I don't know, but now it seems that the mask was carved by Scales.

Miaoyue knew the relationship between his master and his predecessor Shui Zhu, but he also understood that this matter must not be explained to the ghost on the other side!

Damn it!

Miaoyue's expression was hideous, anger welled up in his heart, and green tendons spread down his neck.

- Master! You...!

Recalls that in the butterfly house, Jigoro's concern for Shanyi, as well as all kinds of scolding for himself.

A flame of jealousy and anger intertwined climbed in the bottom of his heart, and his already twisted heart became even more hideous.

- Give yourself this kind of mask...

His gaze grew fierce.

- Are you trying to kill me?!

Why!

The hanging right hand gradually clenched and turned white when he squeezed hard.

Clearly... I have so much respect for you...!

In a trance.

Midai seemed to see the joyful smiles of Shanyi and Jigoro.

It's not wanting to let yourself... Learn the true legend of Thunder's Breath...?

Anger welled up in my heart.

"Shh He spat hard, turned his head, and whispered through gritted teeth, "Old dizzy thing." ”

With that in mind.

Trample!

Yue slammed on the ground, he looked at the hand ghost behind him who had withdrawn his arm, and took a deep breath:

"I'm not at all!"

"I don't know what kind of bullshit you said!"

He almost roared out of his throat, and as he finished shouting, sweat flowed down with the rhythm of his breathing.

Really.

The hand ghost, who was slowly approaching, stopped in his tracks.

The hand ghost was stunned for a moment, and then a look of interest appeared on his face.

He chuckled softly.

"That's right, little ghost."

Raising his eyes that were clear yellow and reflected with a greasy luster, the hand ghost bent his eyes and looked at Miaoyue:

"Say it again."

“… What? Yue Yue frowned, the blood loss from his left arm made him weak, and his body staggered back two steps slightly.

“… Bullshit. The hand ghost seemed to suppress his laughter, and his voice trembled.

Looked at.

Miaoyue's breathing slowed down, and a glimmer of hope lit up in his eyes, so he tentatively shouted:

"Shit's scales!"

"Hee-hee..."

Seeing the hand ghost with an extremely happy look, Miaoyue looked slightly behind him - it was the wisteria forest that was already approaching:

"Damn scales!"

"Scales with a thousand cuts!"

"Not bad, not bad..."

Just as he was about to shout a few more words to attract the attention of the hand ghost.

Trample!

The ground shook violently.

"The fox imp who can slander his master like this, I admit that you are the first."

"A guy with a unique personality, perhaps... You're very popular with that guy in the scales, right? ”

"I haven't seen a fox in a few years..."

The hand ghost's twitching eyes suddenly became more excited and pleasant, several arms on his body were accumulated, and the other fingers covered his mouth as if they were shy:

"That's... How sad will Scales be if I kill you...? ”

Come to think of this.

The hand ghost laughed weirdly again.

As for what Miyue said.

What killed the man in the mask, what didn't know the scales.

- He didn't believe a word.

But... Listening to the disciples of the scales scolding the scales, the mood of the hand ghost is quite good at the moment.

Swish!

Almost instantly.

A few erupting arms that burst through the air! Rushed in front of Mikadake!

“… Damn it! ”

Before he had time to think, he turned his head abruptly, and took a deep breath in an instant:

"Hiss——!"

[Thunder Breath, Type II, Rice Soul]!

Whew!!

The Nichiren knife in his hand is swinging rapidly! Swiftly slash through the air with five slashes that resemble black lightning!

Table tennis!

Bright sparks bloomed where the Hinawa knife touched the cyan arm, and the powerful force made the blade bounce away!

The huge rebound force came from the blade, and the mouth of the tiger suddenly trembled!

He gripped the hilt firmly.

In a flash.

Squeak –

The shrill sound of iron pieces sounded, and Yue Yue turned his head in disbelief to look at the Hinawa knife in his hand.

The next moment.

With a crisp sound.

The hands are slammed into the air!

Table tennis!

The pitch-black, golden thunderbolt in the middle, was suddenly broken in two!

Fragments of reflective moonlight bloom in the air!

- To... Dead?

Yue Yue looked at the half-cut Sun Wheel Knife that flew into the air in a daze, as well as the remaining half in his hand.

- Obviously... It's just almost...

In the afterglow, purple wisteria flowers were already behind him.

The next moment!

The cyan huge fist slammed into the mountain!

Bang!

Smashed heavily on the chest of Miaoyue, who couldn't react!

"Poof!" A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and the majestic power instantly poured into his body.

Whoosh –

Like a kite with a broken string, it flew straight backwards!

After stumbling on the ground for two splashes, Mikaku fell heavily to the ground.

His eyes were white, his head was tilted, and he passed out in a coma.

In the placket, wisteria flowers with bits of ashes belonging to demons fell out.

……

Not far away.

The hand ghost looked at his retracted fist with a cloudy expression.

There was smoke rising from it, and the tip of the fist had faintly turned to ashes.

His punch was originally aimed at penetrating the little ghost.

His face darkened.

Turning his head to look at the stinging Yue who was punched into the wisteria forest by himself.

- How could anyone bring wisteria flowers to the assessment?

……

Long.

Lying in the wisteria forest, he opened his eyes with difficulty.

He looked at the purple in front of him, and his mind was in a trance.

After barely standing up with the support of the broken knife, Migaku looked up at the outside of the wisteria forest.

The hand ghost is long gone.

"Ho cough... Ha... Hah..."

Yue Yue gasped for breath, blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, his eyes were blurred, and his brain was not very clear.

Almost subconsciously, like a will to survive, he turned his head, turned around and staggered towards the bottom of the mountain.

In his mouth, he muttered unconsciously.

"I... survived..."

"Killed..."

"Put... You guys..."

……

It's just nightfall.

The nights are still long.

……

……

Time passes.

The moon gradually crossed the mid-heavens.

About five hours passed.

A castle town somewhere.

Trample.

The peach-colored figure landed on the roof, he subconsciously squatted down to unload his strength, and then slowly got up.

"Shh His face was full of resentment.

The pale moonlight illuminated his faintly blue complexion.

He slammed his fist on the roof beneath him, venting his inner dissatisfaction.

For the past few days, he has not been at the station.

After the death of the jade pot, the location of that information was completely cut off.

He searched for days and found nothing!

Kill the guy who killed the first one, and he couldn't find it!

“… Damn guy!! Gritting his teeth, he squeezed the syllables out of his throat, and he jumped off the roof in rage.

Smack.

He landed on the street.

This is not his station, but he is just passing through this castle to get there.

Just as he got up and was ready to move forward again.

Click, click.

A certain black dress, the upper body was almost soaked with blood, and the figure staggered forward with a broken knife.

From the other side of the street, I walked this way.

(End of chapter)