Yes...

Another feast of blood.

Look at their expressions, fear, anger, cowardice. Isn't all this the expression that a rebel who is caught plotting a rebellion should have?

The swords in the hands of this full hall of samurai were dim and hazy, and their eyes were not as bright as a samurai should be. Dressed in samurai armor and armed with samurai swords, their eyes are as greedy, brutal, and unbridled as the bandits' greed, brutality, and unbridled desire.

Such people...

Do you deserve to be called a samurai?

Look.

Your blood is also red. But it stinks.

Look.

Your roar is loud and loud. But it is no different from the common people who sell on the street.

Look.

Your swords are also sharp. But they are corrupted by your desires.

Look.

You were once glorious warriors. But now you can't afford to fight any more!

So...

Corrupt and depraved traitors...

Lead the neck to be killed.

When you see the figure of the Oni Warrior, you should know.

You are already going to be cleansed.

He clenched the katana in his hand reflecting the light of Mori Leng, holding the head of the so-called minister in his hand, and Sen Leng looked at the legend of the ghost warrior below, and the fear of death overwhelmed the head and desperately screamed and begged for mercy.

Scold...

What a humble man.

A rebellious courtier should kneel at the feet of the Son of Heaven, fearful, panicked, and humble in their desire for mercy.

Then they were ordered to cut off their heads!

He let go of the skull in his hand, and it rolled down the stairs, at the feet of the traitors below.

The mask of the demon warrior is still terrifying. He pointed at the traitor below, blood-stained knife raised.

All kinds of waves!

Baste!

He opened his eyes imperceptibly, and his whole body tensed completely for a moment, guarding against an attack that might come at any moment.

Then a sharp pain rushed into his brain for a split second, and his first reaction was to think that he had been attacked.

If such a severe pain had been someone else, I am afraid that it would have been howling frantically and wailing to vent its pain. But he didn't make any sound, but calmly endured it.

At this time, he had already reflected it.

An ordinary cabin is not spacious, but it is not a cramped room. There was a fire nearby, and the burning fire kept the hut warm. The slightly propped up windows allow the cabin to ventilate without being too stuffy.

He must be in the home of a farmer now.

He could feel the feeling of something being tied up all over his body, it must have been a wound that had already been treated.

Perhaps the act of waking up had caused the wound to break open a little, and he felt something wet slowly oozing out.

He tried to sit up, but he couldn't.

Only then did he realize that he didn't have the slightest strength in his body.

Oh, the dignified ghost martial arts, the sword-wielding man behind the Son of Heaven, actually ended up like this...

He couldn't help but laugh at himself.

He turned his head hard, trying to see more clearly the environment he was in.

But he couldn't see anything more. The things here are very simple, even the furniture is not missing, it looks like a simple bedroom.

He sighed inwardly.

It's kind of picking up a life. But what should I do from now on?

He was starting to get confused.

That night, he left a shadow on all the people in the tent that would linger for the rest of their lives.

Sticky blood everywhere, dense corpses. Their heads were severed, and only a layer of skin remained. The corpses were either kneeling or falling, their severed heads bowed as if they were reflecting on their own sins.

They are like seppuku sinners being misplaced.

This is a killing knife technique unique to ghost warriors: the slashing knife.

All sinners, if they have committed an unforgivable mistake, should be seppuku.

If they don't want to, the oni warriors will come to his aid.

For sinners deserve to die.

The sinners who are still alive desperately want to live, and the sinners who are dead are the ones who know how to atone for their sins.

He's strong.

But there are too many of them.

It's all sin.

These endless sins are inexhaustible.

Your Majesty the Son of Heaven, I can't kill these sins!

He snapped his eyes shut. A teardrop slipped from the corner of his eye.

What he felt was a deep sense of powerlessness.

For some reason, he suddenly felt very tired.

He really wanted to have a good rest, he wanted to ignore everything, he just wanted to find a place where no one was there, throw the knife aside, put a softer cotton pillow on the pillow, open the window so that the wind could blow on his body, and sleep well with a thinner quilt.

Beside him, there was the girl combing his hair carefully.

But he knew too well that he couldn't do any of that.

He shook his head violently, tossing aside the cranky thoughts in his head.

He couldn't go back.

He couldn't see the girl again.

He knew very well that as long as he saw her again, he would be able to throw everything aside for that girl, including...

On his own, he bears the will of the Son of Heaven and supports the orthodox righteousness of the next Son of Heaven!

He opened his eyes.

A ray of moonlight fell on his face from the window.

As if sensing the coldness of the moonlight, he turned his head slightly to look at the white moon.

Today's moon is very bright. Its light is as bright as snow, and although it cannot illuminate the whole night, in the night sky, it is as holy as the summit of Mt. Fuji, which does not spend the year.

It's like the brilliance of a god.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

If there was anything in this world that could be as clean and pure as it was...

He suddenly stopped thinking.

Suddenly, he saw that under the moonlit window, there was a table of white hair shining gently in the moonlight.

He was wrapped in a pitch-black cloak, leaning against the edge of the wall.

The windowsill was above his head, and perhaps the moonlight was too dazzling, and he didn't notice the little child at first.

In the afterglow of the moonlight, he actually had the light of the moon that was not inferior to that of the moon. It's just that the moon is so alluring that he is ignored. But when I saw him...

He suddenly realized that he had never seen such a pure person.

He had never seen him, but the child gave him a feeling. His thoroughness,.

A very ridiculous feeling suddenly rose in his heart.

This is a situation that should not occur, he has read countless people, and knows that such a judgment is easy to make a wrong judgment.

But...

This time, he didn't want to judge this confession calmly no matter what.

Forget it, a child, even if he makes a mistake in judgment, what can he do?

Why spoil the fleeting beauty of the present for the sake of something that is too rational?

He closed his eyes, waved away the chaotic thoughts in his heart, quieted himself a little, closed his eyes and rested.

(End of chapter)