Today is either the other party dies or lives by himself.

At least that's what Kitagawa Temple has in mind.

For the sake of a skill book that he had never seen before, Kitagawa Temple felt that he should work hard.

One of his feet exerted force, and the other hand pinched Jian Ding and rushed over first!

The rough and rapid movements made Kitano Liang's extremely anthropomorphic expression stunned.

It stands to reason that a terrible appearance like his should make people feel frightened, but why did the young man in front of him rush over with a little excited expression on his face instead of being afraid?

He opened his terrifying bloody mouth and howled loudly at Beichuan Temple.

But in the next second, his mouth was smashed by Beichuan Temple mercilessly! The roar also stopped abruptly.

？？？？？

What's the matter with you?

Kitano Liang, who still retains some humane thinking, is full of confusion, but the cleaver under his hand is not ambiguous at all, and he slashes at the neck of Kitagawa Temple.

But Kitagawa Temple seemed to have expected the other party's actions for a long time.

The sledgehammer changed like flowing water, and a thick blast shield was held in his hand.

Syllable!

The chopper slashed against the blast shield with an unpleasant muffled sound.

With the power of being cut by the other party, Kitagawa Temple's body turned, and the Kanada in his hand quickly dissected Kitano Liang's spirit body

The severe pain made Kitano Ryo wail, and he lifted the cleaver again, and slashed the thigh of Kitagawa Temple in a bloody and cruel manner.

The dead air in Kitagawa Temple's hand turned into an explosion-proof shield again, and while the explosion-proof shield in his left hand blocked the opponent's sharp blow, his right hand also inserted it into Kitano Liang's chest.

He rolled backwards a few times on the spot, and then was relieved by the force, and with a hook of the fingers of his right hand, he operated and store off a large piece of flesh from the opponent's body with a silk thread composed of dead qi.

Beichuan Temple put five fingers together, and then stretched out and pulled. Kanada flew upside down and fell back into his hands.

Sure enough—

Ryo Kitano is not as good as the knife witch in the village of the gods.

Although he still retains the consciousness of a human being, it can also be seen from the series he just now that he is only barely relying on his reaction speed to keep up with the actions of Beichuan Temple.

That's the limitation of most wraiths.

After all, they don't know how to fight human beings at all.

But—

"Resentful spirits also have their means."

Kitagawa Temple glanced at his wrist.

At the same time as the Jiandingla fell off just now, the wrist of Beichuan Temple was stained with some flesh and blood composed of resentment.

It seems that because of the spell on the other party's body, this small piece of minced meat fell to the wrist of Beichuan Temple, and it was like a strong acid, quickly corroding the skin on his wrist.

Sharp pain came, black mixed with bright red blood.

This scene was obviously also discovered by Ryo Kitano, who moved its huge spirit body and rushed towards Kitagawa Temple.

Beichuan Temple frowned, and the explosion-proof shield in his left hand was transferred to his right hand, and he was sure to retract it, and at the same time, the whole person retreated backwards.

However, this is a basement building, and the space for Kitagawa Temple to retreat is also very narrow.

In the face of the cleaver that was stained with the grievances of countless children and dead, Beichuan Temple erected an explosion-proof shield.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The cleaver smashed on the blast-proof shield of the condensed death air, as if it was going to break Kitagawa Temple's wrist like this.

It's not good to go on like this.

Beichuan Temple's eyes flashed with a black aura.

At the moment when the center of gravity was unbalanced when the other party raised the cleaver and swung it down, the explosion-proof shield in his hand turned into a short stab, and at the same time, his body turned to the right side, flashing the sharp blade and slamming forward under his feet!

The strength of the waist was transmitted along the arm to the wrist, and the short thorn nail pierced Ryo Kitano's throat!

Poof!!!!!

The jet-black liquid splashed everywhere, splashing all over the entire arm of Beichuan Temple, and the corrosive white mist also rose at the same time!

Zizi Zi !!

Pain!

Pain!

The skin peels off layer by layer, and the bright red blood is mixed with the black water dripping down!

A pale color appeared on Beichuan Temple's expressionless face, but he didn't hesitate to retreat, and his arm exerted force again!

Ho-ho-ho

Kitano Liang stared at those resentful eyes, and a trace of unwillingness flashed on his terrifying face full of black pus!

It's not dead yet!

Kitano Ryo even wanted to reach out and break Kitagawaji's arm.

Kitagawa Temple's right foot stomped on Kitano's chest, causing his already unbalanced body to fall backwards.

After doing this, Kitagawa Temple still didn't let go, he stubbornly nailed the short thorn in the middle of Kitano Ryao's throat, and the other hand flashed out and was inserted into Kitano's throat again.

When the skin peels off, it is muscle tissue, and when the muscle tissue bottoms out, it is the white bones of Sensen -

Rao is like this, Beichuan Temple still has not let go.

Boom!!!!

The dark blue standing fire roared up, and it burned with a clattering and short thorn.

Nishikujo also poured his good thoughts into the dark blue fire.

Ryo Kitano finally let out an unwilling wail, his arms fell weakly, and his huge body burned with golden-blue-black flames everywhere.

Kitagawa Temple took a step back, his arms hanging weakly.

He was gasping for air, his face covered in sweat.

The two arms are almost crippled, and if it weren't for a deadly momentum, maybe the other party would have succeeded.

After all, the other party wants to exchange blood for blood, and Beichuan Temple naturally can't retreat.

In a life-and-death battle like just now, there can be no panic and hesitation.

Because Kitagawa Temple always kept calm, he stood to the end.

At this time, Nishikujo jumped to the ground pitifully and anxiously, looking at Kitagawa Temple's pale face for the first time, and he was also anxious to jump around.

The muscles of Kitagawa Temple's two arms were like wax oil, and blood and black liquid were constantly sliding downward, and the smell of fishy was overflowing.

"Don't worry." Kitagawa Temple wanted to wave his hands, but the state of his hands was really wrong.

Fortunately, there are still more than forty points left in the death qi, and there should not be much problem in treating both arms.

Thinking about it, Kitagawa Temple attached the death qi to his arms, and then activated the death qi healing skill.

Wisps of black resentment rose from his battered arms.

Kitagawa Temple was healing his arms as he looked at Ryo Kitano's spirit, which was burning on the ground.

I have to say that Ryo Kitano's spirit body is very resistant to burning.

If the spirit of ordinary people is regarded as a match, then Ryo Kitano's spirit body is like a small fire, and there is no comparison between the two at all.

After all, Ryo Kitano is proficient in spells, and the spirit body after his death must have devoured some spirit body through some means.

"Feed one's own spirits with blood..."

Kitagawa Temple glanced at Kitano's burning spirit and continued to heal his arm.

It's weird.

"As the resentment of the Rain Pavilion, Ryo Kitano, who has the biggest resentment breeder, is now dead, why hasn't the Spirit Domain collapsed yet?"

Answer...

Kitagawa Temple withdrew his gaze and looked at the gate behind him.

That's where Ryo Kitano held his resurrection ceremony.

Maybe the reason why the Spirit Domain of the Rain Pavilion has been able to hold on until now is here.

Without hesitation, Kitagawa kicked it away with his foot, and then stopped.

There was an indescribable grim scene in his eyes.

Overhead, a forest hung from the ceiling—

It was a black jungle of Hessian curved iron hooks.

Above this jungle, hanging children with various parts missing.

The children had been brutally pierced through their bodies with iron hooks, and their white corpses hung from the iron hooks without moving.

Underneath the mass of corpses was a large bathtub filled with jet-black blood.

In the bathtub, Matsumoto's face was attached to his neck that didn't belong to him, Fujiwara Nagagawa's arms were haphazardly thrust into his fundamentally untidy torso, and the grease of butter oil floated on the jet-black blood.

The torso had been dissected, and various organs were stuffed inside, some of which had turned purple and emitted a pungent odor.

The patchwork corpse was leaning against the bathtub, stitches everywhere.

This should be the ideal of Haruna pursued by Ryo Kitano.

It can also be seen from here that in the later stages of the ceremony, Ryo Kitano was already a little crazy.

His aesthetic is completely inverted.

But this 'Haruna' still lacks the most important soul, so it can only sleep here.

Kitagawa Temple didn't pity Kitano Ryū, he just looked around to check the situation inside.

This small bathroom is filled with horrible resentment.

The heavy resentment seemed to be able to penetrate the mouth and nose of Kitagawa Temple, and even the resentment on Kitano Ryo outside was completely inferior to the heavy resentment contained in this small room.

"I see."

Kitagawa Temple knew it in his heart.

From the beginning, the Rain Pavilion was not supported by Ryo Kitano's resentment, but by this small room.

The resentment of these dead children is sustained.

As long as this room exists, one day a terrifying resentful spirit similar to Ryo Kitano will be born.

The corpses of the children hung silently, their eyes closed or their mouths open.

The face of the head was full of pain, and the limbs without the head hung down.

Kitagawa Temple can imagine it.

The little ones were pulled here, then brutally stripped of a part, then killed again, hanging here like slaughterhouse meat.

Kitagawa Temple closed the door again.

His hands were almost recovered, and he had to wait for the dead qi to recover, burn this room, and leave this spiritual realm.

Beichuan Temple has been in the basement for about an hour and a half, and the dead air has recovered nearly two-thirds.

Ryo Kitano's spirit body also burned out early, and more than twenty ghost lamps were imprisoned in this basement full of resentment, unable to fly out.

Among these soul lamps, most of what Beichuan Temple sees is the life of a child.

A child who was sent to the Rain House because his parents had an accident...

A child who was born by a mother who likes to mess around outside and sent directly to the Rain House...

A child who has lost his mother from birth...

......

There are a lot of things recorded in the soul lamp, and Kitagawa Temple even saw Matsumoto's memories and Katori Snow Beads-

"Almost."

Kitagawa Temple has rested enough.

He pushed the inner door open again, looked at the still extremely tragic scene, and took a deep breath:

"I'm here to help you out."

With half a point of comfort, Beichuan Temple raised a blue fire under his hands.

The blue flames are blazing!

Resentment is the best nourishment for the fire.

In such a place of resentment, the fire is even more intense!

The blue flames wrapped around the corpses and burned along the ceiling.

In the bathtub, Kitano Haruna's body also slowly burned.

Looking at these scorching flames, Beichuan Temple slowly closed the gate with a blank face.

As the basement room, which is the main body of the 'Rain House', burns, the entire Rain House begins to vibrate violently.

Kitagawa Temple simply cut the cover plate into pieces with a fixed set, and the whole person rushed out of the basement.

Behind him were more than twenty soul fires.

They seemed to sense that the basement's restraint on them had weakened, and they turned into balls of light and flew out one after another.

In front of you, you will see the sky with heavy rain!

Under this sky, there is a soul fire that stretches its tail and flies one after another.

These small soul fires, which are different from adult soul fires, emit magnificent and strange light particles, and each soul fire carries a child's innocent smile.

As if thanking Beichuan Temple, the little soul fires flew around Beichuan Temple, unwilling to leave.

"Go ahead." Kitagawa Temple waved his hand.

Hearing this, all the soul fires paused for a moment, and then nostalgically circled around Beichuan Temple several times before breaking through the dark clouds and rowing towards the other side of the sky.

Kitagawa Temple heard from his mother when he was a child.

Every child who dies early will turn into a shining star and hang in the sky.

Isn't that flickering soul fire like a star?

Beichuan Temple glanced at the dark passage that collapsed and shook his head.

He didn't get the skill book.

I don't know why, but the interest is all gone.

Presumably, even if he got that notebook that recorded various curses and spells, Kitagawa Temple probably wouldn't have invested in research.

"And this time the harvest is enough."

Kitagawa Temple glanced at the Rain Pavilion in a state of collapse, and no longer hesitated.

He reached out and pulled open the crack that broke away from the Rain Pavilion, and the whole person flashed into it.

Thundered!!!

In the midst of lightning and thunder, the collapse speed of the Rain Pavilion accelerated, and the corpses hidden in it fell into the abyss.

The House of Rain, a place that no one will ever visit again, and no one can see the ugly humanity hidden in the shadows anymore...

Stand firm at the foot of Beichuan Temple, looking around.

He was now standing on the side of the mountain road, carrying a backpack.

There are tourists walking past Kitagawa Temple.

It was a family of three.

A man, a woman, and a daughter.

They were talking and laughing with anticipation for the next camping.

Kitagawa Temple watched all this with some amazement.

It turned out that the heavy rain had stopped falling unconsciously.

Sunlight shines through the clouds and shines on the mountainous terrain.

The gloom of the jungle was banished and replaced by a flood of spring.

Under this burst of soft sunlight, people's originally cold faces seemed to have some warmth.

After the four solar terms of the beginning of spring, mid-spring, stunning, and vernal equinox, the temperature has finally risen.

This faint warmth makes people forget the cold winter day.

Because... Since it's late spring, summer shouldn't be far away, right?