The night sky after the snow is incredibly clean.

It was as if you could see the depths of the night sky at a glance, and the stars were twinkling.

The moon hung alone in the sky, emitting a faint light in all directions.

Stove door house.

Outside the wooden house.

"Ahem! Ahem, ahem!! ”

A violent cough was heard.

Tanjuro Kamado sat in the snow in front of the door, covering his mouth and coughing uncontrollably.

Once you've calmed down your breathing, slowly release the hand covering your mouth.

Smack... Smack...

Crimson blood flowed between his fingers, staining the snow beneath him.

- Sitting in the snow for a long time, his weak body can hardly hold on.

"Haha..."

Tanjuro Kamado stared at his blood-stained hands, took a few deep breaths, and then looked up and smiled in relief.

Standing up and looking around, there was not a sound in the depths of the dark forest.

His family had been safely evacuated, and he was now the only one left here.

Already, there are no worries.

Tanjuro, who is usually in the world, always remains calm and indifferent and thoughtful.

In the past, he mastered the transparent world, and he saw through all the laws of the world, which was a kind of indifference to return to the basics.

The same is true now.

It's just that in the world of wolves, after living for more than thirty years, Tanjuro may be a little more "transparent".

After the "transparency" was too much, to be honest, Tanjuro felt a little tired.

Click......

Tanjuro slapped the snow on his body, smiled, and slowly took out the burnt red glowing wedge pill from the gradually extinguishing charcoal cellar.

The glow of the red-burning blade even slightly illuminated the snow beside Tanjuro, turning the snow red.

Looking down at the red and shiny blade, Tanjuro Kamado nodded in satisfaction.

Subsequently.

Click!

He casually inserted the red-hot blade back into the scabbard.

- Don't worry, compared to the attacks you have received in the world of wolves.

- Withstanding a little heat is nothing to the wedge and the scabbard.

He's died so many times, and the wedge pill has never been broken.

"Whew......" After taking a deep breath.

Tanjuro Kamado looked back at the direction down the mountain, and he knew it very well in his heart.

He stayed this time, and his results were nothing more than two.

One, he lived.

Two, he died.

He was more inclined to the second possibility, and in fact he himself thought so.

As long as Onimai Tsuji is miserable, he can see through his thoughts a little.

In just a few seconds, you may have been crushed.

In that case, Wu Miao will not find his family for revenge or anything like that - after all, they have been separated.

“… I was supposed to be a damn person. ”

Tanjuro Kamado turned around and faced his room, his eyes carefully examining the appearance of the house inch by inch.

It's like I want to imprint this house in my mind.

He muttered to himself.

"I wish I could die worthwhile." Tanjuro shrugged his shoulders, his dark red eyes unwavering.

- Don't come back to life again.

Click.

Tanjuro Kamado pushed open the door of his house, and when he crossed the threshold, he said silently in his heart:

Sorry, Aoi-eda.

Just let me be selfish this time.

After making a psychological hint of a desperate fight, Tanjuro Kamado will be desperate to intercept Wu Miao.

At the same time, by asking Aoi Zhi to bring a message to the scales, maybe someone can arrive after dawn to investigate the traces.

As for yourself, it's as much as possible to leave some valuable clues.

He will face his death calmly.

The warning that kept flickering in his heart turned into a bright red word "danger" above his head.

Creak... Creak......

Tanjuro Kamado came back to his senses and slowly walked into the dark room.

With his back to the door, he slammed the wooden door with his backhand.

In the moment before the door closed completely.

The word "danger" flashed at the top of Tanjuro Kamado's head at great speed—suddenly stopped flashing.

It's a fixed presence there.

Tanjuro, whose face was hidden in the dark, was expressionless.

Shadows hung over his eyes.

- I'll put my life on the line to kill you.

- Onimai Tsuji is not miserable.

Syllable!

The wooden door was completely closed.

The world outside the door was silent.

This dark night, everything is silent.

……

……

Meanwhile.

Yamashita.

"Hum Hum Hum ~"

Wearing a black suit and slim white pants, Onimai Tsuji is humming with a happy expression, and her sickly white skin is particularly harmonious with the snowy environment.

The plum-red pupils deepened in the shadow of the top hat, and her eyes kept sweeping the footprints on the ground:

“… Mankind? ”

His eyes followed the footprints, all the way to—

- At the foot of the mountain, a hut with lights out.

A series of footprints that were about to go up the mountain, but suddenly turned a corner and went straight into the house.

The bloodshot pupils stared at the room for a moment, then looked away and continued towards the top of the mountain.

Boring.

There were only two people in the house.

A rotten old man who smells hard to swallow is enough to make Wu Miao pinch his nose and leave.

The smell of decay reminds him of death...

Death.

The pupils of Wu Miao, who had just taken a step, shrank slightly, and the green tendons on his forehead slowly burst out, and finally covered his face with hideousness.

- Something disgusting.

However, the self that is about to become a perfect creature will never die.

Wu Miao firmly believed.

The experiment he came here was also to see if it was possible to find an evolutionary route to be immune to sunlight from other newly born ghosts.

If so, eat the ghost directly.

Until then.

You can walk in the sun openly!

No longer have to hide XZ, live in the dark with pain and twist, and watch the fragile and weaker creatures walk freely.

Freely!

Until then!

Even that abomination.

Already rotten guys!

Turn into bones! Getting up from the coffin, there is nothing to be afraid of!

That guy!

In his mind, the appearance of the Red Sword Swordsman looking down on him condescendingly came to him hundreds of years ago.

That kind of embarrassed appearance is the only time in his thousand years!

When I think of that guy's appearance and tone, I can't stop hating it.

Anger to the extreme instantly gushed out of his chest, and he stood in place, his pupils erected, trembling slightly and rapidly.

The sickly white skin became red, and the green tendons erupted densely on the neck.

Continue! Country! Margin! One!

Wu Miao stood in the snow, his body trembling with rage.

I wish I could see you after that!

No bitter hatred thoughts.

When he overcame the sun, Enichi didn't do him much harm.

can only be tortured to death by him painfully!

Torture him over and over again!

Come to think of this.

Then I thought that it was not myself who was about to die, but the poor guy who exuded the smell of decay.

Wu Wu's mood suddenly became happy again.

The red pupils looked back at the top of the mountain.

His eyes skimmed slightly behind him, in the direction of the room.

"Poor fellow." He muttered to himself in a low voice, and gradually left the confines of the foot of the mountain.