No snowflake is innocent during an avalanche, and certainly no snowflake needs to come out and apologize.

Yuli naturally knew this, and she looked at the mutilated corpse in front of her.

"Ever seen an owl laughing?"

Yuri remembers that the traditional saying is "If you are not afraid of the owl calling, you are afraid of the owl laughing", it is said that the owl laughs and means that someone is going to die, and the owl is here to report the funeral.

Yuli had seen an owl laughing just now, and she thought the little head was very cute when she smiled.

Even if you report a funeral, it's a happy funeral, so let's go happily.

Of course, Yuri knew, in fact, because of the owl's carnivore, it could smell carrion, which was a precursor to death.

"Hey, let's continue to collect sacrifices."

Today's sky is a little dark, as if it is too cloudy to sleep.

Youli has already found the next sacrifice, and that sacrifice must be a fire-shaped life.

She stalked the two men in front of her.

The fatter man stood next to the thin man and suddenly didn't move, looking like he wanted to say something and stopped.

"What's the matter?" The thin man asked with some interest.

The fatter man hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke, "Do you feel that the surroundings seem weird?" ”

Don't be alone's heart jumped, he seemed to notice something, but his face was forced to be calm: "Why do you ask that?" ”

The two were walking on a deserted path, and they looked around.

The fact that there was no one around was once again confirmed.

Zhou Cai, Zhou Fu is the name of these two people, and the two of them are a pair of brothers.

The two of them make a living from drug trafficking.

Of course, this profession is nothing, because the government of the Republic of China itself is the biggest drug dealer, and the national government levies nest donations and lazy donations, the so-called nest donations are levied on opium farmers according to their nests, and the so-called lazy donations are levied on farmers who do not grow opium.

As for what it means, it's called forbidden.

Many local warlords relied on opium to feed their armies, and tobacco soil, that is, opium, was a hard currency that was stronger than silver dollars, and was directly used for circulation, the most famous of which was the cloud soil produced in Yunnan.

Of course, due to the huge benefits of the opium tax, the provinces are also fiercely competing with each other, and in general, they are protecting the opium industry in their own provinces and cracking down on the opium industry in other provinces, so they will choose some opium dealers from other provinces who have not been dealt with in advance.

And the two of them are opium dealers from other provinces.

"Hey, it's weird, I always feel weird in the neighborhood." Zhou Cai had goosebumps on his body.

It's spring, but what's going on with this chill?

This is weird enough, and suddenly Zhou Fu let out a shout.

"Ahh He screamed and fell to the ground.

"What's going on?" Zhou Cai looked at his brother, and there were nearly dozens of wounds on his thin arm out of thin air.

Each wound seems to be a bone that can be seen in Bai Sensen.

Zhou Fu's face was distorted in pain.

"What's going on?" Zhou Cai hurriedly helped Zhou Fu up.

Just when Zhou Cai's hand was about to touch Zhou Fu.

"Ahh Zhou Fu let out another loud scream.

Zhou Fu's skin was deeply torn off.

Before Zhou Cai could react, his brother's muscles were separated from his bones.

And the blood was drained from the muscles.

The internal organs, blood, muscles, skin, and bones are separated.

"Who!?" Brother Zhou Cai had completely disappeared, and he looked around in horror, but there was everything around.

"Could it be that you have encountered an evil spirit..."

Zhou Cai forcibly calmed himself down, took out the blade from his body and cursed at the air.

He knew that some of the ghosts were afraid of evil spirits.

But he didn't meet any kind of ghost.

It was ridiculous for a fat, pig-like man to slide into the air with a knife no longer than his hand.

At this time, somewhere in Dongying.

"Huh?" The black dead eyes in the woods were thinking about their thoughts while hurrying.

Suddenly, his expression froze, his eyebrows raised, and his backhand behind him was a sword.

Click!

A sharp black blade split the slender throwing knife in half, and the scrap iron fell in half to the grass.

"The reaction is good, eat me again!"

Before Black Death could see who the other party was, the other party had already swung his blade and slashed through the air head-on, until Black Death saw the waving white blade.

The sword was long, narrow, and narrow-shaped, and the entire sword glowed with a strange white light.

"It's a lot of strength."

The black dead eyes suddenly froze in his heart, and he silently made a gesture of drawing his sword.

"It seems that I have met someone from the same path."

Black Dead Eyes loves swordsmanship immensely.

So much so that he knew that he would die at the age of 25 as a brindle swordsman, and he felt very unwilling that he didn't have much time to hone his sword skills.

Therefore, in order to obtain the opportunity to improve his martial arts with eternal life, he did not hesitate to betray the ghost killing team and joined the camp of Ghost Dance Tsuji, becoming the original winding.

"Die." Black Death Eyes whispered

"Breath of the Moon, Ichi-no Dark Moon, Yoinomiya"

This is a drawing slash that is so fast that you can't see the blade clearly, leaving many full moon blades on the slash trajectory.

Black Death Eyes used this trick to easily cut off Shitou Wuichiro's left arm.

Black Death Eyes felt as if the battle was over before it had even begun.

The masked man didn't even dodge.

I saw an arc-shaped silver-white sword light like a crescent moon flash in an instant, and it attacked the white-masked man in front of him with a fierce momentum.

"Huh." The masked man snorted lightly and teleported behind Black Death Eyes at an incredible speed.

Click!

Black Death looked down at the big knife in his hand, which was still intact, but now it had broken in half from the middle, leaving only a small truncated blade still in his hand.

The Demon Blade forged by Black Deathmou from his own flesh and blood. The blade, handle, and grip are all covered with eyes, and with the swing of the slash there are countless full moon blades, which change in size and length from time to time, and have no fixed form.

If the knife is damaged, it can also instantly "grow back" to the prototype, and as Black Death unleashes its strength, it will evolve into a longer Xenomorph Blade with the wrong blade.

Although Black Death Eyes knew that he had destroyed his ghost knife, it didn't mean that the masked man in front of him had too much strength.

But it means that the strength of the two of them is at least the same, even judging from the teleportation just now.

The masked man in front of him didn't seem to be a good stubble.

However, for these, the black dead eyes didn't care very much, only to see him put his sword into the sheath, glanced at the person behind him lightly, and his lips moved slightly: "Who is Your Excellency?" ”

"I don't remember having this enemy."

As a ghost who has lived for hundreds of years, Black Dead Eyes naturally has too many enemies to count.

There are several generations of members of the Demon Slayer who have joined the Slayer Team to kill him.

But Black Dead Eyes has been alive and well.

The black death eyes could feel that the person in front of him had no hatred for him.

With the words of black dead eyes, the figure in front of him slowly took off his mask.

It's a limited division, and she has left the ancestral land of her family on the island of Hokkaido.

"Naturally, it won't be an enemy." The only enemy of the limited division is the one named Jingye.

"I just wanted to talk to you."

"Smack. Syllable.. Smack," the black dead eyes applauded softly.

"Good boy, you're very good, but why haven't I ever heard of you!"

Black Death Clapped His Hands, Restored the Ghost Blade That Had Been Destroyed Just Now, looked at the Limit Division with a somewhat solemn expression, and spoke in a muffled voice.

For the praise of the black dead eyes, the limited division didn't pay attention to it, just glanced around casually, and saw the woods that were gradually beginning to rise a faint mist, Ling Feng withdrew his gaze, looked at the black dead eyes and asked in a low voice, "Hey, are you really human?" Why are there six eyes? ”

"It looks so weird, like a spider."

The limited division directly raised the question that he had just held in his heart.

The black dead eyes carved out the word "well" on his head.

"This little ghost." Black Dead Eyes wanted to kill this man with a knife.

But I already have a very urgent task in my body, and I don't want to be entangled with this person.

Seeing that the black dead eyes did not respond, the limited division turned around, waved his hand indifferently, and continued on his way.

Looking at the back that was gradually moving away, the black dead eyes did not make another move.

They are all just swordsmen on the same path, and the black death eyes sighed.

Black Death Eyes could put everything down for the sake of swordsmanship, and he could see that the person just now was not in his twenties.

The strength is similar to that of a few hundred years old.

"The talent is really horrible." Black Death exhaled softly.

But Black Death Eyes knew that the man just now might surpass him in swordsmanship.

but

Black Death Eyes has endless life.

I will definitely be able to reach the highest point of swordsmanship.

After a moment of departure, a black, long-haired young man in a church robe stepped out from behind a tree.

"Now, it looks like you've come across a good container." Dark Issai smiled and looked at the limited division.

"It's kind of weird."

He could feel the blood on the creature's body, although the blood on this man's body was not as strong as the one on the spider spirit just now.

But the current man made him feel a little frightened.

"Don't you resist?" Dark Zhai pulled out his soul-slaying knife.

Directly and quickly cut to the limit.

"Damn, just do it." Tsuji hurriedly drew his long blade and blessed his blade with the Bloodplague Protector and the Alien Spirit.

He could see the peculiarity of that knife.

A knife with a real soul.