Dramatic Blade

As mentioned before, Nura Carp's elimination of Yamamoto Goro Zaemon and Nura's defeat of Yuyi Fox are the same battles that made the Nura group famous and affected the power structure of Edo monsters.

The process is very dangerous.

When Nuliang Koipan began to investigate the ghost stories, Yamamoto's demons of ghost stories were almost all over Edo, and even assassinated the Nuliang group.Then Nuliang Koipan pretended to be a high-ranking official and entered the banquet to kick over the tea pot, interrupting Yamamoto's ceremony at the birth of the last strange story.

——Hundred Stories·The Hundreds.

The last ghost story is about to come out, but the banquet guests are scattered under the terrible battle between the Nuragumi and the monster ghost, and no one can tell Yamamoto a new ghost story.

Mikimaru cut off his head, and the cowardly Yamamoto ran away in a panic, accidentally jumped out of the window and fell from a tall building. His obese body crushed his head.

As he was dying, he struggled like a worm, crookedly writing the name of the last ghost of ghost story with his blood-stained fingers.

One hundred stories · one hundred · Yamamoto Goro Zaemon.

Since you can't become a powerful god or Buddha, let's become a ghost.

Asahikawa straightened his back for a moment, and said in disbelief, "A living human being... turned into a monster?"

From ancient times to the present, monsters are mostly born from human mouths, and when humans die, they are transformed into monsters directly because of powerful treasures and ghost stories. Asahikawa has never heard of them.

He asked carefully, "Is that monster Yamamoto Gorozaemon himself?"

Nuliang Lusheng shook his head: "The ghost stories created by Yamamoto temporarily are very crude, and the human body can't bear the power of demonization, the soul is immediately pulled into hell, the flesh and blood are scattered, and the body is dilapidated. Father led the monsters of the Nuliang group Protect the people from the bloody rain, and wipe out the remaining monsters of strange stories."

Asahikawa suppressed his eagerness to move for a while, it was expected that the Nuliang team won a big victory, but judging from Nuliang Rikusheng's expression, it seems that there is still a lot of follow-up.

Sure enough, Nuliang Rikusheng said: "The death of Yamamoto, this is the beginning of the Hundred Monogatari group."

Asahi Chuan was refreshed for a while, and the point came.

Seeing his bright eyes, the brown-haired youth couldn't help but smile.

In fact, there are not many things that can make Asahikawa arouse his interest for a while. If you observe carefully, you can find that there has always been a kind of indifference covering the painter's eyebrows and eyes, covering the normal laughter and cursing, turning into a gloom.That gloom is the biggest difference between Asahikawa and the past.

"After the demonization of Yamamoto's body, each part formed a youkai, and in the next 400 years, the Hundred Monogatari Group was formed, and Yamamoto's soul formed an alliance with the big monster Nue who was also in hell, and planned to kill his father. , the plan to revive the feather fox.

"Hundred Monogatari Group relies on ghost stories to increase companions and expand power. The monsters responsible for telling the story speak, the monsters responsible for listening to the story are collected, and the painters responsible for depicting the story create—they are Yamamoto's mouth, Yamamoto's ear, and Yamamoto's hand. .”

Speaking of this, Nura Rikusheng's narration began to become a little vague. He simply said: "Seven years ago in the battle between the Nuliang group and the Hyakumonogatari group, I had already wiped out most of Yamamoto's parts. What remains is the mouth and ears, and the brain that I don’t know where to hide.”

Asahi Chuan nodded momentarily: "So that's the case, then this cannibal village is..."

Nura Rikusheng looked out of the window again. The giant cherry blossoms in the courtyard drooped their branches in embarrassment under the heavy rain. This cherry tree is the same weeping cherry tree as the ones in Asahikawa's house and Nura's house. It seems to be planted here. portends something.

Unexpectedly, the strange bright red covered the gentle brown pupils, and the vision of the monster lord suddenly included the whole village.

People who are not sensitive to demonic power cannot perceive any changes, but in Asahikawa's feeling, it seems that the whole space is shaken, and his vision has some kind of dislocation - like a roll of paper is torn, and there is something in front of him. For a moment there was a hallucinatory scene of the moon rising after the rain stopped.

It was a provocative act to rashly pull other monsters into the monsters. The majestic monster power of the demon master spread silently, and the sound of the rain seemed to stagnate for a moment, giving the owner of this place a heavy blow mentally.

Asahichuan came back to his senses for a moment, feeling that he just stepped into a certain world, but was pushed back.

He stared blankly at Nuliang Lusheng in front of him, with brown hair and brown eyes, harmless to humans and animals.

"what have you done?"

"Give me a little warning," Nuliang Lusheng looked back and explained to him, "Hundred Monogatari Group must have recruited a new ghost story artist, otherwise they would not be able to create such a big ghost story. Maybe it's the one you were arguing with on the Internet, um, what's the name..."

"...Ninety-nine countries."

Nuliang Rikusheng nodded, seeing Asahikawa still looking at him in a daze for a while, he asked him what's wrong.

"I found that I suddenly..." Asahi Chuan's eyes became serious for a moment.

Nuliang Rikusheng:?

Asahikawa said for a moment, "I like you a little bit more."

Nuliang Rikusheng: "...Eh!?"

Was it counted in points?

……

As the saying goes, a rainy night can make people sleep more peacefully, so this saying is not suitable for use in this dangerous environment.

The rain stopped in the early morning, and just after dawn, everyone woke up from their restless sleep and gathered in the Japanese-style living room facing the courtyard.

I didn't expect someone to be earlier than them. I don't know when there were eight small tables with soup bowls and plates in the living room, but the plates were all empty, without any food. The most conspicuous thing was that there was a handful of them beside the table. Bright sharp knife.

As if waiting for someone to scrape off the dripping flesh and blood with it and put it into a bowl.

The faces of several people are not very good-looking. This kind of decoration can easily remind people that the way the villagers cannibalize here is the same as their home-cooked meals?

Such a picture is more weird than eating like a savage.

Kobayakawa asked weakly: "W-why... there are only eight tables?"

There were eight tables with ten people, and several members of the Ghost Killing Squad looked at each other, but did not express their conjectures for the time being.But normal people think that this is some kind of dangerous omen?

If two people die, doesn't that just match the number?

Guessing is guessing, no one picked up a sharp knife, Umo Tengen and Nuliang Rikusheng took out the food in the travel bag without hesitation, Kitajima also took out two bags of instant snacks purchased from convenience stores, and counted them Later, they found that saving a little food was enough for them to survive for seven days.

Everyone shared the food, and it tasted like chewing wax. Yuhao Tianyuan proposed to go to the forest outside the village to explore the exit leading to the mountain, and then ask the nearby villagers about the situation to see if there are any changes that do not match the plot.

The protagonist of comics has always been the winner who survives to the end, the best way right now is to follow the plot.

But some people choose to sit and wait.

"I won't go!" Hirai Goro gritted his teeth and refused: "I won't leave here until I die, I want to go to you!"

Kobayakawa naturally also showed a scared expression. Normal people would think this way: the first night was fine, but it doesn't mean that the villagers are safe during the day. What if they suddenly didn't follow the plot and wanted to eat them?

This is a cannibal village, the villagers cannibalism is a fact, they are all beasts in human skin!

Gulu.

Gulu Gulu.

Shinobu just wanted Akutagawa to talk more about the plot in the manga, when a voice made the air temperature suddenly drop to freezing point.

What everyone was trying to ignore, the cold and gloomy dice in the center of the ground suddenly rolled spontaneously and began to circle in small circles.

The wind stopped, and everything around was eerily quiet.

The floor was dark, and the dice rolled and rolled in circles, as if mocking everyone's fear.

Slowly, a water stain followed the rolling path of the dice, and a faint fishy smell penetrated everyone's nostrils.

The extremely delicate dice have become mules that pull people's nails in their hearts. The greatest fear that has not been released is hidden behind the cracks, watching the cracks in front of them tremble and dust falls.

While the four held their breaths in fear, Asahikawa made a move for a moment.

He picked up a soup bowl and threw it at the dice on the ground.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

The sound of bones crashed into a jingle and clang, and the sense of terror seemed to have changed.

Facing the complex yet terrified eyes of the crowd, Asahikawa calmed down for a moment: "Don't you need a cup to play cup dice? I even changed it to a bowl."

After finishing speaking, he ignored the gazes in all directions, lowered his head and asked, "I have also read the comics, and now we are going to find the way to the foot of the mountain. How much do you plan to give us?"

jingle.

The dice stopped, Asahikawa took away the soup bowl for a moment, and the two scarlet dots turned upwards.

Yuhao Tianyuan whistled: "Good luck."

People have the mentality of dividing the size of the dice into half and half. There are 2 above 3456. No one denies Yu Mao Tianyuan.

Asahikawa covered the bowl again for a moment.

"So, what about asking the villagers?"

Akutagawa Jiro: "In the comics, the villagers are asked not to throw..."

jingle.The sound of the bowl silenced the boy.

Asahikawa lifted the bowl for a moment.

Someone screamed, and the painter couldn't help but change his face.

It's five o'clock.

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The author has something to say:

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There is a small repair at the end of the last chapter, and the missing fan story is added. 2333

感谢在2020-07-0114:06:08~2020-07-0223:18:49期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of tea and stele;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!