Don't suffer the fate of Lao Tzu's family! [Master Ghost Extermination]

"when--"

The knives collided with each other continuously, splashing fierce sparks, everything was silent, on the snow-covered field, the sound was particularly clear and piercing.

The blade cuts through the skin, cuts into the texture, and punctures the blood vessels. The red plum-like blood is splashed on the snow layer on the ground. In the black and white world, the red is so gorgeous and so eye-catching.

The wrist keeps changing, sometimes holding the knife handle backwards, sometimes holding it forward, and sometimes throwing the knife out, the blade cuts across the skin on the enemy's wrist, and there is a bright red color on the ground. He reached out and clasped the opponent's wrist, and threw him over the shoulder hard. After knocking the opponent unconscious on the ground, he quickly picked up the knife stuck on the ground, and turned to deal with the next knife that came to him.

what am i doing

The moment I met Yuanyi, I thought I would never wield these swords with these hands again.

But as it turned out, I still picked them up, and in the end even held them tightly to fight.

I told Katsutaro not to mention the "sword", on the one hand, I was trying to avoid it.

When it comes to knives, I gave Yuan Yi a generous opinion, but I don’t think so in my heart. If I can, I don’t want to touch knives again in my life, except for hatchets. After all, I still rely on them for food.

Yuan Yi is different from me, his hands are clean, but mine is covered with blood and filth, the knife is a tool for massacre to me, and for Yuan Yi, the knife has many possibilities.

In my heart, I vaguely hope that Yuanyi will hold the knife, because I want to see a different self, a self that can be protected and guarded by the knife.

Yuanyi is very gentle, so he can definitely do it, do those things that I once wanted to do but couldn't.

I turned my wrist again, and slashed the opponent's arm with a knife. The scream from the opponent was extremely loud in the open field, and spread to the surroundings along the air. , I realized that another trace of blood was splashed on my face.

The knife was still stained with the blood of the enemy, and the red blood was particularly glaring on the silver knife.

The man whose arm had been chopped off stared at me, clutching his bleeding arm and backed away. Excluding the two people who fainted, there were still seven people who remained awake.

Holding the blood-stained knife, I looked coldly at the group of big men below, the sharpness in my eyes was like the knife in my hand, cold and chilling.

It's hard to say who is the one who has the upper hand right now.

"I gave you a chance." I heard myself say coldly, the voice was unfamiliar but familiar, "I don't want my hands to be stained with human blood, but if you don't stop, I can't help it."

"Song" can't speak in this tone, and the only person who can speak in this tone is "Yuge".

"You hateful woman! How dare... how dare...!" The man with the injured arm held his bleeding arm, staring at me, as if he was going to rush over and cut me into pieces in the next second. The premise is that he has this ability.

I have already shown mercy. In the past, they would never have the life to stand in front of me and express their opinions. Although all nine people were injured, none of them were fatal.

All nine of them received injuries to varying degrees, but their lives were safe. This is my kindness to them.

"Hey, I said you should be working together to do something?" I gently wiped the blood-stained blade with my fingers.

During the first attack, I tried to hold one of them hostage to make peace with them, but failed.

This group of dogs didn't care about the lives of their companions at all, and they cooperated loosely, like a team that was put together improvised.

"Can you tell me what it is?" I put down my hand, turned my wrist, and the cold blade faced the people in front of me, reflecting the distressed look at this time, "I don't really want to kill people, but it doesn't mean I won't kill people." , So, tell me the truth, I have a bad temper."

Madara and I are both Uchiha's famous grumpy sister and grumpy brother - the grumpy duo for short, and I wouldn't mind letting them meet one of them at this point.

"How can I wait for a samurai to allow you to be a woman..." The man with the injured arm held his arm, still refusing to let go of the knife in his hand.

"Wait a minute, Noda!" Someone behind the man interrupted him.

The person who interrupted him came out, looking straight at my blade, "Miss, what do you want to know?"

"Inoue! Are you going to bow your head to a woman?" The man named Noda gritted his teeth and glared at her.

"Noda-kun, we can't beat this lady." Inoue said, "Nine people are already in such a mess, but she is still able to do a job with ease. This is a fact."

Hey, finally someone with a clear mind.

As soon as Inoue's words came out, some people were still unconvinced and wanted to rush forward, but seeing the knife in my hand and my squinted eyes, I felt ill and had to grit my teeth and retreat.

"Now, you can speak." I turned my head, stopped looking at other people, and listened intently to Inoue's speech.

This group of people were hired ronin samurai from a family named Fujiwara. They had known each other for less than a month and were recruited by the Fujiwara family from different places.

Three months ago, the wife of the head of the Fujiwara family was assassinated and died on a snowy night. When the body was found the next morning, it was completely cold, soaked in blood on the ground, and there were densely packed beasts on it. Nibbling marks.

The patriarch was furious and vowed to find out the murderer and avenge his wife.

At this time, a person came and said it was a member of the Ghost Killing Team, but the other party said it was a ghost.

At first, the head of the Fujiwara family didn't believe it, but the man from the ghost killing team vowed that he would find the ghost.

The Patriarch was still dubious.

Knowing that one night two months ago, that ghost came out to eat people again, and was caught straight away.

Many people from the ghost killing team did not kill that one, but they almost drove it to a dead end, and the ghost fled all the way to this place.

The head of the Fujiwara family then recruited capable people to kill ghosts everywhere, obviously not trusting the strength of the ghost killing team.

This group of people is not afraid of death to accept the invitation of Patriarch Fujiwara to kill ghosts.

After stopping Inoue's words, I frowned. The matter of catching children as bait did not go away.

Using two children as bait to lure ghosts out, as a victim of my own interests, I really want to hit their heads with a knife, and ask them where they have such a thick skin to do such a thing.

On second thought, aren't all people like this?Don't hesitate to sacrifice others for a certain purpose.

Damn... I remembered something bad again.

Hold on to your head.

I very much suspect that this group of people are not very clear-headed. With this kind of strength, they dare to kill ghosts in groups, and it is almost the same to send winter food reserves.

"You can't kill ghosts." I said, "Go back immediately."

The snow fell even heavier. Before, the outline of the mountains in the distance could be clearly seen, but now there is only a vague line left, with a vague rhythm of being erased.

The temperature dropped sharply, and the series of fights just now made me sweat all over. The cold air around me didn't make me feel cold for the time being, but it will be hard to say later.

I let go of the knife in my hand and wanted to leave. This group of people can’t even beat me. It’s impossible to kill ghosts. If you go back honestly, you can save your life. I and Qitai were both taken back to the village by Gouzi, and I had nothing to do.

It's better to go home and play Yuanyi, the cold is dead in the snow.

woohoo-

The snow wind blew up, rolling snowflakes and hitting my face.

woohoo woohoo-

dong dong dong dong-

It was my heart that beat faster as the snow wind howled, and the smell of blood and human blood brought over by the snow wind.

The cold feeling climbed up the spine one by one. It was a heavy snow day, but my back began to sweat, sweating, and my whole body seemed to be thrown into an ice cellar.

My pupils contracted violently, and I subconsciously clenched the knife in my hand. This feeling...

"Run! Run! Run behind me!" I yelled when I realized it.

coming--

Was it attracted by the smell of blood?

That's too late.

Immediately afterwards, something came through the air, carrying a strong smell of blood.

Something like a whip cut a person's arm open on the spot, splashing a large amount of blood into the air, flicking the whip, turning a corner, sweeping down like cutting leeks, splashing blood, the whip smashed a People dragged into the snow.

There were screams in the snow wind, and... creaking... gnawing sounds.

Here comes the thing.

ghost--

The sharp claws came through the air, like the claws of some kind of beast, they came to me in an instant.

I turned the knife in my hand and looked down at my wrist, the ghost's blood splashed in an arc in the air.

I took advantage of the situation and lowered my body to roll behind the ghost.

Something was squirming, and when I looked back, I found that it was the muscles on the wrist of the cut off ghost squirming, like some kind of mollusc creature, and it grew a new hand in an instant.

The ghost turned around, and I saw its mouth full of blood.

That person was dead just now.

This ghost is different from the one I've seen before. If you want to describe it, it's like a wild dog or a lion. This ghost is more powerful, and the smell of blood on its body is stronger.

"Bah——" Gui fiercely spat out a mouthful of blood, "It's so dirty. Sure enough, men are unpalatable, but women are more to my liking."

Oh, it turns out that ghosts are picky eaters.

I clenched the knife tightly and stared at the other party.

Then the ghost saw me, looked me up and down, and laughed to itself, "Not bad, great, such a young and beautiful girl must have quite a good taste."

"How do you know I'm young?" I smiled, out of the corner of my eye, I was not surprised to see other people looking at me like monsters.

I've seen this look a lot before, and I don't care.

"Who can stipulate that under the skin of a young girl can't be an old aunt who is over fifty years old?" I raised the corners of my lips.

I have a bad habit of talking nonsense even when I'm about to burp.

I am indeed... an old aunt who is over half a century old, and an undead.

The ghost froze for a moment, then laughed "hehehe", the expression on that face was so disgusting that I wanted to vomit.

"It's really good, I've never had such interesting food."

I have never been a food, if you want me to be a food, you have to be qualified.

I took the knife and rushed up again.

My previous experience tells me that when encountering this kind of opponent, it is absolutely impossible to run away. You can only move forward with a knife. Either you kill it and survive, or you are killed by it, and then burp yourself.

The cold wind was howling, and the bony whip hurt me to death. I kept turning the knife in my hand, and the whip made gaps in the knife. I had to keep using it, because I had no time to change it. Get another knife.

What splashed in the snow wind was my blood, and it was also the ghost's blood. The other party kept waving his limbs as if he couldn't feel the pain, and smiled disgustingly at the same time.

My body is too weak. Once I am hit, I will definitely not have the ability to fight again if I am immortal.

"when--"

With a sound, the knife broke, and the bony whip hit my shoulder fiercely. I was thrown out like this, and rolled for a long distance in the soft snow.

The blood under his body stained the white snow red.

There was a sharp pain in my chest, I was breathing heavily, and blood kept gushing out of my mouth, and every time I took a breath, there was a sharp pain.

Holding the knife in his hand, but so weak.

"Rain song."

Reality and illusion are constantly exchanged. I saw the sun rising to the sky in the courtyard covered with white sand. There is a man standing under the sun with a knife in his hand. A real knife, not a bamboo knife or a wooden knife.

"Take the knife, take it," he said, "take it, and take me... to your mother."

I looked at him in embarrassment, against the sun, I couldn't see his face clearly, but when I saw him crying, there was no other expression on that face, if it wasn't for the tears in his eyes, I couldn't believe it, He cried.

Why don't you cry, you still have the nerve to cry when you beat someone so painfully, isn't Lao Tzu the one who should cry?

"You have to beat me and live." His words rang in my ears.

Consciousness returned to the vast expanse of whiteness again. This time, it was not that person who appeared in front of me, but that disgusting ghost. It walked towards me slowly, like a cat teasing a mouse.

"Song."

What appeared in front of me this time was hair like burning charcoal fire. Even in the dark night, the crimson hair tail was still so bright.

The sun wheel flower earrings around his ears were shaking, and a pair of red eyes looked at me, a little dazed.

What can he say, he is a naive kid, if he can say a few more words, I can be happy all day.

I have to admit, he touches my heart all the time.

With him, my heart is at peace.

I braced my arms and stood up, blood dripping on the snow-white ground, which was particularly glaring.

"Ge, can you hold a knife?" I remembered he asked me that day.

The arms that propped him up were trembling, his consciousness became more and more blurred, the snow-white snow field and the dizzy black spots exchanged in his sight, his breathing became short of breath, every breath was trembling, and every movement would be a sharp pain.

I didn't answer, that was the first question I didn't answer him.

Yes, I can hold a knife.

I always will.

The flame rolled onto the blade, and I got up from the snow. My eyes were as fierce as a desperate wolf. The blood from my forehead seeped into my eyes. My vision was not very clear, and a blurry shadow could be seen.

The snow wind is cold, but the flame on the blade is hot.

White smoke was exhaled from his mouth, and every step he took and every breath he took was a sharp pain.

Running, jumping, I rushed straight up, the snow wind was still whistling in my ears, and there were... the screams of ghosts.

The sound of ghosts cursing and cursing sounded in my ears.

I still couldn't kill it, I just chopped off half of its body, there is no sun wheel knife, no wisteria, and the sun hasn't come out, so I can't kill it.

The consciousness became more and more blurred, and the vision was densely covered by black shadows, and the consciousness gradually dissipated as if being pulled away.

"Song."

Like a dream, Yuanyi's voice reappeared, and it seemed to come from the distant horizon.

The author has something to say:

主角嗝屁了，完结撒花【不是】。感谢在2020-09-2520:34:37~2020-09-2620:55:13期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Gongzi Changge;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!