The Reincarnator Fails Miserably

Chiba, whose mind was broken, realized that she had already revealed a lot of her thoughts and secrets. Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou already knew what kind of person she was, and there was no need to hide it. She retorted: "Yes! But so what?"

Ghost Mai Tsuji let go, pulled out the small sword on his neck, and retreated flatly: "I can kill you at any time, or force you to become a ghost, but this is too boring... Why don't you play a game with you. "

"……Say."

"Before dawn, if the person you were looking forward to came to this dojo, I can let you live, and I will not appear in front of you in the future." Guiwu Tsuji raised his pale fingers, and his eyes were full of pure love. Malicious: "If you lose, accept my blood..."

"..." Chiba Sanako frowned. At first glance, this seemed to be her only way to survive, but Su Bai's whereabouts were simply unknown.

"You don't have the right to refuse. If you refuse, I will kill you too, unfortunately." Onimai Tsuji is a tyrant, and his elegant attitude is a disguise. In essence, he requires [-]% of his will Execution will not give Chiba Sanako the right to choose.

"Okay." Qianye could only bow her head to accept, and of course she was unwilling to accept such a condition, but... there was nothing she could do.

It's just that she doesn't know, this is just the first step for Oni Wu Tsuji to destroy the girl's defense.

……

That night.

The sky is dark, the moon is black and the stars are sparse.

"Maybe I won't come back tonight." Zhu Shi looked at the moonlight and sighed slightly. She might have gotten used to waiting, and she didn't feel too disappointed. Even if she didn't come tonight, she would come back tomorrow night.

She didn't go out for consultation these few days, she just wanted to wait for Su Bai to come back, talk with him, talk about all kinds of experiences in the past two months.

It was night, and Su Bai didn't come back, and she didn't plan to wait until the dishes were cold, so she called out, "Ah Rong, it's time to eat..."

There was no response, no echo in the courtyard.

"Are you fascinated by painting again?" Zhu Shi opened the corridor door and looked towards the courtyard, but in an instant, his pupils shrank suddenly.

Under the moonlight, the black clothes fluttered, and the six-eyed swordsman stood in the middle of the courtyard.

Hei Si Mou turned sideways, holding a fainted girl in his right hand.

At that moment, Zhu Shi forgot that she was facing one of the top strings, the most powerful Twelve Ghost Moons. Gritting her teeth, she directly tore the skin and released the magic of learning ghosts. Suddenly, she changed from a kind lady to a ferocious ghost.

"Put her down!" Zhu Shi's roar echoed in the courtyard: "Hei Si Mou!"

"I won't hurt her, it's just a little bit of insurance." Hei Si Mou ignored Zhu Shi's roar and anger, as it certainly wouldn't be afraid of ants' fangs: "Tell Su Bai, if you want this little girl, come here!" Look for me at the place where we met last time, three months are almost here, I have no patience..."

Impatience is fake, and Hei Si Mou does not lack this patience. Instead, he hopes that Su Bai can take a few more days to recuperate, but this is the order of Guiwu Tsuji, and he has to obey it.

Taking a step back, this is not a break of the agreement, it just advances the decisive battle a little bit.

After the words fell, Heishi Mou jumped into the sky and disappeared under the moonlight.

"Stop!" Zhu Shi screamed so terribly, but she couldn't hold back one of the strings, she could only grit her teeth, and A Rong was taken away. At this moment, her heart was in a mess, and she didn't care about other things. What's the matter, he rushed directly to the door, only thinking about going to the original place to snatch Arong back.

Zhu Shi rushed out of Xuehuazhuang, and the moment he pushed open the wooden door, a group of swordsmen came oncoming, ten swords shone out of their scabbards at the same time.

Kondo Isamu and Hijikata Toshizo looked at Zhushi's appearance at this time.

...She bared her fangs, her blood was dissipated, she looked like an evil ghost who lost her mind and was about to eat people.

"...There is no need to ask for proof anymore." The slight hesitation and exclamation in Isamu Kondo's eyes also turned into determination, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Draw the sword!!"

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Ten famous knives swung down, and the sound of slashing stirred up the wind.

The swordsmen took a deep breath and slashed through the gate of Xuehuazhuang. Zhu Shi didn't react. When she realized it, one of her arms had already fallen to the ground. It has a sweet taste.

Her blood ghost technique cannot be controlled by herself. As long as she bleeds, the transpiration of blood will produce such an illusion effect, because it has a strong paralysis and hallucination effect, and occasionally acts as a medicine to relieve pain.

"Well……"

Severe pain came, Zhu Shi jumped back, took more than ten steps away, and fell to the ground in embarrassment, the wound on her arm had regenerated quickly, but she pursed her lips and looked at the swordsmen in the test hall, There is no need to ask, the sword is opposite.

After all, he couldn't hide it from the past. Once his identity was revealed, he would definitely be treated like this.

She knew a long time ago that she would be discovered sooner or later... She just didn't expect it to be so soon, she didn't expect it to be today, and she didn't expect that it wasn't the ghost killers, but the swordsmen from the test guard hall.

"Is there nothing else to say? I don't know why Mr. Su lives with you. Maybe it's a cover-up, but... for his sake, I can leave a last word." Kondo Isamu stepped forward with a knife in his hand, his voice was shocking .

The swordsmen of the natural spiritual flow have been important members of the Shinsengumi in history. They are swordsmen who maintain law and order in name, and they undertake the work of the police. All kinds of righteous men who respect the emperor and barbarians are all killers, or in other words, executioners... and executioners don't need mercy.

Today, when the ronin organization of Mibu Wolf has not yet been formed, the swordsmen of the test guard hall aim to slay ghosts. After all, ghosts are not human beings, and slaying ghosts requires extremely high sword skills. justice.

"I can't die here yet." Zhu Shi only thought about how to leave, she was concerned about Ah Rong's safety, at least she couldn't be beheaded here before meeting Su Bai, and the head shouldn't be handed over to them .

"Frivolous last words, you don't give up even when you're about to die. You've seen this kind of ghost a lot." Hijikata Toshizo said lightly, "It's a pity that no matter whether you beg for mercy or do something else, you can't fool us."

...A ruthless and cold-blooded ghost-slaying swordsman.

Zhu Shi thinks so, she has seen such a person more than once, cold and ruthless, he will kill every ghost, and this kind of person is what the world needs, because no one cares about the happiness, anger, sorrow and joy of ghosts, this cruel reality is still far away There is no tenderness enough to allow humans to sympathize with evil spirits... If they sympathize, the sword will also be dull.

Even now, she doesn't want to complain how pitiful she is, and she doesn't want to justify that she is not an ordinary ghost.

Words are not necessary, she wants to escape, she must escape.

"Blood of illusion." Her right hand has recovered, but the blood is still flowing, and the blood overflowing from the wound imprints illusions in the air, disrupting vision and other five senses.

A gap appeared in the original complete encirclement immediately, and several swordsmen were dazzled immediately, seeing ribbons of blooming flowers repeatedly, and froze in place, motionless.

"There is a problem with the aroma, don't inhale it." Isamu Kondo tore off a piece of cloth to cover his mouth and nose. Swordsmen pay attention to the use of breath, exercise their body for a long time, and have their own experience in breathing naturally. Every time you hold your breath, even if you keep swinging your sword, you can It is enough to support for about a minute, but the more intense the exercise, the higher the oxygen demand, and the high-intensity sword swing cannot last for long.

"Quick battle and quick decision." Hijikata Toshizo also said the same, he took a deep breath, the blood flow accelerated, his lungs swelled, and he swung the knife to slash at Zhushi's neck, the knife technique was fierce, leaving no room for it, and he stepped out with one step. The momentum of the whole body is oppressive, drawing the sword to live and die, there is no retreat, the sword technique seems to go upstream, cutting through the illusion constructed by illusion, quite a bit of the momentum of the non-thought flow of the divine way.