There are a total of four four souls of jade in the world, and now that one has gone, it is impossible to collect four to achieve their wishes, and the holders of the other three will feel it, knowing that most of their wishes will be frustrated, and they will definitely be desperate to find out who did the good deeds. But how could Sen Luo care about such a thing? In fact, even using this bead to send Shimizu Ji to reincarnation is a price that far exceeds the gain, and he doesn't need a whole bead, what he did was just to let Shimizu Ji get a higher starting point after reincarnation.

But at this point, the casual Sen Luo probably didn't think about it at all, but he just thought that using it like this could save Shimizu Hime, so he used it.

The skeletal warrior with the spear on his shoulders went to a major event in his heart, and now he walked on the road with ease—where to go? He didn't care, anyway, he walked casually along the aura of the leylines and his own mind. The demonic aura swam vividly between his bodies and skeletons, and even the appearance of the hideous and terrifying-looking skeleton became ordinary for a while. Sen Luo was originally a "clean" skeleton, and there was no residue of rotten flesh on his body, but now that the obstacle in his heart was gone, there was a faint smell of sandalwood wafting out of the iron-colored bones.

This skeleton follows the aura over the mountains and mountains, and no one walks all day, while others lie dormant by day and come out at night. Since he had also seen the landscape, Moriro's pace was not fast, and he walked along the Tokaido towards the north of Honshu, and the day had already passed Owari Province. Walking in the countryside, the densely populated place is also a place for a hundred ghosts to walk at night. In Japan here and now, it is common for people and demons to live together under the same blue sky, and the corresponding story is also a car bucket.

Sen Luo's skeletal eyes saw countless demonic qi circulating in the streets and alleys, there were fewer densely populated places, and there were many deserted places, especially temples and nunnery, and those wild roads and mountains and rivers, even in the daytime, were the world of demons and ghosts. These demons are both good and evil, and there are many who snatch women and children to absorb essence and devour flesh and blood, and Sen Luo has seen one now.

It was a big ghost with a bulging belly, almost as tall as an ordinary dwelling, with a bare head, hair draped on both sides, three small horns on his forehead, a hideous and living ghostly face, holding a big stick in his right hand, and a child who had passed out in his left hand, wearing a pair of tattered trousers, and striding barefoot on the grassy road behind the village. Sen Luo walked out slowly, directly in front of the big ghost.

There was no expression on the skeleton's face to do, and the skeletal samurai just stood there, a little lazy. The tattered star hood and the barrel of the river carcass were worn on him, how to look at it was a low-level samurai who died in the war years, a skeleton ghost, but the height of this ghost skeleton is relatively high, which is rare among the Japanese. "Put down the kid and get out!" A double tone rang out, from the lazy tattered skeleton.

The big ghost was a little stunned, looking left and right, with a confused expression on his face - perhaps because the big ghost's IQ was too low to understand Sen Luo's words. The skeletal warrior shook his skull and let out a low laugh, and then he strode forward to meet the great ghost. As you walk, you draw your knife casually. Although the big ghost is stupid, but such a ghost is also quite belligerent and fierce, and Sen Luo walked over like this and drew his sword, then the meaning of the representation is very obvious - it is the big ghost's favorite fight.

The ghost lifted the left-handed child high and opened its mouth, apparently trying to eat the prey that was in the way before the battle. But since Sen Luo is here for this, how could he let this evil demon eat the target he wanted to save. Although there were still more than a dozen steps apart, Sen Luo still waved his knife without hesitation. The sword light seeped into the gap formed by the demonic qi rushing against each other, and then burst out, but under the light of the sword, the big ghost's movements suddenly stopped.

Sen Luo swung his sword and continued to move forward, without stopping, and when he walked under the big ghost who was standing in a daze, the big ghost made a sound like a sigh - it was just the sound of the breath in his lungs blowing flesh when it was broken open body. The big ghost's body began to split, and it slid down with a clatter, and the child who was grabbed in his left hand naturally also fell, just falling into Sen Luo's outstretched hands, and the skeletal samurai kept walking and directly took the child away.

"Devil ......" was a child's voice, but soon the voice was cut off, and the child covered his mouth in fear. The kid had been awake all the time, but he just saw the sharpness of Sen Luo's knife and exclaimed, but as soon as he spoke, he remembered that he was still caught by this skeleton ghost, and he didn't know what would happen, so of course he quickly covered his mouth. "Hahaha...," the laughter rang out from the chest of the skeleton ghost who was holding him, "Do you recognize the way back?" Little girl. The double tone sounded again, and the little girl saw the skeletal face with her head bowed, and immediately covered her face with a cry of surprise and did not dare to look at it.

The skeletal warrior put the little girl on the ground and patted her on the head, "Go, follow this path, and soon you will be back in the village." There won't be any goblins coming to catch you. With that, Sen Luo straightened up and walked the other way, and when he reached the side of the road, he beckoned, and a spear fell from the sky and grasped it in the palm of his hand. The little girl was stunned for a moment, and ran quickly along the path. Moriro's hearing was quite good, and he could hear the joyful cries of the village and the little girl's words that the samurai-sama had saved her, and then the footsteps of a group of people, presumably to see the fallen big ghost.

But this had nothing to do with Sen Luo, he quickened his pace and disappeared on the other side of the road. In the middle of the moon, the skeletal warrior didn't want to hurry at this moment, he sat in the corridor in front of an abandoned nunnery, behind him was a half-collapsed Buddhist hall, and the overhead corridor under him was not yet decayed, Sen Luo sat here, in front of him was the "dry landscape" under the moonlight, saying so, in fact, no one took care of it for a long time, and only one outline could be seen. Beside him, there was a small flask, Sen Luo did not drink, he looked at the moonlight in the sky, looked at the dry landscape with a trace of white sand in front of him, picked up the flask and just put it under the nose of his skeletal face, and did not open it, as if he sniffed it like this.

"It's a good thing, I really don't want to drink it." The skeletal warrior sighed and gently put the flask back down. His skeletal palms beat nameless on his kneecaps, but he never chanted......