You don't have to read every time you get hit, but most of the time.

The worst part of breaking through the vast crowd alone is that once you are hit hard and besieged, you will definitely die - if you don't have the ability to read files.

Relying on this ability, Hariji can continue to move forward, and it is because of this that he once again realizes how powerful this power is.

Even if you have a clear cognition, there will be an impact on your own experience, and this impact is not a cognitive impact, but a deeper touch...... If you have to use an analogy, it's like the difference between the feeling of reading harem comics and actually building a harem.

Ahem, this metaphor is not appropriate, just grasp the meaning.

Harusa actually felt this strength, but despite this, the breakthrough was still difficult, and the powerful force protected his life, but the end still required him to do his best to slowly approach.

And Hexin, as the only bystander, was stunned by this extreme thrilling parkour process.

In the vast crowd of large and small spirit monsters, the lonely boy insisted on breaking forward, ...... again and again No, it should be said that the continuous and dangerous crossing of the seemingly desperate scene is completely beyond her imagination!

I don't know how many times she thought she couldn't do it, but Harusa was always able to surpass the past, and the desperate situation in her eyes seemed like a smooth road to him, but in reality it could never be like this.

A desperate situation is a desperate situation!

If you make a slight mistake in your movements, or if you are a little sluggish, you will be hit and surrounded...... But he just doesn't make mistakes, and he always maintains a very high level of responsiveness!!

It's just art.

That's right, art, and Xin felt that the performance of the head of the group had reached the realm of art, although she didn't know how to express it if she insisted on explaining, anyway, she had this feeling, and she was shocked to this extent.

Gradually, a white mist swelled up.

No, it was Harusa who gradually penetrated into a place filled with white mist.

As the fog gets thicker, the vision is obstructed, but at the same time, the number of spirit monsters begins to decrease, so the difficulty of breaking through is slowly decreasing.

It's close.

There is no need to prompt with the heart, Harumi himself has a feeling.

Eventually, I saw a crimson torii.

The torii gate exudes a sacred aura, but it also gives people an ominous feeling, and in front of it stands three entire columns of huge martial demons.

Harusa did not hesitate to use the "White of Calamity" to break through this last line with all his might.

It didn't work out.

Read the file again.

The second breakthrough after learning the lesson, it was successful!

After breaking into the torii, it is as if you have fallen into the cold, deep and dark seabed and are subjected to great stress.

Harusa gritted his teeth and moved forward, taking advantage of the fact that the effect of "Calamity White" was still there, relying on the protection of the White Sakura God, and continued to march under pressure.

Kazushin seemed to say something, but he couldn't hear it clearly.

Under the weight of the evil gods, it is not easy to stay awake.

Then the effect of the "White of Calamity" disappeared, and the sudden increase in pressure instantly made him feel like he was crushed, and it was very painful.

But it's okay, it's still holding up!

Now that we have committed ourselves to giving it our all, it is impossible to back down at this last moment.

However, there seems to be no end to the darkness.

Just when Harusa felt that he was about to reach his limit, a warmth suddenly surged in his body, giving him the strength to keep walking.

It's Yellow Spring...... And Shinobi.

He was never alone.

"Uh-huh, oh-oh-"

Harusa let out a cry, spurting blood, and stubbornly pressed forward under the weight of the darkness that was almost crushed to pieces......

……

Snowflakes are falling, and the weather is freezing.

It's not a good day, but it's a good weather for Kotaro, who sells charcoal for a living, because charcoal is easier to sell.

His father died of illness at an early age, and as the eldest son, he became the breadwinner of the family, and in order to earn more money to feed his mother and younger siblings, he tended to go to the town to sell charcoal on days when it was snowing but not too much.

"Look at the sky, it seems that the snow is going to fall heavily, so you better not go. His mother advised him.

"It's okay, it doesn't matter to this extent, don't worry. Kotaro carried the basket full of charcoal and smiled at his mother.

Then he left the house and walked along the mountain road towards the town.

After walking for a while, I saw a white expanse in front of me, with a thick fog.

Why is there fog? He wondered, but he didn't think much of it, just brace himself a little and walk more carefully.

Unexpectedly, in the fog, he saw a person wearing a strange costume and a strange helmet.

The strange man fell to the ground, blood near his face, and a long sharp knife in his hand!

Kotaro was startled, and his body froze.

"It's ...... Who?"

Is it dead? Why did it fall here?

He was nervous, and after looking at the man for a while, he mustered up the courage to slowly approach it.

"Hey...... Are you still alive?"

No response.

"Hey—" he shouted in a louder voice as he got closer.

The man jerked his head up and turned sharply to Kotaro's location.

Kotaro was startled again, screamed in shock, took two steps backwards and fell to the ground, which was very painful.

The man was facing him, slowly standing up with his long knife as support, its blade glittering.

Kotaro noticed that the surface of the long knife was engraved with small strange characters, which looked strange and mysterious.

Strange long knives, strange costumes, what is this strange person all over his body......

Kotaro felt confused and frightened, and instinctively wanted to escape, but his body couldn't move for a while.

"Hello. A gentle greeting sounded.

"Huh?" Kotaro was stunned for a moment.

Then I saw the other party raise his hand and take off his helmet, revealing a handsome and extraordinary face!

Kotaro was stunned. It was the first time in his life that he saw such a handsome face, and he knew that a boy could be handsome like this, and he was shocked all of a sudden.

"Excuse me, what is this place?" asked Haruji, a handsome boy.

There was no response, and the other party looked at him stunned.

Harusa frowned slightly and repeated the question.

"This ...... This is the mountain!" Kotaro replied, coming back to his senses.

"On the mountain...... What mountain?"

"Mountain...... It's a mountain. ”

"I'm asking what the name of the mountain is. ”

"Name...... I do not know. Kotaro shook his head.

He was born on this mountain, and for him a mountain is a mountain, a mountain as a matter of course, and he never knew and never thought that this mountain would have a name.

"That's right...... What is your name?" Haruji asked, looking at the other man.

"My name is Kotaro. ”

"Kotaro...... What about the last name?"

"Last name?"

"It's the surname in front of the name. ”

"I don't know what it is, I'll just call Kotaro. ”

There is no last name...... Harusa blinked.

"It's rude, my name is Yuanye. ”

"Wilderness?"

"Yes, first meeting, Mr. Kotaro, where are you going?" said Harusa, putting away his long knife and holding out his hand to the other party.

"I ...... I want to go to the town and sell charcoal. Kotaro hesitated, but still caught the other person's hand and let the other person pull him up.

"The town...... Are there a lot of them?"

"Of course. ”

"I want to go too, can I go with you?"

"Yes, yes...... But what are you, Mr. Harano?"

Harusa was silent for a moment.

"I'm a lost wanderer. ”