The green skin of the Shiranui clan rolled his eyes, shrunk into a skin-wrapped skeleton under the light of the five generations, the long knife was drawn, the snowy cloud pattern was vivid, and an iron-colored skeleton held the hilt. Sen Luo looked at the remains on the ground, and with a flash of his sword, he cut through the skins that did not know the fire, and among the dry bones inside were a few of them that emitted iron-colored light - this happened to be the left arm of this strange man, which was used to fight the left arm of the claw.

Sen Luo bent down and grabbed the bones and placed them on his shoulder, the bones of his left arm and part of his shoulder blades that he had lost in the last battle were just right to try. As soon as the different-colored bone was placed on the left side of his body, Sen Luo found that the faint black smoke-like demonic qi on his body was connected to the bone, and then the black qi condensed at the place where it joined, and he felt his arm again.

The arm was still asymmetrical in size, but as the black demonic energy continued to roam the left arm, the bone gradually fit into Sen Luo's body, and it didn't take long for a complete skeletal arm to grow. He touched his ribs—the barrel was still broken, and several ribs were missing here, and then a piece of the pelvis underneath was missing, and one of his legs. "I'm afraid we have to mend it like this, right?" The demon said in a double tone. Then he left Shiranui, which looked like a broken pocket, and turned to leave.

Sen Luo was really a little worried about his disability before, this missing arm can be said to be the one-armed knife king, and the missing leg can also be called the iron crutch knife king, this is missing a hand and a leg, what should it be called? But in fact, it's okay, Sen Luo's knife to kill the ignorant fire is still fierce and fierce, and it doesn't give the ignorant monster a chance at all. The sword skills on this battlefield are like this, one knife can see life and death. Since Sen Luo had already grown an arm, he stuck the knife still in place, picked up the ten-character gun as a crutch, and limped out of the place. "I don't know the fire...... Ignorance of fire? Are there any green-skinned people in this world? That's a monster. Nowadays, this world is full of people and demons, but the gods and Buddhas are not in the world. ”

Sen Luo doesn't walk fast, missing a leg is like this, and he is not in a hurry, the Jade of the Four Souls does exist, but he doesn't know where to find this thing. If there is no such thing as the Jade of the Four Souls, then the ghost warriors and dragon ghosts who fought and died in front of them, and the monks of the first eye are all fools? But for a while, Sen Luo didn't know where to go to inquire. He walked along the desolate path in the darkness, and at last there was a faint light in front of him, which was a grange.

Sen Luo stood up straight, his left hand still holding the ten-word gun, the skeleton face of the skeleton turned left and right, and the double tone sounded again, very soft, "There is nothing in this place, how can there be an extra grange like this?" And this road ..... "In his eyes, the road is only faintly visible, and most of the place is buried by the wild grass that grows." "It's really a hundred ghosts walking at night...... Senro sighed and walked along the road towards the front.

Even though Sen Luo had almost decided that this was a haunted mansion, he still didn't want to break in rudely, "I'm just a dry skeleton, and I think it's enough to be able to lean against the wall all night." Although he could actually go far at night, he felt tiredness - he had felt this way since the swing of the knife, as if many, many things had come back to him. The skeleton walked to the door of the grange, and he did not go in, but turned and followed the wall to a place that was not illuminated by the brazier, his back against the wall, and Sen Luo sat down slowly, the handle of the spear resting diagonally on his shoulder, the tip of the spear against the wall, and Sen Luo straightened one of his skeletal legs and sat under the wall.

It was impossible to tell if he was looking at things or recuperating with his eyes closed, because Sen Luo's face was always the iron-colored skeletal face, and there was no ghost fire in his black eye sockets, so it was impossible to tell if he was awake or not. Moriro lowered his skull, wrapped the spear in his left hand, and held his own low-ranking samurai pocket in his hand, while his right hand naturally drooped, as if a samurai had died of exhaustion by the wall and then decayed into a skeleton and still maintained this posture.

But in fact, Sen Luo could hear it, he could hear the sound of the pipa coming from the wall, and the melodious shakuhachi sound, there should be someone dancing inside, maybe it was a white beat? But Sen Luo didn't want to know who this was, he had become a skeleton warrior, and it would be ridiculous to have so much curiosity. But Sen Luo doesn't want to know and doesn't want to provoke, it doesn't mean that the "people" in this grange are not curious.

The main entrance of the grange in the brazier opened, and the voices of the pipa and shakuhachi were lowered, and the sound of stamping clogs sounded from inside, but out came a maid. With a white face, two black eyebrows, and typical Japanese dress, the maid walked up to Sen Luo in small steps, covered her mouth and exclaimed, "Oh, did it scare you?" I'm so sorry. Sen Luo's double tone sounded again, but this was just out of etiquette, the acting skills of the maid in front of her were extremely poor, and the dead air on her body couldn't be covered at all. I heard that there were distinguished guests, and I invited you to go in and talk. The maid bent down deeply, revealing the raised collar of her kimono at the back of her neck, revealing her white back.

Sen Luo just sighed, grabbed the barrel of the gun with his left hand, and stood up with all his strength, "If you don't think it's shabby, it doesn't hurt to go and see it." He followed the maid with a ten-word gun and walked through the door. There was a cloister inside, and there was still dry landscape in the garden, which made Sen Luo can't help but take a few more looks, of course, in the eyes of others, it was the skeleton's face that stayed in the courtyard for a longer time. The skeleton had no shoes to speak of, and Sen Luo was not pretentious, so he stepped onto the floor in one step, and with the sound of the floor clattering, he followed the maid in socks and walked inside.

Pulling open the paper door, inside was a woman wearing twelve kimonos, with long hair that almost dragged to the ground, holding a biwa in her hand, while on the other side was a young man who was also kneeling and sitting, holding shakuhachi in his hand, and four candles were lit in the room, one in each direction, but they were unexpectedly bright and illuminated the whole room. This room is not small, and Sen Luo seems to be the size of twenty-four tatami mats. Seeing Sen Luo come in, the two people here also did not show a trace of surprise and fear, "Your guest is here, please take a seat." ”