"Naturally, I don't dare." Dilumudo lowered his eyes and chuckled, and raised his long. The gun was blocked in front of Nu Liang's slippery scoop, "I'm really sorry, Your Majesty is more willful." ”

Kyogokuhiko snorted, as if he hadn't heard his teasing.

Nu Liang laughed a few times and said, "The Hundred Things Group is not easy to deal with. "He can sense that Kyogokuhiko is very strong, but whether he is strong enough to completely deal with the leader of the Hyakmonogatari group, Goro Yamamoto, Saemon, he doesn't have a clue.

After all, when he was still a human, he gave the Nuliang Group a headache, and then it took a long time to turn into a monster - not to say how strong its own strength was, but the scattered organs that became monsters, and it took the Nuliang Group more than half a year to basically deal with it, not to mention the buildings and streets that he destroyed, and the people who died directly or indirectly.

Rather than repeat the catastrophe of a hundred years ago, it is better to nip the sprouts in the bud.

On one side is the big youkai of the Nura group, and on the other side there are only two Kyogohiko, but Kyogokuhiko doesn't have any consciousness that he is in a weak position, or he has never felt that he is in a weak position, so he just spreads his hands and says, "I'm not that weak." He said and nodded at the trembling magnates hiding behind the screen, "The strange talk is so enjoyable, but so timid, isn't it Ye Gong who is a good dragon?" The aristocracy of Edo is truly disappointing. ”

Nu Liang didn't look back, only raised his hand to let the monsters under his command stop the monsters of the Baimonogatari group who pounced on the guests, and said with a smile: "If it weren't for them like this, wouldn't there be no room for us to survive in the world." ”

Born in the shadows, the longer the dark night in this world, the greater the carnival.

Kyogokuhiko stroked his palm and asked, "What if there is a day when there are no days and nights in this world?" ”

"It's a tricky question." Nu Liang scratched his head and said, "The future must be an era when monsters cannot survive, this is the meaning of Nu Liang's group of survival." ”

This world is a human world after all, and even if a monster as powerful as him is, all he can think about is how to fight for a place for the monsters to survive in an increasingly grim future.

Kyogokuhiko laughed: "You are Renjun! ”

In contrast, if he were in a different place, he probably didn't bother to care about any monster humans at all, and it was completely up to his own temperament - not much different from his previous life.

"It's a young man's world now." Nu Liang waved his hand, and changed his expression to stare at the monster in the flames, "He's a very, very haunting monster." ”

"Really?" Kyogokuhiko propped his chin and watched as the monster kept hunting for his own body parts in the hall, and little by little he spelled out the appearance of a fat and ugly man, "Then do you remember the story I told?" ”

The man let out a grunt in his throat, and Yanagida's weak cry came out of his stomach over and over again: "Yamamoto-sama Yamamoto-sama"

"Yes, I have been resurrected." The man touched his stomach and showed a sticky smile, his big hand sank into his stomach little by little, and pulled out a small lump of meat, "You can also go with peace of mind, Yanagida." ”

The meat ball received his order, as if relieved, and finally muttered, "Lord Yamamoto, please take care." It slowly melted into his hand, and the position of the man's ears moved, giving birth to a pair of ears with huge earlobes.

"I'm resurrected, I've crawled out of hell," the man muttered to himself, "the last one is missing, the last thing, come back soon, my heart"

"Yamamoto Gorou Saemon" Nura Slippery Subconsciously put his hand on the knife on his waist, and before the knife was unsheathed, he saw a finch gold light fur blocking in front of him.

"Do you remember the story I told?" Kyogohiko looked back at him with a smile, and there was an indescribable cunning and viciousness between his eyebrows, "The cycle of cause and effect, retribution is not happy." ”

A long sword shot quickly out of nowhere, with a strong and unsettling aura, Nu Liang had no intention of listening to Kyogohiko's words, and said with a solemn face: "Stop that sword, that's Yamamoto's heart!" ”

This magic sword, called the Demon King Little Hammer, has been disappearing in the hundred years since the Hundred Things Group disappeared, and I don't know how many monsters have been killed, and how much power it contains, if the heart is put in place, Yamamoto is afraid that it will become a powerful monster beyond imagination.

"You got it?" Kyogokuhiko looked at Dilumudo, who had been smiling and standing aside, picking up a few yokai from time to time to help Yamamoto reply quickly.

"I saw it when I came." Dilumudo tilted his head and smiled harmlessly, "Don't you think it's funny, it's just a sword, but it has the breath of survival." "I wanted to study it, so I brought it out.,For this reason, I also had a little fight with the youkai guarding the sword.。

"I think you're funny." Kyogohiko said, "Generally speaking, when you encounter such a filthy thing, you should want to destroy it completely. ”

Dilumudo still laughed, "It's not a good thing to add brain supplements without permission. ”

Kyogokuhiko squinted at him, the young man's eyes seemed clear and harmless, just like back then, no matter how turbulent the dark tide was, it was so clean that it didn't stain a trace of dust.

That's fine. He sighed secretly and said, "If you touch this kind of thing again in the future, remember to touch me again after washing your hands, it's very dirty." ”

Between the words, this matter is erased.

Dilumudo blinked, bowed his head and replied, "Don't worry. ”

At this time, the magic sword named Demon King Little Hammer had already pierced Yamamoto's heart.

The "heart" homing.

"In the past, there was a demon, and its name was the Demon King. Gorou Yamamoto Saemon! Yamamoto laughed and told a strange story, his fat palm passed through the flames, and the dark white flames flickered a few times, and then extinguished in his hands, "Yamamoto Goro Saemon is a youkai who can become a Buddha even if he is alive, a great youkai that is unparalleled in the world!" ”

His already far superior body began to swell, his face twisted left and right to turn into an extremely ugly youkai, his body swelled enough to pierce the roof, his fingertips and toes sprouted sharp claws, and shrill laughter echoed in the night sky of Edo.

"I am destined to become a great monster who is destined to become a Buddha!!.

He didn't say anything, as if something was swimming in his skin, causing him to stop the process of swelling in agony, and to maintain it to the point of being neither human nor demon, with a hideous face and a terrible roar with his mouth wide open.

The thick demonic aura spread everywhere, and even many ordinary human magnates who were hiding had difficulty breathing, and Zi Swelled his face struggled and crawled around, but he couldn't spit out half a word in his throat.

"This is" Nura retracted his steps to take a step, cautiously standing not far from Yamamoto to observe the enemy's situation, his hundred ghosts surrounding him, making a nervous posture of preparation.

At this time, Kyogokuhiko yawned lazily, picked up the finch and was about to turn his head and leave here, one by one, the patterns like eyes were just at the ankles, reflecting the changing brilliance with his steps.

Of course, Nu Liang saw his departure, but he was afraid that Yamamoto would not be able to withdraw, and was just about to open his mouth to stop him, when he heard Di Lumuduo say first: "Aren't you going to see the end?" ”

"The so-called cycle of cause and effect, retribution is not happy." Kyogoku Yan didn't reply, and said lightly, "The end of those who have brought about their own destruction is really not worth watching. ”

From the moment he told that strange story, the end of Gorouzaemon Yamamoto was already doomed.

The raging fire began to ignite from Yamamoto's heart, and milky white, like holy light, erupted from the place where the demon king's hammer had entered, and through the flames, all eyes were distorted and wailing faces, or the sorrow of human beings before death, or the curse of demons before they dissipated, all condensed in the flames, attached to the mountain itself, and vented all the resentment that could not be □□returned.

"I hate it! I hate it! ”

"Kill you! I'll kill you! ”

"Why! Why! ”

Why?! It's just ordinary people who work, just little monsters who are trying to live in the cracks, why do they have to suffer like this?! Why did they die?! Why! Why!

Unwilling to die or reconciled, they turned into resentment and remained, drifting in hell, cursing the culprit who put them in such a miserable situation day after day, year after year, but they could only curse powerlessly.

Until one day, a hoarse chuckle came from the top of his head, "Cause and effect cycle, retribution is not happy." So he followed the sound, crawled out of the deepest part of hell, turned into a fire of revenge that burned a qiē, and pounced on the enemy, tearing off the stinking but supreme delicious flesh and blood in one bite, and burning the soul that was so filthy that even hell was disgusting.

He was screaming as they were before they died, screaming helplessly and desperately, rolling and crawling wolves in vain to find a way out, how pleasant, revenge was like a sweet spring, and little by little it quietly cleansed the heart full of resentment and resentment.

This time, Yamamoto was not even given a chance to climb into hell, his body was burned to ashes by the flames, and the gray-black soul was dragged out, and the resentful soul couldn't wait to tear it to pieces, and every trace was burned into wisps of green smoke by the flames.

-- Like the flame of the incense and candle in front of the grave, a wisp of green smoke is lit and leads straight to the sky.

The last smear of ashes fell to the ground suddenly, who would have thought that in an instant, like a rabbit rising and falling, the demon that was still very fearful was only a handful of ashes.

Oh no, there were still sporadic fires that continued on the ashes, and after a feeble wail, even the ashes were gone.

Kyogokuhiko was nowhere to be seen, and Nu Liang jumped to the roof to look into the distance, only to see the distant finch golden fur shining with a bewildering brilliance in the moonlight, and he was stunned for a moment, and there was no one on the wide avenue.

The moonlight is like sparkling water, and it is like the thrilling of tonight in a trance, but it is just an absurd dream.

Kyogokuhiko didn't know that there was a strange painter called Kyogoku Ichiro in this banquet, and he went back to paint a thick and colorful Gongbi painting, in which the demon's eyes were like blood and fangs were angry, and his body was dyed with bright red firelight, all of which were so gorgeous that people were dizzy as if they had entered a strange world, except for the lower left corner, only in black and white, hastily sketching a long and jade figure.

His life's skills were all spent on those few brushstrokes, and countless paintings were wasted, before he could barely draw a shadow in his memory that was so shallow that only his bearing remained.

I can't draw a face, I can't draw a bone, I can only use the simplest colors to depict a simple human shape, which is used to describe the strange banquet that will never be forgotten.

Then, carefully collected and handed down to future generations, and in the hands of his great-great-grandson, a man named Kyogoku Yu, wrote his famous work "Endless Hundred Things" with a stroke of a pen in front of the picture scroll and through wine.

In the story, the strange self-proclaimed finch is light, the tail of the eyes is narrow and crimson, and the strange self-proclaimed "I" is said in his mouth, and the strange monster that flashes like smoke is called.

"Hiko".