In the midst of this dilapidated mansion, on the edge of the half-fallen pavilion on the dry sea, sat a skeleton with its jawbone open, motionless. The moonlight shone on the ruined pavilion and the "dry sea" where the white sand was faintly visible, and the iron-colored skeletons had a strange beauty in such a scene—as if there should have been such a thing here.

Placed horizontally, the half-unsheathed sword took on a vermilion color in the moonlight, like the rouge on the mouth of an Oiran. There was silence in all directions, and even the insects couldn't hear it, and after a while, the sound of shakuhachi came from nowhere, and it seemed that there was still the sound of Sanskrit singing.

Under the faint moonlight, the desolate and lonely shakuhachi voice swirled in the air out of nowhere. And at this time, Sen Luo moved. The skeletal warrior's palm flipped over, the beads swirled in his hand, and he twisted the beads, the skull's face facing the dry sea in front of him. "It's also an elegant person, but he has already cut off the family lineage." Although it was flooded with wild grass, a few large black stones could still be seen scattered on the white sand and gravel sea of this courtyard.

Sen Luo can fully imagine that the scenery of this place in the past must be extremely elegant and Zen, but when this world, what is the use of such elegant style, "It is better to say that the scenery of this destruction now has the meaning of the end of the chic extinction." The skeletal warrior nodded in admiration. Killing the demons and ghosts that caused disaster in the world was originally just Sen Luo's wish, and returning the sky to a clear sky was what Sen Luo wanted. Although it is a skeleton ghost surrounded by yin energy, Sen Luo also wants to bathe in the sun, maybe he will be able to calm down at that time.

Now that the Zen wine is drunk, it is naturally time to leave. This place is quiet, although there are resentments but there are no powerful ghosts, I am afraid that at most it is just those ghosts who hurt themselves and recreate the former glory under the moonlit night. Passers-by may be fascinated by the illusion, but they will not die, that is, they will be sucked away from some essence and feel unwell for a few days.

Sen Luo is not interested in killing such a little ghost - this world is originally a hundred ghosts walking at night, and a mere little ghost is not worth his knife. The skeletal warrior stepped out of the dilapidated mansion and continued along the deserted path in the moonlight. Sen Luo's pace is not fast, and those demons are there anyway, so it doesn't hurt for him to be faster and slower.

As he walked, Sen Luo heard the sound of breathing, "Shallow and urgent, in this place?" It's rare. He limped and walked along the breath and the popularity that came with it. Almost at the same time as the mountain ghost woman, Moriro discovered the target of the breath - it was a small child, who looked to be six or seven years old, curled up in the grass and fell asleep in the shabby clothes common to Japanese peasant children.

The mountain ghost woman had a distorted old woman's face, fangs sticking out of her mouth, a tattered robe, long, messy white hair, and a long, shiny kitchen knife in her hand. Dirty hands and feet are dry, but they unexpectedly possess terrifying power. The mountain ghost woman originally eats human flesh, especially children's meat.

When she saw this child, the mountain ghost woman was overjoyed, and jumped over at once, dancing to take the child away. Perhaps the child was asleep soundly, and he didn't even know that the mountain ghost woman was jumping around him. Sen Luo brushed away the wild grass in front of him and walked near the child.

In terms of the "personality" of the demon ghost, the mountain ghost woman is much stronger than the skeleton ghost, but the iron-colored bones of Senluo and the vermilion broadsword that is slowly being drawn from his waist all prove that the skeleton warrior in front of him is not ordinary. The jumping mountain ghost woman also showed a look of jealousy, and a hoarse voice sounded, "Divide one-third of you!" However, in exchange for Senluo's sword light like Zhu Yue.

In the midst of the terrible roar, the long kitchen knife of the mountain ghost woman was almost swung into a net of silver light, accompanied by the sharp screams of the awakened child. The vermilion knife light was collected as soon as it appeared, and there was no sound of blades colliding at all, "It's just relying on brute force to wield the knife, if it's just cutting meat and chopping stuffing." Hmph, talking about martial arts with people? There is no place to insult us and other martial arts practitioners. A double tone sounded, and Sen Luo Shi walked into the attack circle of the mountain ghost woman and stood in front of the screaming child.

The mountain ghost woman's movements have been frozen, the divine light in the originally ferocious eyes has disappeared, and a blood line has been pulled from her shoulder to her waist, and the mountain ghost woman has slipped to the ground and turned into rotten meat. The kid was still screaming, "Alright, little ghost. How did you end up here alone? A voice rang out, causing the kid to stop screaming, and he stared blankly at the iron-colored skeleton ghost in front of him.

Sen Luo had already put his knife into the sheath at this time, "Go back, don't walk around outside alone." A hundred ghosts walk every day, it's very dangerous. The boy stared blankly at the skeleton ghost in front of him, as if it was not a demon in front of him, but a gentle samurai-sama. I have nowhere to go back......" the boy sat there and whispered, "there is no home to go back to." He repeated.

The appearance of Senro's skeletal face in front of the child startled him, but the child did not want to run away, as if the skeletal face was not scary. Sen Luo squatted in front of the child, "I didn't pay attention to it, it turns out that you are a little girl." Don't you have a home anymore......" Sen Luo sighed, he stood up and looked into the distance. There was a faint black smoke there.

"Where are you from? What's wrong with your village? I should be seeing burning smoke, who destroyed your village? Senro asked, and then he was not surprised to see the little girl and shook her head, "Hmm...... Asking a six- or seven-year-old to tell who did it is too much. I'm afraid she can't even understand what she's seeing. Senro thought with a sigh.

"Let's go and see what's left. Maybe something that will keep you alive in this world. I hope your dad is still alive. Sen Luo said, but he could also sense that there was no popularity coming from there, only a lot of resentment and death.

The sight in front of him was so desolate that even Sen Luo was amazed that the skeletal warrior recites the Sutra of the Past with his palms folded together. And the kid screamed, "Expensive! Ghost! He closed his eyes and squatted down. Sen Luo regretted a little that she had brought the child back, and the sight in front of her might have dealt a very serious blow to her young mind.

It was a picture of hell spilled with blood and broken human bodies on torn houses......