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

Chapter 31 - The grace of dripping water should be repaid with a fist

in the courtyard.

The warrior behind the old man saw that the swordsman was bitten by the ghost and was about to be dragged into the cage, so he got up subconsciously.

Snapped!
But the old man with a solemn expression held down the burly warrior who was about to get up.

The old man stared at the swordsman who had lost his center of gravity, and shook his head slightly:
"wait."

……

"Boom!" The fangs in the evil ghost's mouth firmly bit the swordsman's sword, and under the violent tug, the sword actually burst open!
The fragments of the sword shattered everywhere, and the white blade refracted the sunlight in the darkness, flashing past the eyes of the swordsman, who subconsciously narrowed his eyes.

As the body lost its center of gravity, the swordsman looked at the evil ghost with his stinking mouth open, and his mind was in a trance.

next second!
"Pfft!!"

The evil spirit opened its mouth wide, taking advantage of the moment when the swordsman couldn't regain his footing and fell into the cage again!He bit his arm hard! !
"Hey!!!" The swordsman opened his eyes and screamed in pain. He clung to his bitten arm.

boom!
"Go to hell! Go to die!!"

Snapped!
The swordsman stepped on the edge of the cage with his foot, and with the only remaining sword hilt, he slammed the evil spirit's head with its arm bitten!
"Crack!" Seeing that the swordsman still had enough strength, the evil ghost fixed his eyes on him, and instantly snapped his mouth hard, biting his arm and breaking it!

"Ahhh!!!" The swordsman struggled and screamed frantically, but no one in the audience dared to step forward to help him.

Because of the pain in his arm, his whole body went limp, and he lay down directly in the cage, barely relying on the other hand to support his body and struggle.

Broken blades fell around, and every time the swordsman struggled, his body would cut through these sharp fragments, and his injuries became more and more serious.

Soon, he became a blood man.

"…real or fake…"

"That guy... is it Tom?"

"Can you do this kind of damage with your mouth? You are a good hand at practicing the three-sword style!"

"Hahaha! Great show!"

Everyone in the audience looked at each other, thinking that the swordsman was acting.

"Hey... help me..." The swordsman's blood gushed out from his wrist, and he gradually lost the strength to struggle and speak due to excessive blood loss.

Hearing the applause from the crowd in the courtyard, the swordsman was filled with unwillingness and anger, but he no longer had the energy to speak out to prove himself.

And the swordsman's hand was twisting at a strange angle, and he lay half unconscious in the cage.

Blood splashed all over the wooden floor of the house, continuously flowing along the wood grain.

"Gudu! Gudu!" A large amount of blood flowed down the swordsman's arm and poured into the evil ghost's mouth, and the thin and boned evil ghost instantly became full!
Power is constantly pouring into the body, the originally dry body gradually becomes full, and the body also becomes strong.

Blood dripped from the corner of the evil ghost's mouth. He grabbed the swordsman's broken arm and dragged him into a dark cage!
The evil spirit squinted at those people standing in the sun and taunting them loudly. He opened his mouth full of saliva, and sticky saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth.

He put his other hand on the swordsman's head.

"Thank you for providing me with the long-lost flesh and strength..."

"Fuck!" The evil ghost stretched out its long tongue and licked around his blood-stained mouth.

"In return."

"I will let you clearly see how you were eaten."

The ghost's saliva drips on the swordsman The swordsman is full of terror:
"Starting from the arm, I will pay attention to your blood loss, and you will definitely not pass out."

"And then the chest... one bite at a time..."

"At the end, you can see your heart beating under the membrane of your ribs."

The evil ghost lowered his head while whispering, and looked at the swordsman whose pupils were trembling violently.

The latter's lips were pale and he had completely lost his strength.

At this moment, endless regret welled up in my heart.

"...This is... a ghost..."

Tears welled up in the corners of the swordsman's eyes, and the tears mixed with blood, turning into an indistinct red viscous liquid.

"I don't want to die..."

"Who can help me……"

The light in the swordsman's eyes gradually disappeared. He lowered his other hand, closed his eyes weakly, and quietly waited for death to come.

Finally, at this time, someone in the audience noticed something was wrong.

The huge smell of blood blew through the courtyard through the breeze, making almost everyone's expressions change.

"Wait! Patriarch! If it's acting! There's no need to use real human blood!"

Someone immediately stood up and began to criticize the expressionless Mibuyashiki Patriarch next to him.

The man spoke righteously and didn't mention a word about his loud laughter just now.

The owner of Ubuyashiki covered his nose slightly with his sleeve, looked at the shouting person, and choked for a while.

"You misunderstood, I never said what kind of show it was."

The head of the Ubuyashiki family smiled at the man and said:

"And, I also reminded this swordsman that there is a possibility of death in battle."

"Fighting ogres must be something you will often encounter in the future, no matter where you are."

"This ghosting is like a plague..."

The owner of Ubuyashiki wanted to continue talking, but his clothes were ripped twice, and he subconsciously turned his head to look into the house.

"Father."

Inside the room, a little boy in a white kimono with white cloth strips tied over his eyes was kneeling on the ground, two lines of tears soaked the cloth strips and flowed down his cheeks.

He was holding the head of the house with one hand, opened his cracked lips, squirmed his throat up and down, and said in a hoarse voice tremblingly:

"Father...help him..."

"He... is very pitiful...!"

Saying that, the boy turned his face to the direction of the Patriarch, he raised his head, and seemed to be looking at the Patriarch through the bandage:

"Help him...he's in pain!"

"Please..."

The boy's tears dripped down on the floor, and his finger pointed at the swordsman who was struggling weakly inside the cage.

The Patriarch turned his head, closed his eyes helplessly, and sighed.

"Zhuo Ye, as the head of the family, you too, you must not indulge your kindness like this."

"...This is not an example."

Saying that, the owner of the Ubuyashiki waved his hand and gave some instructions to the samurai beside him.

The ghost in the cage saw the boy pointing here, snorted angrily, then opened his mouth wide, and was about to bite down on the swordsman's head!

"What a disappointment! I can only send you on your way quickly!"

The stench came from the ghost's wide-open mouth one after another, and the swordsman barely opened his eyes, full of despair in his heart.

This time!

There was an exclamation from outside the courtyard!

"Master Swordsman! You can't enter here without a summoning order!!"

"Master Swordsman! Please stop! Otherwise we will be violent!"

"sword…!"

boom!
"Puff!"

boom! !

A huge shock came from outside the courtyard. It seemed that something had bombarded the ground. Countless smoke and dust were raised, and the dust could be seen even from this side of the wall.

creak-

The courtyard door was pushed open.

A person carried another figure on his back and walked out from behind the door.

From the gap beside the two of them, one can vaguely see that there seems to be a huge pothole outside the door.

"Finally caught up."

(End of this chapter)