[Gintama] The Way of Slaying Ghosts

At the bottom of the dark river, the entangled people can only be seen by the faint fluorescence emitted by those intricate silk threads, and the strange thing is that each of them has a smile on their face as if seeing a beautiful thing, sinking into themselves In the sweet dream of the heart.

"What are we going to do now?" Sakata Gintoki approached a young man, looked at his face with a dreamy smile and rubbed his chin a few times, "Should we just cut off those glowing threads?"

"I don't know, but let's try first." Jiu Tsuji-san said after thinking for a while, then narrowed his eyes and drew out his two sabers.

Cutting down without hindrance, the broken soft light floated in the darkness like water plants, but then Jiu Tsuji-san found a force overflowing from the abyss-like darkness, and then those light rays suddenly entangled that man even more crazily. Youth, and it is still increasing, more dense than before, wrapping it into a thick cocoon like silk.

Jiu Tsuji-san quickly backed away with Sakata Gintoki, so they were not wrapped together, frowned and looked at the cocoon glowing in the dark, and then at the entangled people nearby.

"What's the situation?" Sakata Gintoki wanted to poke the thick cocoon, but was slapped away by Jiu Tsuji San.

"Trouble." Jiu Tsujisan looked under the darkness, but couldn't see to the end, "Now I can think of two ways to save them, one is that I enter their fantasy world one by one, and then pull them out, but I have already done it before. You have tried it once, it may not be successful if you use it again, and it is too troublesome, the other is to find this ghost and kill it, I am afraid it is hiding here, but I don’t know how to find it.”

"There is no way to stay like this, and the wigs are still waiting for us up there." Sakata Gintoki looked down, then looked up again, but no matter which way he looked, there was darkness.

"It doesn't matter that Gulu can sense my situation, I'm going to go down and have a look." Jiu Tsuji-san glanced at those people and prepared to go down.

"Okay, okay, then Ah Yin will accompany you, and I can take care of you." Immediately after, Sakata Gintoki saw Jiu Tsuji's disdainful eyes looking over, and couldn't help but choke, "Hey, what kind of eyes is that? Although Ah Yin...what's the matter with you?"

Sakata Gintoki noticed that Jiu Tsuji-san, who was about to go down, suddenly stopped, squinted his eyes and carefully looked at those entangled people.

Coming to a person, observing her face, Jiu Tsuji-san subconsciously touched his right eye: "These people...are the townspeople of the small town." At the end, his tone was completely certain.

"How do you know?" Sakata Gintoki looked at the woman Jiu Tsuji-san was looking at in surprise.

"Didn't I say it before, when I was in the town, I couldn't see the fate of some people with my right eye, but now I realize..." Jiu Tsuji said in a cold tone, "Those people who can't see and the people here They are exactly the same, although I didn’t remember all of them, but I still remembered a few.”

Sakata Yinshi next to him was silent for a while, looking in one direction with a slightly ugly face: "Ah, it seems that's the case, the two who returned to the camp earlier are also here, together with the other two."

Jiu Tsujisan then looked over, and the direction Sakata Gintoki was looking at was the two people who had reported to them earlier.

"What exactly did we see?" Sakata Gintoki frowned when he thought of those two people who were exactly like his teammates in front of him.

"I don't know, but let's go down first." Jiu Tsuji-san said calmly, "Kill that ghost."

"Okay." Sakata Gintoki took a last look at those people and followed Jiu Tsujisan to the bottom of the river.

However, the river, which should not be very deep, has not reached the bottom of the river after walking for a long time. Jiu Tsujisan glanced at the dark surroundings, and grabbed Sakata Gintoki, who had almost melted into the darkness after a while: "Don't get lost. , can’t be seen from a distance.”

"Ah? Hmm." Sakata Gintoki agreed, and just about to say something, he saw countless lights coming up from below, and the direction was right at them.

"Get away from those lights, don't get entangled!" Jiu Tsuji-san immediately reminded.

Sakata Gintoki severely cut off the light that was entangled towards him and smacked his lips: "This is too much."

Cutting off those rays of light again and again, Jiu Tsujisan took a breather, watching the ever-increasing rays of light coming from all directions surround them, forming a circle at the bottom of the dark river.

"It doesn't look good." Sakata Gintoki twitched the corner of his mouth, holding the knife tightly in his hand.

"You've seen it too." Jiu Tsuji-san looked at the thin threads that were shining brightly, "The fragments of each cut."

Sakata Ginji paused for a moment, then asked, "Are those the memories of the people trapped here?"

"Well, I'm afraid it's a part that the ghost took from them." Jiu Tsuji-san's right eye turned pure black again, "In the end, they are left with only the fantasy world they wish to create in their hearts."

"By the way, we can't even see the appearance of that ghost now." Sakata Gintoki sighed, looking helplessly at the dense light around him.

"No, I can see it." Jiu Tsuji-san scanned the light and began to search, "Humans and ghosts have different memories." As soon as the words fell, Jiu Tsuji-san rushed towards one direction and grabbed it. A black line, "Found it."

Then the scene changed in the next instant, and there was already a small town in front of him, Jiu Tsuji-san was a little dazed, and then realized that this was just a memory.

The smell of food at noon bypassed the streets and alleys. The town was not lively but it was not deserted either. A man wearing a bamboo hat was walking on the street.

At the door of an ordinary hut, a boy sat on the threshold with his hands on his chin and kept looking into the distance. When he saw the man wearing a bamboo hat, his eyes lit up and he ran over immediately.

Being firmly caught, the boy rubbed his broad chest, then raised his head and shouted excitedly: "Father, you are finally back!"

Taking off the bamboo hat, a smile appeared on the man's resolute face, and he patted his head immediately: "Okay, let's go back to the house, Bozhi."

"Father, how long can you stay this time?" At the dinner table, the boy looked at his father expectantly.

The man was silent for a while, then rubbed his hair: "Sorry, the recent war is urgent, I will leave immediately." When I come back, I always hold it. Maybe this is the last decision.

"Mother, I..." The man took a deep breath, looked at the white-haired old man beside him, but was interrupted.

"It's okay, Shenglang." The old man looked at the man's face carefully with his dim eyes, and stroked his cheek with his dry hand, "I know, so don't worry, we must work hard to survive, Bozhi and I have been waiting for you .”

The boy tried his best to suppress the reluctance in his heart, watched his father put on the bamboo hat again and turned away, and pulled the old man's sleeve with one hand: "Grandma, when will father come back home and accompany me well?" On the so-called battlefield, my father went home less and less often, and the time he stayed was shorter and shorter. His face was always very solemn, and his current fatigue could not be covered.

"Probably..." The old man led the boy into the house, "Let's wait until there is no more war."

The boy thought for a while and said, "Why is there a war? It would be nice if there would be peace forever, so that my father can come back and we can stay together forever."

But he didn't wait for peace after all, what he waited for was his father's death, and the war became more and more tense, and it had already spread to the surrounding towns, and more and more gods and humans came and went in the town, and the townspeople didn't even dare to go out. .

There was commotion on the street not far away. The boy didn't know what happened, and he didn't dare to open the door, so he tried his best to lie on the edge of the wall and looked at the chaotic place, and then slowly opened his eyes wide.

"Grandma is going to buy vegetables, Bozhi stays at home obediently, you know?" Before going out, the old man patted the boy's head sadly.

"En." The boy responded obediently. He knew that grandma hadn't dared to go out to buy things for a few days because of the heaven and man. A few days ago, a person in the town was beaten to death by the heaven and man. He saw it too. He went out to help him, but was stopped by grandma.

The boy opened his eyes wide and looked at the sad and painful face of his grandma, only to hear her say in that hoarse voice: "Don't go out, Bozhi, don't go out, you will be killed, you will be killed, we will do anything No."

"How could it be..." The boy froze, and trembled all over after hearing the scream that became more and more miserable. Looking over again, he found that there were only a few heavenly beings on the street who were being teased and beaten like dogs. There was no one outside the man, and the townspeople who were hiding at home just quietly opened the window and took a look, then closed the window again with guilt and shame.

And grandma also fastened the door tightly, closed the window again, hugged him and huddled in the house silently listening to the faint calls for help and beatings outside, the boy thought about the reaction of the townspeople he just saw. He murmured: "Why are you all unwilling to go out? Why? Obviously as long as everyone goes out together, those heavenly beings can be driven away."

"But what about after running away?" The old man trembled and hugged the boy tightly, his face was covered with a layer of gray, "They will come again, bringing more heavenly beings with them, and the whole town will suffer."

In the end, after a long time after the heaven and man had left, someone quietly opened the door, and then as if they had received some message, the doors of every house were opened, and the townspeople silently walked to the man who had changed beyond recognition, and began to deal with it. his body.

Now, this incident happened before my eyes again. My grandma was wailing in pain at the feet of heaven and man. The vegetable basket had been kicked aside long ago. Just like that day, every house closed the door tightly.

Staring blankly at the scene on the bridge, after being awakened by another scream, the boy fell off the edge of the wall. He didn't have time to care about the pain on his body. The bridge ran over.

"Let go, bastard!" Looking at the dying grandma, the boy held the knife with red eyes, screamed and slashed at the heavenly man, but was easily grabbed and then kicked out.

"Where did the kid come from?" A tiger-headed celestial being looked contemptuously at the boy who got up from the ground again, "With a wooden knife, you think you can resist us?"

It was exactly the same as that day, no one came to save people, no one came back, they were all afraid and scared.

The boy who was ridiculed by a few heavenly beings for kicking the ball had never hated him so much, maybe it was those heavenly beings, maybe it was the townspeople who didn't help him, maybe it was himself who was like them a few days ago.

"Run... run away..." A weak groan came into the boy's ears, and he barely opened his swollen and bloodied eye, only to see his grandma looking at him in despair.

And the celestial being who was stepping on it obviously also noticed, and ran over a few more feet: "This old man is tenacious."

It would be great if these celestial beings disappeared, and it would be great if there were no such celestial beings, then there would be no wars, and my father, grandma, and myself would not have to suffer from such things.

When the heavenly beings finally left, the boy looked forward with difficulty, his whole body was screaming in pain, his eyes could only be opened a crack, the grandma lying a few steps away from him was silent at the moment, and finally fell into a trance before his eyes. It was dark.

The author has something to say: Thank you, the big devil, Miao Miao Miao, for mine!

I stayed up late tonight and coded QAQ