In Order to Become a Heroic Spirit, I Had to Do Things in History

This house is too small, Zuocun opened the door, and only smelled a musty smell.

Approaching the table, there is a plate on it, and inside the plate is a rotten and moldy chicken,

"This..." Zuo Cun suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

This is an early warning of malice.

Somewhere out of nowhere, there is something that is looking at him, exuding malice towards him.

And this malice is very strong.

"Tsk." Zuo Cun lowered his head and thought for a moment.

He rushed out of the dwelling, jumped to the roof, and quickly left the village.

But the feeling of being stared at by malicious intent did not go away at all.

He came to a wasteland and drew his sword.

"Please show up." Although there was some fear and hair, Zuo Cun's eyes were cold and imposing like a sword, and he looked around.

After Zuo Cun drew his sword, the maliciousness slowly subsided.

Zuo Cun only felt his clenched heart relax, took two deep breaths, and looked at Kurokawa Shimo Village not far away.

This village... Absolutely something happened that shouldn't have happened.

He put the sword back in its sheath and lowered his head to think.

Then he took his own steps.

Samurai, privileged class.Essentially not for pleasure, but to lead people.

He decided to visit the village again to investigate what happened in the village.

If the person who came here today was not Zuo Cun, but someone else, that suffocating malice would be enough to kill a person.

And a certain figure in the middle of the mountain, drowsy, shook the snow on his body.

Under the snow, black hair was exposed.

and scarlet eyes.

Roar......

=== Chapter [-] The supernatural mutation of Kurokawa Shimo Village ===

When Zuo Cun raised his foot and started to move towards the village, the maliciousness came to his mind again.

"really."

Zuo Cun stood on the spot, pondered for a moment, threw the mino clothes, threw it on the ground, and jumped high.

......

Halfway up the mountainside of Mount Kurokawa, there was a huge being looking down at Zuo Cun, who was leaping up below.

"A... powerful... samurai..."

There was a hint of caution in his scarlet eyes.

"Go and see..."

......

The malice did not disappear, Zuo Cun first came to the big stone at the entrance of the village.

After removing the snow on the stone, Zuo Cun wanted to see if there were any other clues on the stone.

"Sure enough."

Below the somewhat mutilated, red "Kurokawa Lower Village", there are two lines of small characters.

"The village was established in July 1802... Kurokawa Shimomura Village Chief, Kurokawa Hideo..."

Zuo Cun frowned.

He left Dashi and came to the first dwelling he had entered before.

In the living room, Zuo Cun looked at a portrait hanging on the wall.

The portrait is of a man, about 50 years old, and the name written below should be the man's name.

"Hideo Kurokawa made it in 1802, is it a self-portrait?" Walking out of the room, Zuo Village looked at the sky.

The sky had begun to darken, and Zuo Village had not eaten for a while.

Many strange Zuocun villages in the village have not been identified, the snow is still falling, and a thick layer of haze covers Zuo Village's heart.

Suddenly, the malicious warning made Zuo Cun's heart beat violently.

boom--! ! !

A huge movement came from behind Zuo Cun.

Zuo Village turned around in an instant.

call--

"What—!" I saw a black shadow rushing towards him, but in the next instant, Zuo Cun felt a little drowsy.

He supported himself, pulled out the knife, and looked at the shadow.

The shadow was two people tall, maybe because of some unknown reason, Zuo Cun couldn't see clearly.

All I could see was the pair of scarlet eyes and the living room with a big hole in the back.

The shadow seemed to want to leave, Zuo Cun gritted his teeth.

Before losing consciousness, he squeezed a few words out of his mouth: "Don't think about leaving..."

thump.

......

Lake Kurokawa in the mountains.

The black in the lake gradually shrank.

The direction of shrinkage is the west side of the lake.

A black, cocoon-like existence slowly rose in the water.

The sky was completely dark, and thick dark clouds covered the sky.

And the deserted Kurokawa lower village.

Bright lights.

......

Zuo Cun rubbed his head and got up from the tatami.

I'm... when did I fall asleep...

"Ah, you're awake, young man." A nice female voice came.

Ugh?

Zuo Cun shook his head and looked towards the source of the sound.

A woman in a gorgeous Wu suit was looking at him gently.

but......

Zuo Cun did not act rashly, but carefully sorted out the current situation.

I was... dazed by something?

"Hello, this is...?" Zuo Cun asked while covering his head instead of looking at the gorgeous woman.

"You fainted at the door of our house before, and my husband picked you up. What a poor boy, how can you faint on the street in such a cold day, woo woo..." The gorgeous woman Covering his face, he started to cry.

But Zuo Cun's vigilance has not been let down.

After all, what this woman exudes is not kindness.

But intense malice.

Zuo Village glanced towards his waist.

The knife is gone...

Gee.

Trouble.

Zuo Cun looked at the woman: "Madam, what is this place. How can I... don't remember what happened before I fainted?"

The woman lowered her arms and sighed.

"This is Kurokawa Shimomura. Have you lost your memory? It's so pitiful."

She seemingly lovingly touched Zuo Cun's head.

Zuo Cun didn't dodge, now he is equivalent to fish on the chopping board, and the knife is not around, so he must not act rashly.

goo—

Zuo Cun's stomach made a sound.

The woman chuckled: "You must be very hungry."

She took two steps back and bowed slightly: "Please come with me."

Zuo Cun nodded and stood up from the tatami.

Following the gorgeous woman out, Zuo Cun frowned and looked towards the courtyard.

This woman obviously has a husband, but wears a gorgeous Wu clothes, which is not abiding by women's ethics.

Came to the living room, Zuo Village was placed here by the woman, and then left.

Zuo Cun glanced at the living room, feeling somewhat familiar.