Sauichiro: rebuilding Ashina from the obliteration of the pillar

Chapter 142 Live forever

There was a dead silence on the top of Peach Mountain.

Even if there is an occasional gust of wind, it can't make a wave here, and there is no sorrow blown away, only ashes.

Undead Kawa Minami knelt beside the corpse with his head down, staring blankly at the deformed piece of meat; Katsuno Kurosawa stood close behind him, holding the former's shoulder with a sad expression.

Not far behind him, Butterfly Chana Hui's eyes were red, and the teardrops hanging from the corners of her eyes had not yet dried up.

Only Yoshiyuki Tomioka looked calm.

He couldn't read the atmosphere well, so he chose to speak suddenly to break the deadlock.

"On the bright side, at least he didn't turn into a ghost."

As soon as this remark came out, except for Butterfly Kanae who knew his nature very well, everyone else looked at him with a hint of complaint and annoyance in their expressions.

But Tomioka Yoshiyuki couldn't recognize this expression, so he ignored Butterfly Kanae's eye reminder and continued to speak on his own.

"It was he who killed Mr. Naruto before and turned into a ghost, which means that if one of the winding ones also turns him into a ghost...we are almost impossible to be his opponent."

"That's probably the worst possible outcome."

Tomioka Yoshiyuki actually wanted to comfort everyone. The current result looks bad, but when he thinks that there will be worse results, the current situation seems acceptable.

But this method of consolation is similar to comforting a child without shoes: You see that others have no feet, so you should be content with just having no shoes.

In short, an ineffective and false form of comfort.

And often self-defeating, become the fuse to anger others.

Especially when the person speaking is not likable, or even not integrated into the circle.

"Mr. Tomioka..."

Butterfly Chana Hui, as a doctor, naturally knows the consequences of righteous courage's words.

She was just about to remind her, but a gust of wind had already passed by her, messing up the butterfly wing pattern feathers on her body.

Tomioka Yoshiyuki's face was as calm as water, and he easily waved away the fist that Undead River slammed into his face.

"what are you doing?"

He asked puzzledly, his deep blue eyes looked at each other's almost cracked pupils without showing any weakness, as if some kind of wrestling was going on between the iceberg and the volcano.

He still didn't understand why Undead Chuan was angry.

"You dead trash, standing next to other people's corpses, talking about nonsensical things?"

Undead Chuan roared angrily, and launched fists and kicks one after another towards Tomioka Yoshiyuki.

"Obviously we are the pillars of the Ghost Killing Team, why did he, an irrelevant person, sacrifice himself!"

"Didn't you successfully block that guy's slash before? Why couldn't you do it just now, and let us be blown away!"

"If you can't even take the body back, how can you explain to his family!"

Undead Kawagoe became angrier as he spoke, and the attack speed on his hands and feet became faster and faster, but Yoshiyuki Tomioka took them all with a calm face.

Faced with Undead Kawa Minya's accusation, he fell silent, and began to think along this line of thought in his heart.

If he could comprehend a little more of what Miss Yongzhen taught him...

Maybe Genichiro wouldn't die in such a horrible way today.

He didn't dare to look at the pile of flesh and blood that was gradually disintegrating, especially considering that the other party was still a child.

Thinking of his original appearance, and seeing the shapeless thing in front of him, it is really hard to accept it intellectually.

In addition, these days, he is learning the two postures of "climbing carp" and "descending carp" with Butterfly Kanae at Butterfly House, and he has also become friends with Kuro who likes to play chess.

As Immortal Kawa Minya said, how would I tell Kuro the news of his brother's death.

Thinking of this, he slowed down the movement of resisting with his hands, causing Undead Kawasami's fist to take advantage of the gap and slammed hard on his right cheek.

That was a punch from the pillar.

Fu Gang Yiyong, who was not particularly heavy, was sent flying out without any surprise.

Seeing this, Butterfly Kanae and Kakino Kuajin hurried over to stop them.

But Gu Yingzhong swears that when they saw Ke Yekuang approaching, they secretly kicked Fu Gang Yiyong.

But this also led to the fact that there were only the two of them left next to Genichiro's corpse—if it was still a corpse.

Unlike those few people who were either sad or angry, the two of them were as calm as ever.

"You found it too."

Guying Zhongjia said, "Those guys in the underground Buddhist hall who failed to integrate ghost blood will generally complete their body cracking within 1 minute, turn into a paste-like thing within 5 minutes, and turn into ash-like residue in about 10 minutes."

"But Genichiro-sama has been reacting for almost half an hour, but he is still in the stage of muscle breakdown."

"Does this mean that he still has hope?"

Before their mission today, they had been serving as the bodyguards of the research monks in the underground temple, and they were also the training partners of the two ghosts.

Speaking of the understanding of blood fusion experiments, I am afraid they are second only to those researchers.

"...It is possible."

Guying Zhongyi put forward a hypothesis, "Could it be that Mr. Genichiro made any preparations before he fell?"

As he said that, he suddenly squatted down and pulled out the ninja hand that was pressed under the flesh and blood.

They didn't do this when the members of the Ghost Killing Squad were there before, but now those members are huddled together and have no time to take care of this, instead giving them a chance.

"There is something."

Guying Zhongjia found that the prosthetic hand was clenched tightly, and there were obvious reflections in the gaps between the fingers, so he quickly pointed it out.

Guying Zhongyi quickly separated the fingers of the prosthetic hand.

An empty vial was lying alone in the palm of the ninja prosthetic hand.

"This is……"

The two looked at each other and found the surprise in each other's eyes.

This is a special vial used to contain the transformed ghost king's blood, and it is easy to identify.

"Did Senichiro take the modified blood before losing consciousness?"

Judging from the situation, it is generally true that this is the case.

But the two still remembered that none of those supernatural ghosts who knew the blood ghost technique could survive after taking the transformed ghost king's blood.And the guy who first absorbs the modified blood to become a ghost, and then absorbs the original ghost king's blood, the ending is the same.

In short, the mixed use of the two kinds of blood will cause the body to become a battlefield for parasites such as blood.

Soon, related experiments were defined by Dao Ce as worthless research. Apart from wasting rare blood, the only contribution was the tragic death of the subjects.

The two lonely shadows did not expect that Genichiro would dare to take such a risk.

But looking back, this is exactly what Genichiro would do in a desperate situation.

"At present, all the experimental products have turned into ghosts." Guying Zhongjia analyzed, "For example, Mr. Genichiro was infected with two kinds of blood at the same time. We don't know the specific situation."

He pointed to the slowly changing corpse.

"But at least, doing so does delay the deterioration."

"Do you have any idea?"

Guying Zhongyi asked directly.

"If we can delay the deterioration until tomorrow morning."

Guying Zhongjia said, "Maybe there is still hope that the sun can purify the blood of the two ghost kings and save Mr. Genichiro."

"Or simply reduced to ashes."

Gu Yingzhong then added himself: "But everything is better than nothing."

"The question now is," the solitary shadow crowd looked at the noisy Zhu, "what should we do to delay the time?"

……

Meanwhile, out of nowhere.

Genichiro tore off a section of his trousers, wrapped it around his broken left arm to tie the wound tightly, his face turned pale for a while, obviously the prosthetic hand could bring him in.

The world he lived in was a vast expanse of whiteness, as if in a thick fog.

From time to time, red or black ghosts appeared beside him, attacking him suddenly.

But if he leaves the battlefield in time, the red and black ghosts will fight like sworn enemies and cancel each other out.

He probably knew that he should be in the spiritual world, and the red shadow was the consciousness of the original ghost king's blood; and the black shadow was the consciousness of the transformed blood.This place has also become their battlefield.

It seems that he drank the bottle of blood before completely losing consciousness, which really delayed him a lot of time.

However, he was still wounded.

Because the amount of modified blood he drank was not enough to match the ghost king's blood poured into his heart by Hei Si Mou, all the red shadows who always had spare time suddenly appeared to attack him.

Maybe it's because of the spiritual world, almost every Hong Ying is as powerful as Zhu.Genichiro, who has only one arm, always looks a bit stretched when fighting with him.

Especially when the severed arm was still bleeding, his own strength was declining visible to the naked eye.

He had just tied up the wound, when he suddenly felt a light noise above his head, lifting up Tie Liuyun was a whirlwind of dust, cutting, like a tornado smashing the red shadow falling from the sky.

Perhaps the only consolation here is that the enemies are strong on offense but have little defense.

As long as you get rid of him before the opponent hits you, there will be no danger.

But Genichiro knew that before long, he would naturally lose all his strength.

At that time, he can only hang his neck and be killed.

For example, the tornado just set off, its coverage area is more than a circle smaller than when it first came in.

However, just when he thought that he had just dealt with an enemy and had a chance to breathe, four red blood shadows suddenly sprang out from his front, back, left, and right sides at the same time.

"Is Oni Wu Tsuji's consciousness turned from embarrassment to anger?"

A black shadow appeared and entangled one of them, but the remaining three could only be solved by Genichiro himself.

Three red blood shadows swarmed up, attacking Genichiro's neck, waist and vest from three directions respectively.

Just when the three were about to succeed, Genichiro Nobu turned his body and shot three wind blades, killing the three at the same time.

But unfortunately, his vest was accidentally scratched, leaving three wounds that were neither deep nor shallow.

Moreover, the three-shaped type, Seiran Fuki, who consumed a lot of energy, made him feel dizzy for a while.

If he had just used Feidu Vortex Cloud, although he would not be injured, it is very likely that he would directly collapse from exhaustion.

"I can no longer use the sword type—"

Genichiro leaned on the sword and knelt on the ground with one knee, the blood from the broken left hand dripped onto the white mist-like ground without making any sound.

Perhaps because he sensed his weakness, this time, eight red blood shadows directly appeared in the white mist and attacked him!
Every red shadow reveals a hollow and evil mockery.

"Is this the end?"

Genichiro's tired eyes showed a trace of bitterness, "Another futile struggle?"

He said so, but when the enemy came in front of him, he once again set off the fine wind blade and smashed several enemies in front of him.

"Five Types: Rising to the Dust Cloud."

As a price, a sharp claw was stabbed into his waist and back respectively.

And the sharp claws were still churning inside his body, pulling his internal organs like a hook in a slaughterhouse.

It hurts, but Genichiro no longer has the strength to shout out to vent this severe discomfort, his head hangs down weakly.

He glanced at the wound from the corner of his eye, but found that the red shadow quickly transformed into a rust-red iron chain with infinite eyes, extending into the depths of the white mist, with no end in sight.

Since then, Genichiro has completely lost the ability to resist, and the black shadows that appear from time to time will be quickly wiped out by the red shadows, and they will disappear completely in a short while.Genichiro understands that this means that the consciousness of reforming blood has been completely eliminated.

Just like that, one after another the sharp red claws pierced into his chest, abdomen, thighs, and ankles, and then turned into iron hooks to wrap around his bones and internal organs.

In the end, the owners of those sharp claws all turned into the strong and ancient iron chains, stretching out to unknown areas.

Genichiro didn't die, but he vaguely understood.

After a while, these loose iron chains will be directly tightened by the things on the other side of the white mist.

And his body was broken into several pieces as if being dismembered by five horses.

However, judging from the current number of iron chains, it is at least a few hundred yuan.

This also means that the first step in absorbing the ghost king's blood - body disintegration will be completed.

After that, it was completely dissolved, and finally turned into ashes.

"ash……"

In desperation, Genichiro joked, "It would be great if we could call a Sun Knight to help."

"help?"

Suddenly, another voice sounded in the white mist, that voice was full of arrogance and contempt, but the voice was just like himself.

Genichiro raised his head, and countless red blood shadows flew out from the depths of the white mist, gathered together, and formed a figure without a left arm in front of him.

Although it looked like just a red silhouette, Genichiro recognized it, and this was exactly what he looked like.

But the tone of his speech reminded Genichiro of Kibu Tsuji.

"No other 'people' will help you last time, and this time will be the same."

Hongying grabbed Genichiro's chin and said bewitchingly, "But I can."

[Is it the consciousness parasitized in the blood by Oni Wu Tsuji? ] Xianichiro thought to himself.

[Also read my previous memory? 】

"Although I don't know what the black guy's is, it offsets a part of the excess blood, which is enough to make your bones disappear, and the remaining part is enough to make you a winding."

"Now, you have two options."

"Either choose to disintegrate the body now and die completely, or choose to become my servant and serve me forever."

"As a reward, you can live forever."

　This is just the consciousness of blood, not Onimai Tsuji's own consciousness

　　
　
(End of this chapter)