【Inuyasha】White Moonlight and Vermillion Mole

"What... you look at me like that." Jie Luo was unhappy. This calm and indifferent look... it was as if she was nothing but air.

It was particularly annoying.

She raised her hand and was about to control the knife to dig out the eyes of the two people who were annoying.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes wide, her red mouth slightly opened, and the controlled sword also stopped in mid-air.

And behind her.

The arrow that she thought was shot off silently passed through the hair and inserted into a red skull.

"You actually..." Jie Luo stretched out his hand trembling in disbelief, trying to control the hair to pull out the arrow.

Unfortunately, the spiritual power of the magic-breaking arrow has penetrated into the red skull.

"I don't want it... Damn it..."

From the crack of the skull, the spiritual power penetrated the gap and burst into dazzling light.

"It's..." It's the same arrow that was misled when they first met... shot at the village girl.

"I'm unwilling... to be killed like this..."

Jie Luo hugged his body and turned into ashes bit by bit in pain.

The hair in the sky slid down and scattered without the support of the demonic power. There was a rumbling sound for a long time. It was a pile of heads.

Kagome waited for the skull rain to end, and used the tail of the bow to pull apart the scattered skulls. She walked to the arrow. The arrow head was a red comb that had been broken into two pieces.

He picked it up gently, and the originally hard comb suddenly shattered. It was blown away by the wind and nothing was left.

Kikyo patted her sleeves. Even if Kagome shot the arrow in time, some flames could not avoid touching their clothes. The edge of the white furisode was scorched and stained with a light burnt brown.

She walked to the other side where Jie Luo's body turned into ashes, and a red bag fell on the ground. After opening it, a piece of the Four Souls Jade fragment was poured out.

The moment it touched Kikyo's palm, the slightly dirty black fragment was instantly purified and turned into a clean and bright purple.

After collecting the fragments, Kikyo turned around and noticed that the boy, who had a dull expression, was half squatting on the ground, staring blankly ahead.

He had his back to her, so she couldn't see his expression clearly.

She walked to Kagome's side, and from the same perspective, Kikyo understood.

"Afraid?" she asked.

The skulls scattered all over the ground, some of which had just been cut off not long ago, and the half-corroded flesh residue was white, which looked particularly disgusting.

Hearing this, Kagome came to her senses. He froze for a while and shook his head, "It's just that I feel sad, so many people..." How many of these skulls are fathers, mothers, or children.

Kikyo lowered her head and said nothing, and looked at Kagome deeply. Unlike what she was used to, the boy's eyebrows were full of regret and sorrow.

Suddenly, I was a little curious about his era.

After a while, Kikyo shook lightly to put aside the inexplicable thoughts in her mind and half-knelt on the ground like Kagome.

"Then try to save them."

A cold voice sounded, with a subtle tenderness. Kagome turned her head in a daze, "Eh? Save them... But aren't these all dead people?"

"Well, people are dead, but their souls can be freed."

Kikyo put the bow beside her and stretched out a hand to Kagome, "Give me your hand."

Hmm? Kagome was puzzled, but she still obediently put one hand on the other's soft and dry palm.

"Look ahead, look carefully."

Kikyo's spiritual power followed the hands that touched each other, guiding Kagome into another world.

The world of the dead.