People are dying on the pillar, and there is no misery at the beginning

Chapter 120 – Someone has to play the role of setting off the beauty

Soon, night falls.

The temperature outside has dropped sharply, and the residents who have been busy all day are starting to go home.

creak...

Shang Quannai pushed open the door and left the doctor's hall with warm lights. There were some happy laughter and conversation faintly coming from the doctor's hall.

pat.

He jumped onto the roof and sat next to the crows' small attic, looking up at the night sky covered by a faint blood-red enchantment.

"Karma! Master Shangquan!" The crows leaned over, and stood on the ridge next to Shang Quannai, looking up at the night sky together.

Shang Quannai casually stroked the crows beside him with his hands, raised his eyebrows, and lay down on the slanted roof.

In the depths of the night sky, a little bit of starlight can still be seen twinkling.

He raised his hand, placed it under the dark night sky, and looked at it carefully.

He can clearly perceive that his "humanity" is disappearing.

Since waking up, this sense of alienation has become more and more serious, and even Shang Quannai often feels that she does not belong here.

His temperament is gradually becoming cold, or nothingness.

The smiles, vigor, feelings for others, and desires for various things in the past seem to be turning into pieces and being torn apart bit by bit.

Like the quicksand between the fingers, I want to keep it but I can't do anything.

but.

There is a particular emotion that never seems to die or abate, or even grow stronger.

That is--

creak...

Shang Quannai clenched her raised fist tightly, veins popping up along the back of her hand, and a rare trace of anger appeared on her expressionless face.

——The long-cherished wish of killing Wu Mi.

……

the other side.

Sensoji Temple.

The female swordsman wearing dark yellow sleeves smeared red stood in front of Sensoji's "Kaminarimon" and looked left and right.

Several thick red pillars form the eight-legged gate of Qiqi structure. On both sides of the gate are enshrined the statues of "Wind God" and "Thunder God".

After confirming that no one was around, the female swordsman tiptoed, jumped over Kaminarimon, and entered Sensoji Temple.

Inside Sensoji Temple.

At this moment, Sensoji Temple has not been refurbished by the Tokugawa shogunate of later generations, so it looks not so grand, and even looks a little small.

Main shrine.

A dark golden Guanyin statue is quietly placed in the middle of the main hall.

The female swordsman frowned and went around behind the Guanyin statue. She looked at the bloodstains on the ground that seemed to be scratched desperately, and the blurred words in blood on the pillar next to it.

Whenever she came to this place, she always felt some inexplicable discomfort.

in particular--

She raised her head and looked at the only words that could be discerned on the pillar beside her.

Among the trembling, crumbling and fuzzy characters, there are a few characters that stand out and are neat, as if the writer finally stabilized his mind and wrote them down:

--"My wife".

"Tch!" The swordsman on the second winding saw the words "my wife", feeling depressed for a while!
With fierce eyes, she pulled out the strangely shaped saber from her waist, tensed her arms suddenly, and slashed towards the pillar like crazy!

Swish!Swish!Swish Swish Swish! !

With a few blood-red sword lights across the interior of Sensoji Temple.

boom! ! !
Several blood-stained pillars collapsed.

"...I'm sick of it."

The feathers on his body were blown by the wind.

The extended blade slowly retracted, she gritted her teeth and looked at the blood on the ground, and slowly retracted the blade into the scabbard.

In the yard.

A monk wearing a monk's robe closed his eyes. He heard the roar from the next door and folded his hands silently.

"……Amitabha."

……

Narrow Mist.

It's dawn.

Shang Quannai sat on the roof all night, thinking about many things.

In the current ghost killing team, the only ones who are really capable of killing ghosts may be himself and my wife Shancun who was struck by lightning.

It is too difficult to fight against evil spirits only with the human body.

Even the pillars with a human body that has been polished to the peak can hardly resist the evil spirits with all kinds of weird vampire techniques.

It can be seen from this mission operation that even in the daytime, both pillars were seriously injured.

If Shang Quannai came later, there might even be a sacrifice.

And in that ghost's pupils, he didn't even see the number "down string".

Speaking of which, it seems that the Twelve Ghost Moon appeared a little too early.

The Twelve Ghost Moons are the offline of the twelve "strongest ghosts" developed by Wu Mi in order to find the blue Bianhua.

It is divided into "upper string" and "lower string" based on the number "Lu".

Among them, the smaller the number, the stronger the fighting power, and the more blood you will get.

In other words, the ghost called "One of the Winding Strings" is the most powerful.

And the ghost of "Land of the Last String" is the weakest Ghost Moon.

In the original book, Wu Mi really began to develop his own offline, that is, the birth of the upper strings, probably during the Edo period.

The reason for the creation of the Twelve Ghost Moons was because Wu Mi was cut off by a genius swordsman wearing sun earrings.

Although it is not long since the Edo period.

And now Wu Mi... seems to have vaguely had the concept of making winding.

"The Ghost Killing Squad relying on me alone is definitely untenable... Do you want to give them blood?"

"Or...can I..."

Shang Quannai raised her head and looked at the gradually dawning sky. The light of dawn pierced through the dense darkness, like a pair of big hands parting the clouds.

Thinking about it, he bit his finger, took out a piece of bamboo from his clothes, and carved it with his fingernails stained with blood.

creak... creak...

Beside him, the crows were leaning against Shang Quannai, falling asleep in a deep sleep.

squeak...

The door of the doctor's hall was slowly pushed open, and the golden-yellow hair with the crimson corners came out first.

The man stood on the street with his hands on his hips and looked excitedly, looking left and right at the empty street.

Then he excitedly pulled out the wooden knife from his waist and began to wield it vigorously.

Swish!
Swish!
At this time, the purgatory Jinshourou who was sweating looked up and caught a glimpse of Shang Quanna sitting on the roof. He raised his hand and greeted Shang Quanna:

"Good morning! Your Excellency Kamizumi!"

Shang Quannai nodded slightly towards him.

Then he tied the bamboo piece carved in his hand to the ankle of a waking crow beside him, and patted the crow's body lightly: "Send this to the delivery house."

"Karma!" The crow nodded, then turned around and flapped its wings in the direction outside the barrier, and flew up.

Purgatory Renshoulang saw Shang Quannai letting the crows fly, and said familiarly:

"Your Excellency Kamizumi! Today is the day of the shrine festival!"

He pointed to the people on the street who gradually opened the windows and looked out: "Today is going to be a very lively day!"

Shang Quannai followed Purgatory Renshourou's finger and looked at the Sawu Mountain not far away, a vague sedan chair with many red lanterns hanging on it was slowly being lifted down.

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