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"I just...can't pull out a knife."

Kazama Yu's trembling voice and intermittent words finally spread out in front of Ji Guo Yuanyi.This was an answer he had never thought of, but unexpectedly it was the most correct answer that no one could refute.

Ji Guoyuan didn't speak, but Kazama Yu was able to understand what he was thinking.

"She likes the pear tree in the back mountain, bury her there."

……

The dawn light fell down, blood was mixed, human corpses were mutilated, and countless cockroaches flew across.But the corpses of those dirty evil spirits turned into ashes under the scorching sun and dissipated.

Ji Guoyuan shoveled the soil for the last time, and then patted the shovel under Kazama Yu's gestures, making the place where Ge was sleeping more beautifully rested.Ji Guoyuan had no ability to carve, so he could only find a big stone and set it up in front of him.

As soon as Ji Guoyuan finished his work and was about to clean up, he saw Kazama Yu, who had been standing not far away leaning against a tree, coming over with a knife.

He can't use the Sun Wheel Knife, but he can use a normal knife to do something to dead objects.

What to do?

Ji Guoyuan thought about it.Until he saw Kazama Yu squatting in front of Ge's tomb, in front of that stone.The knife in his hand turned beautifully, and finally the sharp blade touched the hard stone, and pierced it fiercely, penetrating three points into the wood.

He moved very fluently, the blade slashed little by little and engraved with Ji Guoyuan's familiar words, that was the name of the song.

"What do you think of people who have died?" Kazama Yu asked.

Ji Guoyuan didn't expect him to ask this question. He lowered his eyes and remained silent for a moment, before saying the answer: "The dust returns to the world, and Yin and Yang are separated. They should go where they should go according to the law of nature."

Kazama Yu listened to his words, his fingertips trembled, and finally returned to calm.

"You may be wondering why I am so proficient?" Kazama Yu said, but adjusted the movements of his hands, did not stop, and continued to describe every stroke carefully, very slowly and deeply imprinted.

"Because this is one of the things I did the most when I was alive, and the second is killing ghosts."

The story told in a simple tone is like a book that has been buried for several years and covered with dust from the deepest part of the bookshelf.There are no patterns on the book, only pure black simplicity, but a slight glance is enough to let people know what a sad and painful story it tells.

How did the warriors who were beheading such evil spirits find their traces?Very simple, chasing the footsteps of death is enough.

This is what Kazama Yu has been doing.

He was born in the home of the lord of the city, the only son of the lord of the city.Parents doted on high positions and weights, and grew up holding a knife in his hand. He was called a shining star at a young age, and his swordsmanship was so honed that even the teacher sighed.

But all the good things do not exist forever in the war-torn era.Or to explain it in another way, beauty is often used to be destroyed.

The ghosts gathered together and attacked their city one night.

Non-human creatures, with strange abilities, they have no capital to resist for ordinary mortals.They were quickly beaten to pieces, blood flowed for thousands of miles, and the countless corpses shocked everyone's heart.

So someone bent his spine and knelt on that straight knee.

Those who resisted became corpses, and those who survived closed the city gate and became captive domestic animals.

As a father, the city lord is wise and virtuous, he can't let his city be trampled by evil spirits like this.So privately he and the people assembled a team again.Holding long knives in their hands, they bid farewell to their parents and relatives with the determination to die, and finally replaced the original tribute food and walked into the gate of the ghost.

Then what?

Then there were the bloody heads hanging on the city tower, and the evil ghost standing in front of him who wanted to punish Kazama Yu and his mother and eat them in front of everyone.

Father, they said, was going to succeed.

originally.

But his knife doesn't work.He even beheaded the evil spirit's head, but it didn't work, the other party recovered, and it was his head that fell off in the end.

It fell on the ground and on the city tower, and the dripping blood gathered into a small puddle.

When being led to stand there, waiting for the evil spirit to eat them, Kazama Yu was silent, but his mother knelt down and begged the evil spirit to let him go.

But how can the word kindness exist for an evil ghost who has lost his heart?They mercilessly penetrated the woman's soft body, nibbling and sucking her flesh and blood, showing off their might in front of Kazama Yu, expecting to see the child's frightened expression.

but none.Kazama Yu's face didn't waver at all, he just turned around and moved away, picked up the knife that belonged to his father and engraved with his father's name from the messy blood-spattered ground, and pointed it at the evil knife not far away. ghost.

[I can mobilize a talisman for you once!Little Feather! 】

[Turn around and run now!In time! 】

【Your knife can't kill him!You can't beat him! 】

……

Kazama Yu gave his answer lightly, without taking a step back.

The small child stood in front of everyone, and everyone's eyes were on him.

——This knife can't kill him, then drag him to death.

——It’s a big deal to change one life for another.

……

"Guess who died between us? The group of evil spirits, or me?" Kazama Yu's movements came to an end, he stood up and patted the ashes on the corner of his clothes, and walked away. After a few steps, he looked at Ji Guoyuan, who was facing him, and waited for his answer.

Ji Guoyuan never hesitated in this matter, he shook his head: "You will definitely win."

After getting this answer, Kazama Yu raised his eyebrows, but in the end there was only a fragmentary smile remaining in his eyes.

"Correct answer," he said, with some pride and pride, "I won."

……

It was a frightening battle. At the beginning, it was a unilateral abuse by an evil spirit. This was the consensus that everyone thought.But they didn't expect things to get out of control.

Holding the blade, Kazama Yu stood there like a god of death, killing that evil spirit there one after another.The first cut off was the limbs, the second the body, and the third the head—exactly where his father had cut off.

From the very beginning of joking, the evil ghost has become a bit crazy and anxious with the passage of time.But he was still unable to escape the control under Feng Jianyu's indifferent eyebrows.

The sun is about to rise.The impetuous ghosts began to pounce together.But in the end they all failed.

They don't know why, this man who can hardly hold a knife has any ability to intercept them all here, even if he wants to escape, he will be erected in front of him by the flying blade, blocking the way forward.

But Kazama Yu knew why.

A soul held his hand, supported his waist, and drove his already tired body to brandish the blade.That's why he won't let go of the handle of the knife because of exhaustion, he won't think that he can't take care of it and give his life away, and he won't be succeeded by ghosts because of this fragile body and the reaction speed that can't keep up with consciousness.

It was all because of his father, and the dead soldiers were by his side.One after another, they supported him like a relay.

Until the sky was bright and the morning light fell, the evil spirits turned into ashes and dispersed.

This is the end of the childhood story.

The beginning of the coming-of-age story comes from a sentence from his father before he passed away. He said: "If you have this ability and ability, go outside for a walk. Take your knife and kill those things that should not exist, go to Slay those that bring pain and disaster."

So the young man embarked on the road ahead, met like-minded people on the road, got to know the place called Ghost Slayer Squad, and replaced the blade in his hand with the blade of the Sun Wheel Knife, but the handle was still the same. Engraved with his father's name.

"Then what happened later?" Ji Guoyuan didn't seem to care much about Kazama Yu's words that he could see the soul while he was alive, and he didn't even care too much about the fact that the soul could help him , what can affect him, what makes him start to care, is Kazama Yu's death.

"There is nothing to tell the story after that." Kazama Yu took a breath, and blew away the falling leaves. The leaves fluttered and finally landed at the other end, Ji Guoyuanyi's hand.

"It's just the most common story, but the ending is different from what you said. The warrior who slayed the dragon didn't succeed, and the boy who fought against the abyss was finally swallowed by the abyss." Kazama Yu said with a smile, but he didn't I thought about omitting something, but continued along the line of the story.

Kazama Yu embarked on the road of traveling and killing ghosts, following the footsteps of death.Many villages he walked through had many dead people, and he would silently set up tombstones for these people and bury them in the dust.This is also the root of his proficiency today.

He has traveled through many villages, left a great reputation, and was feared by many ghosts.Until he was in one of the villages, beheading countless ghosts, he finally died in the hands of ghosts.

The evil ghost that killed him didn't kill him by his own ability. That evil ghost had the most despicable thoughts and the most disgusting methods.The blood-red eyes, jet-black hair, and frivolous mocking tone are still echoing in his mind to this day.

"The ghost named Onimai Tsuji Mumi couldn't beat me at that time." Kazama said, "But I still died at his hands. He seems to be the root of all evil spirits, because he can do one thing It's a terrible thing—that is to turn ordinary people into ghosts. He tried to turn me into a ghost, a monster controlled by that kind of killing."

"But it seems that something happened? His blood can't blend with me. On the contrary, it made me turn into this ghost-like appearance after death, lingering in this world with the appearance of a soul."

And such Kazama Yu, who has been deprived of the right to live, has no right to pull out the sun wheel sword that belongs to the world to kill evil spirits and interfere with the life and death of the mortal world.

As soon as Ji Guoyuan understood his incomplete meaning, he looked silently at the place where Ge was sleeping, and finally asked the last question.

"That ghost can't beat you...then, how did you die?"

Ji Guoyuanyi's questions poked Kazama Yu's heart every time, but he still had to answer.

"In the hundreds of years after death, there was a time when I hated the existence of such things as humans. I even thought that it would be great if they were swallowed by evil spirits. So watching them be swallowed by ghosts , I was killed by a ghost, I was indifferent."

Kazama Yu said, but finally his brows and eyes softened: "Later, I thought about it. Everyone has the right to cherish life and live. But thinking about it doesn't mean that I don't resent. It wasn't until I met you that I completely reborn. accepted the existence of human beings."

Speaking of which, Ji Guoyuan had vaguely guessed the answer.He wasn't stupid after all.

By the lips he was staring at, Zhang He wrote the answer.

"I think you've already guessed it, right? I was protected by me, and the villagers behind me stabbed me in the heart."