I'm sorry, I, Daoyu Gaoyue, am a scumbag.

"Samajiro-sama!"

The subordinate who still had some courage stood in front of Yoshino Sanjiro, pointing the dagger in his hand at the young man wearing a blue haori in front of him, "He is just a kid who knows some sword skills! Cheer up. Come on, my lord! It’s not over yet! It’s time to use that weapon!”

That weapon!

That's right! You can use that weapon!

The subordinate's violent shouts also woke up Yoshino Sanjiro, whose cheeks were already slightly white. He looked at the short figure in front of him, thought of the musket in his arms, and looked at the narrow alley. He suddenly felt confident. rise.

Here, the advantages of muskets are infinitely expanded!

"You bastard kid! Don't be arrogant!"

The fat pig-like guy also regained some courage and took out a silver musket from his arms. It was about twenty inches long. The handle of the gun was made of wood. The two barrels were silver and engraved with complicated patterns. , looks very expensive, and the muzzle is not as narrow as future pistols, but rather large, looking like a short shotgun.

However, the power of the iron pellets it shoots cannot be underestimated, and it can easily penetrate even some walls.

When Yoshino Sanjiro raised his musket and pointed it at the boy, he seemed to be relieved in his heart, and the frightened look slowly disappeared, and he became confident again, "Kid, I didn't expect you to have such strength, but So what!"

"Times have changed. It is no longer the world of shogunate samurai and wandering swordsmen!"

As he spoke, he became excited. It seemed that the words he said gave him strong confidence, "A kid like you who lives in a place like this knows what this thing in my hand is." ?!"

That's what makes it interesting.

Zhuo Yue grinned and nodded at the sight of a gun pointed at him, then showed a panicked expression, "This, this is a pistol!"

"Why do you have a gun?"

The young man's forward steps paused, and even began to interrupt. He raised his hands in front of him, swaying constantly, and even took the initiative to put the knife in his hand on the ground, "My lord, my lord, my lord! Never, never shoot." Gun! I, I will take you to where the jewelry is!"

"I didn't expect that a country bumpkin from a small place like you actually knows how to use a pistol!"

Seeing the young man showing this attitude, Yoshino Sanjiro couldn't help but laugh, and the stone hanging in his heart fell. After all, even if he had a pistol at the time, he was still very afraid when facing the red ghost.

That's why he kept building up confidence and determination for himself, but what he said for a long time was far less than the confidence that the kid in front of him showed after seeing the gun.

It turns out, it turns out it’s nothing more than that.

That's right, after all, it's just a knife. No matter how powerful it is, how can it be compared to a gun?

But this kid’s eyes are so bright...

It's like there are stars flowing through it.

Yoshino Sanjiro was thinking strangely. He didn't notice that the subordinate in front of him suddenly stiffened. He just continued, "Be afraid! You bastard brat! Now, if you don't want me to shoot, just kneel down." On the ground, kowtow a few times, you bastard!"

Then, Zhuo Yue's trembling movements suddenly stopped, he raised his head and grinned at him, and the subordinate in front of him slowly turned his head, with the same green light flashing in his eyes, and he also grinned at him, "Sir, don't Would you like to shoot?"

"Eh?"

Yoshino Sanjiro was stunned and subconsciously wanted to curse, "What are you talking about, you idiot!——"

The next second, the dagger in the subordinate's hand suddenly stabbed into his wrist. Severe pain and shock hit him at the same time. Yoshino Sanjiro wailed, and instinctively pulled the trigger in panic.

boom!

Gunshots rang out in the night.

But Zhuo Yue's green eyes flashed, looking at the muzzle of the gun that seemed to be deviating to the sky, trying to shoot a bird, and he had no idea of ​​​​avoiding it.

"You stupid pig's accuracy is quite pitiful... Fortunately, I still want to experience the pleasure of dodging a gun."

Bang!

The pistol fell to the ground, and Yoshino Sanjiro also fell to the ground. Looking at the dagger that pierced his wrist, he let out a scream that was higher than that of the three subordinates, and tears and snot burst out at the same time.

"Asshole! You are doing..."

But he gritted his teeth, and even though his face was twitching, he still looked at the subordinate in front of him with a puzzled and angry expression. Just as he opened his mouth to question, he saw the subordinate picked up another subordinate who had dropped it from the ground. The dagger fell on the ground, green light flowed in his eyes, and then he grinned, "Sir, don't be angry, I will let him commit suicide and apologize, and go to hell to accept... Ah, I forgot, your souls, Can’t go to hell, hehe.”

Then, he saw that the subordinate still had a smile on his face, and then he held the dagger behind his back and stabbed his neck fiercely.

At the same time, the smile on his face and the green light in his eyes disappeared at this moment, replaced by endless confusion and pain.

"Sir...my lord..."

He seemed to want to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, blood surged up in his throat, and his body was already falling forward, falling into Yoshino Sanjiro's arms.

Yoshino Sanjiro subconsciously pushed it away, and wanted to crawl back with a look of panic on his face, but he unconsciously touched the dagger on his wrist, and he grinned again.

But I was still scared in my heart.

What's going on, bastard! ?

Is it a demon or a witchcraft?

He looked at the young man subconsciously, but already with a look of fear.

"Sir, don't be angry, I have already punished him."

Gotake smiled kindly at Yoshino Sanjiro, then picked up Sakura Marukiri from the ground, and then turned his attention to the exquisite silver pistol.

He walked forward and picked it up curiously, holding it in his hand and looking at it several times.

Then he slowly raised it and pointed it at the Yoshino Sanjiro who was slumped on the ground. But after thinking about it, he thought whether this was too cheap for this guy, so he turned around and faced the subordinate behind him who howled the loudest.

boom!

An iron bullet was shot from the muzzle of the gun and shot directly through the subordinate's thigh.

Ah, it's off.

I'm so sorry, I wanted to end your pain...

Zhuo Yue sighed and looked at the subordinate who was no longer making any sound but was foaming at the mouth, twitching and fainting. He shook his head and sighed.

Then he grinned again and pointed the gun at another subordinate.

Click.

The trigger was pulled, but no projectile was fired.

Zhuo Yue looked at the gun in his hand. It turned out to be a two-shot gun.

So, he turned around and walked to Yoshino Sanjiro, squatted down, still smiling, tilted his head, his eyes flashed with green light, "Sir, let's play a game, are you interested?"

At this moment, Yoshino Sanjiro looked at the boy in front of him, and the infinite fear in his heart took over. It seemed that the dagger in his hand didn't hurt so much...