Ghost.

It is the product of the opposite of the laws of nature.

Those who should have died turned into ghosts and continued to slaughter those who came after them.

Some people are afraid of ghosts, and naturally some people are eager to them.

At this point, the dragon yin is the same as the ghost.

The power of immortality is too tempting.

They all distort the normal way of life.

The reason why the number of ghosts gradually increases is only because of Wu Miao's desire to be completely immortal.

Experienced the human nature of those people in the world of "wolves" distorted by the existence of immortals.

Tanjuro has long been enlightened.

Whether it's [ghost] or [dragon yin].

It's all gone.

"Wolves... Never die with me. ”

For the first time in his memory, Kurou said to himself in such a pleading tone.

Sometimes, Tanjuro is extremely lucky.

Jiulang, who holds the dragon yin, is a child with a sincere heart.

And the Ghost Slayer.

He tilted his head and looked at Yoshiyu Tomioka, who was bandaging Umi's wounds.

It's a group of kids like Kuro.

……

Yoshiwara Flower Street.

In the gloomy sky, the rolling dark clouds gradually dispersed, revealing the bright moon that had just been slightly obscured.

It's different from usual.

Swish!

Tanjuro straightened up, subconsciously shook the blade, and slowly put the wedge pill into the sheath.

He glanced sideways at the street not far away, the heads of the prostitute Taro and the fallen hime, who had not yet dissipated, and were still talking.

The prostitute Taro has not completely turned into ashes, and the power of resurrection and the paper figure have not appeared.

Immerse yourself in your mind and feel the memories of the battle called [Jikoku Yuanichi].

The extra memory that came to my mind this time didn't come from the ghost.

Instead, as if he were supposed to be, it came out of his mind.

Long.

Tanjuro opened his eyes.

In the environment that had just finished the winding battle, he didn't dare to feel the memory at a deep level, but only touched it slightly.

A perspective from memory.

It was hundreds of years ago, the ancestor of the stove family.

[Kamado Tankishi].

……

on the streets.

The courtesan Taro was silent for a moment, and he slowly turned his head and looked at the moon in the sky.

At this moment, he also remembered the oath he had made with Mei [never to be separated].

In the eyes as clear as a mirror, the dark night sky is reflected, and the dim clouds blown by the wind are slowly drifting under the bright moon.

His emotions fell silent.

"I'm going to die." The prostitute Taro spoke in a flat tone.

It's a pity that there is nothing in the world that can suddenly increase one's strength and win after a few memories like in the villain's picture book.

The world is cruel and realistic, at all times.

It likes to strike hard when you're complacent and looking forward to tomorrow.

That's why he chose to throw all his strength to his sister just now, instead of choosing to fight back with all his might.

“… Well. Mei nodded, her sour eyes were a little blurry: "Sure enough, I'm still a little unwilling to lose!" ”

Then.

Not far away.

Tanjuro's gaze rested on the heads of the prostitute Taro and the fallen hime, and he looked at the two siblings who were gradually turning to ashes, and he didn't care about the memories in his mind for a while.

Step on your feet.

Smack.

jumped off the roof and landed in front of the two brothers and sisters, covering the bright moon in their field of vision.

Yes.

The prostitute Taro's drooping eyelids jumped:

"Hey... Blocking the moon. ”

Taro, the prostitute who was quietly watching Haoyue, paused, and seeing that the visitor did not react, his eyes slowly moved downward, looking at Tanjuro who was facing away from the moon:

“… See what I'm doing? ”

He has been declared dead, there is nothing to fear, and the voice of the prostitute Taro is very low:

"What, scared by my appearance?"

He raised his head, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and his hoarse voice was raised in a high tone:

"I didn't see your ink when I cut my neck just now."

The prostitute Taro secretly observed Tanjuro's reaction with a smile in his eyes, and after noticing that the other party's expression had not changed.

His stiff smile was a little embarrassed.

- What a strange guy.

Side.

"Humph!" Mei puffed out her lips and glared fiercely at Tanjuro, then turned her head away.

It seems that the two ghosts are already on the third wind.

At this moment, the speed at which the skull turned into ashes was unusually slow.

If the obsession is deep enough, in fact, the prostitute Taro has the ability to break through the weakness of [decapitation], and he has become the second ghost who is not afraid of being beheaded.

Then.

Umiji Tengen, who had bandaged his wounds, and Yoshiyoshi Tomioka also came over.

“… It's not flashy at all. Yu Marrow Tianyuan covered his left arm and clenched his fist, a feeling of weakness came to him, and the expression on his face was a little stunned.

Don't worry, the left arm is still there.

It's just that because of the injury, I can't hold the knife for the time being.

Reacting quickly and opening transparently, he dodged the fatal blow even in the face of the sudden attack of the third of the upper strings.

"The muscles of Yuji's left hand were severed, but no bones were injured."

Tomioka Yoshiyu's eyes stopped on the head of the prostitute Taro for a moment, then he withdrew his gaze, looked up and said to Tanjuro simply:

"He is a double-sword swordsman, he can still hold a knife, and he can be considered unharmed."

Hear the words.

"Hey!" Uchichi was curiously observing the two heads on the ground, and when he heard Tomioka's words, his forehead suddenly protruded, and he looked at this side angrily:

"What are you talking about?"

Tomioka stiffened his face and did not answer.

"I see." After nodding at Tomioka, Tanjuro quickly withdrew his gaze and crouched down.

Bowing his head, he glanced at the puzzled prostitute Taro, and his tone was flat, as if he was stating a fact:

"When a ghost dies, he will go to hell to atone for his past."

"It's true." He said.

“… Hell? Hearing this, Mei, who was in a daze on the side, suddenly condensed her eyes and looked this way.

"Huh...?" The expression of the prostitute Taro became rather strange, he raised his eyebrows, and the shark teeth were exposed in the air as his mouth opened:

“… What am I going to say... That's all? ”

Hell...?

It's all a legend of what kind of era.

His lying head trembled, and he almost laughed:

"Even if you do go to hell, then..."

"You don't care."

Tanjuro interrupted him, turned his head, and looked at Mei, who was also looking at this side, and the eyes of the two touched for a moment:

"That's... What about your sister. ”

He turned his head, and his dark red eyes, like Tomioka's Yoshiyu, reflected the expression of the prostitute Taro's gradual surprise, and his tone was deep:

"She's going to hell too."

"Huh...?" At the mention of his sister, the expression of the prostitute Taro became stiff, and he hesitated for a moment, his tone was very unnatural, and he seemed to be a little angry:

“… What do you want? ”

What is the point of saying this, simply to provoke yourself... But it doesn't make sense.

The prostitute Taro's eyes grew darker, and he gritted his teeth.

Seeing the ash spreading to the chin of the prostitute Taro, Tanjuro sped up his questioning:

"Tell me the unmistakable news you know."

His eyes were solemn:

"The more the merrier."

Hear the words.

——？

“… Why? The suspicion on the face of the prostitute Taro became more and more serious, and he lowered the corners of his mouth and said in a low voice:

"It has nothing to do with going to hell."

"Do something good, and when your sister goes to hell, the punishment may be lighter."

When Tanjuro said this, he did not look at the prostitute Taro, but looked at the empty street on the side:

"The sins of the ghost king are far heavier than yours, and telling the ghost hunter the news of the ghost king is also an early atonement."

When the prostitute Taro heard this, he slowly fell into deep thought.

He frowned, his eyes lowered in confusion.

- Is that so?

……

……

Meanwhile.

In the Infinite City.

Creak... Creak...

The scarlet flesh squirmed and climbed, huddled together, and gradually merged and converged.

The first human form appeared in the chair, holding the armrest of the chair, gasping for air.

"Whew......" he staggered back in his chair, his pale skin secreting fine sweat, faintly moist under the reflection of the warm light.

Wu Miao raised his arm, looked at the trembling hand, let out a long sigh of relief, and put his arm at will as if he had lost his strength.

Since that snowy night, the number of encounters with that guy has become more and more frequent.

It was as if he had started the experience that had been so painful for him.

He regretted it a little in his heart.

If I hadn't gone out that day, wouldn't these things have happened now?

Wu Miao's eyes were in a trance, and he thought about what had happened recently.

The number of windings is rapidly decreasing.

In just a few months, there has been a succession of winding deaths that have not occurred for hundreds of years.

The only guy who can do this kind of thing that no one has been able to do since then is that guy.

The number is the upper string of the land, and now the only ones who are active outside are the Yiwoza and the child mill.

Thinking of this, Wu Miao's pupils suddenly shrank.

If all the windings are dead, then what's next...

- It's fine.

He thought to himself.

- In this infinite city in the underground space, no one can find him.

- As long as you stay here, you can live!

In the scarlet eyes, the hope of survival flickered.

- Wait for him to find the cyan flower!

……

……

Flower Street.

"The location of Infinity City is underground."

The prostitute Taro said succinctly and forcefully to Tanjuro.

"Controlled by a pipa girl."

In the end, he chose to believe Tanjuro's words.

Although, he hates the glamorous appearance of the ghost killing team, a [I am decent, you are all evil] face.

This reminded him of the samurai who burned Mei, and he was very disgusted.

But...

The prostitute Taro glanced sideways slightly, and glanced at Mei who was trembling in her eyes beside her.

He can spit on viciously, but May can't.

I think back to what Tanjuro said about hell.

- Only Mei can't.

"However, I don't know exactly where it is." After thinking for a while, under Tanjuro's gaze, he continued:

"The last time we had a winding meeting, there was no misery... I don't know where they went. ”

"Not long after that, Mei and I became the third of the wind, and those two guys must have died."

Although the courtesan Taro did not show up at the winding meeting, he was awake and naturally understood everything mentioned in the meeting.

The prostitute Taro lowered his eyes, his voice was low and hoarse, and his eyes moved slightly from side to side:

"Ahh That's right. ”

"No misery, let Mr. Tong Mo... Now the first of the strings, the development of believers, to find the cyan flower. ”

"What are his followers called... The Cult of Bliss of Eternity, probably with this name. ”

Hearing the important information, Tanjuro nodded, and he continued to ask:

"Anything else?"

"And—" The courtesan Taro's voice grew low, and he fell into deep thought.

He didn't pay much attention to Wumiao's movements, that kind of thing didn't mean much to him.

The prostitute Taro has no special emotions for no miserable, and for him, the only important thing is to live.

Seeing that the other party will not be able to say it for a while.

Tanjuro changed his words, and he thought about it for a while, wanting to confirm his previous guess:

"That—" He hesitated for a moment:

"Black Death Mou, what news or movement has he had recently?"

Hear the words.

“… Black Death? The prostitute Taro looked at Tanjuro suspiciously, he was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly he suddenly said:

"One of the front winds?" He glanced at Tanjuro, and seemed a little strange why the other party would be puzzled about the matter of Black Death Mu:

"He's dead."

"The last time I had a winding meeting, there was nothing miserable."

The prostitute Taro replied truthfully.

After speaking, he didn't forget to glance at the stunned Tanjuro again.

The moment the blood ghost technique he was using with all his might was stopped by Tanjuro, the prostitute Taro had a rough idea in his heart.

Before, I wondered why Black Death Mou died, but now it seems that he may have killed him.

This is also the reason why the prostitute Taro chose to run away in the first place.

Now, the person who killed the Black Death Mou is actually asking the Black Death Mou what happened, and the prostitute Taro naturally finds it strange.

Suddenly, the prostitute Taro's eyes widened slightly.

- Is it... Someone else who killed the previous one.

In this case...

Aren't there two people with such combat strength...

In the bottom of his heart, he mourned for three seconds for Yiwoza and Tong Mo.

After waiting for a long time, when he found that Tanjuro was still stunned, he pulled the corners of his mouth and shouted a little impatiently:

“… What's wrong? I was stunned for so long. ”

"Hey!" The prostitute Taro lowered his eyes to see that the ashes had begun to spread from all around, and he shouted a little anxiously.

“… It's okay. Tanjuro came back to his senses, and in his mind, everything at this moment was connected and confirmed.

After a moment of thought, he said:

"Good death."

“？”

The prostitute Taro frowned, his eyes puzzled.

Mei was on the side, quietly listening to the conversation between her brother and Tanjuro, and she looked at Haoyue.

Hell...

Slightly sideways, she looked at her brother, who was restless.

Now the opportunity to atone for your sins is left to my brother.

Just like in the past, when he was a man, my brother always protected himself.

This time, it's my sister's turn to protect my brother.

She thought, silent.

……

Soon.

"I don't have a problem anymore." Tanjuro nodded, he slowly stood up, and slowly stepped back:

"Thank you."

"Goodbye."

Looking at the prostitute Taro on the ground, who was gradually turning to ashes, he said goodbye.

The prostitute Taro's eyes remained, watching Mei slowly dissipate, and eventually, along with Mei, turned to ashes.

……

……

In a dark space.

Probably, it is the former station called Hell.

The prostitute Taro opened his eyes, he slowly lowered his head, and subconsciously looked at his own hands, which became young.

——？

On the dirty little hands, there was not the slightest trace of ghosts.

(End of chapter)