Thunder and lightning flashed, and heavy rain poured.

The inn, but there was silence in the room.

Dead silence.

The sound of rain and rain adds to the horror of the night. The sound of rustling is the sound of raindrops hitting the ground and buildings. And this voice is very similar to the whispers of ghosts in strange stories.

At this time, it is either midnight, or the night is deeper than midnight. Anyway, whatever. It's a deep, deep night, anyway.

The night was so deep that there were few voices. If someone listens carefully, I'm afraid there is no sound of insects and frogs.

Between heaven and earth, there was only the sound of rain.

The lightning flashed, and in an instant, it was the black that opened the night, casting a layer of white on the world.

In an instant, the inn was illuminated. The black tiles that illuminated the exterior also illuminated the inside of the inn.

One of the rooms had no windows closed, so the light entered through the open windows.

Illuminates the things in the room, and also illuminates the bloodstains in the room.

It also illuminates something weird and terrifying.

If some of the thieves stay outside the window for a long time, they can hear a very small sound.

A rustling sound, frequent and urgent, like the sound of countless white silkworms gnawing on mulberry leaves.

The sound of mystery mingled with the sound of rain. It's also terrifying in this dark night, and it makes people feel creepy for no reason. The smell of blood fills the night and adds a little more meaning.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and its momentum grew even stronger. But the smell of blood is not destined to be washed away by the rain. For blood is blood, the fluid that makes people excited.

Electricity is always faster than thunder. In an instant, the world turns from black to light, and then to night.

Nothing has changed? Yes, nothing has changed.

On the night of lightning and thunder, the terrible Razer drew its traces on the night. It is said that when a yokai is formed, the heavens will send down thunder and lightning to punish it.

Yes, storytellers say that.

So, for whom is the thunder and lightning tonight?

In the room, an amber glow spreads. This amber glow, very gentle, just pure bright.

But this kind of light is more terrifying than the light of thunder and lightning in the outside world, and a chill emanates from the bottom of my heart.

The light came on, lit on, and blinked.

Like an eye that glows.

If someone takes a closer look, they will be horrified to find it......

(Too slow, does it seem like the injury was too bad??The resentment is only now more or less in control of this body.) ）

(What a reckless man.) In the past, I was brought to this kind of field, and in the end I was asked to wipe my ass. ）

(Alas.) Forget it, forget it, let's just wait for this guy to come back to life. There should be a period of soul weakness, and you deserve it!)

No one can "hear" the words of the unknown in any way. Of course, the thing on the ground is an exception.

Because that thing is not human.

Of course, there are no living people in this room. Or rather, an hour ago, the living in the room became dead.

Hence the attraction of something unclean.

Time passed, and about half a pillar of incense had passed. The strange sounds in the room were even more rapid and frequent, very urgent, as if the number of those spring silkworms in the dark had suddenly skyrocketed.

Suddenly, a razer streaked across the sky, and the light of thunder and lightning illuminated everything in the room.

An amber pupil floating in the air, the corpse of a young man.

The demon pupils were amber, but the man's corpse was horrible. A deep hole of blood existed in his neck, and the heavy smell of blood in the room came from this.

Demon Hitomi is not a murderer, it just happened to encounter a corpse material that it needs.

So, the body was repurposed.

The electric light passed, and the room fell into darkness again. But the frequent, eager and terrible rustling did not cease, but grew stronger.

Until another flash of thunder flashed, and the corpse opened its eyes.

............

"Very ruthless techniques, special neck wiping weapons, I'm afraid it's a professional killer. Tsk, I've been trimming it with a grudge for a long time, and it's still like this. ”

Black, vein-like vessels wriggled in the bloody hole in his neck, and the man's hoarse voice resounded in the silent room.

(If you still act like a reckless man next time, you will rush straight without seeing the situation clearly.) I'll let you report to Huangquan. ）

(The original body was chopped into several pieces and cremated to ashes.) I had to find you this body, and you were lucky enough to use your original name. ）

The demon pupil floating in mid-air was gone, and then an amber eye grew on the back of the man's hand.

"Oh, the name of this body is also He Shang?"

(The He family in Linzhen is the only son of the He family Saburo.) My mother died during childbirth, and my father died half a year ago. He has learned martial arts since he was a child, and he is also a good hand among mortals. But because of family property problems...... He's dead. ）

He Shang shook his head, what a troublesome thing!

This means that he has to kill many people in addition to the murderer. And these people did not have a conflict of interest with him.

He will not inherit the so-called He family's inheritance, nor will he choose to return to the family of his predecessor.

He is who he is, and what does the enmity of his predecessor matter to him, but certain things are not destined to go his way.

After resurrection, his neck was punched with a big hole, but he was inexplicably alive and well.

Therefore, kill. If he doesn't want to face the moth thing, he kills everyone as soon as possible.

"Is the murderer next door? The question is the tone of the statement.

The demon pupil, whom He Shang called the last absolute, did not answer, because it knew that such an answer was redundant.

He Shang glanced at the blood-stained clothes on his body, and jumped out of the window directly, his movements a little faster than that of apes.

It didn't take much time for He Shang to quietly open the window and enter the next room.

He looked at the unconscious killer on the bed and walked straight over.

The footsteps were silent, and he walked to the edge of the bed, and stretched out his hand to force instantly.

There was a slight crisp, followed by silence.

"This body needs to be repaired and strengthened, so it needs a little flesh and blood. And resurrection has brought me a weak soul, so I still need a lot of soul to recover myself. ”

He Shang whispered, his right hand let go of the corpse, and his palm slowly spread.

In the palm of his hand, a pillar of blue flame resembling a candle flame appeared.

He Shang admired it for a moment, then closed his palms and shattered the blue fire.

"It's still not enough. Luckily, though, there are some hands-on goals. ”

He Shang learned the number of people in the original owner's family through the memories of the original owner.

It should be possible to restore some of his strength, He Shang commented.