[Comprehensive] The Ritual of Blame Evil

"Is that Yoshida Matsuyo?"

The voice without emotion is like a cold utensil. It is not a pleasant sound. The appearance is covered by the bamboo hat, and the lines of the face make the face extremely rigid. Several people are dressed in the same way, and they cannot see the appearance. The good-looking people seemed to be carved out of the same mold. They were all holding a Zen stick, and the ring on the dark golden Zen stick was blown by the night wind to make a crisp sound, like people dressed as monks in this kind of place. Unusual.

They looked at the lighted house not far away, and they could see the movements of the men in the courtyard, but they were shrouded in darkness and could not be found.

"Do you need to report to the adults?"

The other man spoke coldly, that cold tone was no different from the previous ones, they seemed to be mass-produced by machines, there was no difference.

"...Tell my lord that Yoshida Matsuyo is suspected of organizing a party."

"rustle……"

"Who!"

Hearing a little sound, several people immediately became vigilant. They all turned their eyes to the source of the sound, but they couldn't see anything clearly in the darkness, but the faint footsteps that gradually came made the few people sure that someone was walking towards them. They did not relax their vigilance, and they were ready to fight at any time. At this time, the dark clouds that covered the moonlight slowly dispersed, and the moonlight shone down. The few people gradually saw the scene in front of them clearly, and they also saw who was coming.

It was a girl with a delicate face but no expression. If the pair of jet-black eyes were not clear as if filled with soul, the girl would look like a doll.

"You are... a student of Yoshida Matsuyo."

After observing the Matsushita private school for many days, they recorded the comings and goings of the people inside, not to mention the girl who lived in the Matsushita private school.

Qisha glanced back and forth at several people, and then patted the leaves on his body. Although this hillside is not far from the Matsushita private school, it is a bit troublesome to come here. It has also become a good place to observe, Qisha said slowly in a flat tone:

"You are the ones who have been peeping at the private school for the past few days."

Seven kills used an affirmative sentence. She felt it when she came back with Yinshi that day. At first, she thought it was an illusion, but she felt a sense of being watched for several days in a row. She couldn't help but care about it. The life of being watched by people is very uncomfortable.

"You girl, did you find out?"

They are confident enough in their ability to hide their aura. They didn't expect to be seen through by a little girl. Qi Sha didn't care about the other party's tone, and brushed his hair blown up by the night wind:

"Well, obviously, at first I thought you were weird monks who came to kidnap children, but now it seems..."

Qi Sha paused for a moment, her unwavering eyes were a little cold, and her plain voice also became cold in the night wind:

"You guys have taken a fancy to Teacher Songyang's beauty."

Wait, girl, your focus is a bit off.

"..."

The few people were choked by Qi Sha's inexplicable words, and the corners of their mouths twitched. Although Yoshida Shoyo was indeed good-looking, but this girl said it solemnly as if they were a group of perverts, which made people feel uncomfortable.

"So, can you tell me, who are you?"

The voice of Qisha was soft and weak, but there was an undeniable coldness in the tone. The men became vigilant again from the relaxed mood. They couldn't ignore the girl in front of them. She was a student of Yoshida Shoyo. If Yoshida Songyang's charges have been approved, and this girl is also the so-called remnant sin, she cannot be let go, the leading man said coldly:

"Sorry, I can't tell you, and...you can't go back either."

Killing here or kidnapping and taking it back is the end. The man clenched the Zen stick in his hand and looked at Qi Kill coldly. He is a killer and not a real monk, so he has no mercy.

"Can't go back?" Seven kills repeated, then chuckled:

"No, I sneaked out, it's not good to be discovered, and...you are the ones who can't go back."

"!!!"

As soon as Qisha's voice fell, the person disappeared in front of several people in an instant, and the naked eye could no longer follow the fast-moving figure. Even though the trained and extremely keen five senses found the direction of the girl, *couldn't keep up with that girl. Speed, he only heard Qisha's indifferent and indifferent voice sounding in this quiet night:

"Xu Dao Liu, Qiang Wei."

It was a violent kick, and he felt the pain of being kicked away without even grabbing the girl's figure. It was as if his internal organs had been hit hard by some heavy object. The pain was fast and violent. He hit his brain directly, except that his mind was blank, only the pain was attacking him. He never thought that his companion would be attacked by a girl so easily, and the rest of them immediately formed formations to deal with this girl whose appearance did not match her strength.

"Huh? It's good to come together, save some time."

Qisha smiled lightly, but that smile turned a bit bad, the corner of the mouth that was not very curved was dangerous and malicious, Qisha stood motionless, without the slightest defensive posture, grabbing Qisha for a moment Several people attacked the weak point together. The clinking sound from the Zen staff was pleasant to hear, but this crisp sound was quickly overwhelmed by howls.

"Xu Dao Liu... Lotus Flower Grass."

Seven kills shuttled among the few people with a slight smile on her face all the time, but it was that smile that made people look cold. She was more indifferent than their group of killers, more cold than their group of killers. The cruelty that was coming, she easily defeated their group of elites on the ground, her arms and legs were broken by her expressionless face, she didn't use any weapons, she just defeated them empty-handed, directly, They... Naraku of Amaterasu Institute, were defeated.

"you you……"

This girl doesn't seem to be taught by Yoshida Shoyang. Even if the man is suspected of organizing a party, but that man is a moderate and moderate faction, how could it be possible to teach such a student.

Seven kills straightened her clothes, and slowly walked to the person closest to her. She knelt down and pulled his clothes away, and their unified tattoos were immediately exposed on her arms. Seven kills asked lightly:

"I'll ask again, who are you and why are you following Teacher Songyang?"

Do you want to answer, if you answer, what are the chances of surviving?

The man who was questioned became confused. He was very familiar with the eyes of the girl. They were the eyes of a murderer. This kind of look, that is the look that can do anything without emotion, this girl...

"Don't get me wrong, whether you answered or not, I will not let you live."

While still thinking, Qisha's plain voice took away the last glimmer of hope, Qisha tilted his head and showed an innocent expression:

"Anything that is not good for Mr. Songyang, I will not stay."

"Then what else do you want to know from my mouth? Why should I answer the same death?"

It is also death, why did he disclose unfavorable information.

Seven kills blinked her eyes twice at what the other party said, she shook her head, then stood up tremblingly and looked down at the guy who couldn't move on the ground, her indifferent eyes seemed to be looking at ants on the ground, the girl's slender legs Lifting up slowly, her snow-white feet were wearing simple clogs. The girl stepped on the man's neck with her right foot. Qisha's voice sounded like it was coming from afar, and it was indistinct.

"...Why answer? Because...I'm giving you a choice..."

Qisha said slowly, the other party's eyes clearly expressed 'what choice', Qisha's pretty face raised a faint smile, and her flat tone was still calm, but this was the most terrifying thing, she used the most In a true tone, he spoke cruel words:

"Well, do you want... an easier death, or a death that is worse than life, or, a death without saying a word, or a death that is caused truthfully?"

It seems that every choice has the same ending, but the process is very different.

"Have you chosen?"

"..."

"Aren't you going to say yes?"

"..."

"I see."

Qi Sha didn't ask too much, she didn't care about these answers, she looked at the man under her feet indifferently, Qi Sha applied force with her right foot without blinking her eyes, and only heard a crisp sound, the neck of the man under her feet was broken like this up.

"Seven kills..."

A gentle voice sounded behind her, Qi Sha was stunned for a moment, she turned around slowly, her bland eyes remained unchanged, she tilted her head and called out the other party's name:

"Teacher Songyang?"

What Songyang saw was a corpse all over the place, the girl's feet were still on the other's neck, but Qisha's eyes did not show any guilt or strangeness, even if he killed someone, he was very calm, Songyang suddenly realized what the girl said In a word.

She is the knife.

So killing is a matter of course.

Songyang realized that maybe his teaching was wrong, he could not teach Bushido to Qisha like an ordinary child, he first had to make Qisha clearly realize that he was a talent, Songyang slowly walked to Qisha In front of him, Qisha was as thin and small as he had met at the beginning, but no matter how Qisha got along with Yinshi and they did not change her essence, she always regarded herself as a knife, without hesitation, without thinking, Songyang Squatting down and looking at Qi Sha at the same level, the girl's eyes are clean and clear, but she lacks self-awareness, no worries, no confusion, maybe she doesn't even know that she is happy when she is happy.

"Seven kills, this is wrong."

Songyang touched Qisha's head, his black hair became slightly cold in the night wind, Qisha didn't understand Songyang's words:

"what?"

"Killing is wrong, we cannot take a person's life at will."

"why?"

"Because... to kill a person, you have to bear his life. That is a very heavy thing."

"……do not really understand."

Qisha has already forgotten how many people she has killed. She didn't remember or kill people on purpose. She has no special feeling about killing, but she is numb. When watching life passing by her hands, Qisha will think of her father. Said words:

Qisha, you are a knife, it is meaningless if you don’t make a sharp blade, but you, just make a knife, don’t think about other things.

In fact, Qisha doesn't know what she should be other than becoming a knife. Among the three children, the father's attitude towards them is very obvious. The elder sister is like glass. Like jade, it was carefully carved by her father with special care, but she, like a stone, was put aside like that, neither paying attention nor underestimating it, so the growth of Qisha was not complete, and her father taught her how to become a knife, but She wasn't taught how to be a human being, and Seven Kills has the truth of a knife.

Knife, murderer.

"Seven kills, knives are not used to kill people, but to protect people."

Suddenly, I felt that this sentence was very suitable for Qisha.

"When a person has something he wants to protect, he will become strong, and the knife in his hand will become an extremely powerful weapon. What is really powerful is not the knife itself, but the heart of that person, the heart of that person. The soul, the strength of a person's soul cannot be cut off by any knife."

Songyang's gentle smile is nostalgic, that kind of temperature will make people greedy, this man's smile can be engraved in the memory, no matter how many years it is, it will be very clear, it will not be erased, seven kills will always remember, it is this The man took her out of her cold and pale world and gave her the right direction.

"Qisha, before you become a knife, you have to remember that you are a person first, do you still remember what you said, you want to become a silver knife?"

"I remember." Seven kills nodded, it was Yinshi who saved her at that time, so she was thinking that if this happened again in the future, she could become Yinshi's knife and kill everything for him.

"Then... Seven Kills, let's make an agreement."

Songyang stretched out his little finger, the man's slender fingers were clearly a pair of good-looking hands, Qi Sha hesitated, and hooked his own little finger, Songyang deepened his smile and said with a soft smile:

"Please protect them, use your strength to become a knife that can protect people, and find your own meaning."

Who are they, Seven kills is very clear, she nodded without hesitation this time and agreed to Songyang:

"Well, I'll protect them."

Songyang laughed, what he wanted was more than that, what he wanted was not Qisha, a girl, to protect those three boys, what he wanted was Qisha who could support each other with them, and regarded Qisha simply as a girl It's an insult to her. What she wants is not protection, but a kind of recognition, acknowledging her existence and recognizing her value. In fact, Songyang's agreement is a bit stupid. This is a unilateral agreement, and only seven kills and one person are completed. He clearly knew how masculine his other three students were in their bones, and the Bushido he was taught would not be willing to be protected by a woman. This agreement was just a laying out for the future of Seven Kills.

"Then let's go back."

Songyang took Qisha's hand, the girl's hand was icy cold, but the temperature that Songyang sent was extremely warm.

"Teacher, I will protect you too."

"Hehe, the teacher is very happy when you say that."

"Really?"

[At that time, it would have been nice if I held this hand firmly. 】