CHAPTER XXXVII

Ao Ling was stunned for a while, then let go of his hand holding the edge of the well and fell back to the bottom of the well.

He stayed at the bottom of the well for half an hour, looked at the pale color of the sky above him, took a deep breath, and climbed out again.

The vision remained the same, but the shadows hidden in the darkness became more numerous.

Ao Ling sat at the mouth of the well and looked at the bottom of the well, there was a black rumbling inside, except for a few pieces of rubble.

He watched it for a while, and then jumped down again unwillingly.

As a result, when I waited for a long time to climb up again, I was confronted by a rat-shaped monster standing by the well and waiting for the rabbit.

Ao Ling didn't hesitate, and directly smashed his fist on the monster's face, and the rat demon didn't even have time to cry out in pain, and after standing still for a second, his body suddenly exploded and turned into a cloud of flesh and blood.

The black-haired boy slowly got up from the well, shook off his left hand, which had always been a little disobedient due to the erosion of pure qi, licked the flesh and blood foam splashed on his face, smashed it, smashed it, and looked at the monsters lurking around, his right hand condensed a cloud of crimson and almost black demonic energy, and took a deep breath.

"I'm not in a good mood right now." He said, pausing slightly, "I'm hungry too." ”

The surrounding youkai didn't flinch when they heard this—in fact, although they could feel that the human-like youkai in front of them was extremely powerful, they also knew very well that this youkai had been eroded by the pure qi and had suffered not too minor injuries.

There are definitely a lot of monsters gathered by the aura of the Jade of the Four Souls, and there are some quite famous existences among them.

Therefore, the monsters who surrounded this place were not afraid of Ao Ling at all, and they didn't take what he said to heart at all.

Ao Ling breathed a long sigh of relief, and threw out a demonic aura like a wind blade directly into the dead wood branches in front of him, because he was injured and surrounded by many monsters, he didn't dare to change back to his original form casually - because if he changed back to his original form, he would not be able to effectively protect the three books in his arms.

The blade of demonic energy had been raging in the charred woods a few days ago. The dead branches were cleaned up, revealing a wide field of vision.

It also reveals the noisy monsters hiding behind it.

Many little monsters who couldn't dodge died under this demonic aura, Ao Ling sniffed the fragrance of flesh and blood, turned his feet, and disappeared directly in place.

Ao Ling doesn't have many strengths, and the only characteristic of his strength is speed, except for devouring.

He didn't pull out the black demon knife that would compete with him for flesh and blood, but directly used his left hand, which was seriously injured by the pure qi, to devour the flesh and blood of those dead youkai.

The discomfort of tearing in his body eased slightly, but the hunger gradually occupied all his thoughts.

- In such a state, Ao Ling knows very well that when his body is injured, the demon power will repair the body by itself, and when the injury is too serious, because the demon power continues to repair the body and the loss is too great, his hunger will be particularly serious.

He had to replenish enough flesh and blood to suppress this hunger, which was countless times stronger than usual.

In the past, he was able to eat the corpses of enemies he defeated to replenish his demonic power and satisfy his hunger. thirsty desire. Hopefully, now, he is ready to do the same.

Ao Ling licked the flesh on his bloody left hand and looked at the monsters who kept screaming.

His right hand once again swung a crimson demonic power towards the place where the monsters gathered in front of him, wrapping the monsters that couldn't dodge in a rope shape, and then raised his left hand and pulled it hard.

The youkai that had hit his left hand vanished in an instant, and even the leader of the neighborhood was easily devoured by the black-haired boy, leaving only some cloth and ornaments on the ground.

The monsters who were going to besiege him fell silent for a moment.

- Silent devouring is far more terrible than the killing of flesh and blood.

Ao Ling's dark eyes were slightly red in the morning light, and there was an unbearable hunger and thirst and a deep irritability—hunger and restlessness, and the anxiety that rose from the inability to return through the dry well, made his breath tyrannical and ferocious.

He touched his thirsty throat and felt a burning pain in his abdomen.

The negative effects of hunger go far beyond the burning sensation in the stomach, but also the more desperate desire for flesh and blood, and the demonic desire to kill.

To add insult to injury, the wind smells of a pure shrine maiden.

It is bellflower.

Ao Ling frowned, feeling that his reason seemed to drift away for a moment, and the jade of the four souls in his arms emitted a warm breath, pulling his reason back again.

The black-haired youkai looked in the direction where the smell came from, once again devouring the group of youkai who had hesitated in fear, trying to suppress his appetite for the shrine maiden, taking a deep look at the well, and turning away from the charred dead wood.

Ao Ling carried the jade of the four souls and barely maintained his sanity, bypassed the city inhabited by humans, and stumbled all the way to the place where the miasma was thick, using the breath of the jade of the four souls to attract many monsters, and ate all the monsters that were sent to the door.

However, it is still not enough.

Ao Ling underestimated the suppression of demons by the Pure Qi - he had never seen the power that could continue to destroy deep in his body.

Ao Ling withdrew his left hand that had once again devoured a youkai.

Although the appearance has returned to normal, it is very weak, and you can faintly see the white pure qi walking under the skin, which is arrogantly and continuously destroying the inside of the arm.

Ao Ling rubbed the jade of the four souls, feeling that the warm power in it was constantly soothing his soul, dissolving and soothing the unbearable hunger little by little, and finally suppressed the urge to kill the last little monster in the vicinity.

He looked at the rabbit demon who was hiding behind a tree and squatting and shivering, walked over and looked down at him, and asked, "Is this around...... Where are the wells? ”

……

Recently, people feel that the air seems to be much fresher, and the miasma caused by the yokai seems to be slowly thinning.

It didn't take long for them to hear that there was a black-haired samurai who was practicing outside and was roaming around with a demon sword with the handle of the word "swastika" in his hand, slaying demons on a rampage.

The owner of a tavern who had once received his favor said that the samurai's name was "Ling".

Its strength is very strong, its posture is elegant, and its appearance is beautiful, helping civilians kill countless monsters without asking for anything in return.

- No, in return, as far as he is concerned, there is.

People who have been helped by him say that Lord Ling would ask people he met where there was a well nearby.

The samurai-sama seems to be looking for a well.

All of a sudden, countless humans plagued by demons began digging wells near the village, and prayed day and night for the samurai-sama to come quickly.

……

Ao Ling crawled out of a well and sat on the edge of the well and looked at the withered grass around him.

No change.

Can't go back.

He rubbed his left hand, which had recovered most of it, and reached out to pull out the book in his arms and flipped through it.

The familiar handwriting came into view, but it made Ao Ling's whole person fall down.

Can't go back...... He looked at the book in a daze, and after a while, he smoothed out the pages that had been accidentally rolled up, and carefully withdrew it into his arms again.

Ao Ling calculated the time it took for him to arrive here and found that a month had passed by now.

It's been a month, and he's found something that can help Matsuyo-sensei, but he can't bring it back - after such a long time, they will definitely think that something happened to him too.

Ao Ling touched the jade of the four souls that was still shiny, poked his tail in front of him like a killing pill, hugged his furry tail, buried his face in it, and the ears on the top of his head also let go of himself, shaking and shaking, and then drooped down with the master's mood.

There are still three years to go......

In three years, he had to try so many wells on this land one by one.

Some of them are in the shrines he fears, and he is now wanted/wanted by the Shinto side. Violate.

Whether it is a demon or a human form, even the appearance of a small milk dog is clearly drawn and sent to the hands of every Shinto person.

Unfortunately, most of the wells with ancient legends belong to shrines.

Ao Ling was sad and buried his face deeper.

When the white-haired dog demon with a noble and awe-inspiring appearance and a six-fold cherry soft armor followed the scent, he saw that the black-haired monster was looking like a half-hung monster with little strength, with a pair of pointed dog ears on his head, and his face was buried in his tail, and the whole demon exuded a lonely atmosphere.

- I almost didn't whine a few times to express my sadness.

Ao Ling looked up in the direction where the cold incense breath came from, and met a pair of golden beast pupils, revealing a beautiful light in the sunlight.

He looked at Sesshomaru, and Sesshomaru looked at him too.

Ao Ling's gaze moved to the knife hanging from the waist of the noble big monster, thinking of the teacher who was still waiting for him to go back, thinking of the jade of the four souls in his arms, thinking of the Shinto people who had been chasing after his ass, and thinking of the wells that couldn't let him go back at all, and felt his nose sour.

He whimpered sadly, and looked at Sesshomaru, his eyes filled with moisture.

Sesshomaru: "......"