Zongman: Hong Kong's black ceiling but autistic, what should I do?

The female student turned around suddenly and saw Fukuzawa Sakura, dressed in black, sitting behind the desk, looking at her with a smile, holding the Honmaru sword book in her hand.

The female student originally thought that Fukuzawa Sakura had died in the Taisho period together with Yamato-mori Yasusada, but when she saw the "dead person" reappear in front of her, she felt more joy than fear.

"You're still alive! That's great, think about what to do now!"

The female student has a blind confidence in Fukuzawa Sakura. Even if all the Fukusangami are destroyed now, the female student feels that Fukuzawa Sakura will find a way.

But just when the female student was filled with joy and thought that Fukuzawa Sakura would definitely be able to save her, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her chest -

The female student slowly lowered her head and saw a small knife hidden in her clothes stuck in her chest.

This knife was the one that the female student carried when she attacked Fukuzawa Sakura at night. It was also the knife that killed Shi. Now, it has become the knife that kills the female student again.

The female student's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Why...why?"

"The more spiritual power in the Fusangjin, the stronger it is. Even with the remaining spiritual power of Shi, your spiritual power is not enough to support dozens of swords to fight against powerful enemies. Therefore, the best way to change the current situation is for me to take over the spiritual power supply of Honmaru and Fusangjin."

Fukuzawa Sakura waved the sword tent in her hand.

"I asked you to kill Shi before because I wanted to see how the Shinsengumi established a connection with Honmaru and Fusangjin. I didn't expect that it would rely on such a sword net~"

Fukuzawa Sakura opened the knife drawer and looked at the female student's name written on it. She stood up and, in the face of the female student's angry gaze, stabbed the knife deeper into the female student's body.

"Ah!" the female student screamed in pain.

Fukuzawa Sakura looked at the female student coldly and pulled the knife out of her body.

As the knife was pulled out, the blood flowed out unhindered and soon formed a pool of blood under the girl's body.

As if she felt that the female student was dying too slowly, and as if she heard the sound of the Time Traveler coming up the stairs, Fukuzawa Sakura quickly stabbed the female student a few more times.

"Well!"

The female student felt the blood draining from her body. Even if she was angry, she couldn't glare at Fukuzawa Sakura viciously with those bright eyes.

"Hurry up and die. Only when you die can I sign the sword account! If you die too slowly, the retrogression army will come and stab you again. The sooner you die, the sooner I can take over the Honmaru, and those Fusangjin can be resurrected sooner!"

When the female student heard Fukuzawa Sakura's words, her chest heaved violently, but due to the loss of blood, the brain was not supplied with enough blood and she could no longer speak or move.

Finally, the girl student's breath and the name on the knife tent disappeared together.

Fukuzawa Sakura calmly signed her name on the sword tent. In an instant, white light appeared and the entire Honmaru was suddenly shrouded in white light.

The Wannian Sakura that had been burned by the fire gradually grew out of the ruins, and the swords lying on the ground gradually took on human shapes.

"This is..."

California Qingguang looked down at his glowing body. A warm power he had never felt before gushed out from within his body, and the injuries he had suffered before were gradually healed in the white light.

It was not just Kashuai Kiyomitsu. In every corner of the east, the castle tower, and the Honmaru, the tsukumogami felt the deep spiritual power in their bodies and felt that they could easily kill another hundred tracers right now.

The surrounding tsukumogami quickly moved towards the castle tower, because they knew that their true Shinsengumi, the true master of this Honmaru, had returned!

When Kashuu Kiyomitsu and others arrived at the castle tower, they saw chaos at the entrance.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that all the chaos came from the Time Travel Army and... Yamato-no-kami Yasutani, Brother Version!

"Water Breathing, Pick-up Form, Flowing!" A stream of water appeared from under Yamato-mori Yasunari's sword. In the blink of an eye, several time-traveling troops in the front all disappeared into the air.

"An Ding!" Kashuai Qingguang shouted in surprise.

Although Yamatomori Yasutada's current appearance is very different from the appearance in Kashuu Kiyomitsu's memory, Kashuu Kiyomitsu intuitively feels that the muscular man in front of him is Yamatomori Yasutada, his best friend!

"Qingguang! I'm back!"

Hearing the familiar voice responding to him from the encirclement of the backward-moving army, California Kiyomitsu was so moved that he almost cried.

but--

"Now is not the time to reminisce! Oooooohh ...

Fukuzawa Sakura's spiritual power seems to be inexhaustible.

With this level of spiritual power supporting them, the Fusangshen feel as if they will never get tired.

Even if he was accidentally injured, he could rely on his abundant spiritual power to heal the wound at the fastest speed.

The situation on the battlefield quickly reversed.

The Fusangshen gradually defeated the Suoxian Army and forced them to retreat, but Fukuzawa Sakura was not satisfied with the speed at which they dealt with the Songshen.

Fukuzawa Sakura looked at the page of the sword account belonging to Yamato-kami Yasunari, and an idea popped into her mind.

Soon, the Fusangshen, who had been able to easily fight against the Suxing Army, suddenly felt a warm current surging from their bodies. This time, the spiritual power was deeper and more powerful than before!

"boom!"

"Boom!"

One after another, the originally well-proportioned Tsukumogami all grew muscles in an instant, their bodies increased several times in size, and their faces changed from pond-like to... knife-sharp faces!

All the Fusangshen turned into muscular men two or three meters tall!

Dear brothers, they have appeared!

The Fusangshen felt the changes in their vision and the twitching of their muscles, and looked with high morale at the time-traveling soldiers who were several times thinner and smaller than themselves.

"Oh my, I'm so scared..."

The more than two-meter-tall brother version of Tsurumaru Kuninaga joked and looked at the enemy in front of him with a ferocious face.

The soldiers on the march were sweating coldly and kept retreating under the evil smiles of their brothers, the Fusangshen.

"Hurry...Run away! Ah!"