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

Chapter 125 – Promised to be together

Inside the doctor's hall.

It was getting dusk outside.

The light in the lobby is also slowly dimming.

"Ah, that's right."

"Reminder, this amount of blood is not enough to turn you into ghosts."

Shang Quannai suddenly remembered something, and he softly reminded a few hesitant Zhu, with a subtle expression on his face.

After hearing Shang Quanna's words, the indistinct repulsion in the expressions of the pillars was much less, and Kazama Naruya and Minzutsukishiro even froze for a moment.

Purgatory Renshoulang looked left and right at the other pillars who were hesitating to pick up the container, and smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth.

Taking Shang Quannai to the headquarters, he is naturally quite aware of the strength gap between "ghosts" and "humans".

What he saw with his own eyes was that flattened mountain top, which was an essentially insurmountable peak between humans and ghosts.

After witnessing that incident with his own eyes, Purgatory Renshourou began to exercise crazily, desperately honing his sword skills, and constantly mastered the sword shape.

As if possessed by a demon, he flipped through ancient books, practiced swordsmanship, and worked hard.

During this period of time, he even created the following three types for the family-inherited sword skills that only had the Wu Zhi type!

The broken wooden knives hoarded at home have piled up into hills, and his wife even thought he was crazy.

He felt guilty, but he couldn't stop.

He felt the limit.

Belonging to the limits of human beings, the insurmountable limit.

Even if he took another step forward, his whole body would collapse to the limit of shattering.

This seems to be a restriction, completely eliminating the possibility of his progress.

Purgatory Renshoulang recalled the past, his father, and his wife in his mind, and he took a deep breath.

In order to protect... relatives, companions.

only…

Get stronger!

Snapped!
With the red flame of faith burning in his eyes, he grabbed the plate in front of him and raised it to his mouth!
Lift it up!
Gum!Gum!
Blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth, and as Purgatory Renshourou moved his throat up and down, he swallowed all the blood in the dish into his body.

Bang!

"Hoo! Hoo!"

Slamming the empty plate on the table with one hand, Purgatory Jinshourou took a few deep breaths, and then stood up somewhat uncontrollably.

Staggering backwards.

creak...

Blue veins bulged along the blood vessels, and Shang Quannai's blood slowly seeped from the esophagus, and the warm feeling quickly swam through the body of Purgatory Ren Shoulang.

"Cough ho!" He bowed with a ferocious expression, opened his mouth suddenly and coughed a few times, his saliva flowed out uncontrollably and dripped on the ground.

pat, pat.

"Hey...!!"

He leaned against the wall, roaring ferociously.

The blue veins in the neck climbed up along the way.

"Hey! Renshoulang! Are you okay!" The pillars all looked at Purgatory Renshoulang very worriedly, feeling a burst of worry in their hearts.

"You bastard...!" Minazuki Shiro looked at Purgatory Jinjurou anxiously, he stood up and looked at him worriedly.

A little too impulsive!
Shui Wu Yuebai was extremely anxious.

Only Jiichiro and my wife Zencun looked at each other with some doubts, and at the same time looked at Minazukishiro who stood up with doubts.

After a while.

Purgatory Renshourou lay half-kneeled on the ground, panting heavily.

"Ha...ha..." Purgatory Renshoulang's back was soaked in sweat, and a bean-sized sweat dripped from his forehead to the ground.

He straightened up slowly, trying to get up from the ground.

The muscles that were trembling just now suddenly became stronger.

The vision in front of him is also becoming clear at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The bones all over his body suddenly exploded. He took two deep breaths in surprise, and then clenched his fists.

creak...

"hiss--!"

After feeling the difference from his fist, Purgatory Renshourou's chest rose and fell slightly. He took a deep breath and pulled out the wooden knife at his waist.

Swish!
Then, looking sharply at the air in front of him, he quickly waved the wooden knife in his hand!

【One Type · Shiranui】!
Swish!
The figure of Purgatory Renshoulang turned into an afterimage and disappeared in place in an instant!

Invisible!
In the shocked eyes of all the pillars, Purgatory Ren Shoulang appeared at the door of the doctor's hall almost instantly!
Swish!
And drew out a knife concisely and powerfully!

Afterwards, he slowly put the wooden knife back into its sheath, turned his head with piercing eyes, and looked at the other pillars.

At this moment, his golden and crimson hair was swaying slightly in the light of the sunset behind him, shining brightly.

The pupils, which are obviously backlit, seem to be bursting with light at this moment.

At this moment, Renshoulang in Purgatory has regained his calm.

At this time.

pat.

A few meters behind Purgatory Renshoulang, the fabric that was originally used as the curtain of the doctor's hall was suddenly divided into two neatly horizontally from the middle, and slowly fell down.

All the pillars turned their heads in a daze, and looked at the blood container in front of them.

"Please."

Shang Quannai smiled slightly, and made a gesture of invitation to several pillars.

……

……

the other side.

The sky is getting dusk and the sun is slowly setting.

in the wooden house.

A little light is projected into the room along the gap of the wooden door, slightly illuminating the scene inside the house.

"...my brother, he is such a person."

"Gentle, kind, ambitious, and always has the value of his own existence... a great person."

The man's voice slowly fell silent in the dimly lit room.

He lowered his eyes and looked gently at his sleeping wife who was leaning on his shoulder and breathing evenly.

He helped his wife lightly, let her lie down in a comfortable position, and gently touched his wife's swollen belly.

He was looking tenderly at the child in his wife's womb.

Then, he stood up slowly, sat on the edge of the tatami, and put on his foot bag.

Putting on the piccolo, the man went to the door, stuck a few rough iron rods firmly in the doorway, and returned to the tatami after confirming that it was firm.

He lay on the tatami, took off his haori, covered it on the futon, then got into the futon and turned his head.

He stretched out his hand and gently stroked his lover's face.

The man looked at his wife's sleeping face, and a trace of sleepiness welled up in his heart.

This is the life he wants.

He was imprisoned since he was a child, and he has never had much contact with the outside world.

This also led to his heart, which has always been calm and simple, only yearning for the most ordinary and happy life.

Although the house was very dark, in the eyes of the man, it was extremely clear.

At this time, the wife muttered in a daze, whispering something:
"Well...it's been...a long time since we took a walk together..."

"Wait until the child...is born...we..."

"Three together..."

He was taken aback for a moment, then held his wife's little hand, and slowly closed his eyes.

"It's agreed."

"Um……"

In a dim room.

The man's other hand.

Tightly holding the piccolo wrapped in cloth.

"must."

……

Quiet cabin outside.

A small path decorated with bamboo and flowers extends along the dense forest all the way to the bottom of the mountain.

(End of this chapter)