Re-sink into sewage.

This time the West Side style did not waste time.

He quickly groped forward according to the memory he had just made, and then explored further under the instructions of the White Mist Divine Son.

Diving... Floating...

Almost three minutes later—

The Xicheng style walked out of the gloomy water with the white mist god like a bag.

After dispelling the white mist, he began to survey his surroundings.

This place is no longer located in the corridor, but belongs to the hollow underground, and judging by this scale, most of it is artificially made.

Huge wooden pillars flowing with black water, horizontal shelves... and—

Gate.

Sanmen is actually a culture inherited from China. In Japan, the mountain gate is generally used as a gate at the entrance of a temple, symbolizing that once you enter it, you will not fight with the world.

Most of the mountain gates are made of wood, and this side of the Xicheng style is no exception.

This gate is black, about seven meters high, and has a roof.

It's just that most of this mountain gate is flooded by the sewage in front of it.

And on top of the sewage... Hideous-looking corpses floated around.

The corpses were frozen and dry, most of their clothes were soaked in sewage, and the smell of fish was accompanied by the cold.

It's no wonder, after all, behind this mountain gate is the old site of the White Mist Family.

There is a fight between the White Mist family and the eternal sacrifice that betrayed the White Mist family, and naturally there will be many corpses left here.

With such a large number of corpses, even adults will probably feel chills in their hearts when they see them, and it is normal for them to be a little timid and unable to speak.

Thinking so, Xicheng Shi turned his head to look at the White Mist Mizuko.

"What's wrong? Shiki-kun? The White Mist Divine Son's face looked over without the slightest change.

Nothing has changed.

Also, I think that this thing is also the person who can hold his broken leg and say, 'I'm shy', without changing his face, and count on people who have no fluctuations in their own deaths to think about these dead people... That's something that makes it difficult for some strong people.

"How do I think you're thinking of something particularly rude? Shiki-kun? ”

The White Mist Miko looked at him strangely.

"I didn't." Xicheng replied blandly.

"Hmm... If Shiki-kun said so. I guess I have too much self-awareness. ”

The White Mist Divine Son thought seriously for a moment and nodded.

That's right, Xicheng style has no reason to deceive himself, that should be his own crookedness.

"Where's the three-wheeled spoon?"

Xicheng asked.

"Here."

The White Mist Divine Son spread out his palms.

The snow pattern key with the three-wheel broken pattern is exuding a faint brilliance.

"Let's go."

Xicheng glanced at the three wheels, and then took a step.

The old site of the White Mist is right in front of you, so there's nothing to hesitate about.

However, just when the West Side took two steps forward-

Boom!!!

In the depths of Sensen's water, it looked like something had rushed out.

Xicheng's eyes widened, and he immediately reacted to reach out to pull the White Mist Divine Son.

But what he didn't expect was...

He was actually pushed away by the White Mist Divine Son.

Yes.

The White Mist Miko subconsciously took the same action as him. It's just that she is not as fast as Xicheng Shi, and she can't pull Xicheng Shi to make evasive moves, so she can only think of pushing Xicheng out of the attack range and taking this attack by herself.

"Run! Shiki-kun! ”

Judging by the shape of her mouth, it seems that she wants to say this.

The next second-

The upper body and lower body were split in half in an instant, and blood splattered all over the ground!

White Mist Miko's eyes widened, and blood coughed up from Sakura's lips.

Before she could lose consciousness, she barely looked up, just in time to see her lower body being dragged into the water by something from the sewage.

It's over! My lower body!

She had only this thought in her head, and then looked at the West Side with all her might.

After finding that the other party was not injured, her strength was also discharged.

At least protected Shiki-kun...

The White Mist Divine Son was satisfied.

Her lovely and beautiful face flabby, her pupils no longer possessing color—and she died.

The other side.

"......" Xicheng style a body stood up from the ground.

He subconsciously glanced at the White Mist Divine Son.

When I found that this little girl was only left with her upper body on the ground, and her godless pupils were staring at her—

Nishijo couldn't help but rub his temples.

Although he is a little reluctant to admit ... But in a sense, the White Mist Divine Son was cut in half by something in the water in order to save himself.

Although this rescue... Actually, you don't have to.

He was completely sure that he would take her with him.

But... Forget it.

Now the most critical thing is...

Xichengshi stood up expressionlessly, the black dead air between his fingers and the white mist lingering.

Boom!!!

Shadows in the water again!

And then—

Syllable!

The left and right hands of the Nishijo style, filled with mist and death, pinched the shadows that shot in.

They were two fleshy touches with a smooth center, and at the very tip there were round mouthparts full of sharp teeth.

Presumably this thing is this, just now a sweep smoothed the white mist god son in half.

Thinking of this, his eyes were full of life, and he looked into the sewage.

In that layer of sewage, there was a black purple resentment.

Judging from the visual strength, it should be about the same as the Six Imperial Spells.

It was a good opponent before the West Side injury.

But after the Xicheng style was healed, the enemies of the Six Imperial Spells were nothing at all.

The meat that had been pinched in Xicheng's hand triggered a miserable scream of 'twitter'.

The strong corrosive nature of the dead air and the mist of the coffin caused it to gradually soften into a black-yellow gravy in the hands of the West City.

Boom! Boom!

Another fleshy touch shot out of the water, this time straight at Nishijo's head.

If you are hit in the face by this flesh, it is estimated that your head will be smashed like a watermelon.

Xicheng style eyebrows raised.

He took a step back, then stomped it hard at his feet.

At the same time, both hands at the same time! Pull back!

"You can almost spit out what you just ate."

Xicheng's eyes sparkled with a calm color.

If she can successfully find the lower body of the White Mist Divine Son, it is estimated that the immortal White Mist will not erode her memory too much when she gives birth to her.

So—

Come out!

Poof.

Shadows quickly emerge from the bottom of the water under the pull of the West Side.

And then - out of the water!

Nishijo-style pinched two flesh touches, like a toy hammer, and smashed the things in the water towards the hard ground!

Along with the dull sound of flesh touching the ground, the monstrous voice of the monster also sounded.

Countless short flesh touches and squirms.

The white flesh was barely visible in the shape of a human being.

The lower body is formed by flesh touching green and white flesh, and the upper body is in the shape of a twisted person.

It's different from the feeling that the resentful spirit gives to the West Side.

The other person is like something that is actually alive.

Could it be that this is a living corpse?

Xicheng Shiki remembered the explanation that the White Mist Chrysalis had before.

The dead who were resurrected by the leaked power of immortality, but did not have the sanity... After years of paving, the alienation has become a different appearance.

Just looking at the appearance, this skeleton is indeed terrifying.

And it was staring at itself with resentment, as if it was about to tear itself to shredded flesh.

It's a terrible thing.

Xicheng couldn't help but think about it.

Think so.

Nishiro took out a folding hand axe from the glove bag next to him and walked towards the other party step by step.

Shadows shrouded in silence.

The horrible horror stared at it with resentment.

Hand axe smash down!

Under the sound of axe blades clashing with flesh.

It was a miserable whimpering cry.