Night Rabbit Inquisitor

At the moment when Xu gradually disappeared, all the undead corps of the Heavenly Daoists lost their ability to act and fell down.

On the other side, the situation of Tiandao's killers is even more dire.

Because there is virtual immortal blood in their bodies.

After all, Xu's blood can give them powerful power and a body that can regenerate. This precious undead blood belongs to the weapons of the Heavenly Daoists.

Their bodies were like cracks in porcelain, pieces of which shattered and fell off, accompanied by carrion and blood, instantly lost the ability to fight, and could only cover their cheeks and scream.

The scene is like purgatory on earth.

This also happened to correspond to another name of their direct assassination organization - Naraku.

Naraku is hell.

They have brought purgatory to others countless times, to every planet, to the universe, and to the whole world.

Now, the curse from hell returns to themselves.

They lost their fighting ability in an instant and were routed.

The retrograde army fell into madness, roaring and launching indiscriminate attacks on all creatures around them.

Osamu Dazai made a decisive decision, let out a girly scream and hid behind Atsushi Nakajima: "Quick, Atsushi! You quickly become a big tiger to protect me!"

Atsushi Nakajima twitched the corners of his mouth: "...Mr. Dazai, can you take a look at Mr. Nakaya over there? He can sweep a retrograde army with one step."

This, this, contrasts sharply.

"Hey, don't embarrass me, it's not that Atsu-kun doesn't know that I'm not good at martial arts." After making excuses for himself, Osamu Dazai pointed at his side and continued to scream: "Ah! Akun-kun! Pay attention to that Over there, there is another big spider pounced on it!"

Everyone: "..."

I really don’t want to tell everyone that I know him when I’m away from home.

As one of the many onlookers, Ryunosuke Akutagawa was probably the only one who didn't dislike Osamu Dazai.

Instead, he cast a hostile and lemony look at Atsushi Nakajima.

Akutagawa even said with a serious face: "Mr. Dazai, if you are afraid, I can stand in front of you at any time."

Shimura Shin Yaichi slashed open a burst of enemy knives, and asked with a confused expression: "...ah? But what, haven't you been talking about Mr. Dazai being a traitor to the organization?"

Akutagawa Ryunosuke ignored the question from the pair of glasses beside him, and said seriously, "Mr. Dazai, any time is fine."

Shinpachi Shimura: Cough, it seems... It seems that he really admires Mr. Dazai.

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Zhongyuan Zhong also stopped most of the retrograde army on the battlefield by himself.

The stones and ice cones in the snow field lost their gravity and soared into the air. Zhongya Zhongya stood in the center, facing the enemies flying from all directions, the only thing he did was stomp his feet.

——With such a light stomp, the stones and ice picks scattered, and the precise penetration shattered their skulls.

The young man standing in the center of the snowfield slowly raised his hand and lowered the top hat on his head, his ice blue eyes were calm.

Almost everyone who saw it all held their breath.

"Mr. Chuya...he is so handsome." Wu Hutui sighed subconsciously while holding the handle of the knife.

Indeed, no matter how you say it, Mr. Nakaya is very powerful and impeccable, and he is so handsome in battle that there are no dead ends.

The retrograde army continuously gushed out from the gap in time and space, and almost all of them were crushed and annihilated by the Central Plains Zhongye using supernatural powers.

Shen Yao turned her head and happened to meet his eyes when he withdrew his hand.

Just now he had a serious face, and Zhong Ye, who was expressionless, saw this, his eyes softened instantly, he raised his eyes, looked at her and smiled slightly.

This smile made Shen Yao almost trip her right foot over her left foot and fall down.

On the other side, Shenwei, who had killed a bunch of retrograde soldiers with his bare hands, was standing in the sea of ​​corpses and turned his head, only to find that neither of his two younger sisters was looking at him.

Kagura was fighting with Okita Sougo while cursing, while Kagami kept moving his hands, his head remained motionless, and continued to look at the little dwarf in a daze, like a little idiot.

Kamui: "..."

Ah, so angry.

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What does death feel like?

Oboro once experienced the feeling of near death.

In the beginning, he was the one who was rescued by Yoshida Songyang first, and he was the one who first called Songyang a teacher, and he and Songyang met together to escape from Tiandao Temple.

However, Songyang was not called Songyang at that time, he was still the nominal leader of the Heavenly Daoists.

The boy's oboro is not as gloomy as it is now, but is very lively, and even often says some words that make Matsuyo laugh, which makes him gradually get used to smiling.

"Oki is a good boy."

On the night of escaping, because of the exposure of his whereabouts, in order to let the teacher he admired leave smoothly, he set up a trap and tried his best to die with the pursuers.

When Songyang arrived, he only saw the icy corpse, and mistakenly thought he was dead.

That was probably the closest Oboro was to death, but he didn't die.

There is no other reason, thanks to the immortal blood in the body - the blood that the teacher once gave him.

It is enough that the teacher can escape.

Oboro originally thought so.

With nowhere to go, he finally returned to the organization and was miraculously re-accepted by the Naraku Group of Amaterasu.Day after day, year after year, he kept improving his status in the organization, keeping Naraku's minions away from the teacher.

Oboro chose to use this method to protect her teacher.

However, since then, his mentality has become increasingly distorted.

Inadvertently, he watched the teacher adopt Sakata Ginshi, Takasugi Shinsuke, Katsura Kotaro, and started to establish Matsushita private school. Every child surrounded him and called him teacher affectionately.

It is obvious that he has done so much for the teacher in obscurity, but he will never be able to stay by the teacher's side, call him teacher, and live with the teacher like those teenagers.

An emotion called jealousy lingered in his heart a little bit, and he even did a rather terrible thing in the end.

He exposed the whereabouts of the teacher to the Naraku group.

Or, to describe his behavior like this -

——In order to get back the teacher, he killed the teacher in a disguised form.

Therefore, when he saw the reborn Xu who had the same face as his teacher, he chose to be loyal to him without hesitation, and promised that he would never betray him again.

Even if he knows that Xu is no longer a teacher, he will never be a teacher.

He is so cowardly, so stupid, deceiving himself, never admitting that he hurt the teacher.

Therefore, knowing that the later Xu is not Yoshida Shoyo, Oboro still firmly believes that Yoshida Shoyo will definitely come back, deceives himself, and continues to be loyal to Xu.

So sad, so paranoid.

However, the distorted loyalty of seeing him as someone else——has finally come to an end.

Any creature with undead blood in its body will come to an end.

...Of course, including him.

He thought that if he was given another chance, he would never let jealousy take over his heart again.

You must protect your teacher well, no matter what, you must protect him well...

But that's all there is to it.

There will be no other chances.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and from his blurred field of vision, he vaguely saw someone looking at him and smiling.

His smile was as warm and gentle as when we first met. The teacher at that time also smiled like this, and stretched out his redemptive hand towards him.

The teacher didn't question him about his previous betrayal, let alone mention the past, but just gently raised his hand and brushed his forehead, with a sigh in his words.

"Thank you, Oboro."

"Now I can finally forget everything and take a good rest."

He opened his eyes with difficulty, his body fell so fast that he couldn't see the blurred face of the teacher at all.

"...don't you hate me?" he asked.

"Why do I hate you?" Yoshida Shoyang smiled: "Everyone makes mistakes, Oboro."

"I'm sorry..." There are more and more cracks on the body, more and more blood is spreading, the five senses are gradually disappearing, and the body is getting colder and colder. He repeated this sentence over and over again, and his voice became more and more serious. Weakness: "Sorry..."

"You don't need to apologize, you will always be a student of Matsushita Private School." Yoshida Shoyo put his hand on his eyes that could not be closed: "Have a good dream."

"If there is an afterlife..." Hazy uttered the last sentence of this life with difficulty: "I still want to be by the teacher's side."

"Yeah." Yoshida Songyang nodded, chuckled, felt the vibrating sword at his waist tremble slowly, and promised softly: "Yes, I promise you."