It's Very Easy to Fill in Next Time

It can collapse at any time.

Just the strength of swinging the knife will hurt her own muscles and bones. In the past battles against evil gods, her body can no longer bear any battles. Swinging the knife kills not only the enemy, but also her Own.

"It's old after all."

Kazama Crane whispered bitterly.

Her inner fighting spirit has not weakened in the slightest, and her sword is still sharp, but her body is overwhelmed, and she coughs up blood.

But the enemy is still densely packed with darkness, the cannibal ghost seems not to know how to be afraid, even the expression is equally ferocious and terrifying.

She didn't see hatred and murderous intent in the eyes of these ogres, but instead saw a full appetite, which made her a little proud. This old and decayed body had already aged and faded, but unexpectedly... Still charming?

As a woman, she was happy for a second, and then sent the sword into the mouth of the evil spirit who opened its mouth to taste her flesh and blood, piercing its brainstem.

Her arm was also broken, and the only arm left, the weapon was also lost.

The effects of a few sticks of adrenaline also seemed to wear off, and she felt very tired and sleepy.

Kazama Crane, who has been so strong for half his life, had a thought of "stop here".

She watched the group of ogres drooling and pounced, and suddenly regretted it...

The eyes that were almost closed opened again, and he raised his right leg suddenly, kicked the ogre's head, kicked up the weapon he had dropped, bit the handle of the knife with his teeth, and the knife was dripping with blood.

No, absolutely not!Even if it is death, it must not die like this!

She bit the knife and rushed towards the evil spirit.

The desperate dance of this life burns until the last moment.

Even if her arms and legs were broken, she still had to get up, but after all her strength was limited, she fell to the ground like a butterfly with broken wings.

Falling to the ground, her cheek was pressed against the burnt earth, and there was a burnt smell on the earth, she saw herself in the broken mirror.

Bleeding, so embarrassing.

She couldn't move anymore, her injuries were heavy, her face was covered with blood, but she firmly bit the handle of the knife.

Hatred and killing intent made her unwilling to just rest in peace.

She thought she would be eaten alive, but she saw a very strange scene in her eyes that refused to close.

Seeing an evil spirit, she took a step back slowly.

The ferocious facial features became frozen, and the beast-like ogres who were not afraid of pain unexpectedly began to retreat involuntarily, as if they were avoiding and fearing.

Kazama Crane let go of her teeth, and the sword fell to the ground. She didn't know what the group of ogres saw, but a deep laugh came out of her throat.

"what……"

She wanted to laugh, not out of trembling or fear, but out of joy, out of ridicule.

It turns out that they also once knew the taste of fear...

Chapter 130 Four I Am Fear

The roaring locomotive stopped on the village road.

There is a raging fire burning here, and the fire is thick with smoke, and it is difficult for people to not notice it at a distance of several kilometers.

Bai Wei found traces of Jingu's escape, and the corpses and bloodstains extended all the way to the village.

It's a pity that he was still a step late.

Even if they travel day and night, there is a limit to the speed of human movement. Without an aircraft ship like the Dark Night Ark, it is difficult to achieve rapid transfer.

Space movement is not a particularly advanced mystery, but there are multiple spaces in this world. The same simple space coordinate may be encrypted layer by layer, and it also covers more than one space dimension, so only the ancient forging gods can create a space that travels through different dimensions. The space gate and the photon bridge to the sea of ​​stars are obviously hopeless.

Bai Wei came to the edge of the road, stopped his motorcycle, put down his helmet, and looked at the cold corpses and burning fires in the village, as if he had returned to his memory and became a ghost slayer again.

Coincidentally, these ogres were very familiar with the ones he beheaded, no matter in appearance or feel, they were almost the same.

When he beheaded the fifth ogre, the other ogres noticed him.

Immediately, they swarmed over and blocked Bai Wei at the gate of a room.

Just as Bai Wei raised his knife, the expressions of the murderers froze.

Strictly speaking, these creatures have no facial expressions, but in fact they also have a small amount of emotion.

It's thin, but not completely absent.

When a person is afraid, he can't hide what is going on in his heart, let alone such a simple creature that only knows how to kill and devour.

When they falter, they are easier to understand than hell demons, like a robot carrying out orders and suddenly crying and laughing.

Bai Wei was also aware of their changes, and immediately narrowed his eyes: "You guys, recognize me?"

No one answered the ogres, but when Bai Wei took a step forward, they took a step back.

Bai Wei was even more sure that the Rashomon door he saw in his dream did not appear for no reason.

Why step back?

Naturally it is fear.

Why are you afraid?

Because there are too many kills.

Only then did Bai Wei suddenly realize that he seemed to have indeed done a bloody thing.

After kicking Yagyu Zuobei out with one kick, he chose exclusive experience.

So he was stuck in Rashomon and killed for ten years.

In ten years, how many evil spirits were killed?

One hundred thousand horses?million horses?Thousands of horses?

hard to calculate...

He forcibly blocked the spring water and tortured and killed evil ghosts for ten years. Even if it was a newly born ghost, this ghost slayer would kill it without hesitation!

It wasn't until later that the miasma became infected, became insane, and turned into an evil spirit before being released by Rashomon.

Even though the group of evil ghosts are weak in emotion, they will definitely remember him deeply, and it's hard not to be deeply impressed.

Fear, of course.

He is a legend spread among the ghost race, like a rabbit meeting a tiger, like hell demons fearing doom.

Once such a conditioned reflex is formed, when Bai Wei stands here, the ogres can stand firm because their emotions are weak, but if they are a little stronger, they may have fled limply from fright and trembled in their calves.

Fear is the enemy of all enemies.

Enemies don't stop their blades just because they feel fear.Because... this is also a massacre.

Bai Wei still wields a knife.

No need for sympathy!

……

Bai Wei cleared away all the evil spirits on the road. Every evil spirit was stiff when they saw him. Slashing with a knife was no more difficult than chopping a wooden stake. Occasionally, when encountering those who had the courage to resist, it was still only a single blow.

He saw the witch, stepped forward, squatted down slightly, and helped the palace secretary who was burning to the end.

Body, very light.

"You are..." Fengjianhe's voice was equally soft.

"Bai Wei." He said, "Ming people..."

"They seem to be afraid of you..." Kazama Crane asked weakly.

"Yes, I have killed many, many of them." Bai Wei nodded.

Kazama Crane looked at the young man's side face: "Thank you, seeing you makes me feel at ease."

"You need treatment."

"No, it's too late." Feng Jianhe breathed very calmly, and she said softly, "My time is almost up."

Bai Wei paused: "Do you have anything to say?"

"There is one." The light in Kazama Crane's eyes was fading: "I can, can I ask you something?"

"You said."

"A lot of people are still there...I want to ask you to take them back."

Bai Wei replied, "That's exactly why I came here."

Kazama Crane closed his eyes and smiled: "It's really great."

Gong Si's breathing and heartbeat stopped, and he returned to heaven with a smile.

Another shrine maiden has passed away, and she wasn't the first, and she won't be the last.

The palace secretary in Bai Wei's arms is very light, it's hard to imagine how she has carried a heavy burden for decades to come to the present.

Bai Wei is a rebellious traveler of hundreds of generations and a passer-by of thousands of years. He can look at everything from the perspective of a bystander without having to bear too many responsibilities and obligations, but sometimes you can only feel it when you get close. The only thing they have How ardently burned in my life.

Feng Jianhe pointed out the direction for him, and Bai Wei knew more about where to cut the mountain.

He didn't dare to delay too much, hunting down the escaped cannibals was a temporary solution, not the root cause. If Rashomon did reappear, he had to seal it as soon as possible.

Otherwise, the scene of the great rivers and mountains in the past may reappear, and no one wants to see the pile of bones piled up.

……

In the dilapidated shrine, Wuzi struggled for several hours and finally fell down.

She said she would save some strength for herself, but in fact she didn't stay at all, and fell to the ground and fell into a faint.

The sword shamans next to her struggled to get up and hug her, trying to warm her body, but all of them were extremely weak.

Jinguji Saki took the weapon, intending to just cut open her palm and continue to maintain the barrier.

"Jingu Temple." A sword shaman held her wrist, persuading her, "Let's go..."

"What?" Jinguji thought he heard it wrong.

"Even if you continue, you won't be able to last until dawn. If you break through by yourself now, you may still have a chance. We can't do it anymore. If you stay, you will be wiped out."