“Ugh!”

In the tearing and howling wind, mixed with a muffled snort.

Soon, with the disappearance of Takeshi Sakamoto, the restless wind gradually stopped, and pieces of dead leaves fell to the ground.

When the last tornado stopped, a figure…

Also quietly out of the darkness.

“Mr. Sakamoto, can you tell the truth now?”

Beidou’s eyes narrowed into a slit, and it was clear that it was a discussion, but his tone was truly unassailable.

After all, under his sword is Takeshi Sakamoto sitting cross-legged.

He has already lost.

With an invincible attitude, he lost to the newcomer in his eyes.

Looking closely, Lord Feng Zhu, who was just talking about his old man’s youthful madness, fell to the point of being bruised and weak.

However, all the while, he did not let go of the Nikkawa knife.

“You… Want to know what? ”

When Sakamoto raised his head, he could observe that his eyes were filled with disbelief.

Especially when it falls on Beidou, it seems to be facing a monster.

A newly promoted column… He was able to ignore the wind pressure he created and directly attack himself.

This power has long transcended the scope of human beings.

However, Beidou cannot be a ghost.

“Mr. Sakamoto, it’s all this time, do you still want to shield two fallen apprentices?”

The moment he heard these words, Sakamoto’s pupils suddenly tightened.

“You, what do you want to say?”

On the other hand, the butterfly sisters finally realized something.

Looking at the empty bamboo forest, the butterfly couldn’t help but sigh: “Damn, let those two guys run.” ”

“Hokuto-kun, you mean…”

Looking at Kanae’s complicated expression, Beidou bowed his head slightly: “That’s right, the reason why this Mr. Sakamoto intercepted us is to give his apprentice a chance to escape.” ”

As soon as these words came out, the butterfly sisters frowned slightly at the same time.

And Takeshi Sakamoto, who was already a prisoner under the steps, also shrugged his head, apparently acquiescing to this matter.

Not without the history of the Ghost Slayer.

Most of the team members and ghosts have a deep blood feud, and the dead are either relatives or friends.

But there are also some people who don’t have much to do with ghosts…

Their purpose in joining the Ghost Killing Squad is to obtain a knife that symbolizes force to satisfy their own selfish desires.

The representative of this group of people is Takudake.

Before the life and death crisis, Yue Yue surrendered almost without hesitation and bowed to the Black Death Mou.

And the same former pillar and cultivator, when Kuwajima Tsubakiro learned that Takugaku had become a cannibal, he left a suicide note…

He resolutely chose to commit suicide by caesarean section.

Looking at Sakamoto Takeshi again, facing two disciples who had killed deeply, he didn’t make a move.

So much so that Buddhist holy places like Mount Koya…

It was stained with a blood mist that was difficult to dissipate.

However, Beidou also knows that the real mastermind behind this matter is not the two little ones with poor swordsmanship.

Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but look at the peak.

There, the main temple of Shingon Esoteric Buddhism, Kongobuji Temple, is also the most crowded place on Mount Koya.

I just don’t know, turning two swordsmen into ghosts…

Who will it be in the Twelve Ghost Moon?

“Kanae, Shinobu, let’s go.”

The next moment, Hokuto withdrew the Nikwa knife into its sheath, turned around and set foot on the rugged mountain road.

Hearing his words, the butterfly couldn’t help but frown slightly: “Mr. Hokuto, that… What about him? ”

I saw that the green jade finger pointed to Sakamoto Takeshi.

As if thinking of something, Kanae on the side shook her head at her and made a silent gesture.

On the other hand, Beidou did not mean to avoid it at all.

“Mr. Sakamoto’s life, let’s leave it to the cannibal…”

“Let him die decently.”

Before the words fell, Hokuto disappeared in front of him, and Kanae and Butterfly Shinobu looked at each other and followed closely.

In the mess, the burly figure shivered.

The wounds on Sakamoto Takehun’s body are still flowing with blood, which is enough to see how terrifying Hokuto’s swordsmanship is.

But even so, Sakamoto Takeshi still breathed a sigh of relief.

Until Beidou just spoke, a look finally flashed in his cloudy eyes.

“The old man’s… Life? ”

“Beidou, I see.”

After Beidou’s order, this cultivator who connived at the disciples to commit murder reined in at the last moment.

Unfortunately, his death was already inevitable.

Looking at the direction where Hokuto and his group left, after struggling fiercely in his heart, Sakamoto made a shocking move.

I saw him kneeling tremblingly, his forehead pressed against the ground.

“Thank you.”

Meanwhile, a temple in Koyasan.

With a bang, the courtyard door was pushed open by two outsiders and stumbled into the monastery.

“No, it’s not good…”

“It’s the people from the Ghost Killing Team coming, they are very strong!”

That unkempt look was the disciples of Sakamoto Takemon: Mizuhara and Matsuda.

Under the cannibal’s powerful self-healing ability, their trauma has recovered, but the bones that have been crushed…

But it couldn’t take shape.

“Panicked about what?”

With a gloomy sound, a figure walked out of the main hall of the temple, still wearing a cassock.

It was a giant man with a tiger’s back and a bear’s waist, and his eyes were as wide as copper bells.

In his mouth, he was still eating something in the bar, as if he had not finished it.

“Even your master can’t help me, a few swordsmen…”

“It’s not enough for me to stuff my teeth.”

Looking around, the giant man’s feet were piled with dead yellow bones, and several crows were hovering above his head, especially the robe he was wearing.

It was completely infused with blood and appeared brownish red.

PS: Today’s fourth change, thank you for your support, very moved!


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