non-human secret history

For ghosts, even if the power in the clan is so weak that it is not worth mentioning, at least low-level creatures like Rakshasa are not to be feared, so Chikage Kazama was beaten to death by a swordsman who turned into Rakshasa back then. This matter is a rare joke in the ghost clan.

Of course, any ghost with a little brain should also know how strong Chikage Kazama was, who completely quelled the internal turmoil of the ghost clan by himself when he was young. The strength of the swordsman of "Hakuoki" can also be seen - but this is also due to the fact that he was already quite strong when he was still a human being. In any case, the strength of the Rakshasa transformed by ordinary villagers is stronger than that of the ghosts. It's not worth mentioning after all.

They don't even have a decent weapon.Although some guys also waved and gestured with agricultural tools such as hoes or sickles, most of them just barked their teeth and claws indiscriminately.

It looked sad and pathetic.

I know that this is not the time to let the unnecessary sympathy overflow. Even though they are unarmed, the killing intent on them at the moment is real, so I won't be a bit soft.

When the first Rakshasa waved a hoe and hit me straight, I just dodged slightly to avoid the trajectory of the hoe, and then I turned sideways, and easily approached along the long handle of the hoe to the side of Rakshasa.

It didn't have time to react at the moment, and when I was bullied, it wanted to wave the farm tool in its hand to attack me, but it couldn't do it anymore, because the long handle was completely under my control.

Holding the knife in my backhand, I easily cut through its skin——

"This will lead to a state where there is no pain."

Half self-deprecatingly, I muttered.

It fell down with a bang, and turned into scallion powder with the weather like a shattered sand sculpture-the dead Rakshasa couldn't even leave the last shape.

I have no spare time to mourn this Rakshasa, and its death did not cause any waves among the other Rakshasa who came up under siege—these Rakshasa were originally creatures without consciousness. The so-called sorrow and joy have long been drinking The moment when the water turned like water, all of them were ruined.

They are just a bunch of walking dead trying to destroy everything in front of them.

Without stagnation, with the forward impact, I directly broke into the Rakshasa formation.Before my figure was completely swallowed up by this group of guys with teeth and claws, I finally remembered the human boy from the ghost killing team that I had thrown aside——from the corner of my eye, the boy was still slumped in fear Sitting there, seeing that the Rakshasa has completely separated the eyes from me, but he has no intention of cheering up and participating in the battle.

I screamed in my heart that it was not good.

Although I have no obligation to be responsible for this boy, after all, I seem to be the one who threw him in this kind of place.

I don't think he will be completely helpless in front of Rakshasa with his skill, but anyway, if he is really injured because I threw him here, I will not be able to explain to the Ghost Killing Team-after all, I But there's no way to guarantee that I won't deal with those guys from the Ghost Killing Squad again.

My line of sight was quickly blocked by the monsters that kept coming up, and I couldn't judge whether the boy was really in danger—or I should take care of his direction a little bit.

I was just thinking this way, before I had any real action, there was a flash of thunder and lightning in the direction of the young man, and the powerful force suddenly burst out from him, and the blade of Ju He Yi slashed. At the same time, three or five Rakshasa fell down in response.

And through the little gap that Rakshasa fell and flashed, I also saw the kid's finishing movements like clouds and water——

Clean and neat, it is undoubtedly a very beautiful movement, but...

"Why is there only the same trick back and forth!"

The young man who had recovered the Iai gesture ignored my intentions at all, calmed down with a face that had rarely become serious, took a deep breath, and then performed the same gesture as before.

"The breath of thunder, the form of one, the flash of a thunderbolt—"

Then several Rakshasa fell under the dark golden blade.

...Fine, no matter how many tricks he knows, as long as it works.

Seeing that he already had the will to fight, I naturally stopped being distracted by his situation, and instead focused on dealing with the enemy in front of me.

At some point, a few wisps of floating clouds suddenly floated in the originally clear night sky, filling the deserted Nomura with the sound of killing and cutting.

It seems that this battlefield is getting more and more bleak.

With the joint efforts of that young man, it took much less time to eliminate these Rakshasa than expected—I think maybe I also underestimated the strength of this young man itself.

Of course, at this moment, I have no interest in pursuing the true strength of this young man.Compared with this, I am more concerned about the reason why these Rakshasa appear here-there is obviously someone behind it, and the ultimate goal of the man behind the scenes is what is really intriguing.

I thought it would be quite difficult to find the real culprit behind this. After all, it can be said that the enemy is in the dark. If the other party really wants to hide their identity on purpose, it will be difficult for me to really find out where the other party is. .

But the guy who created this scene was even crazier than I imagined—or, if she wasn't really crazy, I really can't figure out why she came to this point.

After the figure of the last Rakshasa also drifted away with the wind, the blond boy had already shown a relaxed expression. Although his eyes were still slightly closed, I think he was not as focused as he was in the battle.

——But at this moment, I only had a nauseating smell of blood directly hitting my five senses.

It was obviously a ghost, an evil ghost bred from the blood of Oni Mai Tsuji Mumi that ate human flesh and blood.

I think this may be the ghost that the boy mentioned earlier that he should have dealt with.I don't know if it was because our previous battle with Rakshasa finally alarmed it that was dormant in this Nomura. In short, within a short while, it has already determined our position and rushed towards us.

It's just that the words of this ghost are nothing to be afraid of, although that guy also smells of blood, but in terms of strength, I think it is still nothing to be afraid of, and I didn't even think about reminding him. The boy next to him.

But when the figure of that ghost finally appeared in the dark night, followed by a crisp sound like the impact of silver bells——I suddenly realized that, apart from the appearance of that ghost, In addition to the ferocious ghost, there was another existence in this village, and that guy had perfectly concealed his aura with the bloody aura of the fellow ghost until he showed up.

——I don't know how she did it, but I know that her ability to do this is far superior to mine.

And the identity of this person...

"It's been a long time." What came into my ears was a warm and soft voice, with a charm that seemed to penetrate into the bone marrow. This tone was really strange to me, but I was familiar with this voice.

"So you've grown up so much..." The visitor continued, with a hint of annoyance in his tone: "No, I really didn't expect you to be able to grow up."

As if hallucinating, the costume of the visitor was completely different from mine, but in the hazy night, I had a feeling as if I was looking in a mirror—just because that face was so similar to mine.

"Hua...ji?" Somewhat uncertain, I called out the name.

In return, the woman laughed like a madman.

"I didn't expect you to remember me, I thought your brain was completely broken after that time——"

"what?"

I was suddenly at a loss for a moment.

Whether it's the tone of voice or the style of dressing, the woman in front of me is completely different from the vague shadow in my memory, and even her breath is - after removing the cover, I can clearly feel that her breath is stronger than before Yes, and it also added a bloody smell so strong that no one could ignore it.

But I know she is Hua Ji.She had conceived my father, and of course I bear her mark—blood does not lie.

"Genji... Chiya." She said my name, and the expression on her face with the heavy makeup like a woman in the flower street was a little distorted-I couldn't tell what kind of emotion it was, it seemed to be ridiculed, But it's like anger or sadness.

The silver bells coming from my ears became more and more urgent, and it was only then that I noticed that the bells were earrings she was wearing.

"Master Hua Ji, you..."

"Yes, that's the expression, you always like to show this kind of blank and innocent expression——"

"It doesn't matter, you have a lot of time to be at a loss, but when you are at a loss, let me use your companion as the bait for the animals I raise."

Only then did I suddenly come back to my senses, and when I turned my head to look, the blond boy had already been wrestling with the flaming ghost at some point.

The thin clouds in the night sky suddenly dispersed, and the clear brilliance of the full moon instantly illuminated the battlefield——

Under the background of Qinghui, there was already a dagger that seemed to be rolling in flames in Hua Ji's hand. She glanced at me with a half-smile, and then raised her hand and swung the knife straight in the direction of the boy. Stab away.

"—Shanyi!"

I exclaimed.At the same time, I raised my hand and pulled out my Owakizasa, and I blocked Hua Ji's attack trajectory.

The short soldiers made violent impact sounds in mid-air, and compared with Hua Ji's spiritual power, the spiritual power emanating from the blades I used was too dim to be worth mentioning.

I almost exhausted all my strength to finally parry Hua Ji's attack.

Fortunately, Hua Ji, who was blocked by an attack, was not in a hurry to make the next attack. She just raised her wrist and pointed the dagger straight at the tip of my nose.

The corners of her lips were slightly raised, and there was an almost coquettish smile on her pretty face.

"Are you going to fight with me? Chia Ya." She said sarcastically, "Have you forgotten, who first taught you the ability of your three-legged cat?"

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