Dramatic Blade

Asahikawa, who had no idea what was going on in the house, glanced at the bottom of the well for a moment, and immediately averted his eyes.

The situation at the bottom of the well was much more exciting than he had imagined. Although the light on the mountain in the early morning was dim, he could still see the bloody and bloody villagers who had their skins taken away, trying to climb up the walls of the well. , but at the feet of the villagers are those ghosts turned into by passers-by who died in vain, dragging down the villagers who wanted to climb up the well mouth, a typical revenge for revenge and revenge for injustice.

Those mournful wailings were issued by these villagers.

However, Chaorichuan didn't feel pity for them for a while, he just felt disgusted after seeing dirty things.

The picture of evil ghosts in the scroll of hell, none of the countless scrolls he has seen can depict such a well full of hatred.

"Who is there?"

Just as Asahikawa was thinking about how to deal with the well, a voice between a teenager and a young man suddenly came up from the bottom of the well, and the piercing wailing sound gradually died down.

Chaorichuan was stunned for a moment when he heard this voice, and quickly realized, asking: "I am a passing traveler, who are you, and why are you in the well?"

Unexpectedly, the owner of the voice felt strange and said: "I am in the well? It is obvious that you are talking to me in the well, but there is still the sound of water flowing on your side."

After several days of rain, the river on the mountain became more and more turbulent. Although the Asahi River could not be seen or approached for a while, the turbulent water could be heard beating against the trees and rocks in the mountains.

If Usui Tengen or Shitou Muichiro were here, they would probably be terrified by this unimaginable answer, or would be ready to fight, but Asahikawa suddenly had a thought, leaned down and asked: "Are you the villain in the story?" Ghost or mountain guard?"

"You guessed wrong," said the voice, "the evil spirits were tricked into falling into the bottom of the river. I only have evil people here, but you are full of evil spirits. When it doesn't rain, the bottom of the river dries up, and all Evil spirits will appear."

Asahikawa simply sat down on the well for a moment and asked him, "Then how should we get out?"

"Jump down." The voice replied firmly, and then smiled softly, "Or promise me a condition."

The originally gentle voice at the bottom of the well seemed to have become unfamiliar, and the smiling tone was more like a ghost trying to confuse human beings.

Chaorichuan agreed without thinking for a while: "Okay."

He said with a smile: "You have to think clearly, you are also making a deal with a ghost."

The voice at the bottom of the well fell silent.

People prefer happy endings to any strange tales or stories, and it is precisely because of these light-hearted, short and simple stories that it is easier to spread word of mouth, so if you want to crack it, you must find the "weakness" that can turn the plot, so Asahi Chuan Yimo was not so surprised when he heard Iguchi's voice.

All the achievements are not due to his foresight, but only because his obsession with the world of power and chaos has now echoed.

The boy in the story was not killed by the villagers of the wicked village. He was born in a samurai family. to a well.

A black object flew upwards from the bottom of the well, and Chao Richuan caught it in a hurry, and turned his hands to see that it was a dice of a certain size.

It is also a dice with six points on each side no matter how it is rolled.

"Go ahead," said the voice.

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Kobayakawa fell to the ground and let out a cry of pain.This time, she didn't even see how Shi Toumuichiro drew the knife, and the needle in her hand was cut open.

Shitou Wuichiro pressed down on the knife, picked up the small half of the needle, and smelled blood.

Kobayakawa panicked, "You...you..."

Holding the needle in his hand, Shitou Muichiro looked at Kobayakawa expressionlessly: "I just noticed that you seem to like going to the kitchen very much."

Whether it was cold in the middle of the night, or he was afraid that he would not be able to help and wanted to do something, Kobayakawa had a reason to go to the kitchen when he got the opportunity to distribute food.

"Because Asahikawa never eats, so he didn't pay attention. We ghost hunters have been trained, and we will never leave food in human hands, so you have the best chance to let other people drink the blood with a relatively high concentration without noticing it." of."

If it was replaced by other pillars, Kobayakawa might have a higher chance of succeeding, but the only thing the monster behind the scenes missed was that he didn't know what kind of person Tokito Wuichiro was.

When carrying Kobayakawa on his back, the young man with few worldly views could only tense his body in stress and instinctively pay attention to the position of his knife.

No one knows that when the markings were opened, Toru Wuichiro had already touched the door of the transparent world, his reaction and perception were already the most outstanding among the pillars, and his body's metabolic ability was unmatched.

However, he is sure that the monster who created this ghost story does not understand that it is not Asahikawa Ichiki, but Usui Tengen. Not only that, but he also sees that there may be an unpredictable network behind Kobayakawa, and there is a ghost who is about to research the future. With the new method of transforming into a ghost, I feel that catching Kobayakawa might bring unexpected gains.

Asahikawa sighed at his arrangement for a moment, and he should go to study the ghost story. After all, it is more important to find a way to crack the ghost story than to catch the appearance of Kobayakawa.

They work together in a division of labor, and the dense fog that diffuses from night to morning, and the cannibal village no longer pierces through the sound of knives cutting bones and flesh on rainless nights.

The air in the early morning is damp and cold. In order to facilitate the actions of ghosts, the cannibal village is always cloudy and foggy. Standing on the corridor, Nura Rikusheng looked over the courtyard, over the short fence of the mansion, and saw the Cannibal Village.

The first time the slippery ghost heard about "human ghosts" was when the monsters from Shikoku came to Ukiyo-e Town to make troubles, and the order in the town was chaotic. In, out and eat people at night.

There are rumors of ghouls in the deep mountains of Mino country, and there are many monsters who use human livers to replenish their demon power. An extremely disgusting emotion, like a beast that only understands appetite.

Ukiyo-e Town is the core of the Kanto monster organization, and there are not many ogres. When Nuliang Yubao explained to his grandson the rule that monsters and ghosts are not related to each other, he did not hesitate to let the monsters in the group run away. We dealt with the ghost in front of us.

The night belongs to the world of monsters. They love the night and the moon, but ghosts are really afraid of the sun.

Not allowed by Amaterasu, not accepted by Qingyue.

That's why most monsters have prejudices and dislikes towards humans and ghosts. When they were young, the slick ghosts only had a few glimpses, and they didn't feel deeply. I really came into contact with the existence of humans and ghosts.

The dark cloud flames surged gently, first floating around Nura Rikusheng in a gentle and concealed posture.

The dense fog in the giant monsters dissipated, and all the evil spirits dressed in human skin stood in the fog, holding sharp knives, huddled together, staring at the only house on the high place with dark eyes.

Looking at the enemy down the slope, the slippery ghost suddenly smiled, his eyes brightened with fighting spirit.

It's a pity that there is only one ghost of a painter who is so reckless and flamboyant like a falcon in the sky.It belongs to him.

The dice in the blood bowl floated up with a thud.

"Oh no--

"My lord clearly told me that this is a medicine that can give people bliss, but I didn't expect it to turn out like this——

"It's their dishonesty——!!!"

Amidst the girl's hysterical cries and pleadings, a voice reminded everyone:

"The ghost is here."

The clouds and haze were heavy, and the sky and the earth seemed to be a gloomy gray. As ordinary people, Akutagawa Jirou and Ninaku Yushi couldn't move their eyes away.

The teenagers suddenly remembered the Warring States War written in the book. It seemed that the weather was like this every time when the wind and rain were turbulent and the red land was floating.

It was like an extremely bloody massacre, but amidst the foul-smelling black blood splashed by the villains, there was a vibrating hum, and a series of explosions of gunpowder billowed, which were covered by the brilliant clouds brought up by the light blue blade.

The clouds are extremely beautiful, and the irrational people holding sharp knives are covered with black blood. They are like grieving ghosts struggling from the black blood pool of hell, trying to climb to the thin cloudy sky.

The blade prevented the villains in the village from entering the high house, and the purer black fire ignited in the void, and the slippery ghost came among the enemies at some point.

He has returned to the form of a monster, holding a scarlet wine cup in his hand.

The cold wind blew away, gently brushing away the ripples on the wine surface.

The entire black hell was ignited with a blue demon fire, and the grieving ghosts twisted and screamed in the blue fire, and turned into ashes.

The fighting and massacre of ghost stories is like the monsters in the thick ink and color in the scroll. Perhaps only the most daring painters dare to draw such an inhuman mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

"Endless." Yu Sui Tianyuan's wrists were tense, and the explosions around him never stopped, but there were still countless black shadows pouring in from the cannibal village, screaming and wailing whirled in the wind, and the weird atmosphere reached the extreme .

Shitou Wuichiro didn't say a word, but the actual situation is indeed like this. The new ghosts and half-human half-ghosts in the village are not worthy opponents for them, but the number is far beyond their imagination.

And they don't have a mechanism to trigger ghost talks. These ghosts still look like human skins, which feels very weird.

They saw Nuliang Lusheng who retreated to the front of the house suddenly raised his head, as if he heard a bird song in the mountains, or felt a drop of rain hitting his skin.

He raised his head slightly, and stretched out the Miyagi Maru that had been tucked in his sleeve.

A bird-like shadow lightly landed on his knife.

"I found it. There is a well on the mountain. We can take people out of the well!"

Yu Sui Tianyuan turned back and asked loudly: "Who will break the empress!"

Asahikawa said for a while: "Me."

As soon as the words fell, Yu Sui Tianyuan and Shi Tou Wuichiro immediately withdrew from the battlefield without any delay, and left with the people in the house.

The painter seemed so light that he didn't have the slightest weight, and exchanged a look with the slippery ghost.

"I remember you said that the haunting of your slippery ghosts and half-demons can bear the fear of your companions, making them the power of wings and powerful."

"Correct."

"Then you should also know that ghosts also have similar abilities." Asahikawa adjusted his state for a while, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Let's compare how about it, it's rare to borrow your blood, let's compare who can destroy it." There are many ghosts."

The slippery ghost looked deeply at his long sparrow, even if he held him with a horizontal knife, the flames around him would not go out, and the corners of his clothes fluttered.

The expressions between their brows rose, and the slippery ghost laughed and responded, "Okay!"

Then he shook his long arm, and Asahikawa immediately jumped up high with this strength.

The second Miqie pill was unsheathed, and the sound was long.

The mountain-like clouds in the sky suddenly began to churn and stir, and then the sky seemed to collapse, and the sound of the sea waves resounding through the entire monster house began to stir up, echoing one after another, getting louder and louder.

Blood Ghost Art·Ghost Blade Drama!

Chie no Sea!

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So sweet (old mother smiles

The cannibal village is united ~ happy ~

But the ghost talk story is not over yet. I plan to have three dungeons, and the stories of the three dungeons are connected. Next, I have to drag the upper string out to give away the bento. I have to do my job. I hope you like it!