[Comprehensive] Blades all love Kikyo

Zhengjia, Diyi and Sanwu are born, and Sibing, Wuding and Liuji meet each other.

Today is a heavy mourning day.

There is a thick black mist hovering above the dome, there is no sky or day in hell.

The dark red running water lamp extends into the dense fog along with the Doroni River. In the dense fog, you can only hear the sound of gurgling water. There is no front, no back, no left, no right. The other shore flower leads the way.

Just when they were walking quietly, an old man’s vicissitudes of life sounded from somewhere in the team: “Go slowly, go slowly, the old man’s bones are not sharp, please stop, gentlemen, if you go a little further, you will lose sight of your fingers.”

A ghost spat: "You old bastard is so fond of bluffing people, you obviously don't have hands, so where did you get your five fingers?"

As soon as the front stopped, the team behind them crowded together, and the group of ghosts began to push and shove.

"You damn ghost, why are you in a hurry? Can't you rush to reincarnate?"

"I'm just in a hurry to reincarnate!"

……

The group of ghosts began to blame each other, and gradually became a mess when you came and went. Several new ghosts had not been ghosts for a long time, and they were inexperienced in fighting ghosts. One was accidentally pushed out of the road and fell into the shallow river beside him. inside.

"Help! I'm going to be drowned!"

Startled by the sudden shout, all the ghosts stopped fighting and turned their heads to look, and then laughed endlessly: "Cowardly waste! Can the finger-deep river drown you?"

Another ghost laughed: "You are already dead, wouldn't you become a real 'dead ghost' if you die again? Hahaha!"

The ghost who fell into the river didn't answer, but sat on the water surface and struggled vigorously. In the end, it seemed that he was unable to move, so he could only put down his hands slumpedly, and on the face whose facial features were corroded to the point where he couldn't see clearly, slowly Showing a look of despair.

The river, which seemed to be no more than a finger deep, began to become turbid and thick. Against the backdrop of a row of flowers on the other side, it looked like a rushing blood, with a stench rising upwards. Countless pairs of withered hands stretched out from the bottom of the river. The skin was still attached to the bones, the gnawed fingers had only a few phalanxes left, and some had long and sharp fingertips with a piece of bloody raw meat sticking out of the top.

Pairs of hands that can no longer be called hands swiftly and ferociously grasped the hands and feet of the new ghost, and some strangled the waist and abdomen, until the whole body of the new ghost was pulled by the ghost's hands that were born for no reason, and could not move.

There was silence on the shore, except for the sound of the surging water, there was no sound of it. The ghosts all retreated three feet from the river bank, and none of them wanted to come forward to rescue them.

It does not pass through the way of the living, but opens the door of the dead.

Those who walk on the road to Huangquan are all people who have died in life and have regrets. Even if they were friends in cups and companions on the couch, once they walk on the road to the other side, the past will be forgotten. I don’t know how to save myself, and where it came from Take your time to save the unimportant people.

The three most frequently asked questions by ghosts on this road are——

who am I?

where am i from?

Where am I going?

But no one will answer it.

Another hand rose from the bottom of the river. After groping and climbing, it slowly found Xingui's mouth and covered it. Finally, with a few strong hands, Xingui was sunk into the water without a sound.

After only a while, the rushing river returned to normal.

The group of ghosts heaved a sigh of relief, but they all calmed down and lined up one by one consciously. There was no sound, and the surrounding atmosphere became bleak again.

Only a white-clothed ghost at the end of the line gave himself a sigh of relief as he walked, and only he could hear his deep voice: "This really scared me..."

The team advanced silently for a while, and the white mist seemed to become thicker again. Suddenly there were a few strange screams in the mist, and then a few birds with spread wings rushed out.

Their spread wings almost cover half of the sky, the black wings attached to the surface are actually only a few bones, when the wind blows all the feathers disperse, leaving a pair of crimson skeletons swimming against the wind in mid-air.

The feathers were wrapped around by the wind, and some of them fell into the crowd of ghosts. After lingering in the air for a while, the skeletons suddenly swooped into the crowd of ghosts, causing them to scatter.

"This is a demon bird! Run away! The demon bird wants to eat ghosts!"

The white-clothed ghost wisely chose to take a step back, not to touch these ghosts who fell into panic and became crazy. The scene just now cast a shadow over the hearts of all the ghosts. Everyone only knew that death was the end of life, but they didn't know that death was the end of life. What will happen if you die after death.

The sound of "plopping" sounded one after another in the ear, and the skeleton of the demon bird only needs to be gently moved with its wings, and those ghosts running around will be blown into the water by the hurricane.

The river, which had calmed down, turned red, soared several feet in an instant and violently churned. There were several depressions in the water level. From a high place, it looked like a smiling human face, rolling up its tongue to swallow the ghost who fell into the water alive. into the mouth.

The demon bird transformed into a skeleton made a strange laugh of "Jie Jie", landed on the ground and walked leisurely, and from time to time used its claws to push the ghost lying on the ground pretending to be dead into the river.

There were a few birds trying to harass the white-clothed ghost, so he raised his hand and grabbed a monster bird's paw, and threw it into the river with a half-circle.

The remaining few skeletons flew away from him with a very winking look, making full use of the ability to watch dishes and dishes, only the remaining few ghosts ran towards the white-clothed ghost while trembling. With a boring smile on his face, he didn't show any rejection.

The fog was blown away a lot by the wind blown by the monster bird, and a ghost looked into the distance suspiciously, as if he saw something in the blur.

"Hey, look, that ghost looks so weird."

The other ghost was inexplicably sad: "I saw it too, it looks like a dog."

The white-clothed ghost heard the words and looked, and there was a dog-eared man wearing a fiery red robe and long silver hair standing in the middle of the road surrounded by flowers on the other side.

Its eyes lit up, and it murmured, "Is it a half-demon... Interesting."

The tall body of the dog-eared ghost was completely exposed to the attack range of a group of monster birds, but it didn't seem to care, or absent-minded, with a dazed look on its face.

It's no wonder that regardless of human beings, ghosts and demons, they all look like this after losing their memories.

Seeing the opportunity, the monster bird swooped down and rushed over. Seeing that the sharp claws were about to shatter the body of the dog-eared ghost, the dog-eared ghost suddenly shook, shook its head as if waking up from a dream, and stretched out its hand to touch the empty waist. It froze on the side for a moment, but the monster bird flew close to the side in an instant, and before it could make a move, it turned over on the ground to avoid the sharp beak attack of the skeleton monster bird.

Slowing down from this wave of attacks, the dog-eared ghost flew straight up against the wind, so fast that it was almost invisible to the naked eye.

"Soul Claws!"

Its fingertips turned into sharp blades, and it quickly slashed twice on the skeleton monster bird. For a while, the blade was not visible, only the afterimage left by the waving. This moment was like the cold air in the morning. Condensed into frost, it was dissipated by warm smoke.

The skeletal demon bird quickly annihilated into black ash, and disappeared without a trace. The dog-eared ghost reached out to fish, grabbed the dregs that were scattered in the air, and put it to his nose to sniff.

You can't go wrong with this taste.

Its eyes were about to split open, and it raised its head and roared: "Pianigen——"

The rest of the bird monsters screamed, flapping their wings and flew away in panic. The dispersed mist slowly gathered again, and the figure of the dog-eared ghost gradually disappeared in it.

The white-clothed ghost suddenly lowered his head, and the hood on the white feathers fell on his head, and the two fluffy balls flickered.

"Ha, such an interesting event, you can't miss it."

The author has something to say:

Cute Little Theater

Kikyo: Scared?

Crane Ball is cute ipg: I'm scared, I'm scared!

Crane Ball: Ask the owner to hug and hold you high~

Hasebe: Go to hell, Tsurumaru Kuninaga!

I thought that Keigo Atobe’s article would have the most collection comments, but it turned out to be this one, so I fulfilled my promise, wrote and posted temporarily, and hugged myself who was shivering and didn’t save the manuscript.

I don’t know if this beginning is worthy of Mina-san’s expectations, I will continue to work hard, please don’t leave comments carelessly, give me motivation and support to write down!love~

Look at the tags: Tianwen, and also, what I want to write is not an ancient style. After all, Honmaru is the future, and knives are half modern people. I just want to take a bit of the ancient style, and then the style of writing is a little more humorous and interesting. If you say " The son of God is coming to the bowl" is pure sweet sweet potato balls. The style and taste of this article should be fish-flavored shredded pork, a regular meal, but slightly sweet.

Inuyasha is a good boy, everyone is a good boy, loved, loved both, just sauce

You have to believe that I, Jing Wu, from the prostitution department, is the smoothest, how can I repair more than 32 manuscripts!I feel like I’m going to be like Yang Kun’s “[-] Concerts” in order to promote Atubo… Hahaha qAQ