The moonlight is fading.

The sky was white, though it was still very dark.

In the forest.

Tanjuro's eyes were a little dazed.

Every word that Yuro said was clear to Tanjuro, but when put it together, he couldn't understand what he was talking about.

Helpless, Tanjuro had no choice but to look at the purgatory Maki Jurou who was leaning against a tree and closing his eyes to rest.

- Maki Jurou came with Muichiro and the others, so he must know something.

Behold.

“… What are you talking about? ”

Purgatory Maki Juro's reaction and Tanjuro's one, he almost took a big step to the only Lang, and his expression was shocked:

"Trees?" Maki Juro stretched out his hand and pointed to the half-tengu who had just been chopped to ashes by Tanjuro:

"You say it's a tree?"

Shi Tou was stunned for a moment, he looked at Maki Shoulang who was full of dazed eyes, and nodded blankly:

"That's right." He seemed to be startled by Maki Shourou's sudden loudness, his brain shut down, and he subconsciously replied:

"I'm a woodcutter, and I make a living selling firewood."

Purgatory Maki Juro was stunned for a moment, and the surprise on his face became more and more intense.

As if he couldn't believe it, he gestured with his hand, hesitated in his tone, and confirmed again:

"Chop... That one... Tree? ”

Shi Tou nodded affirmatively again.

The tree was told to him by Mr. Jiguo.

But to be honest, except for the tree, the only lang didn't know what to call such a thing.

After being cut, it can still grow, and it looks like a pimple.

The only lang now thinks that the name tree is reasonable.

"No, no, no, no." Maki shook his head repeatedly.

"Something is wrong." Maki Shourou scratched his head suddenly, he frowned, touched his chin with his hand, and looked at Shi Tou father and son in disbelief.

- It's weird...

Woodcutter... How do you hold a knife?

For a while, countless questions came to my mind.

But.

"Bang bang bang!!"

Suddenly, there was a violent stomping sound from the direction behind Tanjuro!

Several people looked back in astonishment.

Soon.

In the distance, a few people were swept away by Tanjuro's sprint at the end of the road, and they saw a sturdy figure running wildly.

Dust kicks up behind it

"Nan no Amitabha!!"

Sorrowful Mingyu Xingming carried the chains in his hands, recited Buddhist scriptures, and ran towards this side non-stop.

The sudden disappearance of the hated Botian gave him a bad feeling.

In addition, he did not get a response after he reported the message loudly to Asahan Juro.

Only then did he rush to the ground.

After running in front of everyone, observing left and right, and slashing the Sun Wheel Meteor Hammer in his hand twice.

He tilted his head slightly and looked at Tanjuro:

"Mr. Kamato, the third of the first wind..."

Tanjuro smiled, slowly opened his mouth, and forgot to exhale the white vapor overflowing at the moment:

"It's dead."

Hearing this, Sorrowful Mingyu stopped the meteor hammer that was dangling in his hand and nodded:

“… That's right. ”

Although he still had doubts, he was no longer surprised.

The impression when they first met had already changed, and Grief Mingyu had discovered a lot of unimaginable qualities in Tanjuro.

For example – perception.

Beimingyu was born blind, but reciting Buddhist scriptures, perceiving the surroundings, and practicing a pair of transparent eyes for many years.

But just now, he failed to detect the traces of the Bantengu several times, but Tanjuro was able to find it as soon as possible and chased him closely.

- If tonight, it's just me and Maki Jurou.

- I'm afraid, only that pot can be left.

Grief Mingyu Xingming took out the Buddha beads, and with one hand, two lines of tears welled up from his eyes.

Right now.

Two winds were killed, which is good news.

This news will be exciting to bring back...

Click.

Staring at Shi Tou's father and son, Maki Shoulang, who had been staring at the purgatory for a long time, shook his head, he pursed his lips, looking like a vicissitudes of life:

"Maybe there are still ghosts left in the village, let's go."

Saying that, Maki Juro also deliberately glanced at Tanjuro.

Just as everyone nodded their heads and prepared to leave the neighborhood.

Wow –

A burst of red-white entangled light rose from the ashes of the half-heavenly dog.

Instead, he plunged headlong into Tanjuro's chest.

and a stack of white paper figures floating in mid-air.

Thereupon.

In the puzzled eyes of several people.

"I'll be here later."

Tanjuro suddenly paused, turned around, and reached out a few times to reach out to the air above the half-tengu.

- Strange uncle.

From the bottom of Arichiro's heart, he silently labeled Tanjuro with such a label.

……

Soon after the crowd left.

【Battle Memory: Half Tengu】

Tanjuro felt the power of regeneration in his body.

The vacant one resurrection is filled, and the resurrection power with an upper limit of two is completely filled.

And the resurrection brought by the half-day dog exceeded the upper limit and overflowed two.

This overflowing resurrection did not disappear directly.

Instead, like the memory of the battle, it turned into a substantial physical fitness, and a small amount of it was integrated into Tanjuro's body.

……

The edge of the forest.

While passing by the ashes of the jade pot, Tanjuro repeated the above operation.

The number of rebirths brought by the jade pot is less than that of the half-tengu.

There are ten paper figures superimposed on the two.

But right now.

Buzz –

Keeping vigilant, Tanjuro, who had been opening through the world, suddenly noticed a hidden sight.

He looked up and looked in the direction of the depths of the forest.

Deep in the forest.

In perception, a vague human figure was standing there, and some familiar human muscles that had been polished to the peak gradually emerged.

Until—Tanjuro saw the six eyeballs on the man's head.

Golden eyes are staring straight at this side!

After perceiving Tanjuro's gaze, those six eyes even glanced at Tanjuro.

！！

Tanjuro's newly relaxed heart instantly tightened, and he suddenly grabbed the wedge pill that had cooled and sheathed on his waist, and looked cautiously ahead.

- It's Black Death!

He gripped the hilt of the wedge and stood in place.

Black Death stood in the depths of the forest, standing still.

The two were far apart, but they looked at each other.

Long.

Black Death Mou stared directly at Tanjuro.

It was as if it was being shown to him.

The upper and lower pairs of eyes are gradually closed.

Tanjuro was slightly stunned.

——？

He didn't wait for Tanjuro to react and understand what this meant.

Maybe it's almost dawn, or maybe it's something else.

Black Death Mou stopped looking at this way, and quickly disappeared in place, away from Tanjuro's perceptual range.

It's different from last time.

Tanjuro didn't perceive any hostility from Black Death's gaze.

……

……

Soon after.

It's dawn.

Forging Knife Village.

"Oooh!"

Muichiro stood on a hillside, he looked condescendingly at the appearance of the entire forging knife village, raised his hand tightly, turned his head and shouted to Ichiro:

"Brother! You see! ”

He stretched out his hand and pointed to the ruins of the Forging Knife Village:

"There is a village so close to our house!" Muichiro's eyes were full of novelty:

"We didn't know it before!"

Arichiro pretended not to hear, and he glanced to the other side.

- What village...

He glanced down slightly.

- This... It's just a ruin.

(End of chapter)