In February, a cloudy drizzle drifts under the sky.

The fine rain shavings are like broken cotton wool, tight, but soft and silent drifting in this dark night.

It's as if they've been endowed with mystical and infinite powers. It dyed the dead grass green, moistened the dead wood, and stuck away the silence, but left the breath of life. Even the snow and ice melted silently and silently, turning into a thin stream of water into the thawed stream.

The sound of the ice breaking was incessant, a message of the stream's resurrection.

After the ice breaks, the stream remeets with the fresh air. The water that has been frozen for a winter has finally ushered in the first round of fresh living water, so that the creatures in the water have finally waited for the first breath of refreshing living water.

A swimming fish leaps out. Then, more fish jumped out of the water.

For a while, the sound of hula paddling added a bit of vitality to the night.

A gust of wind blew by, and the fine rain and mist were rolled up in an instant. Countless pieces of rain rushed up to the sky, as if a huge wall of rain had been erected up to the sky!

This huge rain curtain was swept by the wind current, swaying, and shaking violently, and it seemed that it could not withstand the wind current.

In a short time, the huge rain curtain fell apart and turned into a drizzle of rain on the earth.

A slight chill of wetness rose from the fingertips.

Gradually, that trace of cold entered the clothes.

Scandium!

The iron gauntlet clenched suddenly, as if to shatter the coldness.

Is it spring?

He thought to himself.

In the past, I would always walk around the streets on this day by myself, wearing a simple robe with sleeves and carrying my own "Iseshu Masakoku" around my waist, and then casually find a small shop with a small family, order two dumplings, and two rice cakes. With not very good sake, leaning against the windowsill, let yourself be lazy.

Look at the flow of people walking by outside the window, and taste the cool sake in your mouth. Holding a small wine glass in his right hand, and in his left hand... Stroking the knife lines.

Just sit like that for the day.

All the people who pass by will think that this is a wandering samurai waiting for someone, and no one will plan to come and sit down.

He is just such a person, from morning to night.

Then leave.

A whole meatball, rice cake, and a glass of sake that has been poured since the morning are left on the table.

He closed his eyes.

Open your eyes.

In his eyes, all the meetings had dissipated, and some were just the tight barracks in front of him.

The elite samurai under the daimyo of various countries gathered together under the court of the Son of Heaven.

Their eyes are cold, and they are full of murderous intent. They were dressed in armor of various colors, and they held katana swords that reflected the cold light.

It was under the court of the Son of Heaven that they were ready to kill.

The Son of Heaven is no longer able to govern, because the Son of Heaven is dead.

Although he claims to be the son of destiny, he is a mortal body after all. Mortals, after all, will die.

It's just that this Son of Heaven died too early.

His descendants are not yet fully fledged, but the retainers are too powerful.

That... No one even knows whether the Son of Heaven passed on the throne to that generation of heirs. Because the two powerful factions fought like this.

However, there are still people who know.

The Oni Warrior brought on a Ghost Face.

His task is to kill the prince or the powerful minister.

All the high-ranking officials were there tonight. If you can kill more than half of those people...

It doesn't matter if those two people don't die. Without the strength of those people, there would be no suspense in this war.

Ghost warriors have always been elusive.

No one knows how many of them there are, no one knows where they are, and no one knows even more, only that once they appear, it means that someone has died.

No one knows how they managed to be elusive.

Actually, the way to defend against them is very simple.

Don't blink.

In the blink of an eye, they're already passing through you.

Or underfoot...

Or behind it.

But he doesn't kill the guards, instead, he tries to avoid killing them. Because once a person is dead, everything is exposed.

Then it's a matter of silently climbing over the curtain wall.

For the sake of simplicity, the armies of the daimyo of various countries simply surrounded the curtain wall with a curtain and enclosed a camp.

It's obviously already a garrison, and it's been stationed for a long time.

But their camps are all light and not like words, light ... At any moment, they can rise from the ground and rush into the supreme heavenly pavilion to occupy the throne, which symbolizes endless power.

They were ready and ready to move.

They all went to Beijing in the name of King Qin, all held the prince hostage in the name of protecting orthodoxy, and all said that the other party was a thief in the name of the Qing monarch.

No one is a good thing.

It's just that each has a ghost.

A patrol of soldiers walked past him, and he stood in the middle of the road.

He didn't move, and the group of soldiers didn't even see him, that's all

The light of the torch in the soldier's hand didn't seem to illuminate the black armor that looked like an abyss on his body, and he walked over without noticing.

He opened his eyes, and he let out a long breath and walked away.

Climbing over such a curtain is a breeze.

He didn't even need to exert force, just a little bit on his toes, a little force on his hands, and he could effortlessly cross that curtain wall.

Such a curtain wall is naturally not only such a layer.

Nestled in the cascading curtain wall stands a huge tent. All the curtains were set up to guard a large tent around it.

Around this big tent, nearly 10,000 elite warriors have gathered, and they are just to protect this big tent.

Not only because their generals are here, but also because almost all of the people who can lead them to victory are here tonight.

So tonight, they'll be extra vigilant.

The long knife is unsheathed, and the armor is worn. Five steps and one post, ten steps and one post. The entire camp was heavily guarded.

Tonight's meeting will already be able to decide how much will happen.

But... All this can't stop the ghost warrior at all.

His figure was like a ghost. He can always walk quietly in the blind spot of people's sight, and he can always find behind the line of sight and walk calmly.

He wasn't hindered at all, and he made it to the finish line as if he were watching the garden in his own backyard.

At some point, his outfit had changed to red armor.

He didn't even notice who he had gotten this armor from, and he didn't know exactly when he had put it on.

He wore an ordinary face armor, and walked straight to the door, saying a word to the person at the door.

"Shift change, you two go eat first, and then let the next person take my place."

And then the original soldier didn't even think about it, so he agreed! It seems that it was arranged as a matter of course!

The Oni Warrior just stood in the doorway.

Keep your head down and let your armor cover your vision.

At this time, the people in the tent were still arguing fiercely, and the random words and screams were wafting through the camp like garbage, and the sound was getting louder and louder, as if it didn't smell too much.

They didn't notice it at all, they had only heard that the ghost warrior they had never seen before had arrived at their door.

At this time, the door was empty except for him.

(End of chapter)