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

[Type of One·Thunderbolt Flash]

boom! !

Jiichiro quickly pulled out the Raikiri from his waist, and the instantaneous burst of power pushed his calf muscles to the limit of pressure!

Whoosh!

He turned into an afterimage and swept across the corridor in an instant!

The dust was suddenly billowed up by his extremely fast speed!

“Ooohhhhh!!!”

Almost in the blink of an eye, Jiichiro was already holding Raikiri, keeping his body in a sprinting position, and arrived in front of the evil ghost!

"What?!"

The evil ghost stared at Inagaki Jiichiro, who was clenching his teeth and sticking it to his face with wide eyes. His face was full of horror!

Immediately, he immediately controlled the tentacles behind him. In an instant, almost all the tentacles in the room rushed towards Jiichiro!

boom!

A slight sound came from Jiichiro's calf, and he gritted his teeth in pain!

The muscle... is broken!

Without enough time to stop due to the pain, Jiichiro aimed hard at the neck of the evil spirit in front of him, and slashed hard at the evil spirit's neck with both arms!

"Go to hell!!" The blood dyed his eyeballs red, and the Raikiri in Jiichiro's hand suddenly slashed the evil spirit's neck!

Pong! !

Reiki slashed into the evil spirit's neck! Just get stuck halfway in!

Poof!

A meat whip instantly hit Jiichiro's right arm holding the handle of the knife, and bright blood flowers bloomed instantly!

A feeling of weakness came from my right arm!

Then, snap!

Jiichiro's right arm holding the sword was completely severed from his body.

hateful!

"Hoo...!!"

Jiichiro's eyes were blurred. He looked at Raikiri stuck in the demon's neck, and felt unwilling to do so. He still held the handle of the knife tightly with his left hand, trying to cut off the demon's neck.

The rupture of his calf muscles made it difficult for him to stand still, and his body fell to one side uncontrollably.

Bang!

"Madman!! Don't you want your life?!"

The demon panicked and quickly pulled out the Raikiri stuck around his neck, threw it to the ground, and whipped Jiichiro to the other side of the room.

At this time!

Uh-huh!

A tall black figure suddenly appeared behind the fallen Jiichiro!

He held the long-handled naginata in his hand, and once again slashed towards the gap in the evil spirit's neck!

"Namo Amitabha!!"

Iwami Enjima opened his eyes, raised the naginata in his hand high, tightened his arm muscles, and slashed towards the evil spirit's neck!

Uh-huh!

Pong! !

"Ahem!! When!?" The evil ghost was caught off guard, resisting the powerful naginata with both hands, and looked at Inkstone who had blocked the gap in surprise.

"Are all of you crazy?!!"

The evil ghost opened its mouth ferociously, without the same grace as before, and shouted loudly at Yan Cijian, whose abdomen was pierced by a tentacle!

Poof!

Inkstone's abdomen showed blood-red traces. He didn't say a word and held down the naginata tightly!

aside.

Jiichiro was lying in the corner. His calf muscles were broken, his right leg was fractured, his right arm was completely missing, and blood was spread all over his body.

"Ha ha……"

He looked at Yancijian in a daze as he kept slashing at the evil spirit's neck, his chest heaving slightly and he was breathing heavily.

In my mind, the image of my wife Shancun couldn't help but come to mind.

…That guy… still can’t feel relieved…

Shancun…

With the feeling of fainting on the verge of death and his eyelids becoming heavier, Jiichiro slowly closed his eyes.

Consciousness sank with the memories, and the body temperature dropped due to blood loss.

cold.

It seemed to bring Jiichiro back to that snowy night.

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A dozen years ago.

Snowy night.

Cold snowflakes continue to cover the ground, piling up layer after layer of white blankets.

The young Jiichiro Inagaki was lying on the ground. His abandoned limbs were red from the cold, and his body was only covered by a thin layer of cloth.

"Ha..." The weak Jiichiro raised his head weakly, looked at the sky with blurred eyes, and let out a breath of white mist.

Inagaki Jiichiro was born into a samurai family.

But he was born as the twin son of the family head.

Twins are an unknown name in this era.

At the same time, in order to prevent the two brothers from fighting for power and killing each other when they grow up, his father cruelly abandoned him on the street on a snowy night.

Although he is still young, his mind is very clear.

He knew that what his father did was out of necessity, and he also knew the bitterness behind his mother's face.

He is gifted and knows everything.

But a child is a child after all, and he indeed attributed the mistake to himself.

"Ha...ha...sorry...father...mother..."

"...My existence...makes you worry..."

Jiichiro turned his body over with all his strength, no longer climbing, but facing up to the sky, breathing in the bone-chilling air of this cold thing.

"Feel sorry…"

"If...I never existed in the first place..."

"You won't be so entangled anymore..."

"Feel sorry…"

"…Feel sorry……"

"…Feel sorry."

As if he was on the verge of death, Jiichiro's eyes began to blur, and he seemed to feel that his body was beginning to warm up in the cold snow.

Opening his young arms, Inagaki Jiichiro embraced the dark blue silent night sky, and snowflakes continued to fall on him.

In the helpless and open despair, quietly waiting for death to come.

Behind him was a long trail of signs of climbing and struggling in the snow.

"...I really want to...sleep..."

Jiichiro felt his eyelids slowly becoming heavy, and slowly closed them as he thought.

"ah!"

At this time, a childish voice came from above the head, and a blurry shadow blocked Jiichiro's vision.

"Ah! What's wrong with you!" The black-haired little Shancun's brown eyes widened, and he looked at Jiichiro, who was squinting and breathing heavily, in surprise.

White mist emerged from Xiao Shancun's mouth. He blinked his eyes and stared blankly at Jiichiro with his head lowered.

"Lying in the snow in winter! It's dangerous!"

Snapped!

Xiao Shancun was wrapped in thick clothes. He raised his head and looked around anxiously, and finally grabbed Jiyilang's cold little hand.

"!"

He was immediately startled by Jiichiro's temperature, and the surprise in his eyes slowly turned into horror:

"You will die! Aren't you afraid of death?"

He quickly grabbed Jiichiro's cold little hand again and began to pull it up hard.

Little Shancun gritted his teeth and dragged Ciichiro up from the ground, while squeezing out a few syllables from his teeth:

"...Ho! I'm...super...afraid of death!"

"...Death...?" Ciichiro's consciousness was a little blurry, and he watched Shancun struggling to lift himself up from the snow with trance-like eyes.

...Whatever...it doesn't matter.

...Who is this guy?

Snapped!

Jiichiro suddenly felt like he was wrapped in something soft, and the furry touch vaguely appeared on the surface of his skin.

He opened his eyes slightly and looked at Xiao Shancun who had taken off his clothes and wrapped himself in them.

Why…

"Hey...that's right! After you die, there will be nothing!"

"My grandfather and father often said that the most important thing in life is your own life!"

Xiao Shancun struggled to carry Ci Yilang on his back. He touched Ci Yilang's forehead with his hand, feeling panicked in his heart.

"Hey!! I can't sleep!"

Snapped! Snapped!

He patted Jiichiro's face hard with his little hand, and then walked forward with all his strength.

Poof! Poof!

The footprints sunk deeply into the snow. Little Shancun gritted his teeth and forced himself to walk in the snow.

"Never! Don't...sleep!"

Ciichiro was carried on Xiao Shancun's body in a daze, his head swaying with his steps, and the two of them moved forward slowly in the snow with difficulty.

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