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Now there may be some more chapters that won't load, I've already complained.

Homo people don't have human rights, and it's not like that.。

There are more and more things every day, and I endure it.

Who can't tell you that you can't delete the author's account directly next time?

Seriously, if I'm unfortunate enough to get involved in some weird trouble, I don't have to mourn.

This big crumbling brand always gives me the illusion that it will fall at the touch of a button......

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[Master, the disciple has a question that cannot be answered, what exactly does [karma] mean?] ]

[【Karma】...... That is, behavior. ]

[Behavior?] ]

[The description of the act is too inaccurate and should be [the consequences of the act]]

[The disciple is still puzzled.] ]

[You plant a lotus flower, and the lotus flower grows completely, this is karma.] When you pluck up the lotus flower and trample it on the ground, this is also karma. ]

[Oh...... The disciple seems to understand that what the master is talking about is also the difference between [good karma] and [bad karma], right? ]

[……]

[Master, why don't you speak?] ]

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I dreamed that I was holding a blade and slaughtering countless monsters.

Grab the ugly head, hand the weapon in, and repeat.

Until one day, when he couldn't find any monsters around him, he looked at his blood-stained hands and felt a little strange.

It turns out that I am the real monster.

After losing the meaning of existence, he plunged the blade into his heart......

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"Get out of here!"

The suddenly awakened ghost roared, his muscles tensing up to touch the weapon.

It was a heart-rending pain in an instant, and this time I couldn't even lift my hand.

Remember......

Jiukong Xun, who almost figured out the situation, looked around, and the frightened girl shrank in the corner and hugged her head and trembled.

"Yes, I'm sorry." The girl's voice rang out as she cowered.

“…… Don't get me wrong, I'm not targeting you. After saying this, Jiukong Xun wanted to slap his face fiercely, speaking so strongly, isn't it getting darker and darker.

Sure enough, the girl, who was already trembling with fear, trembled even more violently.

[Can't you use language as a weapon in this situation, I even have a broken brain?] Jiukong Xun, who deeply realized the degree of his recklessness, kept holding his forehead in his heart, and tried to make amends: "You rescued me, right?" I am very grateful for it, and as for the rude reaction just now, please forgive me. ”

I didn't expect such a big difference in Jiukong Xun's attitude at all, and the girl was stunned for a while.

After waiting for a long time without moving, Jiukong Xun was a little depressed: You can't say anything wrong again, right?

"Did I say the wrong thing?"

"Nope! Can't! What Lord Enma said is true! ”

The girl hurriedly shouted reflexively, if Jiukong Xun's hand could still move, she would definitely sew up her own indisputable qi.

I can't blame this reckless man who uses his sword and palm three times a day, but he can't fight all the time without eating, drinking, sleeping, etc., which also causes a problem on the side.

Nine empty smoke, very hard for interpersonal communication.

Normally, you just need to kill the enemy in front of you, but once you get used to being strong, it is difficult to return to a calm daily state; When I was still living in Kyoto, I knew that I got along well with my neighbors, but now I have become this unspeakable appearance.

It doesn't work at all, opening your mouth and closing your mouth is a murderous atmosphere!

When Jiukong Xun was constantly embarrassed, the girl who had been cowering asked weakly, "That...... Is Enma-sama alright? ”

Jiukong Xun, who secretly breathed a sigh of relief, felt that this was more laborious than slashing and killing monsters, and replied along with the girl's words: "I can't die yet, thank you for saving my life." ”

Originally, the knife was absolutely fatal, but it turned out to be the current half-dead appearance. What made Jiukong Xun smile bitterly was that what he had wanted to get rid of no matter what had now saved his life.

The red lines engraved on the surface of the body, a curse from a high god, somehow reacted with the demon into the teeth, causing the magic to enter me to misestimate.

The so-called miscalculation is to take the curse that has been integrated into the Nine Void Smoke as part of it [kill], and only kill [half] of the Nine Void Smoke and [all] of the Death Seal.

With half a life left, he finally survived.

"It's really a terrible situation, the body that has been lost for more than fifty years is actually found in this situation." Jiukong Xun glanced at his body and sighed.

The upper part of the black robe was untied, and the cracked part of the bare upper body was carefully bandaged with a blue-white linen bandage. It was evidently the hand of the unknown girl in front of her, but the linen bandage was still stained red with the blood that was constantly oozing out—

It stands to reason that even in the ghost clan, the body of the Nine Sky Smoke, which is at the top of the mountain, in addition to the strange power that is unparalleled in the world, also has the regenerative power that can heal the strange degree of decapitation.

But there is nothing he can do about the large tear in the chest.

It can't be said that there is no way, and part of the reason why blood is still oozing is that the body wants to heal itself. The wound was blocked by something invisible, and the wound opened open again in the moment of healing.

Nine Sky Smoke repeats the fatal wound every second, but he can't die.

"Girl over there, don't be restrained, come close and sit." After checking his body, Jiukong Xun looked at the girl in the corner: "Why are you cowering so much, even if I want to attack your whole body, I can't move." ”

"Huh......? Can it really be? Enma-sama? The girl put down the hand on her head and said in surprise.

“…… Actually, I just wanted to ask, wouldn't the [Enma-sama] you've been yelling about be ......? ”

Don't look at it, are there any other creatures here besides the two of them?

Knowing that he had become a tall image in the girl's mind because of a misunderstanding, the corners of Jiukong Xun's mouth twitched: If he was an Enma, he would still need to fight here for life and death?

"Needless to say, I'm not an Enma-sama."

This is the truth, strictly speaking, the Nine Sky Smoke is still within the scope of hell's pursuit. Although there are some doubts about why no one has come to hunt down Hell until now, it is also an indisputable fact.

"I've seen it in picture books! Enma-sama's clothes are exactly the same as those drawn on them! ”

The girl, who was originally cowering, suddenly leaned into Jiukong Xun's face and said loudly: "Don't lie to people!" Even Lord Enma can't lie, or he'll have his tongue stretched! ”

"Where did you learn so much mess as a child......"

I can't understand who is so idle, painting the poor clothes of the working boy ghost on the Enma, and making Jiukong Xun now in a dilemma - it is impossible to say that he stabbed several ghosts to death with his own hands, and also ripped off their clothes and wore them, right?

Being treated as an obscene maniac is a trivial matter, and I am most afraid of scaring this girl, and it will be a big trouble to be treated as a vicious ghost. Now Jiukong Xun can't count on his own actions, so more extraneous branches must be avoided as much as possible.

In the end, Jiukong Xun still planned to blur the past: "Haha, sort of...... What is your name? ”

"Name?"

The girl bit her fingers, thought for a while, and finally shook her head: "I don't have a name. I don't have mom and dad, no one to name me. ”

That's right......

Jiukong Xun shook his head secretly in his heart: Is this child also a victim of the war?

Although it looks very optimistic, it may be very hard.

"It's presumptuous, but I still want to ask ......" The optimistic child in Jiukong Xun's mouth hesitated for a while, and finally asked it for advice: "Adults should be strong, right......?" ”

Am I strong?

If it's strong, you won't be cut half to death by the other party. Although the opposite side is also outside the specification, but sure enough, the concept of "strength and weakness" is always only relative.

Why do you ask me this?

Before Jiukong could come to her senses, the girl's most difficult question was finally thrown out.

"Why would your lordship ...... What has it become like now? ”

Faced with unexpected doubts, Jiukong Xun lost his mind slightly.