhu Shi persuaded.

The figure who had been lying in the corner moved, and a hoarse and emotionless voice came out: "No need...that's fine."

The blood all over his body had solidified, but the blood from the wound did not stop, dripping down.The whole body exudes a strong smell of blood and decay.

"What are you talking about! In this case, it is possible to heal by itself?" Yushiro frowned.

In the dark corner, the corner of the mouth hidden under the hair slowly raised a bitter arc, and the pair of colorless and dull eyes could be vaguely seen in the hair: "It can last until... that's fine..."

"Sinners are not qualified to live in this world..."

The night is thin, and the sky is already faintly white. It won't be long before a new day will usher in.

All the movement behind the paper door has subsided, but the strong smell of blood still lingers.

Nervously straightening the corners of the clothes, the newly changed clothes were already smudged by the blood from the open wound.And that rotten, nasty smell couldn't be dispelled no matter what.

Walking staggeringly, the clogs on his feet knocked on the floor, which was particularly harsh in the silent and empty corridor, but it seemed to show his existence, one sound, one knock.

Finally, he stood in front of the paper door, straightened his collar again, and knelt down.

The slightly tidied hair was pulled behind the ears, revealing the tired but numb face.

"My lord, I'm sorry, I just missed you." His colorless eyes were empty and scattered, staring straight at the door in front of him, as if he was looking at something through the door.

Youkong was silent for a long time, without any response.Then, as if relieved, he showed a bitter and tired arc: "My lord, it has been five days, and I have to leave."

"My lord, I'm really useless. I can't do anything, and I can't save anything. I am so useless, really..."

"I didn't protect everyone well... I didn't protect Xuemi well, and I didn't protect my lord well. I'm really sorry. I'm sorry, my lord."

"I've done a lot of mistakes, and now I'm going to atone for my sins."

"So, my lord. The road ahead is hard. I know it's unfair and cruel. But, my lord, please carry on. Please..."

"Forgive my cowardice..."

In the empty corridor, a man was talking to himself.No answer, no response.It's like a final prayer before God... also like, a self-reflection before God.

However, there is no God in this world, and no God will hear you.

"23 people..." A slightly choked voice, accompanied by trembling all over the body: "23 people, it was my mistake."

"Thirteen people died, five were seriously injured...and...ahem." The hoarse voice narrated word by word: "This is my mistake, and I bear it myself."

"My lord, I'm going to make amends, but..." After a long silence, it was only then that I remembered that he was not qualified to say anything.

The straight waist slowly bent down, and the forehead lightly touched the floor: "Everything is going well, the martial arts are prosperous..."

Heavy movements, slow as if some kind of ceremony was being held.At the edge of the sky, the faint light is already flickering.

He stood up heavily, moved heavily, stepped down the steps, and stood in the empty yard.

He raised his head and stared at the sky with a hint of relief.

"Wow—"

The closed paper door was pushed open, and a pale and slender hand rested on the door frame.The fingertips are glaring red, sharp and sharp.

The numb eyes were the color of bloodwashed eyes, shockingly red and cold.Those dull eyes are destined to have nothing reflected above them.

You Kong slowly revealed a smile, letting the tears fall from the corners of his eyes, his lips parted slightly, but he had no time to say the last word.

Under the sun, the crystal water drops reflected the dazzling light, and then disappeared...

Burning, eventually reduced to ashes...

Barefoot fell to the ground, and then fell in a daze as if embracing the sun.

Yushiro rushed over and hugged him: "You are crazy!!"

The fingertips are only an inch away from the bright sunshine, but it has already begun to show signs of disappearing.

The numb body can't feel the pain, but it clearly knows that it has lost the opportunity to hug.

A bout of dull pain, a bout of slow rusty throbbing...and then silence...

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"Ugh-"

"Ugh-"

The wind blew through the treetops with mournful cries, like funeral music.

The funeral has returned to calm, and the dead are standing on the other side waiting, but the widow has lost the reason and hope to live.

The person standing in front of the window slowly raised his hand to catch the falling petals, his purple eyes showed no emotion.

Although the wound has healed in sevens and eighties, there will still be bursts of stinging pain in the middle of the night when no one is around, and the pain is so painful that I can't breathe.

A thin haori was draped over her shoulders, but she still felt cold from the bottom of her heart.

The corridor at the door was cold, without a trace of life, just like the atmosphere at this time.

Long black hair was casually loose, Wisteria Zhihuru lazily leaned against the pillars in the corridor, her eyes drooping.

From a distance, I saw a figure with sharp steps walking by, and when I looked up, I saw the mint-colored gradient hair tail and the familiar white scabbard.

There were two knives on the waist not covered by the haori.It's just that the white one is destined to be untouched by anyone.

Wisteria Chikuri sat down against the pillar, resting her chin on her knees.

The situation has gradually calmed down, but only they know that this is only on the surface.The worst wounds were still deeply buried, festering and festering.

"I will kill it myself! Please let me kill that evil spirit!"

The boy's words of grief, indignation and determination still linger to this day.

It is cruel but necessary to kill relatives who have turned into evil spirits with one's own hands.

This is the responsibility and obligation of every member of the Ghost Killing Squad.

At that time, no one spoke, as if acquiescing to the boy's words, but the atmosphere of silence was heavy and sad.

However, Xin Zhu, who had just become a member of the Ghost Slayer Squad, suffered this tragedy before he had time to accept his brother's celebration party.

The boy who cried until he fainted from lack of water at first also calmed down, but the smile on that face disappeared forever.Just like his other two elder brothers, he shouldered this sad and heavy task.

Those light blue pupils lost their original light, completely darkened, and completely lost their emotional fluctuations.

Under the consolation and enlightenment of the lord, maybe he saw it away, or maybe he understood it.The young man who abandoned his feelings ran on the front line, and killed many evil spirits in a short period of time, but there was no information about what he wanted.

Kill the evil spirits!

If a person decides to let go of something important, what he gets after awakening will be terrible.

"You're really cunning, Yu." The slightly choked voice disappeared into the wind, as if it had never appeared before.

The ink-colored feathers were raised and put on.The black team uniform was buttoned up meticulously, and the knife on the side of the waist was looming.

"Wisteria Zhihuo! Your wounds haven't healed yet!"

The person who walked to the door turned his head slowly, his lips and teeth parted slightly: "No need, this is fine."

"If this is your decision, then the journey will be smooth and prosperous. Take care, Zhihuo." The man with short black hair standing at the door spoke slowly, with a sad tone.

"Yes, I've come to my senses, Yaozai." The black-haired man stood in the corridor, and solemnly knelt down on one knee: "Take care, my lord."