"!" Furukawa recognized the figure at a glance, it was the old man who had sacrificed his life to save him. Hurriedly rushed over, the pace was hurried, as if in a race against death.

The old man who came with Furukawa did not go with him, but just stood silently in place, with a sad face, as if he was in silent mourning.

"Senior, senior?" Furukawa squatted in front of the old man and called softly, frowning tightly and looking anxious.

"Ahem. The old man coughed violently, accompanied by a shrill moan like a worn bellows, sounding like his vocal cords had been drawn into a thin line, and each syllable made it vibrate violently, on the verge of breaking.

"How are you, senior, can you still speak?" Furukawa gently ruffled his dirty and messy hair so that the old man could show his face.

"Huh-" Furukawa gasped, was shocked by the scene in front of him and took a few steps back, almost falling to the ground, "Senior, are you okay?" Furukawa said tremblingly, for fear that the old man would be shaken apart by being too loud.

It's no wonder that Furukawa thinks so, what he sees is not a human face, but more like a terrifying picture that has been randomly pieced together.

The old man's face was not intact, but pieced together, the joints were nailed up by rusty nails, the flesh below the eyes was lost, and the bones were exposed, as if he had worn a bone mask, and it looked like a demon had been reborn.

The strange thing is that although the old man looks like a person who has entered the ghost gate, when he sees Furukawa, his eyes are actually bright, exuding a unique light, like the faint light of fire that remains after the oil lamp has dried up.

Furukawa seemed to be instantly ignited by this firelight, and hurriedly said, "Senior, are you okay?" Bear with me, and I'll get you out right away. After speaking, he quickly stood up, and hurriedly tried to untie the chains on the old man's body.

The old man shook his head slightly, and his weak voice like a mosquito slowly sounded: "Xiaoyou, no need, my limit is approaching, it's okay." Before I die, I have a few more words to say to you, and I have been waiting for you. These words seemed to exhaust the strength of the old man's whole body, and he coughed violently again.

Every time he coughed, he would spit out a few small pieces of bloody flesh, and it seemed that the inside of his body had been completely disturbed, and it was a miracle that he had survived until now.

Furukawa's tone instantly became irritable: "What are you talking about, stupid? Do you want to die with my permission? Aren't you still missing, you died like this, what should she do! You bastard, are you just going to walk away irresponsibly?" Furukawa's tone trembled slightly, as if with a crying tone, and at the same time, the force of untying the chains in his hand became greater, making it crunch.

When the old man sacrificed his life to save him, Furukawa had no superfluous feelings in his heart, at most he was a little grateful and admired, and now Furukawa saw the old man who was tortured and on the line of life and death, and his heart couldn't help but have some strange feelings.

There is not only the powerlessness and hatred of his own weakness, but also the anger of the old man's self-abandonment.

It's not that I can't save you, I'll take you out, I can save you with the power of life, if it doesn't work, I'll return the token to Bai Zixiao and let him shoot, he is so strong, and he still controls the Raccoon Seal, there must be a way, why did you give up yourself. A tear slipped through the corner of Furukawa's eye.

In fact, when he scolded the old man for being irresponsible, Furukawa also thought of another person - his father. Although his father's entry was forced to be helpless, for Furukawa, who was still young at the time, regardless of his family interests, his father's departure was the biggest irresponsibility for him.

The old man actually laughed out loud at this moment: "I didn't expect you to be emotional." ”

"What?" Furukawa's hand stopped abruptly, and he looked at the old man with a surprised expression, a little unsure of the meaning of the old man's words.

"If I'm right, you shouldn't be emotional. The old man continued, as if he had read what Furukawa was thinking.

"You... Furukawa didn't know how the old man knew, but just when Furukawa's heart changed and there was a tendency to be emotional, Furukawa already felt the boiling of blood in his body, as if something was about to burst out of his body.

Furukawa knew that this was a manifestation of imminent enchantment, because he was cut off from emotion, and once he was emotional, he would definitely enter the demon, which was the price of signing a contract with purgatory.

But Furukawa didn't care about this at the time, he knew that there were more terrible things in this world than falling into demons, and if he gave up these things without trying, he would regret them for life.

Now that he was broken by the old man's words, Furukawa seemed to have been poured a basin of cold water, standing in place, not knowing what to say.

Furukawa did not try to rescue the old man again, but slowly walked in front of the old man, took a deep breath, stabilized his mind, and waited for the boiling blood to gradually fade and the feeling of enchantment disappeared, before squatting in front of the old man again, waiting for the old man's last words.

Calmed down and thought about it rationally, Furukawa knew that the old man could no longer be saved, and he should have died a long time ago now only supported by an obsession, even if he had the power of life, it would not help, unless a god could pull him, in this world, the only one who could snatch people from the hands of death was another god.

"You must be wondering why I found you to help me deliver the message. The old man said weakly, his lips moving slightly.

Although the voice was very small, Furukawa still heard it clearly, and returned with some astonishment at the moment: "Isn't it because I'm the only normal person you've ever seen?"

"No, there were quite a few people before you, but I always pretended to be soulless and didn't ask them for help. The old man shook his head slightly.

"How... ”

"Because, I think you're very kind, maybe it's because of your physique. The old man said softly, a smile on his face that was more ugly than crying.

"Do you know my constitution?" Furukawa was surprised and surprised, this was the first time he had heard about his constitution from people outside of purgatory.

"No, I don't know what kind of physique you are, but I can feel that there is a lot of similarity between you and my path, like... How to say it... The relationship between the monarch and the courtier, or rather the relationship between the father and the son. ”

Furukawa smiled dumbly, could it be that this old man still had to take advantage of himself before he died?

"You are the sovereign. The old man saw at a glance what Furukawa was thinking, and his words were concise and to the point.

This time it was Furukawa's turn to be dumbfounded, and he felt more and more incomprehensible.

"Your physique is very special, and at the same time very powerful, but I don't know what it is, and when you grow to a certain point, you should be able to solve this secret, but what I'm going to talk about next is the point. The old man ignored Furukawa completely, and said to himself, speaking faster and faster, and it seemed that he had realized that he was running out of time.

"I'm a beast master, but I also practice two other ways, which are Blood Burning and Sword Dao. ”

Furukawa suddenly understood, he had seen the old man use a sword, revealing everyone's demeanor between one move and one style, thinking that the way of the sword was not weak, and the way of blood burning should be the reason why the old man's strength rose sharply at the last moment and returned to the top, Furukawa thought it was a secret method at the time, it turned out to be the way of blood burning.

Furukawa had heard of the way of blood burning. Blood burning, human puppetry, and soul Zhao are the three major forbidden techniques recognized on the mainland, and they are listed as evil because of their brutal and perverted effects.

Because of this, there are very few relevant materials that have been handed down, and they are almost extinct.

Unexpectedly, the old man in front of him had cultivated the way of blood burning.

"The cultivation method of the Blood Burning Dao was obtained by me by accident, and it was precisely because of this Blood Burning Dao that I was hunted down and killed here and became a prisoner. Speaking of this, there was a trace of remorse in the old man's eyes, thinking that he didn't know that he had come to such a point because of this way of blood burning, maybe he had been happy for a while because of the acquisition of this way of blood burning.

Although the way of blood burning is a forbidden art, in this world where strength is respected, there are not a few people who covet it.

If I am the number one in the world, even if I practice forbidden arts, I can correct my name one by one.

"I have no children, no daughters, no worries in my life, only a woman who I can't hope for. At this point, the old man desperately wanted to raise his head, as if he wanted to look through the void at the person he was missing.

However, his neck, which was made up of only a few strands of flesh and a little distorted skeleton, was clearly unable to support him in this movement, and he did not raise his head in the end.

Furukawa opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it, still choosing to listen quietly.

"Little friend, although this blood burning method is powerful, with my body only a few times to cast it, the essence blood will be dispersed, withered and died, but I think, with your physique, it should be very suitable for you. ”

"What do you mean by that?"

"I don't know, but my intimate feeling for you comes from this way of blood burning, and I think it has something to do with your physique. Those who cultivate the way of blood burning must not be emotional, otherwise they will be counterattacked, and I also deduce from here that you can't be emotional. ”

Furukawa nodded slightly, looking at the old man in front of him who was explaining his last words, thoughtfully.

The old man will regurgitate when he is emotional, although it is not as serious as himself, but it will also cause a lot of damage to himself. Even so, the old man still fell in love with a woman without hesitation, she must be very beautiful.

I just don't know how the old man survived the ants biting and dark days and nights.

"Also, ahem. The old man's life was rapidly depleting at this time, and it became more and more difficult to speak: "I also have some of my own understanding along the way of the kendo, I hope to pass it on to you, and I hope you can do it. I hope you can fulfill my unfulfilled dreams for me. "When the old man was a child, he should have been a hot-blooded man with big ambitions and fantasies.

The old man's voice became smaller and smaller, but the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter, which was a precursor to death.

With a clang, something fell to the ground with a crisp sound. I don't know where it came from.

"This is a spiritual weapon that matches the way of blood burning, the number is the end of the way, with it pointing to the sun, the light is dark, and the moon is pointing to the moon, then the toad rabbit is reversed, and the water is rowed, and the opening is not combined, and the night is not in the dark. As if chanting the hero's historical relics, as soon as the old man said this, the whole hall seemed to light up, as if worshipping.

"This sword is obtained by me with the method of blood burning, although I can't tell its level, but I think it will not be lower than purple, the end, the end, the sword is as its name, the more crisis moments, the more desperate the end, the more powerful it can be, and turn the tide. ”

This sword was the sword that the old man used to slash the Chu River before, but at that time, the distance was too far, and Gu Chuan didn't see it clearly, and now he had the opportunity to see his honor, just a light glance, Gu Chuan felt like thunder, and even his blood was pulled by it.

Furukawa hurriedly looked away, raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, and was still a little scared in his heart.

It's really a weird sword, I thought Chu He was injured in the old man's sneak attack, it turned out to be the work of this sword.

"Little friend, after I die, before my soul dissipates, I will sacrifice it to you, and at that time, the method of blood burning and some of my insights into kendo will be taught to you. I hope you ... In the end, the old man had no strength at all, and only saw his mouth trembling slightly: "Don't break your word... ”

Old man, fall!

"It's really 50 years of life, and the past is like a dream. Gu Gongzi, mourning. The old man who came with Furukawa spoke slowly, his face sad.

Furukawa squatted there in a daze, his eyes blank, as if he was wandering out of the world, and he didn't know if he heard the old man's comforting words.

"Senior, you go and wait for me outside. Furukawa said lightly, unable to tell whether it was joy or sorrow.