In the white moonlight, the skeleton in the rotten barrel of the carcass opened its mouth, as if smiling silently, and its hands were stuck in the trees beneath it, which were constantly breaking and rotting...... Soon after, the skeleton's legs emerged from among the trees—it turned out that in a hundred years, the trees had actually grown the skeleton's legs into them. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The hundred-year-old tree was reduced to charcoal ashes on the ground, and the bones that had been worn through the tree fell to the ground, and not long after, the skeleton slowly rose from the ground. The iron-colored skull is wearing a black bucket of Sichuan carcass, which has been honed by more than 100 years of feng shui, although the surface of this barrel is covered with moss and looks rotten, but it has not rotted into fragments of dust, and it is still quite complete. And there was no major damage. The same is true of the pocket on the head of this skull, and it can be seen that this is the pocket of an ordinary low-ranking samurai, and it is not a hat of Ashigaru after all.

The skeleton's pelvis was blocked by four blades of grass, but the legs underneath were unarmed, just like his hands. The skeleton, which had stood up again, looked at its body, and for a long time did not move or speak. "I can't remember..... Why am I still here? Always feel like there's something I haven't done yet? Who am I? Always have to have a name. The skeleton sighed in a mixed Chinese and Japanese voice.

"That's fine." The skeleton looked around at the scene, "There are so many things in the world..... I'll just call Senro. The skeleton straightened up, "Am I not short?" It looks like there's a room (1.8 meters) tall...... This shouldn't be an ordinary samurai, right? But ..... "the skeleton grinned as if it were a wry smile," he still couldn't remember. "The bones of a samurai walking among the mountains under the white moonlight are truly a terrifying sight. However, this place is Hachimangahara, which was one of the battlefields of all major wars, and it was also the battlefield of one of the most tragic battles during the Warring States period. It is normal for the ghost army to appear at night, and it is normal to hear ghosts crying from time to time.

There are large bun-like mounds scattered here, with a lot of threads wrapped around them, and of course, many runes attached to the mounds. These are the bones on the battlefield that the monks let the villagers receive, and they were appeased with rituals, but they were powerless, and they could only use these things to suppress these ghosts wandering on the battlefield.

Sen Luo looked at the grayish-white steamed buns in the moonlight, and because they were almost the same kind as the ones in the steamed buns, he could also detect the flow of fierce resentment. In this land, there are nodes in the flow of these gases, and there is something that swallows these gases. Of course, these are all steamed buns without exception..... Sen Luo himself was one of the nodes, and of course he knew that it was a fierce aura, which was the sign of a ghost.

But this "ghost" of bones is now bare-handed, and as a samurai, this cannot be tolerated. But whether it was Sen Luo's own sword, or the rib cha had already fallen, it was rotten and rotten, so he could only look for the weapon that was not yet rotten here.

It's just that according to the "tradition" of the Warring States period, how could the peasants who cleaned the battlefield still leave behind those weapons and armor that could be sold for money. Even if it weren't for Sen Luo himself, if he hadn't fallen into a recess and been covered by trees, he would have already stripped off his armor, touched his weapons, and then thrown into a mass grave for the mages to chant and then suppress. Finding weapons is a real luxury here.

But there was still something to gain, and in the small stone shrine on the side of the road, Sen Luo found a sword sealed with a lot of ropes and runes, and a black sword with a sheath. Then there was a ten-character gun leaning against it, also wrapped in scriptures, and it seemed that it was a weapon that had been suppressed. Generally speaking, most of these weapons are those that have drunk flesh and blood on the battlefield, gathered countless resentment and murderous energy, and are likely to have been on the battlefield for decades before being sealed. Such a murderer will take the soul of the holder, get lost in the killing frenzy, and finally turn into a murderer's walking dead.

There are not many such weapons, and the truly ferocious ones are suppressed in shrines or temples, as if this kind of suppression in stone shrines is really the lowest class of them - but it is also very rare. This thing can't be sold for money - if you get it, you go crazy, who will sell it? So the peasants didn't have anyone to steal. Nor could he steal it, because he couldn't break through the scriptures and runes, but he wasn't a fool - although his skull was empty, it didn't stop him from coming up with a solution.

Throw stones, that's what he came up with. He really can't touch the stone shrines, but he can throw stones to knock down the stones of those shrines, and at the same time invalidate the drop of the ropes and runes on them - after all, these things were meant to be replaced regularly, except for the runes inside the shrines that couldn't be reached by the wind and rain. The ancient yellow pieces of paper could not resist such a trickery, and in the end the shrine collapsed, and the old yellow rune was shattered, and there was no way to stop Senro.

But it still made a light smoke float from Sen Luo's bones, and Sen Luo, who was shocked back several times, finally dissipated the remaining strength on the rune paper, but this skeleton seemed to be a lot more compromised. "Very powerful..... Sen Luo's voice was always so weird, and he picked up the sword. More than a hundred years have not allowed the knife to decay, but the scabbard still has the traces of time - it has become very fragile, and Sen Luo began to crumble pieces when he pinched it. But the knife inside is fine, maybe it's because the scabbard is entangled so that it doesn't penetrate the water at all. However, the leather rope on the handle of the knife was also broken like the scabbard, but the wooden handle underneath was fine.

The blade doesn't look like those famous knives, it's not like a pool of autumn water, it's a little dark and inconspicuous. There are also ground muscle patterns on the knife body, but it is quite messy, and it is by no means the style of a famous knife, and the knife inscription is also very simple, that is, it is engraved with the words "Five Generations of National Light".

The same is true of the gun, which has no holster, and the blade of the gun, which is not even as good as the sword, has already shown rust, and it seems that if it had not been placed in the shrine, it would have been rusted - this is probably the mistake of the sealed guys, who should have let the wind and rain blow these weapons. But it is not possible to put it in the shrine, this weapon will naturally tempt those who see them or approach them, and if they are left outside, I am afraid that they will be taken away by those who see them—this is not something that can be stopped by telling the villagers that this is dangerous, they will be tempted.

"Five generations of Guoguang and ten character guns." Moriro was already satisfied, with a sword and a gun, what else was there to complain about-as a samurai. But I'm afraid he's only going to be called a Bone Ronin now.