……

Another hill.

A bare, blackened tree struck by lightning stood here.

On the tree, the blond boy with his arms forked around the trunk, his mouth open, his eyes rolling, and his mouth moaning unconsciously:

"Ahem..."

White smoke came out of his body, Fang Cai's tears were evaporated by thunder and lightning, and he weakly let go of the trunk he was holding.

Wow –

The whole person lost his center of gravity and fell heavily under the tree.

In the brain, the vague consciousness is chaotic.

- Was... Thunder struck...

- What a sad life...

- Could it be... Am I going to die a sloppy death like this?

A great sorrow in his heart suddenly overwhelmed him, but the tears of crying could not come out of his eyes.

- Shame on you...

His blonde hair was scorched, and his small yellow sleeves were faintly black.

Bang!

He was on all fours, his feet were facing the sky, and he fell heavily to the ground.

Side.

The old man, who was on a peachwood cane, with white hair and a scar on his face, looked a little fierce, and was opening his mouth:

"Ahh He opened his hand and watched in amazement as his apprentice fell from the tree.

Da-da-da-da!

Hurriedly walked a few times and walked to the side of the blonde boy.

The cane in his hand is casually set aside,

"Shanyi... Shanyi! ”

Squatting down, his eyes scanning Shanyi's body, the old man was a little flustered - this was the first time he had encountered such a situation:

"Can you still hear me?!"

His gaze lingered on Shanyi's head for a second.

Hair color... The hair color has changed!

The old man looked at my wife Shanyi with white eyes lying in horror, and a bad thought rose in his heart.

- This kid isn't very smart, so his brain won't be broken!

- What can I do?

But looking at my wife Shanyi's stiff appearance, the old man didn't dare to touch him without permission for a while.

"Ha ......" Shanyi unconsciously opened his mouth, and strands of white vapor kept coming out of it.

The old man leaned down and put his ears over Shanyi's chest, listening carefully to the powerful sound of his heart beating from it.

After listening for a while, and finding that there was no major problem, the old man let out a long sigh of relief.

Smack!

He sat helplessly on the ground, patted my wife Shanyi's head with his hand, and said:

"It's good if you're not dead, it's good if you're not dead..."

Then.

Stomp, stomp!

The footsteps of the two-story gallop came from the other side.

The old man's ears twitched slightly, and he subconsciously held the peachwood cane on the ground on the side, vigilantly paying attention to the direction where the footsteps came from.

Until—

"Kumashima!!"

Familiar shouts came from that direction.

Kuwajima Jigoro was stunned, he looked at Shanyi in front of him, and turned his head to look behind him.

After seeing the red tengu mask of the comer, his voice was a little hoarse, and he shouted in surprise:

"Left near?!"

Smack.

Supporting his body with a cane, Kuwajima Jigoro blinked, glanced at Tanjuro who was beside Scales Zuojinji, and then wondered:

"How did you get here?"

It was also at this time.

Kuwajima Jigoro's right foot, which was supported by a wooden stick prosthetic, was completely revealed in the field of vision of the two.

Tanjuro stood beside the left of the scale, and he looked at Kuwajima Jigoro.

Predecessor Naruzu - Kuwajima Jigoro.

used to have the title of "the strongest ghost killing team", which is the same influence as the current Grief Mingyu Xingming in the ghost killing team.

He retired due to the loss of his right leg in a battle.

and the predecessor of the water column - the scale of the left close time, the two were partners.

At the same time, Tanjuro glanced around Kuwajima Jigoro with a slightly apologetic gaze.

looked at my wife Shanyi, who was lying unconsciously behind him.

That is, this time, the poor boy who was struck by the thunder he led.

I'm sorry.

Tanjuro looked at Shanyi, whose hair color had turned golden, and silently apologized for it in his heart.

But...

Recalls that in the original work, my wife Shanyi was also struck by lightning.

Tanjuro couldn't help but stretch out his hand, scratching his face, and his eyes moved to the side, looking at the mountains in the distance.

What is this - the inevitability of fate?

Meantime.

Scales looked at my wife Shanyi on the ground in silence, he hesitated for a moment, and looked back at Tanjuro.

When I met with Tanjuro just now, I found that the other party was unharmed.

Scales were shocked inside.

- From his point of view just now, the thunder actually struck near Tanjuro.

And the fall of that thunder...

Is it just a coincidence?

He glanced at Tanjuro's look away.

Scales came back to his senses for the next time, and he explained to Kuwajima Jigoro:

“… I saw a thunderbolt and happened to think that you were nearby, so I came over to take a look. ”

"That's right."

Kuwajima Jigoro's face was a little tired, he turned his head worriedly, and looked at the two in front of him a little anxiously:

"As you can see... Left near, with this, can you help me..."

He looked at Shanyi: "Move this child back first." ”

"He's my apprentice, unlucky boy."

Trample.

Tanjuro took a step forward under the puzzled gaze of the two.

"I'll do it." As he spoke, he squatted down and gently lifted Shanyi up.

Seeing this, Jigoro took his eyes off Tanjuro and looked at Scales suspiciously, as if asking who this guy is.

As a comrade-in-arms for many years, Scales understood what Jigoro meant in an instant.

"This is Mr. Tanjuro Kamado." Scales explains, giving an example:

"It's the swordsman who repelled the winding up some time ago."

Hearing this, Kuwajima Jigoro was stunned, he looked at Tanjuro in a daze, and felt the aura on the other party's body as if it didn't exist:

"Is that him?"

After carrying my wife Shanyi on their backs, the group followed Jigoro back to his residence in the peach forest.

……

……

The other side.

The abode of the Sorrowful Island.

He lives in a castle town, on a street that looks like a temple.

Trample.

The sturdy figure walked to the front of the house.

After writing the mission report and submitting it, I was busy with some trivial tasks in the team - after all, two wounds died at a time, and the stakes were high.

Only then did Beimingyu have time to return to his residence.

"Amitabha." Beimingyu clasped his hands together, stirring the Buddha beads, and the tears on his face seemed to have never dried up.

He stretched out his hand and gently opened the door, as if he was afraid to wake up something.

Creak...

But the wooden door inevitably made a noise.

Then.

Inside the house.

Covered under the huge monk's robe on the floor.

There was a small bump that was moving.

"Meow, meow~"

A small white head poked out from under the monk's robe, and it looked curiously at the doorway, its blue eyes blinking.

Click, click.

"I'm sorry..."Sadness Mingyu walked into the house lightly and closed the door: "I'm late to come back." ”

Turning around, he lifted the white cat that jumped over on all fours with both hands.

He took out some food from his body, twisted it with water, and fed it to the kitten.

Gently stroking the cat, a heartfelt smile appeared on the face of the sad Mingyu.

But while petting the kitten.

Grief Mingyu was suddenly stunned.

He suddenly remembered Tanjuro's unparalleled perception the night before.

(End of chapter)