Tomo-sama's Rescue Plan - Hell Chapter

Animals have intuitions about their natural enemies.

For example, in the mountains and forests, when bobcats and lynxes appear, smart deer will scatter and flee; when there are falcons prowling in the sky, even the fastest rabbit will try to hide itself among the grasses.

As soon as that figure appeared, I knew he was the natural enemy of ghosts, a sharp blade forged by the gods to deal with evil spirits.

Although I have seen him in the illusion, the feeling of real people is still different.The whole body of this soul does not feel the slightest bit of murderous aura. To put it bluntly, it may be closer to a tree, or even the breath of the mountains and forests I am familiar with, a peaceful and pure existence.

But why would such a person have trouble with ghosts?It stands to reason that a god would not directly tell humans what mission he has in this life, except for those who have direct contact with priest families like Ubuyashiki.Is this also an obstetrician?No, I clearly remember his surname is Ji Guo.

Couldn't it be the most common cause of bad luck again—ghost killed his whole family?

No, the most important question is...

Didn't he die long ago? !

A person who has been dead for at least 400 years should be reincarnated, why would he come to hell in the form of a god? !

My head was full of random thoughts, and for the first time in my life, I felt overwhelmed.

Is it for the Ghost King?But Lord Wu Mi has disappeared.

Could it be...to meet his brother?

I glanced at Mr. Heishi Mou, and was shocked to find that his hand, which was holding Xu Crying God, was trembling slightly.

He looked at him, as if separated by life and death, separated by countless past lives.

The man stopped far away, covering his face with a blank sheet of paper. I couldn't see his expression, but it was obvious that he was looking at him too.

It's no wonder that they are brothers. After 400 years, although one seems to have become a god and the other has fallen into hell as a ghost, there should be a lot of things to say to each other.

I felt a little embarrassed, and the two of us seemed a little redundant.

"Master Tong Mo, why don't we go back first? I think they want to catch up on the past?"

I turned around and asked the ghost, and found that although there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth, there was no trace of a smile in his eyes, which were as cold as ten thousand years of ice.

"Xiaoran, you're not so stupid as to think that Your Excellency Yuanyi came to hell to meet his elder brother on purpose, right?"

He said in a soft and calm tone.

"We probably won't be able to escape."

"Eh? Why? We have no personal enmity with him."

As soon as this sentence came out, even I realized my innocence.Zao Yun and Tong Mo had no personal enmity, and they still drew their swords as soon as they came up, without any hesitation.No matter what era the ghost hunters seem to regard killing evil spirits as their duty-bound mission, this mission has been passed down for thousands of years with the existence of Oniwu Tsuji, but now...

Now, Tong Mo devoured Wu Mi. Although he didn't take it seriously, he had become the new ghost king in the eyes of the gods. The "law of heaven" in hell was finally activated for this, and heaven's punishment was cast down.

"How could this be... just kidding." I murmured.

What the gods want is to seal all the outlets for creatures like dead ghosts. Is it even to the point of obliterating the soul now?

I have known for a long time that if I want to take away the evil spirits from hell, I will definitely face the challenge of heaven, but I just don't know where to invite a ghost hunter who has been dead for 400 years and has the power of "god descending" , The gods are really giving us face.

But this also proves that, apart from this, they don't want to be contaminated with more karma, so they are not other irrelevant people or gods.

"Master Hei Si Mou, are you sure you want to do this?"

Suddenly I heard Tong Mo speak with a smile, as unserious as ever.

"That's Your Excellency Yuanyi. If the three of us join forces, there is probably a slight chance of killing him, but are you really planning to abandon us and die alone?"

Only then did I suddenly realize what was about to happen, and without hesitation, I walked quickly to the front of the winding one and knelt on the ground.

Ghost Swordsman didn't look at me, but said succinctly:

"Step aside."

"Master Hei Si Mou, please calm down." I bent down deeply, "It is impossible for you to win alone, we can cooperate. If you are wiped out in hell, you cannot be reincarnated. Please... "

"Step aside."

"Black Death, Lord Mou!"

I raised my head and stared straight at him: "I know this is impolite, but please don't do this! I... thank you for everything you taught me. Although I don't understand why you are so persistent, please cherish your life! "

The tall man finally lowered his head slightly, no emotion could be seen in the red gold ghost pupils, only the calm after all the vicissitudes.

"You... used to be the daughter of a warrior family," he said slowly, "You know, being a warrior...what is the highest honor?"

"Yes... death in battle." I gritted my teeth, "But the era of the samurai has long since ended, my lord, even the shogunate no longer exists!"

The winding one didn't seem to hear me.

"I once abandoned my family, my wife and children, and turned into this ugly posture...and even beheaded by my younger generation...and fell into hell...just to...chasing the unique person..."

"But when I was young... I just wanted to be... the strongest warrior..."

"This is... my wish."

Ah, why, why?

I don't understand, I don't understand what happened between these two brothers, I don't understand why there are still such deep obsessions in the world, I don't understand why human beings' love and hate are so fierce and painful.

But I understand what a "wish" is. A wish can make a weak girl sacrifice her soul to become a god. A wish can make her walk in the dark hell without getting lost for 200 years. A wish can make her pick up a knife and risk her life to protect important things. man of.

This is the choice of each of us about why we live and why we die, and outsiders have no right to interfere.

"Is that so...I see."

I solemnly saluted him as a samurai.

"Farewell, I only have one word to say to you, Master Hei Si Mou... please allow me to call you teacher, please don't forget at any time, at the end of hell... there must be light."

There was an invisible gleam in his eyes, and he nodded slightly.

"The clouds and mists are all gone, and there is only the bright moon in my heart. These are the words of... Changwei Jinghu."

"Yes." I nodded, "You are the strongest warrior in my heart, teacher, I wish you long luck in martial arts."

I stood up and bowed my head and stepped aside, but I heard him say:

"Do you remember the sword shape I taught you?"

My heart trembled, I held back my tears, and said loudly willfully: "Students are stupid, they can't remember so much at the moment, and they still expect to continue to be taught by the teacher in the future!"

"Then take advantage of this time... Take a good look with your eyes, I am proud of... Breath of the Moon."

After saying that, he strode away without looking back, only one object slipped from his loosened hand and fell among the luxuriant weeds.

I went forward to pick it up, and found that it was an extremely rough bamboo flute. I don’t know where it came from. It looked quite old, and it had been rubbed without edges and corners. It glowed like bone fossils in the dark.

This is the same fetter as my silver bell, and it can even pass through life and death, and fall into hell with him, but at this moment, he left it.

He dropped it, and pulled out the Xu Crying God. The huge forked demon knife looked like a monster made of flesh and blood, but it was lingering with the cold and proud moonlight.

After a moment of silence, the other party also drew out the knife, and the light like the rising sun instantly illuminated the entire Necromancer Hell.

So the light is at its peak, and the sun and the moon shine together.

The Seventh Form·Evil Mirror·Moon Reflection

Eight-shaped Moon Dragon Wheel Tail

Nine Shapes·Fallen Moon·Mianlian

Picking up the shape, cutting through the face, and the waning moon between leaves

……

I silently recited each sword shape, and the endless moon blades smashed into the flying sun dragon, seeming to trap the fire dragon.

"Hey, this is really a wonderful battle." Tong Mo said in admiration as if he was watching a play, "Master Hei Si Mou and Your Excellency Yuan Yi are rare geniuses who use swords, and they are worthy of eternity." Remember."

"Maybe we can win..." I murmured.

"I can't win." The ghost smiled, shaking his fan. "So far, I can distinguish at most half of the moves of that Lord Yuanyi. His speed is too fast, and the sword skills are changing at any time. It is difficult to keep up with ordinary reactions. oh."

"Don't try to distinguish his sword skills. It is not uncommon to temporarily create new sword skills in battle. But at present, all the sword skills of Breath of the Sun are coherent. He is dancing a magic Music and dance." I said, "If it is Kagura, there is a rhythm, find his rhythm, Master Tongmo."

"If Xiaoran said that, I seem to be motivated, haha." Ghost smiled, "This will be a very interesting battle, and it must be the most interesting battle I have ever fought."

Picking up the shape · ferocious change · full sky and full moon

...

Picking up the shape of the land, the moon rainbow, and the lonely moon

The masked swordsman of the sun suddenly slowed down as he swung his sword, as if hesitating, but I heard a deep and hoarse voice from the wind, it turned out to be one of the usually taciturn winders.

He seemed to be roaring, but also seemed to be laughing:

"My Ji Guo Yan Sheng...does not regret becoming a ghost! I...do not need your pity! The only regret is...not being able to die like a samurai!"

"Yuanyi! If there is an afterlife, may we... never meet each other!"

I watched the flaming Yangyan Blade slash down towards the purple figure with a thunderous force.

The soul of the winding one turned into countless silver-white fragments, which looked like broken moonlight floating in the sky.

I remembered the first time I saw him, he was kneeling and sitting in the cage burning with karma, his figure was straight and motionless, but he looked so lonely.

Now he is finally out of the cage that has trapped him for hundreds of years.

The gods can't save him, only this person, this knife, can save him from the endless hell.

"Let's go, Mr. Tong Mo." I said to the evil ghost beside me.

Tong Mo held his fan and laughed, as if he was about to welcome some great event: "Ah, I'm really going to die now. Hey, do you have any last words for Xiaoran? Say it now, I will listen."

"I won't die." I also smiled at him: "I said, I will definitely take you out. I am a god, and the god keeps his promise."

The next moment, the ghost suddenly came over and softly breathed out a cold breath in my ear.

"Although Xiaoran is a god, she is also a girl. Don't push yourself too hard. It's okay to accept the protection of others occasionally. You are my only family member, so take good care of yourself."

"What are you doing, it's like a confession, it's so strange." I was surprised, "Don't worry, I'm a girl, but even so, I'm still a girl from the Edo Samurai family, not so weak."

Master Hei Si Mou once said that it is not uncommon for women of the Wu family to go to battle to kill the enemy in times of war.He will not treat me lightly just because I am a woman.

He said that if there is any hesitation, just cut it off with a knife.

My teacher is a person who dares to challenge the gods with the power of mortals.

Thinking of this, I raised my head and looked directly at the Heavenly Punishment named "Jiguo Yuanyi".

"Come on, let me show you the power of the gods."