"Boom ——!"

The roar of the explosion suddenly spread throughout the street, and the heat and impact generated immediately kicked off a large area of ruins and stone dust and fog!

The three of Tanjuro, who were closest to him, were blown straight in the face by the air waves.

Laugh at!

Tanjuro stuck his knife into the ground, barely steady.

He looked up at the other end of the street.

A black blurred figure was crouching on the roof of the building.

It seems that they don't need to look for it.

This guy can't help but pop out on his own.

"Mr. Purgatory!!" Ganluji Miri covered her mouth and nose, she looked at Xingjulang, the closest to the bookstore, and shouted.

Many pedestrians who were walking on the road were swept away by the sudden shock wave or buried under the rubble.

For a time, there were heavy casualties.

"It's all right! Mr. Purgatory! Ganlu Temple Mili shouted, and she was about to run towards Xing Shoulang, who was slowly getting up: "I'm here to help!" ”

"Wait a minute! Stay back! ”

Purgatory Xingjuro stood up, he wiped the blood on his forehead, hurriedly turned around, and stretched out his hand to stop the honey glass of Ganlu Temple:

"Danger!"

"Huh?" Ganlu Temple Miri was stunned for a moment, she looked at Xing Shoulang's outstretched hand, but her starting leg was already a little unable to stop the car.

Syllable!

Tanjuro reached out and grabbed Miri's arm violently, pulling her back.

The next moment.

Whoosh –

A spiral copper bullet burst out of the muzzle.

The surrounding firelight shone on the whirling bullets, causing the bright copper shells to reflect the stunned expression of the Ganlu Temple in midair.

Bang!

The bullet grazed the ends of the honey glass of Ganlu Temple, carrying hot wind.

Hit a stone, and immediately left a crater.

“？！” Honey Li's face turned pale suddenly, and she turned her head to look at the stone that had been punched by a bullet, and her expression was blank.

On the roof across the street.

"Whew-hoo-hoo..."

"Look who I found..."

The wolf was lying on the roof, with a rudimentary sniper rifle in his hand, and an unknown voice came from his mouth due to excitement:

"Calm down, calm down."

"I've been waiting so long for this day..."

He pulled the bolt hand, and his hand trembled slightly, and he unloaded the bullet.

When!

The copper-colored shells fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Click.

The wolf loaded the second bullet and leaned his face against the gun, his expression becoming extremely hideous with excitement:

"Today... That is the day when I will achieve my revenge! ”

His eyes reflected the appearance of Purgatory Kyojuro getting up and turning back, and his finger was on the trigger:

"Die! Purgatory Maki... Not! Ahem, ahem!! ”

Halfway through a low gritted tooth shout, the whites of his eyes suddenly turned upwards and his whole body twitched.

？！

Then, as if the whole ghost had changed his brain, his expression became nervous and flustered, his eyes flickered, and his eyes looked away from Purgatory Kyojuro.

stared at the back of Tanjuro Kamado on the side.

Pupils constricted, eye sockets trembled, and breathing became rapid.

Got it...!

……

……

Infinity City.

Warm-toned lights illuminate the building at a distance.

“！！”

Smack.

Dressed in a white shirt, he turned into a child, and was sitting on a wooden chair with his head down.

The book in one hand fell to the ground unconsciously.

"You damn thing...!!"

He reached out and covered one of his scarlet pupils, his tone trembling with hatred and rage.

The injured arm still can't heal, and now it's barely able to stick the sections together!

Just now, he found that guy's figure in the vision sharing of the second string!

Although it's just the back, Wu Miao is still recognizable at a glance!

It's definitely him!

Since the last time we met, Wu Miao hasn't been out of Infinite City for two days!

Tonight is the third day!

Creak...

The green tendons clinged to the back of his hand like an earthworm, and he breathed deeply, and he forcibly controlled his brain for a moment.

After the last time, he also went through a period of deliberation.

Wu Miao finally thinks that the ghost guy can't be measured by the standards of ordinary humans.

Since there are immortal creatures like themselves, there is a second one... It also makes sense.

Merely.

The last time we met, I was very little injured.

Wu Miao slowly raised his head, a trace of haze flashed under his eyes, and there was a slight pain in all parts of his body.

His scarlet eyes slowly closed like flowers on the other side.

In the bottom of my heart, I connected with the one closest to the bloodline.

……

……

The moon hangs high in the middle of the sky.

Far away from Tokyo.

Just now.

Mountaintop.

Stove door house.

The heavy-looking wooden huts are now empty, and the charcoal cellars are full of snow drifting in—even though spring is approaching.

Swish!

The back of a tall and straight man wearing a serpentine feather weave appeared at the door of the stove's house.

He carried an old, flesh-and-blood katana around his waist.

Clogs step on the snow.

"Is this the place..."

Black Death Mou opened the six golden eyes that covered his face, and the blood-red sclera seemed to be able to directly see the muscles, which was terrifying:

"No Misery... The place where I saw Yuanyi..."

He looked around, his tone steady, and saw that there was no human breath.

He's never been here.

Black Death Mou chose to hold his left hand against the blade, smoothing his breathing, unconsciously, hiding his breath with the transparent world.

Although he never believed it in his heart, for some reason, he had a faint uneasiness in his heart at the moment.

I... In the agitated...

Here's why...

Black Death pondered in his heart.

Then, he stretched out his hand and pressed it against the wooden door, which had some vicissitudes.

Push the door in.

Creak...

The rotten wooden door made a difficult sound and slowly opened.

The room was pitch black, and there was no human breath either.

After seeing that there was no one at all, Black Death Mou slowly let go of the hand that was holding the knife, straightened his waist again, and his expression was unwavering.

"Nothing...", Black Death Mou muttered to himself in a low voice, as if he was faintly relieved.

Just as he was about to leave.

Smack.

It seems that something was noticed.

Black Death's head looked into the room, at the location of a wall.

Swish!

He drew his knife in a flash, and casually scratched a square shape across the wall that had been boarded.

Syllable!

The cut wood block, as well as a square stone, suddenly fell off and fell to the floor.

The thickness of the stone is noticeably less than that of the wall - a hidden compartment in the wall.

Black Death grabbed the hilt of his knife and plunged the blade into the wall, the dark grid he had broken.

Laugh at!

After noticing that there was a very thin object hanging from the blade, Black Death Mou frowned slightly, and then slowly withdrew the blade.

After he saw the object hanging from the blade.

“！！！”

Black Death Mou lowered his head, he looked at the thing in his hand, his six pupils shrank suddenly, and he only felt a huge shock in his brain!

He froze in place, roaring in his head, clenching his teeth, not knowing how to react for a moment.

Taken out of the dark grid.

is in the hands of the Black Dead,

It's a tattered, very old dark red child's sleeve.

This garment is very familiar to Black Death.

This is.

The clothes worn by Ji Guoyuan when he was a child.