At night, in the mountains... A white expanse.

Two samurai lead the way, followed by a palanquin man and a maid.

The two samurai came out of the office, mainly to protect the safety of Haku.

They were not far from their destination by now, but they had not yet set foot in the boundaries of the town.

In general, it is dangerous to travel at night unless there is an emergency, and in addition to the cause of ghosts, there are also desolate people and thugs, including robbers. No one can guarantee that they will not be targeted... Some daring creatures will crouch around the town in search of prey and secretly tailgating.

However, due to the limited leg strength, the interval between the towns in each region is different, so this time, the sedan chair did not arrive at the town at the foot of the mountain in the middle of the day, and it is estimated that it will arrive in the middle of the night.

Everyone had to hurry up.

"How much longer?"

Behind the sedan curtain, a faint sound was heard.

"Your Excellency... It will take more than an hour, and after this mountainous area, you will be able to see the lights. But a few kilometers ahead, I remember an abandoned ancestral house where passers-by often stopped, and if we felt tired, we could take a break there. A samurai turned and replied.

"Ahem, cough, cough..."

Haze coughed violently.

"Be careful."

He reminded.

"Yes."

But apparently, the samurai did not take his words to heart.

In the small sedan chair, the eyebrows and eyes are lowered, and the corners of the mouth are smiling.

These two seemingly battle-hardened samurai are complete waste... Hazy could already smell the blood wafting through the air.

The samurai didn't even notice.

It doesn't have to be a ghost, it could be a fight between humans.

…

After a few more moments, everyone looked up and saw a dilapidated house beside the mountain road, and there was a candle in the window, indicating that there were people inside.

But in the next second, there seemed to be a cold wind swept in, extinguishing the fire...

The samurai frowned, only then did he realize that something was wrong, and saw some blood stains on the road ahead.

I was about to speak, suddenly, without warning... A force rolled up and he instantly rushed into the dark dense forest on the side, and disappeared without a trace.

In the eyes of others, in the blink of an eye, the samurai flew out of the ground with his feet on the ground, ran into the mountains, and disappeared.

"Who?"

"Something!"

The remaining samurai were shocked, drew their blades, and looked around blankly.

Shouted in a hurry.

Then, as if something else was speeding closer, it crashed into the samurai, carrying his body into the forest.

Because the speed is so fast, that the two of them don't even have the time and strength to react.

The mountains are quiet... There is a sense of weirdness and gloom.

The chill in the hearts of the palanquin man and the maid is even worse than this biting weather.

The four palanquin men almost simultaneously threw off their burdens and ran wildly.

They are not guards, when life and death are at stake, their own lives are not guaranteed, where do they care about Hazy's life.

Then, the two maids looked at the four palanquin men who had run away the same way, one after the other, and suddenly flew up, as if controlled by an invisible force, and dragged into the forest.

With a scream that cracked the lungs, it calmed down.

The sedan chair fell, and the toe sitting in it touched the ground, dissolving the remaining strength and not being injured.

Outside the sedan chair, the maid holding the imperial coin threw away her things, and her body curled up at the door of the sedan chair, trembling... The other maid instinctively looked at the sedan chair, her teeth chattering: "Big... people..."

Hunched over, he stepped out of the sedan chair.

He looked calm.

Just at a glance, I can see the power of ghosts...

Although there were messy footprints on the snow, there was a straight footprint on the left and right sides of the two samurai standing in the middle of the forest.

Ghost... It's just stealth.

Unseen...

It should be its blood magic.

Then, in an instant, with the speed of the explosion, the living people were taken into the woods and killed.

"Chatter..."

Suddenly, there was a strange laugh in the night sky.

"You like... He's a big guy. ”

Whoosh.

A gust of wind and snow stirred, and ten meters in front of the sedan chair, a figure appeared.

A ghost.

Dressed in a wave suit, his body was still stained with a large amount of blood that had not yet coagulated, his hair was upside down like a samurai, his pupils were different from ordinary people, his skin was black and purple, and his fingernails were sharp like beasts.

The blood vessels in the limbs burst out, and the whole person exuded a sense of fierceness and tyranny.

Apparently, he was a samurai before he was transformed into a ghost.

"Ahem, cough, cough..."

Hazy looked at the ghost in front of him with more interest, smiling.

Clenched his fist to his mouth, coughing incessantly.

"A sick seedling..."

The ghost narrowed his eyes.

The man in front of him was very young, with small black curly hair sticking to his forehead, a shaggy black feather weaving draped over his body, and a katana in one hand to support his thin body.

It seems that this knife is more like a crutch, and the man's face is simply more pale than the snow on the ground.

It seems that without his intervention, he may fall at any time...

Extremely weak.

"Your Excellency..."

A maid with a frightened look on her face mustered up her courage and stretched out her hands in front of her.

Motioned for Haze to run first.

"It's a bit of a gesture... I'm going to have a good time later. ”

This ghost is not in a hurry, looking at a few people, like fish on a knife board, touching his chin and showing a playful smile.

"Sure enough."

Hazy looked at the ghost for a moment and smiled slightly.

The flesh and blood of ghosts is too strong, which shows that the blood of no misery has strong catalysis and assimilation.

If this were placed in the world of a full-time hunter, it would be a rare treasure... Not to mention the amount of energy used to increase the ability of the mind, it is for ordinary martial artists, where is it still used for years of cultivation and polishing.

Although it is a low-level world, something ... There's still some value.

Not entirely undesirable.

"Huh?"

Onimi stretched out his palm and put it on the maid's shoulder, letting her stand aside.

I can't help but have a weird expression.

The other party is too calm... There is no fear when ordinary people see themselves, and those eyes are as calm as water.

"In this dress, you're a high-ranking person in the town... A retainer of the shogunate? ”

When the ghost talks about the word shogunate, his forehead is bulging, and his face is hideous.

"You piece of shit... How can you be a high-level person? It's time for the shogunate to fall..."

The ghost scoffed.

According to his memory, he knew that the current situation was that the shogunate's regime was not stable, and some rebels had appeared in various places, and most of these rebel armies were mainly samurai.

When these people are caught, almost all of them are going to be beheaded... The same is true of the identity of the person in front of him.

Otherwise, the pure ronin is not familiar with the regime, and it is impossible to determine his identity just by killing two officials of the commission and glancing at his own clothes.

"Or genes... Or evolution..."

Hao's response is simply ignoring ghosts, but instead talking about something else.

He tightened his clothes and asked softly, "Who is the one who gave you blood?" With your physical strength, it won't be awarded by Wu Miao himself, and it can't be wound... Is it the lower string? Where did you come from? ”

"What is the next quarter?"

When he opened his mouth, the ghost's pupils shrank like the eye of a needle.

"You... You... You..."

"You're... Dare to call out... The one... Grown-up..."

The ghost's eyes were more of fear than shock.

It seems that the word "no misery" has some kind of magic power for him... It is synonymous with supremacy and fear.

"You sick person who can't even wear clothes... Die! Seeing that he was about to open his mouth again, the ghost's heart palpitated, and he disappeared out of thin air in an instant, and let out a loud shout.

Swing your claws and swoop towards the haze.

Although the ghost is transparent, it is too easy for Hazy to capture his position.

The speed of the wind, the trajectory of snowflakes in the air, the traces of the ground... All of them are providing 'information' to Hao.

In the full-time world, 'intelligence' is quite important.

This kind of combat trick is too low-level...

Hao's originally peaceful eyes instantly became fierce.

He bowed slightly, and the wide haoori, which almost enveloped his entire body, was suspended in mid-air because of the sudden movement...

Hao gently inhaled a wisp of cold air into his lungs, "The breath of the soul, the type of one, the yellow spring is funeral." ”

After speaking, the countless snowflakes falling in the sky froze and stopped.

Diamond-shaped ice crystals burst apart, forming a white powder that fluttered in the air, passing away with the wind like a river, washing the 'picture' of the space.

A slender silver sword light, like a straight line, swept past the ghost's neck.

And Hazy, who also broke away from Haori, appeared behind the ghost.

In the transparent void, blood splattered...

In the eyes of this ghost, everything in his vision became wonderful, no longer a cold night, but his soul was surrounded by a warmth, and he became the appearance of his youth, standing on a bridge with trickling yellow water flowing under the bridge, and the scenery was pleasant.

He looked down at the yellow water under the bridge, and a young face was reflected in the water, which suddenly reminded him of the reason why he once wanted to be a samurai...

"yes... Since when did I forget my original intention... Relying on the identity of a samurai to do evil, wantonly swinging a sword at civilians, it should not be like this..."

"Value, what do you want, let's go... It's too late, be careful to be taught a lesson by the owner. ”

His childhood friend suddenly appeared beside him and smiled brightly at him.

Take his hand and run away together.

In reality, the ghost's body manifests directly from the void, and the corpse is separated.

The severed head rolled several times on the snow.

Immediately after, the flesh slowly turned into ashes...

Tears flowed from the ghost's eyes, and he looked at the hazy figure, and when he was dying, he said in an inaudible voice: "Thank you." ”

"Ahem, ahem, ahem..."

Hazy coughed violently, covering the palm of his mouth, sticking a little red.

Damn...

Although it is the mentality of giving it a try, it has already used the minimum amount of power, and the damage to the body is still not small.

"Hehe... However, it is exactly what I thought... The same effect can be achieved without a Japanese wheel knife. Coming from the higher worlds, I use my power beyond common sense... The more powerful the heaven and earth, the purer the level and essence of the power that can be touched. In the lower world... In a limited power environment, it is not too difficult to break the effect of 'setting'. ”

Haze smiled.

Then there was another cough.

The soul was all too familiar to him.

As for the so-called soul breath, he took it casually for the sake of the occasion.

To put it bluntly, it is a kind of power exertion and change.

(End of chapter)