Tomo-sama's Rescue Plan - Hell Chapter

It didn't take much effort to find Huangyue. It seems that in the Necromancer Forest, even ghosts are easily confused by the chaotic aura of the forest. He didn't even run as far as I imagined, just like when he first arrived in hell. The prostitute Taro and Xiaomei lost their way.

The kid stood in a daze at a fork in the road, not knowing what he saw. I walked over and looked around, but found nothing unusual.

"What's the matter? Is there something wrong here?"

It wasn't until I patted him on the shoulder that he bounced up as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"Dead woman! Why are you as silent as a ghost?! Wait, you can't be dead, are you a ghost now?"

"...Strictly speaking, we are all ghosts now, are you relieved now? Did you hear some voice?"

"You... how do you know?" The boy looked at me suspiciously.

"Necromancer hell is like this. You will see or hear something related to you when you were alive. If you fall into an illusion and cannot come out, your soul will be eaten. I think you have been here for a long time. What did you hear? gone?"

Yan Yue sneered: "I just heard someone scolding me, anyway, they can't say anything good. Why didn't you die? Did you use some life-saving means to make Shangxian Er let you go?"

"It's just that I'm better at hiding. Do you think I've spent 200 years in hell for nothing?" I was in a good mood, so I didn't care much about his harsh words, "Let's go, I understand, I owe you all These bastards."

"Haha, 200 years? In this damn place? You have to limit your bragging, right?"

"This is an endless hell, haven't you heard of it? 'Hundreds of thousands of years, there is no time to find out', what is 200 years, if your sins have not been redeemed, it is normal to imprison you for 1000 years, who made you a ghost. Don't be stunned It's on, can you go?"

"...What's wrong with the ghost?! I only live for my own sake! What's wrong with me?!"

Suddenly, without warning, Yan Yue roared, almost heart-piercing.

"The old man will only favor that trash! Since I broke into his door, I got up to practice swords every day before dawn. Did I get lazy one day?! When did I ever cry out when I was on a mission?! Is he blind?! Why is he always looking at that crying little trash?! Isn’t he just able to cry? There’s a fucking use for crying?! When I come to me, I’ll just make an old face, what the hell can I do No matter how hard he tries, he can’t see it! Can’t see it! There are also those useless things who only gossip behind their backs, thinking that I don’t know that they look down on me, and curse me to be eaten by ghosts sooner or later?! look!"

His eyes were tearing open, and a series of extremely nasty vulgar words made my ears ring.In order to prevent the nearby monsters from being recruited again, I can only lay down the road barrier silently.

Sure enough, the times have changed, and the young people in Taisho even used foul language that I have never heard before.

Xiaomei, you are still the cutest!I miss you!

He kept cursing until he was out of breath.I raised my hand and made a water polo and handed it to him: "Drink some water, you sound like your throat is going to smoke."

The boy stared at me with red eyes: "What is this? Why can you use vampirism?"

"I'll tell you after you drink it first, it's not poisoned."

"I don't know you well, why should I drink your water?"

Ah, this kid has a really bad personality.

"I don't know you well, why should I guide you? Why should I help you find a knife? Why should I take you to see Mr. Heishimou? Why should I spend time here listening to you scolding people?" I said bluntly, "You Drink it or don't drink it, where are there so many messy thoughts?"

He gritted his teeth, as if he wanted to beat me up, but in the end he probably remembered the experience of being beaten up by me, he didn't say anything, and drank the water with a dark face.

I feel that since I met Tong Mo, my patience level has improved a lot. In the past, this kind of grumpy boy full of resentment was simply the object I hated the most.

"This water is quite sweet." He said inexplicably.

"This is water with the power of purification. I am actually a water god." I said lightly, "I know you won't believe it. Let's go after drinking it."

Sure enough, he froze for a moment and then sneered.

"Water god? I'm still a Zashiki warji! You're obviously a ghost, right?"

"It's almost the same. In this place, there is no difference between gods and ghosts."

I didn't bother to explain to him, I just walked forward.I didn't know that this kid saw me ignoring him, and instead started looking for something to talk about.

"When did you become a ghost? Was that blood given to you by that adult?" He held the knife and asked with great interest, "I think you are very powerful. Female ghosts are rarely powerful. The sixth on the winding string is a female ghost, very weak."

I had to correct him, "The sixth on the first string is a pair of brothers and sisters, and Xiaomei is not weak at all, she is a beautiful and strong girl, if you haven't met her, don't talk nonsense."

"Oh, I haven't been a ghost for a long time, and I heard other ghosts say it." He was honest this time, "But the lord asked me to take over the position of the sixth, it's true, I didn't lie, I was recommended by Master Heishi Mou."

"I believe that. Although I don't understand Thunder's Breath, your saber technique looks very solid," I said, "If you honed it a little longer, you should be able to become a pillar or something?"

He said disdainfully: "I don't care about being a pillar. It's also very good to be a stringer. Where can I do it? Hey, you haven't said it yet. Are you also recommended by Mr. Hei Si Mou?"

"No, it's Master Tong Mo."

Seeing his dumbfounded expression, I couldn't help being amused, "What's your expression? Yes, it's the guy who chased us down just now."

"Sure enough, it's exactly as they said."

"What's the same?"

He lowered his voice, "It is said that Shangxian Er has a brain problem, which is more terrifying than that lord. He even chases and kills the subordinates recommended by him. If it is not a brain problem, what is it?"

... Is there so much gossip between ghosts?And speaking ill of my superior in front of me, is this kid really not very good at being a human being?

But... why does a certain ghost seem to have a worse reputation than Mr. Wu Mi? ?

"You dare to talk about that lord behind his back, aren't you afraid of being known by him?" I said coolly to him, and his face turned pale.

Haha, I'm not very brave.

"I didn't say this, it was said by another ghost," he quickly argued, "It's a female ghost named Ling Yuzi, if that adult asks, you are not allowed to frame me."

Tsk, the selling partners are also selling very quickly.

"Why did I plant you, and you didn't get in my way. How old are you?"

The boy looked alert, "Why are you asking this?"

"Don't do anything, just ask casually." I was stunned, "Are you often framed by others? Why are you so vigilant?"

Yan Yue's face darkened again, "What do you know, I'm too lazy to tell you."

I silently decided to ignore him.He heard him say absent-mindedly again:

"I'm seventeen... almost eighteen."

"Sure enough, you're still a kid," I laughed. "You're so young, why did you join the Ghost Slayer Squad?"

"I've said it all, I'm the sixth of the strings, and I have nothing to do with that kind of rubbish organization." He said with a look of boredom, "I will work for whoever appreciates me, and everything else is fake. You Don’t keep calling me a child, I learned knives from the old man when I was 13, and I was [-] when I joined the team, and the current Juri is much older than me.”

"Then you have only studied for four years or less? It's very good. I thought you learned it since childhood."

"Are you kidding me? When I was young, it would have been nice to have something to eat, and learn how to learn knives?" He laughed wildly, "If it wasn't for getting ahead, who would join an organization like the Ghost Killing Squad? Hahaha!"

"So have you risen to the top?" I asked curiously.

"Of course, in terms of my strength, it's okay to be Naruto. If it wasn't for that stinky old man who insisted that I inherit the breath of thunder with that little trash, I would have been Naruto! They all look down on me, black death Mr. Mou thinks highly of me!" He said bitterly, "I'll go back sooner or later and slaughter that little trash!"

I don't know which little trash he was talking about. I wanted to remind him that he was dead, but seeing his resentful expression, I swallowed the words back.

"Thunder's breathing... seems to be a breathing method that is very particular about speed." I recalled, "Your sword technique is very proficient, but the speed and explosive power are still a bit short."

"What do you know about Thunder's Breath?" He sneered disdainfully, "You haven't learned it before."

"The owner of the knife I gave you was Lei Zhu from the Warring States Period..."

"That's Mingzhu! You don't even know that, but you still say you understand the breath of thunder?" He looked at me contemptuously, "Will you die if you don't brag?"

"At that time it was indeed called Lei Zhu, you know the ghost killing team stationed here?" I patiently explained, "Zaoyun is one of the three pillars of the Warring States Period there, I had the honor to compete with him But, so I can remember several moves, such as Dao Hun, which is a very fast five-strike combo, Yuan Lei is a long-distance assault, and Thunderbolt Flash is a slash with amazing speed and explosive power, a bit like I remember the first time I saw Zaoyun use that sword technique that Master Heishimou used to deal with monsters that day, even I almost didn’t see his attack clearly. When I caught that knife, my whole body was shocked numb..."

"How is it possible?! Can you catch Zhu's Yizhi?" Yan Yue was full of disbelief, "Are you really a ghost? This kind of strength...why isn't it winding?"

"I told you that I am a god, and I have been fighting people here for 200 years, but I am better at defending and escaping than attacking." I smiled, "If you have a chance, you and I will officially fight You'll know it right away. Now, prepare to throw away your fear and face with me, and face Mr. Heishi Mou."

The chilling ghostly aura like the cold moon indicated the existence of the first string.

As before, Ghost Swordsman sat under a tall old tree.It may be because of the too long time, or it may be due to other things, but I didn't feel the hostility of ordinary ghosts from him.He is really a very quiet person, so quiet that he always gives me the feeling that he is waiting for something.

After I knelt down and saluted, he just opened his eyes and looked at me, as if examining.

"Why...the smell of blood?"

I lowered my head, stared at the ground and said: "You are so sharp, it was just a few words of argument with Master Tong Mo before going out, it is a minor injury, and it has recovered."

"Tong Mo asked you to come...for what purpose?"

His voice is flat, but it hits the nail on the head. I can't help but secretly sigh, this Lord Shangxian seems to be very thoughtful, and he must be careful to deal with it.

"I don't want to hide anything from you, Master Hei Si Mou. It is my own will to learn sword skills. You also saw it when I dealt with monsters that day. My slashing speed is acceptable, but my strength and lethality are not enough. I want to To become stronger, I want to display the one-hit-kill sword skill like yours." I saluted again, "Please teach me. You don't have to worry, I have been in the Infernal Hell for 200 years, and I can endure all kinds of hardships."

"Why do you... want to become stronger?"

Master Hei Si Mou asked a question that I hadn't thought of with a low and pleasant voice.

"Eh?" I raised my head, but I still couldn't read any expression on his face, "Being stronger...isn't it the normal pursuit of warriors? Who doesn't want to become stronger? Although it's rude to say this, you should also have the desire to become stronger, my lord." A strong wish is why you have honed your sword skills to such a peak?"

"The way of martial arts... has no end." He said slowly, "There will always be...someone stronger than you...born in this world, no matter how much you pursue...you will never get it. Do you...have this awareness?"

Why would he say such a thing?it's wired.

This kind of feeling with a touch of regret is really not suitable for one of the powerful winding ones.

"So you are referring to this matter. My lord, I am a god, not a warrior. Even if I have the memory of being a human, I am just a little witch in the shrine." I lowered my eyes, "But it is probably because of this Well, when a friend needed me, I failed to help him and protect him by his side, leaving a hundred years of regret for this. So I want to become stronger, all because one day, I hope to protect important people with a knife in my hand Even if you can stand side by side with him, it would be good. I don't have that kind of extravagant pursuit, in fact."

The six-eyed ghost warrior stared at me for a long time, and finally nodded slightly.

"Although you are a woman... your bearing... is extraordinary. Even so, I will not... show mercy to you."

Sitting upright, his body was as motionless as a mountain, and he said in a deep voice, "Just use your greatest strength...to attack me."

"Eh?? Are you asking me to draw a knife and chop you?" I was startled, "This is too rude!"

"Swordsmanship...is a killing technique. Let me see...your strength."

What a strict teacher... Master Hei Si Mou.

"Then I'm not being polite, please forgive me for being rude!"

I feinted for a while, chose my best detour, jumped to his left side as fast as I could, and swung the knife away.

A huge force came from my knife, and before I could adjust the angle to release the force, it was like being swept in by a strong wind, and my body slammed into the tree trunk in a very indecent posture.

I turned around in mid-air, kicked off the tree, and pounced again.

Unexpectedly, the result was the same, and he was thrown out again.

It's really unreasonable, he didn't even draw out the knife, he just used the scabbard, how could he have so much strength!

It almost seems to be able to predict my attack trajectory, the winding one is really terrifying!

After repeating this more than a dozen times, I finally turned over, took a few steps back and stood still.

"Why is this happening? My lord? Your defense has no dead ends at all. How did you do it?"

He didn't explain, but said indifferently: "Come again."

It's the same again, no matter from which tricky angle, even changing the angle of attack several times in the middle, he can accurately block my attack.

Is this... the benefit of having six eyes?

I suddenly remembered that some animals have the ability to predict the next move from the change of the opponent's smell. Is it a similar principle?

After being thrown out again, I decided to take a gamble.

The moment I approached him, I suddenly restrained all my breath, and then switched the attack angle as quickly as possible.

clang--

The power from the knife finally no longer resembled a gust of wind, but a fierce killing intent.Feeling a touch of moonlight-like sword energy, I looked down, and the demon knife full of eyes was out of its sheath for a foot.

I retreated sharply, my heart beating wildly with the killing intent.

Master Hei Si Mou pushed the knife into its sheath, staring at me silently and sharply.

In the end, he spit out two words lightly:

"good."

"Your eyes have some kind of ability, right? Master Black Death Mou? Can you predict my attack?" I asked suspiciously, "Is this a blood ghost technique?"

There was a trace of affirmation in his tone: "You are very sharp... you are worthy of being a god. This is... a transparent vision."

I was surprised: "Transparent vision? Does that mean you can see through my attack trajectory?"

"When you are alive, you can see through the movement of muscles...and the flow of blood...but here, you can also feel...the change of breath."

"That's right! I'm just speculating, because in nature, some animals will have similar abilities. After all, I'm the snake god of Arakawa. The judgment I just made was based on instinct."

"No...you're coping well. This...method of hiding yourself...is your own creation?"

I was actually praised by one of the winding ones, and I suddenly felt flattered.

"Yes, my lord, I'm not afraid of you making fun of me. I was imprisoned in the Infernal Hell for many years, and my strength was greatly reduced due to the loss of my God body and memory. When I encountered enemies, I could only run away as much as possible. The ability to escape and hide." I laughed.

"No wonder..." Ghost Swordsman nodded, "Your sword skills... are more like a ninja's assassination... rather than... a swordsman's attack. So...if you encounter a strong enemy...it will be difficult...to exert your strength."

As expected of a swordsman who has honed his superb skills in hundreds of years of fighting, I saw my weakness just by probing.

"I... I don't have enough strength to swing the knife." I said depressedly, "I can't cut open the body of the monster like you."

Master Heishi Mou looked at me calmly, and said slowly:

"It's not because of your strength...but...you lack killing intent."

His words were like enlightenment, and instantly woke me up.

Yes, I am not a person who likes to kill.Even my knife was originally just a small knife without a blade. After 200 years of fighting in the endless hell, it has been developed into a knife that can kill spirits.But even after being a hunter for many years, most of the time I just want to protect myself.

As a god, I seldom allow myself anger or resentment, for fear that it will literally send me to hell.Even in the previous battle with the Demon Slayer Squad, I felt more sadness than anger.

If there's something that makes me angry...it's probably something that hurts Tong Mo.

Like Yagyu-sama in the past, or Miss Zhushi not long ago...

"I... don't like the feeling of killing people, Mr. Black Death Mou. My strength is only to protect important people. I don't enjoy the process of fighting on the battlefield, but just... I just hope that everything can end soon." I said softly, "Humans and ghosts fight each other, it seems incomprehensible to me, I hope that everyone can put aside the dispute, one day..."

"madness!"

I looked at the grown-up in puzzlement, for some reason, for the first time, I saw a look of disgust in his eyes.

Eh?Am I doing something wrong?

"Holding the power of the strong...but escaping from reality...not only stupid...but also hypocritical. Those who fight...will be beheaded by the sword."

Mr. Hei Si Mou's tone of voice, which has always been unable to detect emotions, carried a rare cruelty.

At that moment, I was stunned by something faintly emanating from him. It seemed that it was the troubled times of the Warring States period that I had never seen before. It left a dark shadow on his body, which neither time nor death could erase. Go to that shadow.

Overwhelmed by the inexplicable power, I fell deeply to the ground.

"Thank you for your teaching, my lord, I will definitely keep it in my heart. It's just... I always have hesitation in my heart, it is indeed my weakness."

Just listen to him say lightly:

"If you hesitate, just swing your knife and cut it off."

How can a person cut off the hesitation in his heart with a knife?

I was hanging from a tree, puzzled.

Master Heishi Mou is right, my frontal attack can be said to be a mess in front of him, the reason is that I can't burst out a strong killing intent, and I am used to using spells to cooperate with the battle. I feel awkward.

So after I was thrown away by the unsheathed demon knife for the 260th time, I cheekily expressed that I wanted to rest first, and then I would understand what killing intent is.

Master Heishimu didn't say anything, but Yue Yue gloated and ran to sit on the branch next to me, with an expression of watching the excitement.

"I'll just say women can't do it. Don't waste the time of Mr. Heishimou, you don't know how to use a knife at all."

I didn't even bother to raise my eyelids: "Get out, I'm in a bad mood right now, don't force me to beat you."

He snorted coldly: "Think I'm afraid of you? If it weren't for seeing that Master Heishi Mou is kind to you, I wouldn't bother to talk to you."

"What exactly is killing intent?" I asked the boy.

He looked at me with a look of "Is there something wrong with you?" He frowned and said, "Have you ever been beaten? Don't you want to kill the other party if you are beaten? For example, I want to kill the little trash who cut my neck , this is called killing intent.”

I seriously went through the experience of being beaten in my mind, "I was not capable before, and I was often beaten, but after being beaten, shouldn't I run away first? Should I stay and wait for the other party to beat you?"

"That's why I said that a woman is a woman, without any self-esteem and perseverance. Of course, if you get beaten, you will have to pay ten times and a hundred times the price. How can you run away? Besides, many times you can't run away at all. Don't you just wait to die? He looked contemptuous, "I thought you are not much better than me, no matter how powerful you are."

"Forget it, don't think about it for now. Would you like to try fighting with me?"

"Hit it! I just want to try whether this knife is good or not!"

"Ah, sure enough, it's much more comfortable after a fight~"

I stood on a tree stump that had been split in half by lightning, and stretched refreshedly.

Huang Yue sat down on the ground with the saber in his arms, and said viciously, "This saber is too heavy, it's not easy to fight at all!"

"Don't be so stubborn, I see that your breathing technique is amazing, it's the first time I've seen black lightning!"

"Ah? Did I hear you right?" He said sarcastically, "Didn't you just keep saying that I was too slow? It's so annoying to hear you talking endlessly!"

"Slow is indeed slow," I said, "So you still need to hone, and why don't you use Thunderbolt? I clearly remember that is the most aggressive?"

"Are you in control?" the boy said angrily, "I can't fucking learn the same type!"

"Eh? You know the sword type, right? Would you like to try cutting me a few times? Maybe you can find the problem?"

"I don't care! I'm a ghost now, so what if I don't know how to breathe thunder?! As long as I can kill that little trash!"

"Who is it that you talk about little trash and trash all day?" I couldn't help asking.

"My junior brother. Thinking of his face makes me sick!"

Yan Yue lay flat on the ground, grabbed a dry straw and held it in his mouth, "I know how to cry all day long, I can't learn anything, the old man still favors him, and secretly taught him everything, tsk, he deserves seppuku awful."

"Isn't that right, your junior brother had seppuku?" I was shocked, "But I remember that when I was in Edo, the general issued an order that samurai were not allowed to commit seppuku, unless they committed a serious crime..."

"It's my master...not my junior brother." Yan Yue's voice suddenly became cold, "The ghost killing team members turn into ghosts, and the recommenders and trainers have to apologize. That old man is stupid, so what if he is Zhu? So, they have already retired, and they are so fucking stupid to die."

"What kind of unreasonable rule is this? If you become a ghost, your master will commit seppuku?" I was still in shock and couldn't extricate myself, "Didn't it mean that there are no generals and no samurai anymore? Following such a cruel practice?"

"How the hell do I know?! That's a lunatic organization!" Yan Yue yelled, "I didn't expect him to die! It was that little trash who told me that he didn't even make a mistake, just let it go Bleeding to death! I fucking want to know why?!"

His voice was trembling. I looked back and found that he was gritting his teeth, as if he was desperately enduring something.

"What's wrong with being a ghost?! It's much easier to be a ghost than to be a human! You don't have to worry about not being able to finish your meal, you don't have to be kicked out for stealing a few money, and you almost die when you meet a ghost... Living by people's faces... I'm fucking fed up..."

"Well...you can cry if you want to, I'm not laughing at you." I said seriously.

He sat up abruptly, grabbed the knife and threw it at me:

"Get the fuck out of me! Get out of here!"

The author has something to say:

I wish you all the best for the college entrance examination~

On weekends, I will send pictures of Xiaoran's people, but jj seems to be unable to post pictures, crying...