This lord is too weak but strong

It was snowy.

Looking around, the snow is so vast that there is no end in sight, and the outlines of the mountains can be vaguely seen.

Although it was very faint, he did feel the aura belonging to Token Fusangshen over there.

In 2205 A.D., a group of human beings who called themselves "historical revisionists" wanted to change the original history, and led the time retrograde army to launch a war against the government of time that guarded history.

The government of time selected human beings with powerful spiritual power to sign a contract with Fusangshen who is a sword, and summoned the sword Fusangshen to fight against the time-traveling army, fight against the enemy, and protect history.

Shugo Hoshino is just such a god judge.

As usual, he accepted the task assigned by the Government of Time and led the Sword Fusangshen into battle.

But I don't know why it appeared here, and I don't know why the sword Fusangshen who was supposed to be with him disappeared. I can only vaguely feel that there is one of the swords Fusangshen on the opposite mountain.

As for what time it is now...

Shugo Hoshino looked down at the time-space converter in his arms, and had to admit that it seemed to be broken.

It still stays at the time when he activated the formation.

Garbage current affairs, cheating me of money.

In any case, let's find the sword Fusangshen first and then make plans.

Hoshino Shugo gathered the haori on his body, put his hand to his lips and coughed in a low voice, and then continued to walk towards the mountain in a leisurely manner.

To be honest, he misses the stove and refreshments in Honmaru.

Why did he come to climb the snow mountain in this winter!

This is a somewhat remote town.

Because of the snow, there were no pedestrians on the road, so the young man walking in the snow looked particularly eye-catching.

His figure was thin, and it seemed that a gust of wind could blow him down, but he was not affected in any way, and his steps were steady, leaving a neat row of footprints on the snow behind him.

Hoshino Shugo didn't know how long he walked, but when he finally reached the foot of the mountain, it was already dusk.

The white snow all over the field reflects the brilliance of the setting sun, making it as beautiful as a fairyland.

There is a cabin at the foot of the mountain.

An old man in a cotton coat was walking towards the wooden house with firewood in his arms. When he sensed someone approaching, he subconsciously glanced in this direction.

When he saw the young man walking gracefully in the snow, he couldn't help opening his mouth in surprise, and he didn't even recover from the fact that the firewood in his hand fell to the ground.

The young man in front of him had black hair like ink and a beautiful face. Even this simple and indifferent snow color seemed to be a little more colorful because of his appearance.

He has lived such an old age, and he has never seen such a good-looking person!

Hoshino Shugo paused, walked up to him, bent down to pick up the firewood, and returned it to his hand.

"Old man, may I ask..." Before he finished speaking, he coughed heart-piercingly. He coughed so badly that even his shoulders were trembling slightly.

"You, are you okay?!"

The old man was taken aback by his appearance, and subconsciously wanted to pat him on the back, but Shugo Hoshino raised his hand and stopped him, so he could only look at him at a loss, looking at him After coughing for a while, it stopped.

"I'm fine." Shugo Hoshino coughed twice again, moistened his throat, and continued, "Excuse me, what year is it now?"

The old man looked at him with a worried expression, and didn't hear what he asked at all.

The young man on the opposite side was pale, and there was no trace of blood on his lips. It really didn't look like he was okay.

It is a pity that a beauty with such an astonishing appearance has a sick face.

Seeing that he didn't hear his question at all, Shugo Hoshino asked again tirelessly.

"Huh? Now...it's the Taisho era!"

A strange look appeared on the old man's face. How could someone ask such a question?I don't even know what year it is.

He glanced at the opposite person cautiously again, and an incredible feeling rose in his heart.

I don't know the age, and his handsome appearance is different from ordinary people. Could it be that the young man in front of me is the legendary——

No, how is that possible.

Although the sky was getting darker, the sun had not completely set yet, and the young man in front of him was not bothered by the sunlight at all, so it was naturally not what he thought of.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief quietly.

"Taisho..." Shugo Hoshino pondered for a while, and muttered to himself: "It seems that the space-time converter is really broken."

What he set is obviously the Warring States Period.

His voice was so low that the old man couldn't hear what he said clearly. He looked at Shugo Hoshino again, and couldn't help but ask, "Son, what are you doing here?"

This mountain is uninhabited and there are only a few solitary tombs. It is really not a place that can attract such people.

In the eyes of the old man, the young man in front of him is only suitable for sitting in a gorgeous mansion surrounded by flowers.

"I'm here to find someone." Shugo Hoshino said concisely.

As dusk approached, the mountain wind became heavier, and he gathered the haori again, feeling the chill almost penetrating into his bones.

"Looking for someone? No one lives here except me, the gravekeeper!" The old man frowned and said disapprovingly: "Besides, even if you want to find someone, you can't go at night. There might be some man-eating ghosts wandering around, it's too dangerous."

"Man-eating ghost?" Hoshino Shugo had a gentle smile on his lips.

He hasn't heard such words to scare children for a long time.

Shugo Hoshino didn't take his words to heart, just nodded casually, "Thank you, I understand."

Seeing that he still wanted to go up the mountain, the old man quickly stretched out his hand to pull him, but the young man who looked weak moved very quickly, but he had already walked a few steps away with the effort of reaching out his hand.

The old man watched his back drifting away, couldn't help sighing, and secretly prayed in his heart that there would be no ghosts tonight.

***

Shugo Hoshino did not expect that this place turned out to be a cemetery.

However, maybe it is precisely because it is a graveyard that there is such a saying that ghosts cannibalize people?

He went up the mountain along the path cleared by the grave-sweepers. There were not many graves on the mountain, but there were a few here and there, and there was no gloomy atmosphere as imagined.

It's just that with the cover of the forests in the mountains, the orange-red sunlight can no longer see the shadows, and only this piece of white snow is left, reflecting the faint light.

Whether the ghost legend was true or not, he didn't want to spend the night on the mountain.

Hurry up and find that sword, and go down the mountain to find a warm hotel to stay.

His pace was fast, and he soon reached the halfway up the mountain.But the smell wafting in the air made him frown involuntarily.

That is - the smell of blood.

The mountain wind rattled the feathers on his body, and Shugo Hoshino's figure flashed, but in an instant, he had already arrived at the place where the smell of blood was the strongest.

A mess in the snow.

The bright red blood dyed the snow into a dark color, and the broken limbs and arms in the place showed that a very tragic battle had been fought here, and the loser paid the price with their lives.

Hoshino Shugo closed his eyes and leaned over, taking advantage of the faint moonlight to survey the scene.

Not like the work of a beast.

If it was a beast, it wouldn't just throw the remaining "trophies" on the ground.

If it was a human being... it would be a little too heavy-handed.

Could it be the ghost that the old man said just now?

Shugo Hoshino shrugged, stood up and looked around.

There are messy footprints on the path on the other side. Judging from the depth of the footprints, it doesn't look like the weight of a person.

It appears that there are still survivors.

Such a thought flashed by, and Shugo Hoshino's figure had disappeared from the spot, quickly following the footprints.

"Absolutely, you are absolutely not allowed to hurt the lord—ahhhh!"

When Shugo Hoshino arrived, what he saw was a man with a long knife screaming and rushing towards the bloody monster with sharp horns on his head.

And behind him, guarding a man with horrific scars all over the upper half of his face.

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Another advance receipt of Brandou: [Comprehensive] As a boss, I got the cannon fodder script

Tentative combination of Ghost Slayer + My English + Wen Ye + Tutor, fast time travel.

Although she was used to the setting of the parallel world, Bai Lan never expected that not only did she time travel, but she also became the cannon fodder of all kinds of useless idiots.

Being chased and killed in a world full of evil spirits, almost dead; in a world full of personalities, he became a personalityless person; in a world of people with supernatural powers, he went shopping and died in a scuffle; as the heir of a certain Italian family , was framed and imprisoned.

Brandon Cannon Fodder Jesso: Hehe

Facing this setting full of malice in the universe, Bai Lan showed a friendly smile.

So everyone found that the [Bai Lan] they were familiar with seemed to be a different person.

As a human being, he has the blood ghost skills that ghosts have; as an individual, he shines in the hero entrance examination; as an ordinary person, he has a close relationship with a group of supernatural powers; During the ceremony, he turned back and became the head of the family...

The villains looked at his smile and trembled: What about cannon fodder, is this script different in some way! ?

Bai Lan who tore up the cannon fodder script: Don't worry, I'm not a devil after all.jpg