One person forms a group, the person setting is reversed

"Huh...huh..."

late at night……

mountain...

A young man in pitch-black clothes with hidden words embroidered on the back ran with a look of panic on his face, and looked back from time to time, as if there were some ferocious beasts chasing him behind him.

The sound of rapid and heavy breathing is particularly obvious in the eerily quiet mountain forest.The young man couldn't care less.

run--

If you are caught up, you will die!

"rustle……"

The wind blows the jungle.

Under the pale moonlight, the shadows of the whirling trees looked like evil monsters with mouths wide open.

Who can save him, he doesn't want to die!

Tears welled up in the boy's eyes, gradually blurring his vision.I had to raise my hand to wipe it off, but at this moment I lost my sight, and then put my hand down, a figure appeared on the road ahead.

Braking in panic, the boy turned around and ran back without even thinking.However, when he turned around, there was a figure behind him.

Left, right, diagonally up, down...

No matter which way the boy looks, there will always be a figure standing in front of him blocking his way.

The boy's eyes gradually became desperate, and he stood stiffly on the spot, whimpering uncontrollably.

dying.Can't escape.

Seeing the prey being forced into a desperate situation by himself, with a look of despair, the ghost finally had enough.This cat-and-mouse game is about to come to an end.

The corners of the ghost's mouth were raised, and its ferocious and terrifying face was full of greedy appetite.The foul-smelling sticky saliva dripped on the ground, corroding the piece into a small pit in an instant.

The ability of this ghost is poison.That's why this mountain was suddenly covered with miasma on a certain day, so that those who went in to hunt would never return.

Someone from the ghost killing team passed by here, found something abnormal, and sent a letter to the headquarters. This is how Yin, who is a logistics force, came to investigate the situation.

The boy is obviously a member of Yin, and he is wearing the most obvious team uniform.

Wrong, everyone got it wrong.The teenager thought brokenly.

The ghost of Chicheng Mountain is not an ordinary ghost at all, he is a ghost!

The young man looked at the ghost walking towards him in horror, and the word "down string" was engraved in the ghost's scarlet pupils.

They were all deceived, and this ghost did it on purpose.If they knew that he was under the string, they would not enter the mountain at all, but would send more powerful people.

Now all the teammates who came in with him are dead, and only he is left.The ghost could have killed him long ago, but he deliberately let him escape...

Looking at the desperate prey, the ghost spat out its snake-like forked tongue viciously, and walked towards the prey unhurriedly, crushing the prey's hopes little by little.

His favorite show is watching the lights go out in the eyes of his prey.That's why he didn't do it immediately, but let go of this kid who was given hope by his teammates.

Ha ha……

Despair - tremble -

"Pfft..."

The ghost paused, and before he could react, his vision suddenly dropped in the next second.

His eyes were full of puzzlement and astonishment, his head fell to the ground with a thump, and rolled half a circle, just facing the person who attacked him.

The assailant wore a purple feathered jacket with samurai clothing inside;

Holding a sun wheel knife emitting a faint cold light in his hand, those dark red pupils are as cold as icebergs.

Just facing each other, he felt a burning pain that pierced his soul, and phantom pain came from densely packed nerves.

Is a very powerful person.

But, if that's all, the ghost won't be shocked.

"Why... why, my lord, did you betray that one..." the ghost murmured, his eyes widened, trying to see something from the attacker's face.

But unfortunately, the assailant's expression remained unchanged, without any reaction.That handsome face exudes an indifferent chill under the moonlight.

The ghost looked at what he thought was the handsome face of Master Heishi Mou, and was puzzled.

Could it be that my lord really betrayed... The lord who never disdained to use human mimicry, suddenly used human mimicry, doesn't he hate human beings...

The ghost dissipated with a stomach full of doubts.

The man raised his eyes and looked at the young man who seemed to be stupefied in shock.

The boy opened his mouth wide, and tears flowed in the next second.

"Woooo saved!"

man:"……"

So weak, so timid.

In fact, the boy doesn't like to cry that much. He didn't shed tears when he was dying from the most serious injury before, and he even comforted others.

But this time, perhaps the man's sense of oppression was too strong, and he escaped from death again, so the young man couldn't hold back his tears.

Ask why - strong people always make people feel safe.

"I'm sorry for being rude." The young man finally came to his senses, raised his sleeve and wiped his face.

It feels like the snot and tears are mixed together.

The man took a step back in disgust.

The naturally dull and grown-up boy didn't realize that the man's small step back represented how much he disliked him, and thanked him: "Are you here to support us? Thanks to you, if you didn't arrive in time, I'm afraid we would have died." All gone. The information was wrong, that ghost is not an ordinary ghost at all..."

The young man spit out all the things he knew in one go.

The man who didn't really want to listen listened silently to the boy's finish out of politeness.

"By the way, sir, where are you going next? I plan to write to the lord what happened." The young man looked at the man curiously, his eyes full of admiration.

"Going south..." The man replied succinctly.

This is the first time a man has spoken, and his voice (or tone?) has a unique charm, which is different from ordinary people.But can't tell exactly what's different.But anyway, it sounds good.

The young man scratched his head, feeling a little familiar, but couldn't remember it for a while, and suggested: "It's getting late now, why don't you go back with me to rest for a night, and then start tomorrow?"

The man thought for a while and said, "Alright."

"Before that, can I trouble you to wait for me?" The young man asked cautiously, his eyes full of begging.

The man looked away and hummed in a flat tone.

The teenager smiled gratefully.According to memory, back to the beginning.

Fortunately, the ghost didn't have time to devour the prey in order to catch him, and everyone's corpses were intact.

With deep sadness, the boy squatted on the ground digging a hole without saying a word.

But without tools, the teenager can only dig by hand.This is not only inefficient, but even before a hole is dug, the nails are cracked, and the fingers are red, swollen and bleeding.

But the boy insisted on not yelling in pain, and continued digging in silence mechanically.

A figure entered from the corner of the eye, and the young man subconsciously turned his head to look.

The man pulled out the Sun Wheel Knife, and after a flash of sword light and sword shadow, the ground collapsed into a deep pit.

The young man was startled, and was moved to tears.

Digging a pit with a sun wheel knife is really sorry that the knife hurts the knife.And the sword is the soul and spirit of the samurai (in a sense, they are barely considered), which is very important.

There is a saying that when a person breaks a knife, it will be broken. It is said that if a person is alive, his knife will not be broken. It expresses the importance of a knife to a person.

He was not willing (mainly because he was not strong enough to be afraid that the knife would be broken in the end) to dig a hole with a sun wheel knife, this gentleman is so kind!

Feeling that the boy wanted to jump over and hug him, the man immediately took two steps back.

He really wanted to do this, but the boy who didn't have time had no choice but to kneel down and kowtow to the man a few times.But before his knees landed, he was lifted up by a force and hung in the air.

"What are you going to do?" I don't know if it was an illusion, although the man's tone was still calm, it seemed to have become colder.

The boy shivered, and honestly expressed his thoughts.

The expression on the man's face became colder when he heard this, and he put the boy aside.

"Stand up. A man doesn't kneel to the sky or the ground. If you really want to thank you, try to kill more ghosts." The man frowned and said sternly.

The boy subconsciously straightened his back, slapped his legs with both hands, and shouted at the same time: "Yes!"

"hiss--"

But it didn't take too long, almost immediately, the boy gasped from the pain of holding his fingers.

The man's eyes fell on the boy's swollen hands like steamed buns, his frowning brows loosened, he took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket, and handed it to the boy.

"External application..." As always, if you don't talk nonsense, don't talk nonsense.

The boy sniffed and whispered thank you.

Opening the porcelain bottle, a cold but pleasant smell lingered on the tip of the nose. The young man looked inside curiously, but he didn't see any tricks, so he poured out a little carefully, almost covering the wound with the slightest bit of coolness the moment he touched the wound. After surviving the burning pain, the visible swelling of the finger subsided, and finally returned to its original state.

The boy's eyes widened in shock.

"What kind of medicine is this? It's amazing!"

The man didn't answer him.

It's useless to say, there is nothing in this world.

But the boy didn't want to break the casserole and ask the end, and returned the porcelain bottle to the man after he was done using it.

……

After burying his teammates, the boy raised his hand and wiped away his tears vigorously, but the tears couldn't stop flowing out. In the end, the boy gave up and wailed bitterly, venting the sadness in his heart.

The man stood aside silently, looking at several irregular stones standing in front of the grave.This is already the best monument the boy could find.

Back at the residence, the boy forced a smile to find a room for the man.Then I went back to my little nest and wrote letters with red eyes.

【My lord...】

【Fortunately, someone came to the rescue...】

When the boy wrote the letter, next door.

The man took off the pendant hanging around his waist, looked down at the clear, round and smooth jade pendant, which still exuded a faint warmth, and recalled the things before he came to this world.

[Because we are not sure where we will be scattered, this jade pendant can guide us to find each other. 】

[Finally, you must protect yourself. 】

When the lord handed the jade pendant into the palm of his hand, there was a strange throbbing. I don't know if he was thinking too much or...

The man closed his eyes, took a deep breath, opened his eyes again after a while, and held the jade pendant in his palm.

Tsukihiko-sama, you won't lie to us, will you?

You said you'd be fine if you did that, you'd just lose a little blood.