On a cold and rainy night, the temperature of the Corpse Soul Realm also dropped a lot.

This somewhat cold environment also inexplicably made Dongma's heart feel a mess. He couldn't tell why he felt that way.

Time passed slowly, and the winter horse was racing against time to reach the residence of the "mastermind".

Rescue the mother and son.

What kind of operation this is, Fuyuma doesn't know.

That is neither a responsibility nor an obligation.

But seeing that Hojo was originally full of despair, he was relieved to die without hesitation. Fuyuma actually answered this commission of unknown nature.

Perhaps, out of sympathy.

Fuyuma didn't like the open and secret battles between the nobles, and he didn't like them to involve innocents because of this, so he could only say to himself, don't have too many innocent sacrifices.

He is no longer the numb child who wanders on Soul Street and dares to kill people for a bite of food.

There are many people around him who have taught him what it means to be warm.

Soon, the winter horse arrived at the destination of the trip.

This is also a large mansion in the noble street, although the scale cannot be compared with the Kuchiki family, it can also be seen that the owner of the mansion also has a lot of status.

Although the guards are strong, they can't stop a captain-level figure like Fuyuma.

He easily sneaked in.

First of all, it is necessary to determine the safety of the mother and son, find the place where they are being held, and then return to the Hojo house and take out all the evidence, and then what kind of punishment the mastermind will receive is a matter for the Kuchigi family.

Fuyuma searched for a long time, and finally found a suspicious room in the backyard, which was dimly lit and had no light in the room, unlike the other rooms. But even so, there were still four people guarding the door of the room.

There is a high probability that this is the place where Hojo's wife and children are held.

Before the four guards could react, they swept out of the shadows, knocking them all out with just a few swings of their swords.

On this rainy night, not even a sound could be heard.

Then the winter horse walked over, first pressed against the door, and listened carefully to the movement inside, but it was quiet, and there was not a sound at all.

A strong sense of unease welled up in his heart, and Fuyuma hurriedly pushed the door open.

The size of the room is not large, and Fuyuma can see all the decorations inside just by standing in the doorway. Although there was no light, with Fuyuma's eyesight, he could still see the inside of the room.

A bolt of lightning rang out with a thunderous roar. Under the electric light, the scene became clearer.

Winter horse's breathing began to become rapid.

Why......

Hojo's wife and children are indeed inside, but they have long since lost their lives......

It's not that Fuyuma hasn't seen death, but he's seen a lot, but it's out of battle, it's out of life-and-death fighting, and he won't burden himself with death for a long time.

However, this tragic scene in front of him really made his scalp tingle, even trembling, angry, and disgusting.

An ordinary woman, and an ordinary boy, were brutally tortured and killed by that group of inhuman fellows in a physically unacceptable way......

He felt a wave of disgust and disgust from the depths of his soul.

He didn't come too late, but he still didn't catch up, which shows that the main messenger didn't want to keep them alive for a long time, and even if Hojo succeeded in completing the assassination, he would have wiped out their family by cutting the grass and destroying the roots.

For the first time in his life, Fuyuma was occupied by anger.

At this moment, Fuyuma's body suddenly lost its balance, and his whole body fell to the ground. A pain deep in the soul suddenly struck, and in just an instant, it was entrenched in the brain and heart of the winter horse!

Winter Horse gritted his teeth and didn't scream, but the pain lingered, and it hurt him to the point that he kept writhing in pain on the ground!

What a pain that is! Winter Horse can't even think.

Just when he almost couldn't stand it anymore and shouted.

He felt himself being lifted up.

Then, a somewhat soft body pressed against his back.

"Winter Horse ......"

That is, the voice of the mandala calling to him......

The pain suddenly disappeared, and Fuyuma only felt that he was exhausted by this time.

"Mandala...... I feel like I'm not feeling good. ”

Fuyuma said weakly.

The voice of the girl behind sounded, but it revealed an aura of mystery.

"Winter horse, with me, you won't have an accident."

The girl's arms were wrapped around Fuyuma's neck and she pressed herself tightly to Fuyuma's body.

"Don't worry about me...... It's okay now......"

Fuyuma put his hand comfortingly on the mandala's locked hands.

"Winter horse, don't be forced any longer, I'll help you liberate ......"

Mandala's voice grew weaker and weaker, and after saying these unexplained words, her form slowly disappeared and returned to her inner world.

Fuyuma was puzzled, but time didn't allow him to be in a daze.

The mandala had just recovered a lot of spiritual power for himself, and the feeling of weakness he had just felt was gradually dissipating.

Fuyuma got up and walked into the house, where there was still a futon, Fuyuma took one, carefully collected the mutilated bodies of Hojo's wife and children in the quilt, and then he carried the quilt and left the mansion for a while......

The rain is still falling.

Hojo's body was not found either, and when Fuyuma returned to the woods, Hojo was still the same as before, unchanged.

He placed the rolled quilt on the ground. Fuyuma drew his slashing sword, then swung it hard at the ground.

With a loud bang, a deep pit appeared in the middle of the forest.

Burying the family together was the only thing Winter Horse could do for them right now.

During this time, Fuyuma didn't say a word, he didn't even stop thinking, and there was only one thought left in his head.

He wanted to vent......

He thought...... Slaughter!

Silently dealing with this, the winter horse once again rushed in the rainy night. This time, the destination is still the same mansion, but ...... The goals are no longer the same.

……

Unlike the icy rainy night outside, Kotamama, the dean of the Mao Spiritual Academy, was holding a very lively banquet, and he invited many important people among the nobles, and he felt an indescribable sense of pride in his heart as he watched the scene of singing and dancing in front of him.

He has really improved the status of the family a lot.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh happily, and he felt that everything he did was worth it.

It's just that after a retainer whispered a few words in his ear, his happy expression immediately disappeared.

Confessing to the nobles, he took the retainer to his study.

"You mean their bodies were found and taken away?"

Kodamama's expression was cold and a little terrifying.