messenger from the wasteland
Chapter 35 Ksitigarbha
Chapter 35 Ksitigarbha
"Ha, ha, ha..."
In a dense forest, a man in a samurai uniform hurried through a bush.
He looked embarrassed, panting heavily.His expression was panicked, his clothes were disheveled, and there was a knife wound on his leg, which was bleeding profusely, making his steps bumpy and unsteady.
He was running for his life, but even with all his strength, the bone-deep knife wound on his leg kept him from moving.
Blood was stained on the bushes he passed through, and dripped among the dead leaves on the road. The whole forest was filled with the smell of blood, revealing his traces.
He couldn't escape, maybe he himself understood this, that's why the heart in his chest was beating so fast, that's why his breathing was so fast, and that's why he was so scared.
"boom!"
The man's foot tripped over a dead vine, his pupils constricted, and the expression on his face became more frightened, but there was nothing he could do.
The body suddenly lost its center of gravity, and the whole person fell forward to the ground, in front of a dead tree.
The man gritted his teeth, opened his eyes dryly, and scratched the ground in front of him with his palms, as if he wanted to stand up again.
At this time, footsteps came from behind him.
It was the sound of unhurried footsteps, and a person walked along the path he had walked.
The man was wearing a tattered khaki hat and a loose cloth with his chest exposed and a straw dangling from his mouth.A brown-red sword is slung around his waist, symbolizing that he is a swordsman.
The weirdly dressed swordsman raised his feet, stepped over the blood-stained bushes, and slowly walked towards the man who fell to the ground.
"Ah, ah, don't, don't come, don't come."
The man who fell on the ground spoke hoarsely, dragging his injured leg along the ground, trying to stay away from the people walking behind him.
But he failed to get what he wanted. The swordsman wearing a bamboo hat had already walked behind him and stepped on his back.
The man was trampled on the ground, like an ant being trampled under his feet. He wanted to escape, but he couldn't even stand up.In the previous chase, all his strength has been exhausted, and now he can only lie on the ground, grabbing the dead leaves on the ground with his hands.
The swordsman wearing a bamboo hat lowered his eyes, under the shadow of the bamboo hat, those eyes were indifferent.
With a sound of slow rubbing, he drew out the sword at his waist. The blade of the sword reflected cold light in the dark dense forest, illuminating the face of the man on the ground.
"No, please, don't kill me." The man's voice was almost crying, and he begged without dignity, only asking the other party to save his life.
The swordsman's sword stopped in mid-air.
The man thought he was going to spare his life, and let out a sigh of relief in a cold sweat.
But the next moment, the swordsman's indifferent voice sounded.
"Ten years ago, you had a quarrel with a person, and you drew your sword to kill someone in a moment of displeasure. Did you spare his life?"
"Six years ago, you got drunk and made trouble. You killed two people and injured one in the street. Did you spare the other life?"
"Three years ago, you took money from someone and killed a family for him. Did you spare your life?"
As if he knew everything, he told the man's past events one by one under the man's horrified eyes.
In the end, the swordsman stopped talking. He stared into the man's eyes and said with a sigh.
"There are too many, I don't remember the rest, you go to the Hall of Yama to count the crimes yourself."
After speaking, the sword in his hand fell.
"No, no!" The man wanted to say something more, but this time the blade didn't intend to stop at all.
"prick!"
There was a sound of piercing into the flesh, and the sword pierced the man's back.
"Cough, ho, ho..." Blood flowed from the man's mouth, and he lowered his head silently with a distorted expression.
The swordsman drew out his sword, wiped the blood on the sword with his hand, dropped the straw in his mouth, and walked away slowly.
In the dense forest, only a corpse and a blood-stained rice stalk were left.
A tattered khaki-colored hat, a wide cloth, a straw dangling from his mouth, and a brown-red sword at his waist.
A person dressed like this has only recently appeared in people's eyes.
By the time he was known, he had killed dozens of famous samurai for crimes they had committed in the past.
People call this person Ksitigarbha, but no one can tell whether he is really called Ksitigarbha, or whether he has always been called Ksitigarbha.People only know that he will find the criminal with the crime and kill him.
Whether Ksitigarbha is a good person or a wicked person, no one can say clearly.
He is said to be a good person because most of the people he killed were damned people who had committed damned crimes.
But he is said to be a villain because every time he came to the door with a knife, he ransacked his house and wiped out his words.He will kill old people and women, he said, this is to pay off karma.
The only thing he doesn't kill is children, because in his opinion, children don't carry karma.
In short, Dizang is a paranoid person, he insists on the justice in his heart.When he thinks you deserve to die, he'll find you and kill you.
He has a saying that is often on the lips.
"For the rest of my life, there will always be a time to pay back."
······
In a tavern on the side of the road.
"The shopkeeper has a bowl of wine." Dizang put his bamboo hat on the table and called to the shopkeeper in the shop.
"Okay, wait a minute." The shopkeeper responded and went to the back to pour the wine.
Not long after, a bowl of sake was delivered to Jizo.
Dizang picked up the wine bowl, looked at his own reflection in the wine, the focus in his eyes slightly expanded.
Those with swords on their waists are warriors, among them there are heroes, prodigal sons, swordsmen, but there are also scum.The scum acts recklessly with a sharp knife in his hand, and takes people's lives based on his temporary likes and dislikes. Such people should not have a foothold in the world.
Dizang has always thought so.
Some people say that if he kills people like this, isn't he also a scum?
Ksitigarbha replied that if someone could take his life, he would give it to him.
But before that, he wanted to ask the world for an explanation.
In this world, demons dance their claws and monsters run amok, someone should ask for an explanation.
Picking up the wine bowl, raising his head, Jizo drank the sake in one gulp.The wine dripped down the corner of his mouth, and his throat and stomach were like a fire.
He wiped his mouth, put down a few copper coins on the table, picked up the bamboo hat, put it on his head, and left with his sword in hand.
He was going to find the next person, the next person he was going to kill.
(End of this chapter)
"Ha, ha, ha..."
In a dense forest, a man in a samurai uniform hurried through a bush.
He looked embarrassed, panting heavily.His expression was panicked, his clothes were disheveled, and there was a knife wound on his leg, which was bleeding profusely, making his steps bumpy and unsteady.
He was running for his life, but even with all his strength, the bone-deep knife wound on his leg kept him from moving.
Blood was stained on the bushes he passed through, and dripped among the dead leaves on the road. The whole forest was filled with the smell of blood, revealing his traces.
He couldn't escape, maybe he himself understood this, that's why the heart in his chest was beating so fast, that's why his breathing was so fast, and that's why he was so scared.
"boom!"
The man's foot tripped over a dead vine, his pupils constricted, and the expression on his face became more frightened, but there was nothing he could do.
The body suddenly lost its center of gravity, and the whole person fell forward to the ground, in front of a dead tree.
The man gritted his teeth, opened his eyes dryly, and scratched the ground in front of him with his palms, as if he wanted to stand up again.
At this time, footsteps came from behind him.
It was the sound of unhurried footsteps, and a person walked along the path he had walked.
The man was wearing a tattered khaki hat and a loose cloth with his chest exposed and a straw dangling from his mouth.A brown-red sword is slung around his waist, symbolizing that he is a swordsman.
The weirdly dressed swordsman raised his feet, stepped over the blood-stained bushes, and slowly walked towards the man who fell to the ground.
"Ah, ah, don't, don't come, don't come."
The man who fell on the ground spoke hoarsely, dragging his injured leg along the ground, trying to stay away from the people walking behind him.
But he failed to get what he wanted. The swordsman wearing a bamboo hat had already walked behind him and stepped on his back.
The man was trampled on the ground, like an ant being trampled under his feet. He wanted to escape, but he couldn't even stand up.In the previous chase, all his strength has been exhausted, and now he can only lie on the ground, grabbing the dead leaves on the ground with his hands.
The swordsman wearing a bamboo hat lowered his eyes, under the shadow of the bamboo hat, those eyes were indifferent.
With a sound of slow rubbing, he drew out the sword at his waist. The blade of the sword reflected cold light in the dark dense forest, illuminating the face of the man on the ground.
"No, please, don't kill me." The man's voice was almost crying, and he begged without dignity, only asking the other party to save his life.
The swordsman's sword stopped in mid-air.
The man thought he was going to spare his life, and let out a sigh of relief in a cold sweat.
But the next moment, the swordsman's indifferent voice sounded.
"Ten years ago, you had a quarrel with a person, and you drew your sword to kill someone in a moment of displeasure. Did you spare his life?"
"Six years ago, you got drunk and made trouble. You killed two people and injured one in the street. Did you spare the other life?"
"Three years ago, you took money from someone and killed a family for him. Did you spare your life?"
As if he knew everything, he told the man's past events one by one under the man's horrified eyes.
In the end, the swordsman stopped talking. He stared into the man's eyes and said with a sigh.
"There are too many, I don't remember the rest, you go to the Hall of Yama to count the crimes yourself."
After speaking, the sword in his hand fell.
"No, no!" The man wanted to say something more, but this time the blade didn't intend to stop at all.
"prick!"
There was a sound of piercing into the flesh, and the sword pierced the man's back.
"Cough, ho, ho..." Blood flowed from the man's mouth, and he lowered his head silently with a distorted expression.
The swordsman drew out his sword, wiped the blood on the sword with his hand, dropped the straw in his mouth, and walked away slowly.
In the dense forest, only a corpse and a blood-stained rice stalk were left.
A tattered khaki-colored hat, a wide cloth, a straw dangling from his mouth, and a brown-red sword at his waist.
A person dressed like this has only recently appeared in people's eyes.
By the time he was known, he had killed dozens of famous samurai for crimes they had committed in the past.
People call this person Ksitigarbha, but no one can tell whether he is really called Ksitigarbha, or whether he has always been called Ksitigarbha.People only know that he will find the criminal with the crime and kill him.
Whether Ksitigarbha is a good person or a wicked person, no one can say clearly.
He is said to be a good person because most of the people he killed were damned people who had committed damned crimes.
But he is said to be a villain because every time he came to the door with a knife, he ransacked his house and wiped out his words.He will kill old people and women, he said, this is to pay off karma.
The only thing he doesn't kill is children, because in his opinion, children don't carry karma.
In short, Dizang is a paranoid person, he insists on the justice in his heart.When he thinks you deserve to die, he'll find you and kill you.
He has a saying that is often on the lips.
"For the rest of my life, there will always be a time to pay back."
······
In a tavern on the side of the road.
"The shopkeeper has a bowl of wine." Dizang put his bamboo hat on the table and called to the shopkeeper in the shop.
"Okay, wait a minute." The shopkeeper responded and went to the back to pour the wine.
Not long after, a bowl of sake was delivered to Jizo.
Dizang picked up the wine bowl, looked at his own reflection in the wine, the focus in his eyes slightly expanded.
Those with swords on their waists are warriors, among them there are heroes, prodigal sons, swordsmen, but there are also scum.The scum acts recklessly with a sharp knife in his hand, and takes people's lives based on his temporary likes and dislikes. Such people should not have a foothold in the world.
Dizang has always thought so.
Some people say that if he kills people like this, isn't he also a scum?
Ksitigarbha replied that if someone could take his life, he would give it to him.
But before that, he wanted to ask the world for an explanation.
In this world, demons dance their claws and monsters run amok, someone should ask for an explanation.
Picking up the wine bowl, raising his head, Jizo drank the sake in one gulp.The wine dripped down the corner of his mouth, and his throat and stomach were like a fire.
He wiped his mouth, put down a few copper coins on the table, picked up the bamboo hat, put it on his head, and left with his sword in hand.
He was going to find the next person, the next person he was going to kill.
(End of this chapter)
You'll Also Like
-
Pokemon, a genius scientist who traveled from one piece
Chapter 263 11 hours ago -
Mortal Alchemy
Chapter 383 11 hours ago -
The evil witch BOSS just wants to develop in a low profile
Chapter 119 11 hours ago -
Elf, a genius scientist who traveled from one piece
Chapter 262 17 hours ago -
Lingxu, Sword Coffin, Blind Swordsman
Chapter 2269 17 hours ago -
Wasteland Development Diary
Chapter 448 17 hours ago -
In the Apocalypse, Hoarding Supplies with the System's Hundredfold Critical Hits
Chapter 157 22 hours ago -
On the day of the genocide, the parents of the Supreme Divine Dynasty came to
Chapter 536 22 hours ago -
Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts
Chapter 111 22 hours ago -
After deciding to give up, I became popular
Chapter 169 22 hours ago