Soon, night fell.

The temperature outside dropped sharply, and residents who had been busy for a day were also starting to go home.

Crack...

Shang Quanna opened the door and left the doctor's hall with warm lights. Some happy laughter and conversation were faintly heard from the doctor's hall.

Pick.

He jumped onto the roof, sat next to the crows' attic, and looked up at the night sky covered by the faint blood-red barrier.

"Ga! Lord Shangquan!" The crows leaned over and stood on the ridge next to Shangquannai, looking up at the night sky together.

Shang Quanna casually stroked the crows beside him with his hands. He raised his eyebrows and lay on the slanted roof.

In the depths of the night sky, you can still see a little flickering starlight.

He raised his hand, placed it under the dark night sky, and looked at it carefully.

He could clearly sense that his "human nature" was disappearing.

Since waking up, this sense of alienation has become more and more serious, and many times, Naozumi will even feel that he does not belong here.

His temperament gradually became cold, or nothing.

The past smile, vitality, feelings for others, and desire for various things seem to be turning into pieces and being torn apart bit by bit.

Like quicksand between your fingers, you can do nothing to try to keep it.

but.

There is a special emotion that never fades away or weakens, and even becomes stronger and stronger.

That is—

Crack...

Shang Quanna clenched his raised fist, and the blue veins burst out along the back of his hand. A trace of anger appeared rarely on his expressionless face.

——The long-cherished wish to kill Wushou.

...

On the other side.

Sensoji Temple.

The female swordsman wearing dark yellow sleeves that were red-stained, stood in front of the "Thunder Gate" in Sensoji Temple and looked around.

Several thick red pillars form the eight-legged door constructed by the wife, and the statues of the "Wind God" and "Thunder God" are enshrined on both sides of the door.

After confirming that no one existed around, the female swordsman tiptoed, jumped over the Thunder Gate and entered Sensoji Temple.

Inside Senso Temple.

At this moment, Sensoji Temple has not been renovated by the Tokugawa Shogunate in later generations, and it seems less grand and even looks a bit narrow.

This hall.

A dark golden statue of Guanyin is quietly placed in the middle of this hall.

The female swordsman frowned and walked around the back of the Guanyin statue. She looked at the bloody marks on the ground that seemed to be scratched desperately, as well as the blurred blood words on the pillar next to her.

Whenever she comes to this place, she always feels a little uncomfortable.

in particular--

She raised her head and looked at the only words that could be distinguished on the pillar next to her.

Among the trembling and fuzzy fonts, there are a few words that appear particularly prominent and neat, as if they were written by the writer in the end:

——"My Wife".

"Go!" After seeing the words "my wife", the swordsman in the winding string felt depressed!

Her eyes were fierce and she suddenly pulled out a strange-shaped sword from her waist, her arms tensed up, and she slashed at the pillar like crazy!

Swish! Swish! Swish!!

As several blood-red sword lights shone through the interior of Senso Temple.

boom!!!

Several pillars with blood marks collapsed.

“…I’m so annoying.”

The body was blown by the wind.

The extended sword body slowly retracted. She gritted her teeth and looked at the blood on the ground, and slowly retracted the knife back into the scabbard.

In the villa.

A monk wearing a monk's robe closed his eyes. He listened to the roar from the next door and silently folded his hands together.

"……Amitabha."

...

Narrow and misty mountain.

It's dawn.

Nao Nao sat on the roof all night and he thought about a lot of things.

Nowadays, the only one who is really capable of killing ghosts may be himself, and my wife Shancun, who has been struck by lightning.

It is too difficult to fight against evil ghosts by relying solely on human bodies.

Even the pillars with human bodies that have been polished to the peak can hardly resist evil spirits with all kinds of strange blood ghost techniques.

It can be seen from this mission operation that even during the day, both pillars were seriously injured.

If Naozuna came later, there might even be a sacrifice for the pillar.

And the ghost's pupils were not even seen as the number of "downstrings".

Speaking of which, the time when the Twelve Ghost Months appeared seemed a bit too early.

The Twelve Ghost Moon is the offline of the twelve "strongest ghosts" developed by Wusan in order to find the blue red spider flower.

It is based on the number "land" and is divided into "upper string" and "downward string".

Among them, the smaller the number, the stronger the combat power, and the more blood you get.

In other words, the ghost called "One of the Winding String" is the most powerful.

The ghost in "The Lower String Land" is the weakest ghost moon.

In the original work, Wusan really began to develop his own downline, that is, the birth of the upper strings, probably during the Edo period.

The reason for creating the Twelve Ghost Months was that Wusan was cut out from a psychological shadow by a genius swordsman with sun earrings.

Although it is not long since the Edo period.

And now Wusan... seems to have a vague concept of creating winding.

"The ghost killing team, which is solely mine, will definitely not stand... do you want to give them blood?"

“Or…can…can…”

Shang Quanna raised her head and looked at the sky that was gradually dawning. The light of dawn broke through the rich darkness, like a pair of big hands separating the clouds.

Thinking of this, he bit his finger and took out a piece of bamboo from his clothes, and used his nails to stain blood and carve it on the piece of bamboo.

Crack... Crack...

Beside him, the crows were leaning against Shang Quannai, sleeping in a drowsy state.

Squeak...

The door of the doctor's hall was slowly pushed open, with a golden color shining, and the red hair on the edges first came out.

The man stood on the street with his hands on his hips, and looked at the empty street with excitement.

Then he excitedly pulled out the wooden knife from his waist and began to wave it hard.

Swish!

Swish!

At this time, Purgatory Renshouro, who was sweating, looked up and saw Naozuna sitting on the roof. He raised his hand and greeted Naozuna:

"Good morning! Lord Shangquan!"

Nao Nao nodded slightly at him.

Then he tied the bamboo pieces in his hand to the ankle of a wake-up crow beside him, and gently patted the crow's body: "Take this to the ancestral house."

"Gar!" The crow nodded, then turned around and waved his wings in the direction outside the barrier, and flew up.

When Purgatory Renshouro saw Nao Nao letting the flying crow look, he said with a familiarity:

"Grandmaster Uchimura! Today is the day of the shrine festival!"

He pointed to the people who gradually opened the windows on the street and looked out: "Today will be a very lively day!"

Naozuna followed the fingers of Purgatory Renshouro to look at the narrow mist mountain not far away. A sedan chair with many red lanterns hanging on it was slowly being lifted down.
Chapter completed!