It's Very Easy to Fill in Next Time

"If this is a karmic retribution, this is the reward for your eight years of accumulation of good deeds and sincere repentance."

"If no one will affirm your good deeds, I will affirm them!"

"Bad people deserve karma."

"Good people deserve good rewards."

Bai Wei walked out of the room and walked towards the source of the vibration.

Yamada stared blankly at Bai Wei's back.

Suddenly, the eyes became more blurred, and the bridge of the nose felt sour.

He was a little out of strength and wanted to hold onto the table by his hand, but he staggered and fell to the ground.

He covered his face with his hands, tears streaming down between his fingers.

Not out of fear, not out of fear.

Even before he died, he never thought of crying.

Now, he couldn't suppress his emotions no matter what, he just wanted to cry bitterly.

"A good man deserves good rewards."

"A person like me...is he considered a good person?"

"thanks, thanks……"

The middle-aged man covered his face, bent over, and put his face on his knees, suppressing his crying.

Tears and blood mixed and dripped down the palm of his hand.

Dirty and clear.

Chapter 17 The right way in the world is vicissitudes

"Go away!"

"If you don't get out of the way, I'll kill you too!"

Sachiko Yoshino snarled and landed on all fours, claws tearing through the concrete.

【Demon】

【Comprehensive Level 17】

[Resentful souls - can control resentment to erode the human body...]

[Flesh and flesh eating - devouring flesh and blood to strengthen oneself...]

[Evil Qi Explosion - Violent Qi Strengthening...]

It is indeed a demon...

Strictly speaking, Ueno spirits are also a kind of demon.

Bai Wei has seen a lot, and he was skeptical before, but now he is more convinced.

"It seems that you have eaten a lot of people."

"Don't talk nonsense, let's see the real body, question mark demon."

Sachiko Yoshino was shrouded in blood-colored and pitch-black monster power resentment, she didn't have much rationality left, and even laughed out of anger after being blocked.

"Then I'll eat you first!"

Resentment and evil spirit intertwined with its movements into red and black afterimages.

But this is a blindfold, the fangs and sharp claws hidden in the dark breath are the most deadly attacks.

Bai Wei closed his eyes, perceived and judged the trajectory of the attack through the exposed murderous aura.

Holding the long-handled umbrella that he took out just now, he knocked on the monster's forehead.

thump—

The crisp sound hit, the seemingly astonishing momentum dissipated, and the monster was slapped on the ground, like a football with not very good elasticity.

It looked stunned, and it seemed that it still couldn't accept this fact.

Then the next moment, it felt numb again.

"Go down you."

Bai Wei grabbed its hair, tugged and tossed it, and then let go.

It seemed extremely inhuman.

Sachiko Yoshino fell to the ground and took a while to get up this time.

It stared at Bai Wei, who also jumped down together, with more vigilance than violence in his eyes.

Bai Wei: "You have eaten a lot of people, whether they are sinners or not, if this continues, there is no way to turn back."

Yoshino Sachiko sneered: "Why can't I turn back, I don't need to turn back at all! I will kill them and leave no one behind!"

Bai Wei persuaded: "The Sanada group and I also have conflicts, as long as you let Yamada go, we can cooperate."

She roared: "I don't trust anyone, every word of the villain is a lie! Anyway, I... might as well kill myself before this!"

She raised her hand suddenly, pulled the trash can out of the ground, and threw it at the young man.

Bai Wei kicked the trash can away, the iron box fell to the ground, and there was a strange smell everywhere.

The evil spirit in front of him has dissipated, leaving only a few traces, stretching into the distance.

The monster fled away.

"The words are so harsh, but the running is fast."

He didn't think about chasing it, and in fact he couldn't catch up. Have you ever seen people compare their running speed with a leopard?

Jizhi syrup does not count.

Go back to the apartment on the third floor.

At this time, Yamada's mood has stabilized a lot, but the wound on his face is grim, and he is planning to visit a nearby clinic.

But before going out, he asked, "What about her?"

"Nowhere to be seen."

"Well, I actually want to see her again." Yamada looked ashamed.

"It's useless to see her, that's not Sachiko Yoshino."

"Isn't it?"

"Of course not... Even a resentful soul wouldn't look like this. It's a monster, but it's not a natural spirit, but a monster born of obsession and resentment, which is similar to a ghost."

Bai Wei said casually: "About its origin, do you know?"

Yamada thought about it carefully: "I remembered, Mr. Yoshino seems to have raised a cat in the past."

"How old is the flower cat?"

"It was already very big at that time, already more than nine years old, and now..."

"Yeah." Bai Wei nodded and asked, "Can you go to the clinic by yourself?"

"OK."

"Okay, be careful on your own way." Bai Wei got up and left.

Yamada chased out the door and was about to say thank you, but he was nowhere to be seen outside the door.

……

The place of Xiangliu in Huajie.

Geisha dancing, playing shamisen, delicacies on jade plates on the table, and interlacing cups and chips.

"To be able to meet the cubs of the Samurai Society today is truly a blessing."

Sanada Koichi may not have lost his smile so much in many years.

But his smile still looks very sincere, climbing to the second-rate force in the Kanto United, observing words and emotions is also an important skill.

But now he secretly contacted the Samurai Association behind the back of the Kanto Union, which meant that he had to give up his equal superiority and bow his head to ask for help from this group of people.

For him, it is of course a shame, but it is also the ultimate way of survival, and he must bow his head when he should bow his head.

The samurai society is different from the Kanto United in the large number of people. They are elites, a gang formed by a small number of ancient samurai families. Because of the sword hunting order, they were deprived of the privileges of the samurai class. Their strength is higher than ordinary people, but lower than the top. Swordsman...

Many samurai are from the abandoned school after the plaque was taken away, and a small number of them are disciples of famous gymnasiums.

This situation is the same as the poor samurai in the shogunate rule hundreds of years ago.

The young man in his 20s sitting in front of him was dressed in a kimono, which was incompatible with the suit and floral shirt.

But this young man is far scarier than any extreme.

He is a swordsman who has studied in many gymnasiums. He joined the Samurai Association at a young age. He is also one of the four adopted sons of the Fujiwara family, Fujiwara Matsudaira.

He emerged at a young age in the Samurai Association and was called a young tiger. The four brothers including him had been killed by anyone who had seen blood.

The status of the Fujiwara family in the Samurai Association is also maintained by this kind of people, but as a price, these people are almost invisible. Even if they have received guidance in the gym in the past, they are all regarded as non-existent useless disciples.

Sanada Kinichi also had human life at hand, but he considered himself a human being, and he didn't do unnecessary killing, but human beheading was different. They were bred to kill people, and they regarded human life as nothing.

"I don't drink alcohol." Fujiwara Matsuhira just picked up the teacup and took a sip of water: "Compared with the small talk, what I want to know is about my useless younger brother."

"Yamazaki?"

"He also had the opportunity to become a big shot, and his talent in making money is first-class, but the old antiques of the samurai association did not accept him. Among our brothers, he is very smart... He joined the Kanto Union and changed his old surname back. We all know that , so I came here to figure it out."

Fujiwara Matsudaira narrowed his eyes: "I really want to know who killed him."

Sanada Jiyi smiled and said, "We are also investigating this matter."

"What did you find out?"

"The other party looks like this." Sanada Kinichi took out a hand-painted sketch, and after his subordinates described it, he asked someone to profile the picture.

Fujiwara Matsudaira glanced at him: "He's a handsome man... the type I hate the most, has his identity been found out?"