Han Baiyi's pair of spiritual eyes swept quickly, but he still couldn't find anything suspicious.

It's just that outside of Mrs. Butterfly's body, there is a layer of unknown substance that glows in a hazy way.

Is it an idea?

Or something else?

Han Baiyi's mind was racing to judge, his pupils were spinning at high speed like wheels, constantly looking for the body of Madame Butterfly that might exist outside the puppet.

"Wolf, who taught you to look around when you fight with others?"

A cold wind suddenly blew in his ears, and without even a second of time to allow his brain to think, Han Baiyi almost instinctively threw himself forward and rolled upside down.

Jingle bell.

A series of iron needles grazed his back and nailed it to the ground, and the ground cracked like broken glass, showing the power of it.

Looking at the white substance beside Mrs. Butterfly, Han Baiyi squinted.

'Illusion? ’

'Or a puppet?' ’

'Where's the body?' ’

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, Han Baiyi grabbed a Ming seed and crushed it fiercely.

A violent popping sound suddenly sounded in my ears.

Han Baiyi's head shook, he stood firm in a loud voice, and when he looked up again, he saw that Mrs. Butterfly had lost that thin membrane.

What caught her eye was the black flame burning inside her.

Really...... The membrane that wrapped around her was an illusion.

With the help of Naruto's explosion to break the illusion and calm down, Han Baiyi locked on Mrs. Butterfly's movements.

The two long needles were placed in the palm of her hand, the tip of Mrs. Butterfly's needle pointed directly, the thrusting speed was extremely fast, and her body shook in front of Han Baiyi's eyes like a ghost, like the pace of drifting on the ice surface, which gave her a steady advantage in speed, even if her strength was inferior to Han Baiyi, but she was still not a simple opponent.

Han Baiyi was unhurried, and the spiritual power injected into his spiritual eyes became more and more intense.

I can see it.

You can see it all.

The attack angle, technique, pace, evasion stance, and next attack point can all be predicted.

The hundreds of life-and-death battles with Crumbs Ichiro and the siege and killing of the Red Reserve Army have thoroughly tempered Han Baiyi's fighting vision.

Even in the face of an extraordinary master like Mrs. Butterfly, his knife speed is still stable, in the face of continuous long needle attacks, his knife skills are like flowing water, without the slightest pause, the piercing metal friction sound when the needle tip and the blade collide, people can clearly feel the chill before death, but the two of them are in the extreme speed by the sword life and death.

This is an outlaw-only game.

Of course, Han Baiyi can't die.

Dangdangdang.

Continuously swinging the knife to block the long needle, Han Baiyi lifted the knife and retreated to open the distance.

The blade is facing upwards, the spine is parallel to the eyes, the right hand holds the knife, the left hand points obliquely at the blade, and the foot is in a lunge.

The thigh muscles vibrate like a heart, the blood vessels dilate and contract, a large amount of blood is accelerated, and the toes are tightly clasped to the ground.

Take a deep breath.

The chest bulged high.

Madame Die's face was calm, and long needles fell from between her fingers, and countless afterimages seemed to be surrounded around her body, turning from one to ten in an instant, surrounding Han Baiyi in the middle.

Han Baiyi didn't hesitate at all, and his pupils were covered with pale white light.

Those with spiritual eyes break through the void and seek the truth.

'Bang-'

The floor crumbled beneath his feet, the ground was shattered and rubble, the dust was rushing like waves, and even the flames were driven by the fierce wind, constantly swaying.

The figure disappeared in place in an instant.

Wedge Pill pointed straight ahead, the tip of the knife pierced the obstruction of the air, making a violent and piercing sound in his ears, his legs seemed to have only taken one step, and it seemed that he had never moved, the soles of his feet could barely feel the friction with the ground, and the huge power brought by the spirit machine seemed to be equipped with a pair of rocket thrusters behind Han Baiyi, which could be called a terrifying thrust that made him difficult to contain at high speed.

The surrounding scenery and the light of the fire seemed to be connected into a line, and the whole person seemed to be floating at a low altitude as if it were flying.

Only where the tip of the sword points is the direction he is going.

【Flying Ape Move】

【Qui Ninja Spike】

Mrs. Die's pupils constricted, the long needle in her hand was raised, and the surrounding afterimages raised the long needle at the same time.

Han Baiyi did not stagnate at all, and moved forward.

Boom –

The tip of the sword pierced through the pale white film that encased it, revealing an almost monstrous firelight, and the explosion of the wedge pill in the half-bubbled air was almost deafening.

The tips of the needles also walked in the same direction, and countless long needles were like thousands of arrows in unison, and in the blink of an eye, the needles fell like rain, covering almost the entire horizon.

An unpredictable smile suddenly appeared on Madame Butterfly's face.

Fingertips are slightly deflected.

Snort -

The two figures slammed into each other, and the bamboo clogs under their feet made a very piercing grinding sound on the ground, and then scattered again.

Han Baiyi kept his lunge and barely stopped.

A pair of bamboo clogs under his feet have long since turned into fly ash and debris, and there is no trace.

The sharp blade of the wedge pill pierced the old man's chest, and Madame Butterfly's shriveled body hung on the blade with difficulty like a pendant, only a small amount of dried blood slid down the wound, and Madame Butterfly's face turned black.

Look behind you,

Crimson all over the ground, a fatal blow.

Bells.

The long needle in Mrs. Butterfly's hand fell to the ground, and blood splattered from the wound, but it quickly turned into purple-black crystals, solidifying around the wound, like a black flame.

A very small crack opened on the side of Han Baiyi's face, and blood dripped from the wound.

Madame Butterfly raised her eyelids to look at him, a smile on her face.

Han Baiyi frowned.

Looking at Mrs. Butterfly's body, as well as the purple-black blood that bloomed like flames, it didn't seem to match the plot of the game.

No, there's something wrong.

Shouldn't Mrs. Butterfly's first appearance be a puppet representing her first life in the game?

Isn't it speculated on the Internet that Mrs. Butterfly has drunk the water of change?

How can it be so fragile?

Han Baiyi looked at Madame Die's weak posture and frowned.

It's a different scene from the game, what affected the plot, and why did it become like this?

This kind of thing that is not within his knowledge and control makes Han Baiyi inexplicably a little irritable.

"This knife is very beautiful......"

Madame Butterfly suddenly spoke, and blood flowed out of her mouth, but she seemed to feel nothing, and her white teeth were stained red with blood.

With a smile on his face.

Han Baiyi's face froze.

Madame Butterfly's withered hands trembled and raised,

Han Baiyi stared at her vigilantly.

I saw her stretch out her hand with difficulty, trembling and taking something out of her heart.

Poof—

There was blood on the fingertips, and a gap was dug in the heart.

Mrs. Die's face was as clean as a child, but her body trembled unconsciously.

Probably because of the pain?

Weakness in the hands and inability to lift up.

Somehow, it may be an instinctive reaction of the body, Han Baiyi suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the palm that Mrs. Butterfly had fallen.

Holding the old and shriveled hand, Madame Butterfly's hands were as dry as chicken feet, her folded skin was marked with age spots, but her nails were clean, as if her life force had burned out, but it was still clean.

Open your hand, and in the palm of your hand is a pure pale pink crystal.

A system prompt is displayed in front of you.

【Sakura Dew】

[Legend has it that when you make an immortal contract, you will be left behind as an exchange for pale pink crystals]

[Has the effect of increasing the power of resurrection by once]

'Sakura? ’

'Make an immortal pact?' ’

When Han Baiyi saw this crystal, he immediately stretched out his hand to hold it, and at first he didn't realize what special thing was about the task to be used in this follow-up main quest.

Watching Madame Butterfly's hand slide down, he seemed to feel the long-heavy pain and relief in her trembling palm.

"I'm sorry, wolf."

"You can only make a contract with one person at the same time."

"That's why......"

Mrs. Die stretched out her finger, as if she wanted to touch Han Baiyi's face, but she couldn't do it, so she could only look at him helplessly with a smile.

The moment he heard this, Han Baiyi only felt his brain explode.

Kidnapping the Miko, defeating the Owl, seriously injuring Inosuke's mother and son, leaving traces of his own injuries, the black flames burning in his body, and ...... A dragon yin contractor who has come to an end and is about to incarnate as Shura.

The threads are connected.

But when he understood everything, he suddenly clenched his teeth, and he didn't have the sense of tax evasion when digging into the plot.

“...... Butterfly. ”

Yuzi, dressed in white, walked out at some point, stood beside the two of them, and looked at Mrs. Butterfly in a daze.

"Ahem......"

"Ability...... It's big......"

"Wolf Yo ......"

Mrs. Die didn't look back, her eyes were smiling, she squinted crookedly, and said to Han Baiyi:

"You have to protect Miko, wolf."

The voice was as sharp and hoarse as ever.

Although it doesn't sound good,

But it was the last time I heard it.

Han Baiyi looked at the cherry dew in his hand, and then looked up at Mrs. Butterfly.

Is everything for him and Miko?

"That's ...... so"

Han Baiyi clenched his hands, and his heart was filled with some complicated emotions.

Although he didn't have the memory of a wolf, and he couldn't understand the heartache of a person who was also a teacher and mother dying under his own knife before his life burned out, Han Baiyi could also dimly understand the pity and relief in the old man's eyes.

As the words fell, Madame Butterfly's palm loosened weakly, and the blood that fell on the ground quickly coagulated and blackened, and Madame Butterfly's corpse also ended with the sound, as if it was burned by fire, turning into ashes in the air, and turning into dust in the air with the invisible wind.

Disappear.

【Kill Lady Butterfly】

[EXP +575]

[Level 4→5]

[Potential +1]

Only the pale pink cherry dew in the palm of his hand remains, proving that the old man once existed.

Standing aside, tears unconsciously flowed down Miko's eyes and crossed her cheeks.

Miko herself looked confused, touching the wetness on her cheeks, not understanding why her heart was so sad, as if a knife was twisting.

Obviously kidnapped his own people?

Miko, who had been erased by the illusion, thought to herself, but tears fell to the ground in a steady stream.

Han Baiyi looked at the cherry dew in his hand, and he also felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

In the Hirata Mansion, every step he walked along the way seemed to be a game that Madame Butterfly deliberately laid for herself, or for her disciple 'wolf'.

First, he killed his father-in-law 'Xiao' to make him angry, seriously injured Inosuke's mother and son and left him evidence of illusion and hurt people, and then left illusions for Miko, who appeared in the Buddhist hall without saying anything, and meeting was a death match, and the whole process did not leave him the slightest space to think.

The foreshadowing of all this is that this person, who is also a teacher and mother, used countless reasons, fierce battles between life and death, to force the wolf to kill himself with anger and responsibility who was about to incarnate as Shura.

No guilt or nostalgia.

If it weren't for the fact that I felt the problem from the player's point of view, if it was a wolf, even when the butterfly died, I wouldn't be able to experience the unique gentleness of Mrs. Butterfly, right?

Stunned as the ashes dispersed, Han Baiyi suddenly remembered a sentence he had written down in his notes.

'You're going to be a quiet adult. Don't be emotional, don't secretly miss, don't look back. to live another life of your own. ’

Madame Butterfly uses her unique gentleness to create all the conditions for the role of a wolf to live another peaceful life.

The only request is for him to see him off without knowing it.

Thinking of this, the pleasure of leveling up and defeating a strong enemy was instantly swallowed up by some indescribable melancholy and reluctance.

Ninja, why don't you have feelings?

Han Baiyi looked at the cherry dew in his palm, and suddenly held it tightly.

The white-clothed Miko stood aside, silent.

Boom –

The flames were still blazing, leaving no time for the two of them to grieve.

The wooden Buddha, which was more than ten meters high, collapsed to the ground with a loud bang under the scorching flames, and echoes echoed in the narrow underground space.

This loud bang brought about a series of chain reactions, and the speed of the collapse of the temple became faster and faster.

Han Baiyi shook his head, put away the cherry dew, and didn't think much about it, as soon as he grabbed the royal son beside him, he planned to run out.

Suddenly, the sound of wind sounded in my ears.

Poof—

Han Baiyi's eyes widened.

A huge knife with a length of one meter, six or seven inches, pierced through the chest, and the blade with blood pierced through the chest, which was more than a meter long, and the blade was covered with bright red blood.

The sudden sharp pain made Han Baiyi stunned at first, and then suddenly stimulated his nerves by this sharp pain, the root of his teeth was instantly clenched, his mandibular muscles were unable to control and tremble, and his body became weaker and weaker with the flow of blood.

Han Baiyi's first thought was to backstab the wolf in the game.

'But it shouldn't be ......'

'It shouldn't be! ’

In order to satisfy the law of filial piety of the father and son, he gave the owl a backstab as early as the door, and deliberately cut off his head by opening the door and threw it into the fire to burn it clean.

Who the hell is it?

Who is it?!

Resisting the severe pain, Han Baiyi turned back with difficulty.

On the back of his neck, Xiao's bearded face, which was as big as an ordinary person, was close to Han Baiyi's cheek, with a very kind smile on his face.

"Rest in peace, wolf."