In a dark room.

Black Death Mou was holding his hands trembling slightly, the child-sized dark red sleeves, and the dark red of his shabby clothes was reflected in his six golden pupils.

The original jujube red color of the small sleeves has faded by half, and now it can only be barely recognized.

The six pupils quickly glanced at and observed, and the heart that had been silent for more than three hundred years fluctuated again.

Jiguo... Fate one...

"How is that possible..."

His fingers ran over clothes that seemed to fall apart so easily.

After observing the blurred family crest of the country during the Warring States period.

Black Death Mou was completely convinced that this was the clothes of his younger brother, Jiguo Yuanyi.

Black Death stood silently in the room, his head down, his six scarlet eyes staring straight at Xiao Sleeve.

The feeling of suffocation suddenly surged from the heart to the top of the skull.

Even breathing stopped.

Like a dead thing.

Long.

Black Death's hoarse voice whispered to himself before it slowly sounded more and more trembling:

"What if... You're now... still alive..."

"That..."

Black Death Mou slowly raised his head, he only felt the intense anxiety and frustration in his heart, as if he was about to rub his internal organs into mud.

The eyes of the six red sclera with golden pupils were exaggerated to the maximum, and the tone of his self-talk became extremely hateful:

"I..."

"What it means to be a ghost... What is ......?"

Creak...

The hands holding the small sleeves gradually burst into green muscles, and the black death Mou looked straight ahead of him, and his tense hands trembled uncontrollably with anger and jealousy.

With a crisp sound of tearing clothes.

Ulla——!

The dark red shabby sleeves have completely turned into powder.

In the dark room, slowly drifting away.

The green tendons clinged to the face, and the fangs belonging to the ghost slowly became hideous.

He only felt that he had polished his breath to the highest level, in the three hundred years since he witnessed the death of Yuan Yi.

The first time so heavy.

……

Just as Black Death Mou stood silently, his long-lonely heart constantly thinking wildly.

Rustling...

“… Black Death... Where are you now......"

Rustling......

A husky voice sounded like black noise flickering through his head.

It's not miserable.

Black Death Mou raised his head, he didn't answer, just waited in silence for the next sentence.

“… Go... Tokyo ......"

“… The ghost of the last quarter moon... There..."

Black Death Mu listened to Wu Miao's hoarse and vague voice in his heart, and he felt quite irritated about Wu Miao for a moment due to his mood swings.

"Discovery... Following the first fate of the country..."

After hearing this sentence clearly.

…… What?

Black Death Mou stood in place, he was stunned for a moment, and an unknown emotion quickly surged into his heart.

Then, his eyes shivered unnaturally.

Click.

The trembling hand clutched the hilt of the knife at his waist tightly, and the black death mou held back his emotions, and he turned around forcefully to face the door.

Creak...

Bang!

With a loud noise coming from the doorway.

The purple-black figure turned into an afterimage and instantly rushed out in the direction of the mountain.

Whoop——!!

The trees along the way were all torn apart by the strong implementation force, and they were in shambles.

……

……

Tokyo.

Unlike the pitch-black summit, the environment here is quite bright.

It's just that the street lamps on the ground or the shops next to the street seem to have been ploughed over, and they are all in shambles.

The wolf smoke from the explosion spread in the dark night sky along with the firelight.

The other end of the street.

Rooftop rooftop.

Pewolf's eyes rolled white, and he twitched for a while before he reacted, and his hand, which had twisted to the point of deformity due to the convulsions, instantly returned to its original state.

"Ho cough... Hah..."

- Just now? Is that the adult's voice?

Said... What?

Suddenly, the wolf came back to his senses, and it dawned on him.

- No, it's all about my!

That's not what matters now!

Pei Wolf was slightly flustered for a while, he didn't care about this, the gun was thrown on the ground casually, and his eyes looked towards the place where Purgatory Xingjurou was standing just now.

Because he had shot himself in the brain with a pistol many times before, Pei Wolf's memory and thoughts had long been a little blurry.

At this moment, the only will in his mind was to take revenge on that ghost hunter!

But when he looked downstairs, the street.

Of the three ghost hunters standing there, two have disappeared!

All that's left is a pink-haired guy standing there!

！？

Gone!

The wolf stood up, his scarlet pupils scanning around quickly.

The next moment.

In the field of vision, a red blade stabbed from below!

"Hiss——!!"

【Breath of Fire: One Type】

Swish!

The tip of the knife wrapped in dazzling flames slashed in front of him in an instant!

[Shiranui]!

Poof!

The blade that slashed over in an instant slashed hard at the arms of the wolf who reacted quickly and stood up to block!

The sound of the blade entering the flesh was heard, and blood splattered on the face of the wolf with a hideous smile, and his scarlet eyes widened as he stared at Kyojurou who rushed from the street to the top of the building.

Well?

Pei Wolf narrowed his eyes slightly, he looked at Xing Shou Lang, who instantly stabbed in front of him, and there was a trace of doubt on his face.

Then, he cut off his arms and quickly backed away.

Smack.

The blazing flames streaked across the pitch-black rooftop, and Kyojurou of Purgatory stepped on the edge of the rooftop, and he stood firmly.

Standing up straight, Kyojurou quickly stood the knife in front of him.

"Whew......" The white steam at the corner of his mouth slowly drifted away.

Purgatory Kyojuro was staring at the number in the wolf's eyes, and the blood on his forehead had been temporarily stopped by breathing.

Next two.

There are numbers in the eyes, it is one of the twelve ghost months!

Xing Shoulang's thick black sword eyebrows stood slightly, and he became vigilant.

Poof!

The wolf jumped a few steps back, and the place where the severed arms were broken burst into green tendons, and the muscles tensed and twitched, and a pair of arms quickly grew back.

He seemed to feel that this flame-haired person was a little different from what he remembered.

Well, whatever.

He was smiling hideously, pulling the white gloves that grew out of his hands, his dark military coat fluttering in the wind, and he stretched out his hand to Xing Shoulang:

“… I have never forgotten the humiliation you have given me! ”

"It took me an unknown number of years! I'm getting stronger! ”

His expression became crazy, and the hideous wolf tooth lines on his face were slightly distorted:

"Now! I'm already the Twelve Ghost Moons! ”

Click!

Pei Wolf took out a pistol from his military coat, pointed it at Kyojuro, and laughed arrogantly:

"Purgatory Maki Juro! It's today...! ”

"The day of my revenge!"

"Enlightenment!! Lian..."

Pei Wolf was not halfway through his words.

Trample!

A dark red feathered figure quietly appeared behind the wolf.

The pitch-black Nichiren knife stretched out from behind the wolf.

The tip of the knife subconsciously aimed at the position of the heart, but hesitated for a moment.

Click!

A smooth blade! Adjust the direction and slash hard at the neck of the wolf!

Poof!

The sound of a blade entering the flesh suddenly came from the neck!

“！！” Pewolf stopped speaking abruptly, his pupils shrank, and he stared at the Nichiren knife whose blade had touched his neck!

Behind?!

When?!

However, as the second wolf, the survival instinct is also more similar to that adult.

The mind did not react, but the body had already made a means of automatic:

[Blood Demon Magic: Shadow Wolf]!

Snapping......

Suddenly, the neck that had been slashed by the blade turned into a shadow! In the dark shadows, narrow eyes are opened!

The blade slashed into it, but it slowly sank as if it had fallen into a swamp!

Tanjuro Kamado was holding the hilt of his sword, standing behind the wolf.

There was some surprise on his face.