It didn't take long for the rough doors of the bullock cart to be opened again.

Several samurai coldly glanced inside the carriage, and when they saw the still unconscious boy, the leader leaned over and reached out to test the temperature of his forehead, and frowned suddenly.

Then he waved his hand and said coldly: "It's not normal for a fever to be like this, just throw it out!"

The one-armed boy was soon carried by a slightly fat samurai again into the jungle by the side of the road, and just as he was about to leave, he suddenly turned around and looked between the boy's necks.

It was a cyan bead with a smiling face engraved on it, which looked very ordinary, but the material was not gold or wood, which was very strange.

The warrior hesitated for a moment, then leaned over and reached for the black hair that seemed to break if he pulled it.

This boy hangs around his neck, and what he wears close to his body shouldn't be bad, right?

His hand had already grabbed the black hair, but suddenly the smiling face on the black bead let out a "giggle" laugh.

"Who is it?" the samurai was stunned for a moment, the laughter made him a little panicked, and then looked around, the barren mountains and mountains, and the darkness in the dense forest could not see anything clearly.

He hurriedly tore the black hair with all his might, but the seemingly fragile hair was much stronger than expected, and the samurai said anxiously, "Why is it still continuous?"

"Giggle..."

"Giggle..."

The strange laughter suddenly sounded and never stopped.

This time, the samurai finally saw the direction of the laughter, and that was the cyan bead in his hand!!

At some point, the pupils on the beads stared straight at him, revealing a greedy look.

"Hell!!" the samurai screamed in fright, but luckily the practice of bushido made him instinctively choose to draw his sword in the first place instead of running away.

He followed the movements of the warriors who had earned the name of the Yakshas, and stretched out his fingers to slowly run the shiny blades, as if doing so, he would attach strange magic to the swords like those Yakshas.

Then, he crouched down slightly, holding the knife in both hands and pulling back slightly, and at the same time let out a loud roar, as if he was emboldening himself.

Seeing that the young man was still unconscious, he suddenly showed a hideous smile, and rushed forward with a knife, slashing directly at the young man's neck.

The knife would cut the black hair and the boy in half.

"Die!ahhh

But this knife was not able to cut off.

The black hair suddenly shot out like a thin snake, directly through the samurai's head, and then scurried through his pores, and soon his brain wrapped the hair in it.

If you have a perspective of dissection, you can see the hair twisting and twisting, slowly swimming in the brain.

The samurai's hands were released, his long sword fell to the ground, and he fell down heavily, rolling down the slope of one side into the ravine, and blood flowed out of the seven orifices.

It was only then that the hair quickly crawled back, and once again strung up the smiling beads that were sitting firmly on the boy's chest, and then staggered back between his necks, and tied them in a circle.

--

Far away in Qinglian Villa.

A petite woman in Tsing Yi with a strange expression and unfocused pupils was holding a newly issued lotus seed order and quickly left the village.

That being's words are still hovering in her mind at this time, if she still has a human brain, of course.

"Xiao Yu, he seems to have encountered something, he was almost killed by ordinary people! Sure enough, humans are abominable..."

"I can't get out of the village, it's too far away, and I can't protect him a few times. You hurry to him and bring him back. ”

"The Lotus Seed Order will take you to where he is. ”

"Remember, he's important!"

Although the petite woman in Tsing Yi stepped on the ground with embroidered shoes, if you look closely, you will find that she is actually floating, and all she walks is a dark and dark remote path.

It seems that there is no fear of the dirty things at night, or the bandits who rob and so on.

This woman is a worry-free temptation to Qinglian Villa, the newlywed partner of the second wedding, Xiaoyu!

--

This is the seashore, and the one-armed boy wrapped in black numbness is dizzy, and he feels a chaos in his mind.

Tearing thunder flashed in front of his eyes in fragments, and soon flashed through the endless sea of blood, out of which one hand reached out, accompanied by the wailing of resentful spirits, as if trying to drag him into it.

"Who am I?" he said, his eyelids jumping, but he fell into a long coma again.

However, the caravan of oxen escorted by the samurai apparently had more than one time, and within a few days, when the temperature of his forehead slowly dropped, he was finally thrown into the wooden shed at random again.

Perhaps because he was dizzy, one-armed, and good-looking, he was still classified as a young woman's "storage area" in order to prevent damage to the "material".

Obviously, the samurai were familiar with this, and they followed some kind of classification rules that had been established.

A group of ox carts slowly drove up the huge ship "Red Cloud Maru" with a wide deck, which was obviously the last batch.

When the last ox cart crossed the side of the boat, the ramp for walking was slowly retracted.

The ship hoisted its full sails, took the helm, and set sail for the east.

Inside the cab.

The mustachioed man wearing a samurai uniform and a meritorious medal on his left arm said casually: "It will take three or four days to reach Amaterasu Port, and this batch of materials is enough for more than half a year." ”

"Takeda, put your mind at peace and treat it as if this was a simple transport. ”

Seeing the young man on the other side who looked a little rough and didn't take care of his beard, but his eyes were thoughtful, the mustachioed man smiled and said, "Don't worry about sailing, this sea area has been proven to be safe, and those huge sea monsters will never appear." Speaking of which, ordinary people still don't know about the existence of those sea monsters, and only a future star of the imperial court like Takeda-kun is qualified to touch such information. ”

"Civilians who are not even qualified to use sabers are not qualified to know this information. ”

"Speaking of which, Takeda-kun's grandfather also made a lot of effort in the implementation of the knife ban, right? ”

This mustachioed man, who was at the helm with one hand and looked at various appearances on the table from time to time, was obviously a very talkative person.

"Takeda-kun... Takeda-kun?"

However, the bearded and wild boy had already slammed open the side door of the cab and reached the highest platform.

Feeling the salty, wet and cold sea breeze, he breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the land behind him that had turned into a black line, and took out a metal bottle from his arms, the bottle was flat, but the style was novel, and the word "Lie" was engraved on the silver bottle.

Takeda began to breathe rapidly as if he was asthma, then quickly uncorked the bottle, brought the cold bottle to his lips, and raised his head to take a big gulp.

A rich aroma quickly melts into the wind and then disappears.