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"DOOM?"

"Just one person can kill through hell without sleep, and kill the super ruthless people who are frightened by the demons in hell."

"many……"

"The fifth day..."

……

"Can you hold on?"

"I outlast you."

……

"I'm sorry, Bai Wei, I may have to... take a step first."

"Don't (TM) talk nonsense, it's just that you haven't closed your eyes for seven days and seven nights, as if you are about to die suddenly."

"At the end, can I tell you a secret?"

"No! I'm very busy!"

"Just one sentence, in fact, I..."

"Okay, shut up, and beware of biting your tongue!"

With a click, the tightly sealed door was opened, and the morning light on the eighth day illuminated the pitch-black Rashomon, dazzling and dazzling.

Zuobei's expression was astonished, why did Rashomon open?

"A living sacrifice, as long as one is enough."

Zuohei heard the young man's whisper.

There seemed to be an electric current flowing through his back. His consciousness that should have been exhausted suddenly came to his senses and he flicked his fingers. A force burst out from his whole body, trying to resist his legs, but the force of the collision was so strong that he was thrown out of the door abruptly. In addition, he landed on the ground and rolled several times, his face disheveled and his hair disheveled.

"Bai..." He roared unwillingly.

"Live." Through the slowly closing Rashomon gap, the young man put the mask on his face, threw out the Tengugiri in his hand, and picked up the treasured sword that Zuobei slipped down. Qu: "Wait for me to come back!"

Zuo Bingwei clutched the mud head with both hands, knelt on the ground, with the mud sticking to his forehead, burst into tears, and wailed heart-piercingly until he passed out.

Chapter 110 Four Vomiting Soul

Time flies for several years.

Yagyu Zuohei once again came to Rashomon.

He would stand here in a daze from time to time, and he would stand here for several days. His reputation as a sword master had already spread like wildfire. Everyone thought that the sword master was standing here to comprehend a new sword technique, or some kind of wonderful sword technique.

But he was just in a daze.

He often wonders whether what he has experienced is a dream, or maybe being alive is illusory, everything is his long revolving door before death, maybe he never walked out of this door at all.

Perhaps, really not.

Even though he walked out, a part of him remained inside this door forever and ever.

He pulled out the Tengu Kiri and swung the knife outside the Rashomon Gate. The sound of the knife was clear, and the beeping sounded incessantly, so clear, but it seemed to be whining in a low voice.

After a long time, he put away the knife and looked at the dark door, like a silent monument.

Because he didn't want to admit that the young man was dead, he didn't set up his stele for a long time, so he had no place to mourn. He could only stand here and talk, bringing wine and rice balls, and poured his own words here. .

"Chiyo is getting married."

"An old girl in her 20s, I can wait for you for ten or twenty years, but she can't wait for you that long."

"I think that although she has never met you, she must like you a little bit. She asked me to introduce her to you a long time ago, but you always prevaricate."

"I've been thinking, if you had married and had children earlier, maybe you could leave some sustenance at this moment."

"My sister married mainly because of me. She has to give birth to a boy and adopt me to inherit the Liusheng family."

"Even so, I was still unhappy, so I didn't go to her wedding and was scolded by my mother."

"Look, it seems that I still remember you in this world. If you don't come back, you will really be forgotten."

He raised his hand to touch the dark door and waited for a long time, but no one answered.

With a sigh, he returned sadly.

……

Another year of snow.

When Saohei Yagyu was cleaning the house in the bamboo forest, he heard rumors among hunters that the long-lost ghost had reappeared.

He thought it was impossible, after all, ghosts should not appear for at least 70 years.

But he still took Tengu Kiri and went to the mountain forest that the hunters mentioned.

It used to be a place for tengus to play, but now the mountain forest has become desolate and barren, and has lost its owner.

The ghosts of Dajiang Mountain have killed too many Tengu tribes, and they will not return to this sad place for at least hundreds of years.

Walking in the forest, the bloodstains of wild animals suddenly appeared in the middle of the snow.

He confirmed that the bloodstains were fresh, and followed the bloodstains and footprints all the way to the dark depths of the forest.

Zuobei saw a ghost.

He was sure it was a ghost.

He bit the deer's neck and drank blood.

Quietly, Yagyu Zuobei pulled out the Tengu Kiri, and the sound of the knife made the sound of the wind.

The ghost suddenly noticed something. He turned his head, his face was bloodshot, his eyes were bleeding red tears, and his whole body was entangled with a lingering filthy evil spirit.

Zuobingwei expected that the evil spirit would move swiftly, so he swung out Tenguchi directly, making two rustling sounds, the sword energy pierced through the air and tore through the woods.

The evil spirits were clearly invisible, but they were able to avoid them.

He strode to catch up, one person and one ghost galloped through the woods, chasing after them.

Not too long passed, they passed through the mountains and forests, and came to the bamboo forest, where the snow was covered with white, and the injured ghosts stopped running.

He turned his head in front of the small house, pulled out a broken blade from behind, grabbed something and covered his face.

Zuobei did not expect that the opponent would also use a sword, but of course he was fearless.

The Juggernaut, who was several times stronger than before, stepped forward and swung his sword, and the confrontation between them went from daytime to sunset.

Zuobei didn't expect such a strong opponent, but he was still better.

The secret sword o Tengu Luo.

The sharp knife that was powerful enough to cut down Tengu Feiyu was like a sharp blade, and quickly tore the evil ghost's arms.

The evil ghost stood still and didn't move, and the bloody and tearful eyes seemed to have regained some spirit.

He raised his head and looked at the white moonlight shining in the sky.

Immediately looking at the figure standing among the bamboo groves, his expression became so pleasantly surprised and lively.

Then, the chest was pierced with a knife.

……

I don't know why I persisted so hard, and I am about to forget how much time has passed.

Slaying ghosts for too long, exposed to miasma, soaked in the gloomy ghost environment of Rashomon, unknowingly, the group of evil ghosts stopped flocking.

The eyes are almost invisible due to the blood erosion of the evil spirits.

So I didn't even realize the changes in my body. When I realized it, there were only a few remnants of my original appearance.

It turned out that I had become a ghost.

Even so, go back.

Cut through this mist, kick open this door, want to go back, back to the light.

It's agreed, I have to go back, go back and meet again.

He was like a villain who fell into hell, holding the hanging spider silk in his hand, but miraculously walked out of Rashomon.

But what came out of the Rashomon was no longer a human being, but a vicious ghost with a ferocious face.

The memory became very vague and hazy, I forgot where I was going, and wandered alone.

It wasn't until his arms were broken that his ego was awakened a little.

Gazing at close-up friends who are no longer young but more mature.

The young man smiled.

I am back.

Tengu Kiri pierced through his chest in an instant.

……

At the moment before he died, his self was preserved and became clean and clear, as if he had experienced the baptism of moonlight.

The filth that haunted the youth dissipated, the wind blew gently, and the ferocious green-faced, fang-toothed ghost turned into a familiar youth.

The broken and disfigured fox mask slipped from his forehead and hit Tenguki's scabbard.

Blood stained the snow.

The hand holding the knife trembled like his heart that had been dead for almost ten years.

Yagyu Zuobei looked at the figure under the moonlight in disbelief, he refused the reality, took half a step back in embarrassment, and let go of his hand.

The young man fell face up to the snow, with a smile on his face, relaxed, finally freed.

no no! !

Yagyu Zuobei knelt in the snow, his eyes widened, and his voice was hoarse: "It shouldn't be like this."

He rushed forward, hugged the young man's body vigorously, and shouted the young man's name loudly.

The young man couldn't hear anything, and his blood-stained vision became blurred. At this time, for some reason, he saw the scene he had dreamed of for many years.