Tomo-sama's Rescue Plan - Hell Chapter

Human beings always focus only on their own group.What they don't know is that ghosts are not the only creatures that are good at walking in the dark, just like these ghost hunters don't know, it is not only monsters that are good at sneaking in all kinds of harsh environments without being easily detected.

I silently cut open the corpse of the monster with a human face and a lizard-like back half in the dark.I didn't expect to encounter this thing in the border area, but this is the fourth one I encountered this night.They are obviously a group of creatures, and they seem to communicate in some vague language. Kill one, and the others will surround them when they smell blood.But they don't seem to cross a certain boundary to enter this area anyway. I tried many times and found that what they resist seems to be the vine called "snow fern".This kind of plant is planted along the border of the base camp of this ghost killing team. I guess it is because its characteristics are similar to wisteria flowers, and it can also play a role in isolating evil things.

The undead in the corpse were purified by me before gushing out, allowing me to fully observe its interior.In the empty body cavity of the monster, there are still mutated bones and a heart half-eaten by the undead. The heart looks very similar to a human being. Let me reconfirm that this thing is a human spirit parasitized by the undead. Forming.

The humans here... seem to have only one source left.

I looked up at the "Snow Fern" stretching like a curtain in the dark night, and felt a chill in my heart.

Sure enough, no matter which group you are in, there are some dark secrets.

After the remaining corpses were completely reduced to ashes, I continued to walk deep into the dense forest.This feeling seems to have returned to the days when I was wandering alone when I first fell into hell. There was endless darkness in front of me, and the land where countless resentful spirits were buried under my feet. I was only accompanied by the long knife in my right hand and the silver bell in my left hand.

And the memory of the girl named Bai Ji.

Those memories are incomparably clear and vivid, scenes of white flowers meandering out from the depths of my heart, shimmering like stars in the dark night.

On the street of cherry blossoms in Edo Castle, the little girl who was bullied looked up and saw the god.

The little god reached out to her and smiled at her with a gentle smile she had never seen before.

— are you all right?How pitiful, can you still stand up?

The bell in front of the shrine was rang, and amidst the melodious chants, the white-clothed waiter carried the chariot carrying the light and entered. The son of God in black on the chariot smiled, and opened his eyes like a pair of eyes in front of the tiny beings. Hauni's eyes.

In front of the altar with flickering candles, the Son of God smiled at her:

——It's not your fault, so don't blame yourself.

In the sunshine of spring, the black-clothed Kagiko danced gracefully in the courtyard with a paper fan in his hand, his pure white hair reflected the golden light, like the last snow in winter.

——It is my duty to help those who are suffering in the world.I hope everyone can get happiness from me, this is the meaning of my existence in this world.

In the blood-stained tea room, the little god smiled and wiped the tears from her face.

- You have done nothing wrong, don't always be so hard on yourself.You are such a brave girl.

In front of the red torii gate, the Son of God put the silver bell in her hand.

——Miss Bai Ji, we will meet later.

On the hillside full of dandelions and daisies, they watched the sunset and moonrise together, and the stars lit up the night sky. The vastness of the world and the depth of destiny were presented to two ignorant children for the first time. The encounter with each other played a lingering sound that lasted for a hundred years.

I know that this is just my own memory, one's agreement, and even one's obsession.But it doesn't matter, this is also part of the god named "Bai Ji", as unique as the girl who lives in my soul.

It is these memories that brought me to the present, because of them, even if I have wandered in hell for a hundred years, the blade in my hand has never dimmed.

There was a blood-red light in the forest in the distance, and there seemed to be a figure walking around. I quickly hid my figure in the shadow of the trees, and quietly approached the direction of the red light.

A tall figure came staggeringly, his footsteps were heavy, and the branches and stones on the ground made a chaotic sound.After the visitor approached, I found that it was the gray-haired man named Zongzheng.Holding a clay bottle in his hand, he drank as he walked, obviously drunk.

I followed him, but after a few steps, he turned around and said sharply, "Who?"

Synchronized with the voice, the twin knives flashed instantly. The blades were beautifully streamlined, with a faint green light flowing, and the thick murderous aura on them, one could tell that there were countless ghosts at a glance.

He looked around with blood-red eyes, and the tip of the knife slid across my head, but in the end he couldn't find anything, the alcohol dulled his senses to some extent.

It's a good condition that there is still alcohol in hell.I silently felt jealous.

Zongzheng put away the knife and continued to walk forward, muttering something while walking, I could only hear sporadic curses like "Damn" and "Kill you", I don't know who was bold enough to make him lose his temper.

When I walked closer, I realized that the place where the red light was located was actually a huge prison made of stone. The black, ferocious keel-like cage was engraved with blood-red spells, and the top and bottom were each covered with a magic circle. The entire cage was burning with raging karmic fire.In the cage, there was a person sitting faintly.

Zongzheng walked over as if completely ignoring those spells, raised his knife and slashed heavily on the stone prison gate a few times.

"Yan Sheng! You coward! Traitor! Get out of here!"

"Come out! Fight with me! Coward! You are treacherous! You are worse than a dog!"

It was quiet in the cage, the man seemed to be surrounded by flames, his body was straight and motionless.

"What the hell are you pretending to be so noble? You are a villain just like your younger brother! Killed us all, and killed the lord! You despicable villain, don't even look at what you look like now... haha ..."

Zongzheng was outside the cage, but he paced around the cage anxiously like a trapped animal, making strange noises whether it was crying or laughing as he walked.

"Haha... What about your proud moon breath? You still lost to the younger generation, right? God has eyes, and finally let you go to hell, look at your miserable appearance! Jiguo Yansheng! Did you hear that? ?! You fucking deserve to die! I will kill you again sooner or later! Let you die completely! All you ghosts deserve to die!"

"Did you hear that?! Coward! Villain!"

He kept banging on the prison cage with his knife, repeating these abusive words while knocking.But the existence in the cage, who didn't know whether it was a human or a ghost, remained silent all the time.

I began to sympathize with Zongzheng a little bit. It seems that after years of killing, not only the ghosts will go crazy, but the ghost killing team will also go crazy.

After a while, Zongzheng seemed to have finally finished his drink and was tired of cursing, so he staggered back along the original road.

I squatted in front of those spells and studied them for a while, and found that they didn't react very much to me, only a slight tingling sensation from karmic fire.So I stepped into the circle carefully and walked to the cage.

At a glance, there are four long thick black iron chains, criss-crossing in the cage, burning red in the rising karmic fire.At the end of the chains are shackles, fastened to a man's hands and feet.

It was a man in a purple snake-print kimono. Even when he was kneeling, he could tell that he was tall and straight. His long black hair was tied into a high ponytail, and it was thickly scattered behind him, like a heavy black cloud.He was motionless under the burning of karmic fire, like a statue made of iron.

It is a ghost who exudes a strong sense of coercion even if he is a prisoner.

"Are you... Master Hei Si Mou?" I asked tentatively.

no respond.

"Is it one of the top strings, Mr. Hei Si Mou?"

I asked again eagerly.

Still no response.

Tsk, creatures like winding ghosts don't look too normal.

Just as I was about to give up communicating with my fate, a deep and slow voice came from the cage:

"Who are you...?"

I'm actually a water god passing by... Of course I can't say that, I'm not a magic stick like Tong Mo.

"I'm a friend of Master Tong Mo."

I thought about it, and chose a statement that I thought was more appropriate, "It's also his last string."

The warrior-like ghost in the cage was silent for a moment, before uttering two words:

"Nonsense..."

"The first quarter moon and the last quarter moon... are the ranks... determined by that lord. The second quarter...can only...recommend...but have no right...to appoint the second quarter."

He said slowly and seriously.

Well?Is that so?So there are so many rules in ghosts?But that ghost never seemed to mention it.

Come on, how could I have thought he was a decent ghost?

Now he's putting on clothes in front of his colleagues.

"Then consider me a friend of that guy." I said helplessly, "Also, I heard that Lord Wuyou has lost to the Ghost Killing Squad and has also been imprisoned in hell. It's time for you to think about yourself It's over."

"Tongmo's... friend...?"

Although the other party turned his back to me, he had a sharp sense of scrutiny.

"He... unexpectedly... gave you ghost blood...?"

Ah, it's seen, it's worthy of being one of the winding ones.

I really don't know what kind of operation it means to give blood between ghosts.But Tong Mo also gave blood to the prostitute Taro.

"You may have misunderstood, what he gave me was his own blood, not that Lord Wuyou's." I explained, "It shouldn't be a big deal, right? Sorry, I haven't encountered a ghost before, so I don't know much about it." Your rules."

The winding one was silent again.

They are all winding, why is there such a big difference in personality?It seems that it is very difficult to talk to this grown-up?

After a while, he slowly opened his mouth:

"The blood giver... can be said to be a reborn parent... and it is also an act of the ghost king..."

"Such presumptuous things... only he... doesn't know the seriousness... dare to act recklessly..."

Eh?

"No, no, you misunderstood again." I hurriedly defended an unreliable ghost, "He just tried it casually, and it happened that I had a special physique, so he didn't turn me into a ghost. You and that Mr. Wuyan is a senior he respects, I often heard him talking about you, saying that you are all his good friends... In short, he definitely did not mean to offend you!"

God, it's so dangerous!I swear that in the future, what that ghost did and said must not be let others know casually. After all, his mind is out of line, and accidents may be triggered at any time!

Just when I started to get nervous, I heard the strict warrior ghost say:

"Forget it... we are all... defeated by others... the twelve ghost moons... all come to naught. The clan of ghosts...has been...extinct in the world...nothing...is left..."

He seemed to be sighing, revealing some kind of piercing sadness.

I frowned.

"Even so, you don't have to be deeply obsessed and be insulted by others here." I said, "Ghosts are also unique existences. Even if there is no Mr. Wu Mi, you still have your own souls and exist in the world with yourself. meaning. Master Heishi Mou, I hope you don’t give up on yourself. I’m just a passerby, and that’s all I can say.”

After all, I decided to retreat, counting the time, it was almost dawn, and I had to go back to my residence before dawn.

Just as I was about to turn around and leave, I heard the warrior in the cage say slowly:

"Tong Mo is...a cold-hearted person...without the slightest bit of humanity...and he takes pleasure in devouring women...you...do it for yourself."

"I understand very well. Thank you, Master Hei Si Mou." I bowed to him and then disappeared into the darkness again.

When I returned to the hut where Xiaomei and I lived temporarily, I deliberately walked around the house and found no sign of the spiritual power barrier being invaded, so I entered the door with confidence.

Xie Huamei seemed to have been on guard all night, she was relieved when she saw me come back, and immediately frowned in disgust.

"What's the smell on you? Is it that kind of monster again?"

"Yes, there are a lot of them on the other side of the border. I didn't bother to clean myself up after I killed them." I made a purified water ball, and washed myself from head to toe, including people and clothes, and said while rushing, "I want a hot spring at first. gone."

"So you went out to kill monsters all night?" Xie Huamei sneered, "This is free work for the ghost killing team."

I dry myself off and feel refreshed at last. "Still a little discovery. Plus I ran into one of your winders."

"What did you say?" Xie Huamei jumped up, "Master Mou Heisi? Is he here too?"

"He was imprisoned by the Ghost Killing Squad, that Feng Zhuzong seems to know him very well."

"What are we going to do? Are we going to save him?" Xiaomei was quite excited, "If there are Master Hei Si Mou and Master Tong Mo, we will definitely be able to escape from here."

"Don't pin your hopes on others, Xie Huamei." I said, "The strong are not without weaknesses, and it's best to rely on yourself. Besides, I think that Mr. Shangxian is willing to be imprisoned, so let's not bother him." Clean is better."

That guy is obviously not the same as Tong Mo, and I will release him only when my brain is flooded.