Hong Ji

The author has something to say: I can’t help opening Hong Ji’s trap again. In fact, I have thought about it before, and then when I talked about the god of death in the group last time, I suddenly thought about whether to give it a try, but I still couldn’t hold back , even though the death pit is really cold recently, the book "Red Concubine" is quite meaningful to me. After all, the first article I finished in JJ is Hong Ji (formerly known as "Red Concubine", now The one with ver.1.0 added to the suffix in the column) But that article was really Su Lei’s scum afterward, so it was locked, and there was ver.2.0.That article was originally intended to be written as a novella, but the more it was written, the more it collapsed, and it was rushed. But the ending is what I wanted to write from the beginning. Although many people said it was a scumbag ending, I personally still like it. .This article... just take it as my atonement for 1 and 2 (laughs, I hope there will be a different story this time, and an ending that satisfies everyone and me, after all, this is the last episode of the Hongji series This is it. Didn’t it mean that things are only three (although it’s not the last one used in this way, happy birthday to the store manager!

This is a wasteland, covered with white snow, only gray and white when you look around—the lead gray sky, plain white snow, the color is so light that people can't keep their eyes open.

Occasionally, a few slender withered tree trunks were slanted in the snow, and the thick snow piled up on the bare branches, which made people feel a little startled, for fear that these branches, which were only a little thicker than a finger, would not be able to withstand the snow. The weight was crushed abruptly.

The cold wind has never stopped from the very beginning, howling unscrupulously in this uninhabited wasteland, the sound is like a mournful cry, which makes people feel a little worried.

She stopped, looking at the wasteland, only felt an indescribable desolation and despair, but in the end she still gathered the dark brown cloak around her body, and continued walking aimlessly.

She didn't know where this place was, nor why she appeared here, nor where she should go.But the only thing she knows is that if she doesn't move forward, she can only wait to die in this cold wasteland.

Slight hope or death, the only two options before her.

She chose the former, so all she can do is keep moving forward.

In fact, she was very clear that she did not belong to this place, but for some reason, after she opened her eyes from a coma, she found herself here—wearing strange and weird clothes, strange jewelry, radiance, etc. The only thing that can protect against some cold is this thin cloak that was worn on the body from the beginning.

It's not just her outfit that's weird.

She stretched out her hand and brushed her loose hair, which was as bright red as a maple leaf, in stark contrast to the snow-covered land.

Yes, her original black hair turned red which she hated the most.

This is another reality that she had to accept since she woke up, cruel and real.

The leaden gray sky was shrouded in big clouds. She couldn't see the sun and naturally didn't know the change of time, so she didn't know how long she had walked in this desolate land. The only thing she could be sure of was It's because I'm tired.

Just relying on the change of hair characteristics, she couldn't be sure whether this body was her original one, but judging from the hands and feet that were much smaller than the impression, the possibility that this body was before her time travel was not very high. Even the age seems to be much younger than the original.

Exhaustion made her stop again. She put her hands on her legs and panted heavily, but this action made her gasp for cold air accidentally, causing her to cover her mouth with her hands and cough It took a long time before he calmed down a little.

But she soon found that she didn't seem to have so much free time to rest.

The sharp attack came from behind her along with the cold wind. For some reason, she, who was still coughing, was able to notice this surprise attack and quickly responded accordingly.

When the sharp blade was about to touch her, she quickly turned back to face the attacker and put a certain distance away from him. This seemed an unimaginable move for her in the past.

Before she came here, her reflexes were not so good, but now...

But like instinct.

"Who are you."

She narrowed her eyes slightly, and looked at the man in front of her vigilantly. The man was wearing a strange costume that she thought might only appear in animation. The overly open costume made her wonder if the man would be in The problem of feeling cold in the ice and snow.

But these are not the most important.

The important thing is that the other party still holds the weapon that attacked her just now.

It looked like a knife, but it was a bit different from the knife in her memory, except that the only similarity was the blade that shone coldly against the snow field, as if it could cut the prey open at any time like.

(Still too blunt.)

She couldn't help being taken aback by her own thought. After all, such a knife doesn't look too blunt, does it?

"Are you joking?"

After hearing her question, the other party couldn't help but sneered, and disdain and contempt appeared in the eyes that were originally full of fighting spirit, "What else can appear here besides Zanpakuto? "

She didn't make any response, but just looked at the other party silently, thinking about what the other party said just now.

Zanpakuto?What it is?

However, no matter how many doubts she had in her heart, she still maintained her composure on the surface, and her expression did not change too much—it is very necessary to remain rational at all times.

"So, what's the matter with you looking for me?"

"You guy..."

The other party looked her up and down for a long time—with a very disgusting and probing look, and then suddenly grinned, "I see, it seems that you are a newborn baby."

She knew exactly what the other party was talking about, but she wrote down what he said one by one.

Zanpakuto, newborn.

The former should be her...or it could be the race of her and the man in front of her, it doesn't sound like a human being—or is it because she heard it wrong, it should be another word?

As for the latter, it should refer to her current state, newborn... As the name suggests, she is Zanpakuto who was just born.

Then the next question is why the other party is so excited because he is a newborn.

"It seems that I have good luck today."

Saying this, the other party finally suppressed the smile on his face, his expression changed from contempt at first to excitement later, and now it has been stained with killing intent, "I actually met a little girl who didn't understand anything, although A bit boring, but…”

As soon as the words fell, the opponent slashed at her persistently with a knife, and she jumped back dangerously to avoid the opponent's attack, but a deep bloodstain was cut on her left shoulder, and the red liquid with the smell of iron came out of it. Gushing out of the wound, no matter what, it couldn't be stopped.

To be honest, it hurts, really hurts.

She had never suffered such an injury in her life, and the pain was so painful that she could no longer maintain her original calm expression, and even had the illusion of "really going to die".

——Perhaps this is not an illusion.

"I didn't expect to hide quite quickly." Looking at the wound on her shoulder, the other party clicked his tongue lightly, as if he was a little dissatisfied with his failure to kill her with a single knife, "But next time you won't be so good luck."

"Good luck..."

She murmured softly, but suddenly found that the knife in the opponent's hand disappeared at some point.

Yes, it wasn't taken back into the scabbard by him - besides, she couldn't think of how to put it back into the scabbard with such a strange shape - but it really disappeared out of thin air.

How is this going?

She frowned, and jumped back to distance herself from the opponent again. This time, she clearly saw the disappearing knife suddenly appear in his hand out of thin air, and then slashed her right leg fiercely.

The leg injury made it difficult for her not to mention standing up normally, but even moving. It was really uncertain whether she would be able to escape the opponent's attack next time.

"Hey, let's ask first."

She finally spoke again, but this time her voice was no longer as calm as before, but mixed with serious gasps, "Why did you attack me?"

This is her biggest doubt.

The surprise attack for no reason, and the excitement after discovering that she was a newborn, plus the aura of obliterating her now no matter what-and the knife that can appear and disappear at any time.

What the hell is going on with all of this?

Hearing her question, the other party didn't stop attacking, but instead attacked her again and again, adding new wounds one after another on her body.

The cloak that was originally used to keep out the cold has long been broken by his attack, and scars one after another are entrenched on her body, deep and shallow, looking hideous, and the blood even stained her red clothes. One layer deeper.

Although the speed of hemostasis in this icy and snowy area will be a little faster than normal, but with the number of wounds and the speed of bleeding, she has no doubt that she will soon be unable to hold on.

(You have to think of a way.)

(I don't want to stop here.)

And just when she was about to be unable to support herself and fell to the ground, the other party finally stopped her original attack, "Actually, I am also very kind, so let me tell you, it will make you understand."

"Why do you ask me to attack you? Ha, don't you understand such a simple question?"

Taking advantage of the height difference, he looked down at her, and she could see the other person's expression was indifferent, and there was no trace of wave in his dark eyes, but there was still a trace of cruelty.

"Of course it's because of instinct."

She, who was still tormented by the pain, was shocked by this answer and stopped trembling.

"Killing is the instinct of our Zanpakuto. Even those junk Zanpakuto of the healing and defense systems can't change their nature as a sword. Slaughter, massacre, and then let yourself be covered with the blood of the prey, Isn't that the most wonderful thing?"

As he said so, his expression was also tainted with a bit of madness.

"The Shinigami with the strongest Zanpakuto must also be the strongest, and only the strongest Shinigami and his Zanpakuto will be engraved in history. The weak guy can only become the strong stepping stone."

With such a description, he almost lost his mind.

"That's why I want to kill newborns like you one by one, leaving no room for you to grow up, because I don't have good intentions to leave any hidden dangers for myself."

She gritted her teeth tightly, not letting herself make any noise because of the pain, and then slowly stood upright.

Even though her legs were bruised, covered in blood, and shaking with pain, she would never want to, and would never allow herself to fall in front of such a guy.

"Instinct..."

She looked at the man who had calmed down and smiled, as if relieved.

"I don't care about this kind of thing."

She has nothing else, but her ability to accept new things in a new environment is a little stronger than others, so even if she knows that she has become the Zanpakuto in the other party's mouth, she doesn't feel any discomfort.

But she didn't want to accept this kind of instinct that was no different from a beast!

"……you!"

The man looked in amazement at the red light that suddenly appeared in her hand, and then gradually, something seemed to take shape in her hand.

Having experienced this scene before, he naturally understood that this was her awakening as Zanpakutō.

This realization made him quickly hold the knife in his hand again, and then attack her with all his might—he wanted to finish her off before she fully awakened.

But it's too late.

The strong collision of knives and knives brought more than sound stimulation. For some unknown reason, white snow splashed and hit the clothes of the two of them. The contrast between red and white was so sharp.

She looked at the knife that suddenly appeared in her hand, which was somewhat different from the knife in her memory.

First of all, this knife does not have a shank, and secondly, there is a small bend at the end of the knife.

Most importantly, it is a straight knife.

The entire blade has no curvature at all, and the blade and the back of the blade are two completely parallel straight lines, which seem to be different from the knives in her memory.And this knife is much thinner than the knife in the opponent's hand - no matter how you look at it, it looks like it will break if it is folded.

But she somehow believed that the knife would not be broken so easily.

"What is this? You think such a thin knife can..."

Before the man finished speaking, she had already taken the initiative to attack him. This was the first time she had taken the initiative to attack since the beginning of this unilateral oppressive battle.

Without any hesitation, like a warrior who has experienced many battles.

"If that's what you call Zanpakuto's instinct..."

She drew the knife very fast, so fast that he, who had created so many wounds on her body before, could not respond immediately.

"Then let me cut it off."

Saying so, she tightly held the knife that men called too thin in her hand. She, who had never learned how to use this kind of knife, completed a gorgeous reversal in just a moment, and she was unstoppable. Splitting the knife in the man's hand into two pieces was as easy as cutting tofu.

Compared to the astonishment on the man's face, her expression has returned to its original calmness.

"Look, your knife is too blunt."

"And your instinct too."