The man in the column is perished, and the beginning of the treatment is not miserable

…

Just now.

Da da da!

Jiichiro and Enjima ran quickly on the wooden and tiled roofs, approaching the area where the ghost was found at high speed.

Due to geological and material reasons, most of the nearby houses are one- or two-story mansions with the main structure made of wood.

"It's daytime now, try to stand in the sun."

"Find the right opportunity to harass, and don't be lured into the shady area."

Iwami Inkstone, the more senior Iwazhu, was telling Jiichiro who was following him.

"Monk, can you destroy the roof?" Jiichiro raised his head and glanced at Inkstone, who was half a body taller than him: "After all, the ghost is on the second floor."

"...When necessary, you can." Inkstone clasped his hands together, choked for a while, and agreed with Jiichiro's idea.

"And...please call me by my name."

"Okay monk, no problem monk."

"..." The corners of Yan Cijian's narrowed eyes twitched slightly and slightly.

The two had a brief conversation and formulated a simple combat strategy.

Zhu and Zhu often compete and practice with each other, so the tacit understanding between them is quite high.

Although Jiichiro has only been promoted to the level of pillars not long ago, with his familiar character, he quickly developed a tacit understanding with other pillars.

Inkstone carried a long naginata on his back, but his tall and thin figure was very strong inside. His long hair on his temples swung back and forth with his rapid movements, and he narrowed his eyes and looked ahead.

The crow flapped its wings in the sky, guiding the two of them in the right direction.

Jiichiro raised his head and glanced at the somewhat gloomy weather. He thought of my wife Zencun who collapsed in the courtyard just now.

I'm a little worried about that guy...

Creak...

His hands unconsciously tightened on Raikiri around his waist.

As the current Mingzhu, he knows very well that ordinary people cannot do the sword moves in "My Wife's Genealogy".

That's simply impossible!

The speed with which the knife is drawn, the tenacity with which the body is twisted, and even the power that instantly bursts out from the soles of the feet are all beyond what humans can achieve!

Therefore, Shancun has never been able to make that kind of action, but it is normal.

As for how Jiichiro himself became Naruhashira...

First, his body was tempered to its peak earlier than Shan Cun.

Secondly, the sword skills Jiichiro mastered were actually modified from the outrageous sword skills in "My Wife's Genealogy" using his own body as a reference angle.

It became a "weakened version of swordsmanship" suitable only for himself.

Yes, Jiichiro is that kind of natural "swordsman genius".

At the same time, he is very selfish.

He did not want my wife, Shancun, to participate in the fight with ghosts.

"We're going to speed up, keep up!"

Jiichiro, who was a little lost in memories, shook his head and smiled at Inkstone:

"Um!"

…

…

The sky gradually became cloudy.

West side of the street.

The roof of a house.

Snap! Snap!

Jiichiro and Encijian landed on the roof, looked at each other, and nodded at each other.

The crows hovered in the sky, ready to call for reinforcements at any time.

【This is it! 】

Through brief eye contact, the two already understood each other's thoughts.

Jiichiro's eyes shone, he smiled and nodded to Inkstone:

[I can blow up this place, right! 】

Yanci clasped his hands together, opened his eyes slightly, and waved his palms slightly:

[Proceed with caution and try to detect the enemy's situation]

[The ghost power left behind by the Ghost King should not be underestimated]

[There is still risk for both of us]

Jiichiro raised his head and looked at Inkstone's movements with sharp eyes, then smiled with a toothy smile and gave him a thumbs up:

【good! I exploded! 】

Then, in Iwami Injima's shocked eyes that gradually opened, Jiichiro pulled up his Raikiri high and slashed towards the roof below!

next moment!

boom! ! !

The heavy Lei Qie slashed hard on the roof of the wooden beam, directly breaking a big hole in it!

Dust was everywhere, and a few beams of light suddenly penetrated into the dark and damp room.

Within the visible range, looking down from the roof that was chopped open, dark red blood flowed all over the ground.

The faint light penetrated the heavy gray haze in the room and reached the bottom with difficulty.

"Wow——!"

On the street, the passers-by who were walking on the street looked at Jiichiro Inagaki holding the Raikiri in surprise, and turned their heads and left quickly.

"What a mess! Jiichiro!" Inkstone frowned as he clasped his hands together. He had already grasped the handle of the naginata behind his back.

"Hey!"

Jiichiro scratched the back of his head and held Raikiri tightly with his other hand, but he had already focused all his attention on the room at his feet.

Glancing slightly, he couldn't help but sigh:

"It's been so long since I've cleaned it. It's so dusty that I can't even see the floor..."

A smell of rot, mildew, rust mixed with blood hit their faces, making Jiichiro and Yanji frown involuntarily.

Yan Cijian narrowed his eyes and quickly reached out to cover his nose.

"...It smells so bad." Jiichiro pursed his lips.

Just for a moment Jiichiro was thinking.

The Raikiri he was holding tightly in his hand suddenly stopped vibrating.

He glanced at Reikichi, who had regained his composure in his hands, and felt a faint foreboding feeling.

Jiichiro looked into the room through the big hole created by the bombardment, but the rising dust was too obstructing his view, and he couldn't see much at all.

Something is wrong…

He squinted his eyes, stood up and looked around. The hazy weather made the atmosphere a bit depressing.

There were far fewer people on the streets.

The crow above the head also kept circling, but made no sound, and everything seemed to become weird.

"What should I do? Do I want to expand the roof area?"

He raised his head and looked at Yan Ci who was standing aside with twitching eyes and asked.

Inkima's expression became serious, he held the naginata in both hands and said nothing.

"Monk? Hello! Monk!"

"Monk! Inkstone!"

"Iwami!"

Jiichiro shouted several times to Inkstone next to him, but there was no response from the other party.

Inagaki Jiichiro frowned tightly. He took two steps back slightly, feeling a little chilly in his heart. The inexplicable strange atmosphere made him a little worried.

At this time!

A faint and cold voice slowly came from the room where the roof was broken.

"…Good morning."

boom!

As the end of the voice fell, the gloomy sky above Jiichiro suddenly became clear, and the sun shone warmly.

The morning sun slowly reappeared in the sky, making the quiet world even more strange.

"!"

Jiichiro turned his back to the sun and looked into the room with his head slightly lowered. His pupils suddenly shrank and trembled, as if he understood something.

"good afternoon…"

boom!

The sun in the sky suddenly became blazing, shining directly on the earth, and the scalding temperature seemed to be real.

"…and, good evening, my friend."

boom!

In an instant, the sun that was shining brightly just now disappeared into the sky and disappeared in an instant!

Whoosh!

Snap.

Jiichiro's pupils tightened, he grabbed Inkstone next to him, jumped back suddenly, and landed on a rooftop in the distance, looking up at the dark sky.

A blood-red full moon hung high in the sky, dyeing the surrounding black clouds red.

"…What's this."