At the end of the summer of the first year of Kansei, the sky seemed to be on fire. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThe eleventh shogun, Tokugawa Ieki, has been ruling the world for eight years, and the world has enjoyed peace for more than a hundred years, but the chaotic waters still flow beneath the surface of the song and dance.

Just last year, Sekigahara Castle became a demon cave, and the people were killed and injured countless times, and Amakusa Shiro Tokisada, who was killed by the shogunate one hundred and fifty years ago, was resurrected...... It was not easy for Amakusa to disappear under the hard work of the swordsmen, but at the beginning of this year, there were reports from all over the country that there were "ghost" armies plundering and killing people everywhere, as if the troubled times of the Warring States more than a hundred years ago had returned to the world.

Not only Japan, but the whole world seems to have been plunged into the abyss of chaos since last year. Monsters lurking in the dark side appear in front of people - in Romania, vampires openly appear in front of the frightened villagers, using terrifying magic to turn abandoned castles into cities, dark spells that make the sky cloud-blanketed, day and night.

And in Scotland, the British Isles, which is about to embark on the road on which the sun never sets, there are many men lying in bed weakly, as if they have fallen into a wonderful spring dream, and their breath is dying. The priests of the church understood that this was the evil of the banshee, but there was nothing they could do about it - because even most of the priests were already lying in bed and could not move......

In Canada, the loggers are afraid to enter the forest again, "White Bigfoot Devil!" "That's their reason, no one dares to risk logging in the snow-covered forest.

In the Atlantic Ocean of Spain, the legendary pirate ship with black skull sails reappeared at the end of the sea, and the one-eyed captain stood in the bow of the ship, drinking untold blood under his twin swords, and even the navy was hated by his soul-snatching sword.

It was in this era of demons that had become a battlefield of the past that something had awakened.

This is Hachimangahara, the place where fierce battles took place between the dragons and tigers of the Warring States. For more than 100 years, many people have been driven away here - this is the land of ghosts, the land of evil, and only villages that can invite great mage monks or onmyoji to practice and then sacrifice can survive here. The mountains were appeased by the monks of Koyasan, and the bones of the uncollected corpses were sealed in several large graves.

In the shade of the col, there was a large tree, its mossy body twisted and deformed, and between the trunk and the branches, but a skeleton was stuck. If you look closely, the tree grows from under the skeleton's body.

The skull's skull has a branch growing from its jaw, stretching out of the skull's mouth to the sky, and even small branches grow out of the eye sockets. The skeleton was wearing a black barrel carcass, which proved that the skeleton was a low-ranking samurai or simply ashigaru, but the crooked pocket on the skull proved that it was most likely a low-ranking samurai.

The bones are blackened, similar to the color of burnt black, and the passage of time has already caused the flesh on the bones to rot and shrink into an organic matter like an iron-colored film, which is wrapped around the bones, especially the skull. The skeleton was surprisingly intact, and it seemed that the trees and the vines that grew on the trees, as well as the shady weather and the damp moss—the fascia was not completely rotten, and the bones would not fall apart. It's just that almost 200 years have passed, and this bone is still intact, which is also a strange thing.

Sure enough, after the sky was dark, a ghost fire rose in the mountains. In the faint blue light, skeletons loomed. On the main battlefield of Hachimangahara, there is a strange figure. In the moonlight, a handsome young man with long hair and a gorgeous robe, holding a suspended blue-white ball of light in his hand, was walking with strange steps under the moon, and his mouth was chanting.

With strange movements and inaudible chantings, the man's long hair fluttered as if it had come to life, and at his feet appeared a huge blood-red circle, with all sorts of Sanskrit and completely incomprehensible patterns, and with a sudden shout: "So-and-so! Amakusa Shiro Tokisada! In my name! Above his head, an equally swirling blood-colored circle appeared, and then countless phosphorus fires flew out from all over the place, flying directly into the bead that Amakusa was holding, and with the vengeful ghost's sharp laughter, he stepped into his blood-colored aura and disappeared without a trace.

It was only after all this was done that out of nowhere, a phosphorus fire that seemed to have a human face suddenly jumped out of nothingness. This great phosphorous fire flew around like a headless fly, several times into the trees—as if the thing were just a phantom. Eventually, the phosphorus fire slammed into the skeleton's skull.

This time, the phosphorus fire didn't come and go as casually as it did when it swooped into a tree, but just vanished. "Click" was the sound of a tree branch breaking, the wind in the sky was blowing cirrus clouds, and a full moon shone down, but it couldn't reach the trunk of the twisted tree in the recess.

The skeleton's jaws snapped together, biting off the branch that came out of its mouth. Then the skeleton's hand lifted up from the moss, tearing several thumb-sized vines along the way, and the skeleton's claws pinched the branch sticking out of the eye socket, tearing it out directly.

"This ..... What's going on? "The cervical vertebrae, which have long since lost their throat and vocal cords, make strange noises here. This is the Chinese with a full and round character, and then it was changed to Japanese, and in the end, it was actually Chinese and Japanese at the same time. The skeletal skeleton placed the palm of the bone in front of his eyes, flipping back and forth as if he could still see. Unlike those Western monsters with skeleton soldiers or something, this skeleton's eye sockets were still empty at all, and there was no fire.

"I ...... Already dead? Or is it me..... New body? I can't remember, I can't remember......" Every sentence is two-channel, so weird. The skeleton began to struggle, but found itself unable to move, as a thick branch grew through his pelvis and stamped his body. The skeleton squirmed, and his right hand touched something protruding.

With a tooth-aching sound, the Bone Samurai pulled out a long knife from his crotch, it was a sword, but it was rusted to the point that it looked like an iron bar. The skeleton looked at the knife in his hand, shook the skull, and slashed at the trunk of the tree around his waist with his backhand. "The movements were unexpectedly smooth, and I ...... I seem to be very accustomed to slashing things with a knife. ”

Sure enough, the knife broke, and the trunk was fine. The skeleton let out a sigh and gripped the trunk of its abdomen with both hands, trying to twist it with force. "I'm hungry...... I'm hungry! The skeleton groaned, "I want to eat!" I want to eat! The trunk withered and rotted at a rapid pace—and the place where it began was where the skeleton's claws gritted.

The trees cracked, and the green leaves of the tall canopy, white in the moonlight, fell to the ground—by the time they fell to the ground, they were as dry as dead leaves in the depths of winter. The whole tree is also collapsing rapidly, and it has died......