Chu and Sakura lived in Shaoren's dim sum building for two days, and in these two days, Shao people would make some dim sum from time to time for Chu to taste, and Chu naturally did not refuse to come, and all the dim sum entered her stomach. Even Sakurako felt that if she continued like this, she would get fat at the beginning.

Shao Ren said that he likes people who simply like to eat dim sum at the beginning, and he only started making dim sum because he likes to eat dim sum at the earliest, but many people today are no longer so simple, including himself.

What Chuhe Sakurako didn't know was that Shaoren's dim sum building was actually not only a dim sum building, it was also the largest black market news exchange place in the county and Shanghai area. Including all kinds of information that Jizo obtained in the past, they also provided it.

People who come here almost never eat dim sum.

Two days later, in the morning, Sakurako took the first goodbye to the Shaoren, and the Shaoren personally went to the door to see them off.

"First girl. ”

At the time of parting, Shao Ren beckoned to Chu, he handed Chu a delicately wrapped box, and said with a smile.

"These, keep them for you to eat on the road. ”

The box contains a variety of snacks.

"Thank you. Chu took the box and nodded seriously at Shaoren.

"You're a good person. ”

"Hahaha. Shao Ren smiled heartily, raised his hand, patted Chu on the head, and said as if he was a little doting.

"You, not all the people who give you food are good people, remember that. ”

That's all that is said and done.

He looked at Sakurako, and his smile narrowed a little.

"Sakurako-girl, be careful yourself, Jizo is very strong. ”

"I know. Sakurako held the rusty knife.

"But there will be a break between us. ”

This decision can only be one life and one death.

Shao Ren didn't say anything more, he had seen too many things like this.

But in the matter of revenge, there is always only one result, and one result without results.

It's never something that can be stopped at the end of a lifetime's life.

However, Sakurako has already embarked on this path, and there is no turning back.

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Mountain Maple Slope, which is a small hill not far from the county Shanghai, can be seen from the name, this hillside is named after the red maple.

Jizo would always drink here, or rather, he would come back here every time he finished killing.

Whether it is autumn or not, whether it is full of maple leaves or not, he will sit on the hillside for a long time, as if in his eyes, this place will always be full of red maples.

"The narrow path of Fengshan does not know autumn, and there are still no people left behind the old wine. ”

In the red maple, Jizo sat alone in a clearing, with a wine glass in front of him, holding a wine jug in his hand, muttering to himself.

The flask tilted, pouring the gurgling sake into the glass, and Jizo looked down at the glass.

A gust of wind blew, blowing the red maple in all directions, and blowing the broken hat on Jizo's head swayed slightly.

What is Jizo doing, he is waiting for someone, waiting for someone to kill him.

This was special to him, he used to be the one he waited for him to kill, but this time it was the other way around.

The brown wild cat was still following Jizo, curled up beside Jizo, its eyes curiously looking at the autumn leaves.

Who came to kill him, this Jizo also knew that he had already inquired about some of the news in the dim sum building.

Probably, it was the daughter who killed a man in the past who came to seek revenge on himself.

The name seems to be called Saigyoji.

It's a pity that a little girl's house called a monster's name.

As time passed, Jizo's jug became emptier and empty, and when there was only one last glass left, there was the sound of footsteps behind him.

Sakurako walked in front with a sword in her hand, and Hatsu walked behind with an umbrella.

The cherry blossoms on the paper umbrella seem to be submerged by maple leaves, but they seem to be set off, bringing a poignant.

Sakurako stopped, behind Jizo, she didn't draw her sword, she was waiting for Jizo to get ready.

She was going to really kill him, the man who killed him, and the sword that killed him.

"Are you going to drink?"

Jizo asked suddenly, with his back to Sakurako.

Sakurako didn't answer.

Jizo shook the wine glass in his hand and said to himself.

"Also, you're too young to drink. ”

He tilted his head, drank the wine from his glass, and asked.

"How old are you?"

"Sixteen years old. ”

Sakurako had thought a lot about it before meeting Jizo, she thought she would be eager to kill Jizo, but when she actually saw Jizo, she found that she wasn't so eager.

"A few years ago, my family was ruined and people died?"

When he asked this sentence, Jizo organized his vocabulary, he knew his habits, when he killed people, he would kill everyone except children, so it must be a ruined family.

"Four years ago. Sakurako looked at the swaying maple trees on the hillside and replied, "If this year passes, it will be the fifth year."

"Four years. Jizo bowed slightly, and put the glass down.

He picked up the brown-red sword beside him, stood up and turned around, he was still the same, with a broken hat and a wide cloth coat, except that this time he was not holding a straw.

Jizo looked Sakurako up and down, and finally, his eyes fell on the knife in Sakurako's hand.

"How's swordsmanship?"

"It's ok. Sakurako looked at the knife in her hand, the scabbard was torn and the blade was rusty.

The appearance of this knife is very similar to the bitterness of this world.

The conversation between Jizo and Sakurako is less like an enemy, but more like an elder and a junior.

"That. Jizo took a half-step back and pulled his knife out.

"Let me take a look. ”

His body stood straight, like a towering giant tree entrenched, standing still.

Jizo never backs down, even in the face of the monstrous waves of this world, he will only follow his own principles.

He was a paranoid man who firmly believed in and insisted on what he meant to be justice.

But in front of Sakurako, he took half a step back.

Did he waver, he didn't, he just kept clinging.

Sakurako glanced at Hatsu, who held the umbrella and stepped back and stepped aside.

Standing aside, Hatsu saw the sin that spread out on Sakurako and Jizo's bodies.

The black mist writhed wildly, teeth and claws.

Sakurako pulled out the knife, and the rust on the knife seemed to be congealed by blood.

The knife wasn't supposed to be in Sakurako's hands, but now Sakurako couldn't put it down.