The Reincarnator Fails Miserably

While walking, he seemed to have stepped on something under his feet. He lowered his arms, reached under the surface of the lake, and picked up an item.

That is, a half-broken sword.

Memories flood my mind...

Lying on the flat grass under a blue sky, someone seemed to be talking to him.

"You are a traveler, and I am also a traveler. As people who have no destination, it is good to be together on the road..."

"Originally it's fate, and there will be times of separation after all. There's nothing to be sentimental about. As long as you're alive, you'll see each other sooner or later."

"Yeah? We met again? Well... You seem to feel a little different, eh? Who am I? You forgot me? You also forgot the bowls of udon noodles you owe me?"

"Are you also interested in swordsmanship? My school of swordsmanship? It's not that powerful. It's just that no one taught me. I can only figure it out on my own. I finally found out some ways, but if you are on the same path If you keep improving, you will eventually reach the realm of emptiness, and it is precisely for this purpose that I am constantly traveling, how about you?"

I can't remember the appearance clearly, and the voice is also a little fuzzy and intermittent.

After all, it was too long a memory.

It's just that the blue sky and blue sky are clearly remembered, as well as the vicissitudes and sighs in the relaxed tone.

I thought this was all I could remember, but Su Bai held the broken sword and continued to take a step forward. After taking this step, the clear lake water suddenly turned a turbid color, as if something was crushed, and a flood of water gushed out under the lake surface. Red blood...

There are scarlet spots in the memory, and the scenery of the blue sky changes suddenly.

The dark red night sky, the red blood moon, the moon is dark and the wind is high, and there is a strong smell of blood.

She stood there, holding a sword in both hands, staring at herself disappointed and sad, with a complicated expression and silent eyes.

"Why did it become like this..."

"In order to complete that knife, how many creatures did you kill?"

"The smell of blood is too strong. You have been living with this knife, and you are already possessed..." After a long time, she said in a low voice, "Let me intervene for you..."

Su Bai lowered his head, looked at himself, and looked into the distance.

The burning city, the corpses everywhere, the bright red blade, the pupils of the eyes were blood-stained bright red, the voice was hoarse and low, and the mood was calm. There is no regret, sadness, or struggle to feel.

Perhaps even that part of humanity has long since been discarded, leaving only a pure emotion.

Su Bai suddenly felt a chill in his heart, he let go of the broken knife in his hand, and as the broken knife dipped into the lake, the blood red color quickly faded away, and the lake was clear again, but this clear Even the water of the lake can't hide the infinite malice hidden in the bottom layer.

...The emotions that Su Bai gave up are sleeping here, all of which he wants to forget. That piece is only a small part of a glimpse, and it also has a huge karma that can swallow one's own reason.

The moment he touched it, even he was terrified. If he really touched it, he would not be able to maintain his calmness at this moment.

Memories are scary, it will bring people back to the past memories, not everyone can clearly recognize themselves at any time, it is precisely because of their real experiences that they can empathize.

"I won't watch it for now, hot eyes."

Su Bai let go of his hand, and he fell backwards. The whole body was submerged in the lake water, and slowly sank to the bottom of the lake. He obviously fell according to gravity, but during the fall, he broke through another layer of water.

He opened his eyes again, and the gray-white walls and ceiling came into view.

The sleeping consciousness returns to the body, here is the reality, not a memory.

His body was a little heavy and very weak, as if he couldn't control his body after being drunk, he wanted to get up but he also felt a whirlwind.

"Excessive blood loss." Su Bai pressed his forehead and quickly judged his symptoms: "Physical anemia."

Looking inside the Qi technique, there is no damage to the internal organs, and there is no serious problem with the body. It is just a pure blood loss. At that time, the pure yang body has a strong hematopoietic ability. strong.

"It will recover within three days, so it's not a big problem." Su Bai let out a breath, and tried to stand up on the bed.

But the concealed door was pushed open, Zhu Shi walked into the room, raised his eyes and saw Su Bai who had awakened, secretly relieved, but did not show happiness, but scolded: "You can't get up yet , lost nearly a quarter of the blood, do you regard yourself as a ghost? Almost didn’t make it through... Upload it and lie down, don’t move!"

"I'm also a doctor, I know..." Su Bai retorted.

"Now I'm a doctor, and a doctor can't heal himself." When Zhu Shi got angry, he also had a decent aura, and the higher the doctor's aura, the stronger the aura, because sometimes he might not be able to listen to the gentle words, and his attitude was firm. Some are effective, and patients will be relatively psychologically dependent and obedient to doctors with a tough attitude. This is a variant of Stockholm syndrome in a sense.

Su Bai curled his lips, and lay down helplessly. Behind him, Arong came over with a water basin. The girl who hadn't grown up was struggling to carry the water basin. She put the water basin on the table, wrung it dry and offered to help. Su Bai wiped his face.

"Does it not hurt?" She looked at Su Bai's left wrist and asked.

"It hurts." Su Bai touched her small head: "Of course it hurts... you won't be drawing today?"

"Draw." Ah Rong set up the drawing board at the side, looked at it and said, "But this is not very pretty."

"How do you look good?"

"The whole body is full of blood, it looks good." Ah Rong turned over a piece of drawing paper, on which was drawn an unfinished picture.

Under the moonlight, the blood stained by the boy with the knife, and the roar of the evil spirit, this scene was so vivid that Su Bai almost wanted to ask her if she saw it with her own eyes, but soon Su Bai noticed that the angle of this painting It was my own back. At that time, there was only one person I could see from this angle.

"Director Okita told you?" Su Bai asked with one hand on his pillow, "She sent me back, right?"

"It's her, but there's more than one." Zhu Shi put the boiled medicine on the table, and at the same time pressed his wrist to test his heart rhythm: "Besides her, there are several young people who knocked on the door in a panic. "

"Youth?" Su Bai thought for a while, "Who?"

"Disciple of the Examination Hall." Zhu Shi said: "I haven't been here for a while, it seems that I am going to a certain place for assessment and inspection. The leader is Isamu Kondo, a disciple of the Natural Lixin Liu, and now it has been passed on without permission. ..." Then she lowered her voice: "I noticed that they also had solar knives in their hands, and they may have also participated in the ghost-slaying operation related to the ghost killing team."

"Isamu Kondo..." Su Bai tapped his head: "It seems that he is a relative of Shusuke Kondo, so the natural flow of mind can be passed on... If I came back earlier last night, I wouldn't be so seriously injured."

Zhu Shi let go, straightened his collar lightly, and after a little hesitation, pretended to be casual and said: "Speaking of which, the one who really saved your life was actually that girl."

"That girl with mild albinism and cherry blossom hair?" Su Bai confirmed that it was Souji Okita.