One person forms a group, the person setting is reversed

Unsurprisingly, Yoya Mibuyashiki received several letters, and he replied patiently one by one.After finishing writing, he twisted his sore wrist, couldn't help thinking of Yue Yan, and sighed.

His companions don't even know what he's going to do next, it's really...

Yuya Miyayashiki couldn't bear to wonder how those people felt after knowing the truth, it was too cruel.And as the driving force behind Yue Yan's plan, would those people hate him?

Maybe I hate it, but it must be resentment.Because in the face of national hatred and family hatred, personal emotions are put last.So they won't hate him, but they will definitely complain.

But he has no choice, he must help Yue Yan.For the world on his side, and for... himself.

It is difficult to have the law of both worlds, so complain as you please.It's enough to ask yourself if you live up to it...

It can only be so.

In the dead of night.

Purgatory Shinjuro flicked the blade, and the blood was distributed in a linear shape, leaving a dazzling red streak on the wall.

There were stunned corpses on the ground. Before they could react, their lives were taken away.

Turning around, the bleak moonlight shone on the man's face. He was expressionless, and his eyes were filled with blood-bathed fierceness.

As if seeing something, the man raised his eyebrows, the harsh aura on his body gradually softened, and there was a murderous intent hidden in his eyes.He breathed lazily, but he could still see the sharpness hidden under it.

"I've received a few messages these days, thinking that someone was pretending to be it on purpose, but I didn't expect someone to be so similar to me. If you're not a ghost, I'd be happy to make friends with you."

The man standing behind the bush came out step by step, showing his true colors under the moonlight.

That stiff and handsome face is exactly the same as Purgatory Nobukari.

The only difference is the temperament of the two.One is resolute and sunny, and seems to have endless energy; the other is lazy and sleepy, and seems to fall asleep in the next second.

And the former makes people feel warm, while the latter makes people feel faint pressure.

If it is compared to a knife, one person is gently facing the person with the handle of the knife, and the other is facing the person with the extremely sharp tip of the knife.

"I've heard my companions say about you. So, are you another me?"

Purgatory Shinjuro smiled, he glanced lazily at the other party, withdrew his scrutiny, closed his left eye, and sighed: "So that's the case, I thought about what would happen now if I chose another path back then, haha ...Mm, very good, you have realized my ideal, my father must be proud of you."

But the other party said: "I don't know, he looks very disappointed in me."

Purgatory Nobutoshiro was taken aback for a moment, then he laughed and said, "That's right, I almost forgot the difference in the world, your father..."

"I probably know what you want to say, so I can answer you: No. Father, he used to be a very good swordsman. Now that I am a pillar, I can be regarded as inheriting his unfulfilled dream and the road he gave up when he collapsed. I I don't understand why he seems to have changed suddenly, from encouraging to suppressing... But I know that I must go on unswervingly."

Purgatory Nobutoshiro looked at the other self with a firm expression, and the smile gradually disappeared from his face. From listening to the other party's dictation, we can know that the situation of the two of them is roughly the same, but why can the other self forgive that man?

Incomprehensible, unforgivable.

A flame flared up in his chest, and then grew stronger.

Purgatory Shinjuro said coldly, "Oh? Really."

He disappeared in the same place in an instant, and then appeared in front of another self in an instant, with no waves in his eyes, holding the blade high in his hand, and slashing down heavily.

When the knives collided with each other, they made a crisp sound, and the air was filled with a strong murderous aura.

"I feel your hatred, who are you hating?" the other party asked in confusion.

Purgatory Nobujuro's answer was a more violent attack.

"Are you angry? Why?"

Purgatory Nobujuro remained silent.He was not happy just looking at the other person's face, which was exactly the same as his own, but full of foolishness.

There are very few people or things that make him emotionally fluctuate so much. Should it be said that the only one who can make him emotionally fluctuate is himself?Ha, so ironic.

"Others will understand what you say. Language is for communication. You..."

While the other party was babbling, Purgatory Nobujulang was tired, and said grumpily: "Did anyone tell you that you are annoying when you think you are smart?"

"Hmm, I see, you are the first to say that to me." The other party accepted it with a good attitude and said that he would not change it.

【Purgatory Shinjuro】: "..."

He must have the same topic as that Tomioka guy.

"I see that the point of your anger seems to be about the father?"

Purgatory Shinjuro's expression turned cold for an instant, and he said flatly, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"So it is. You hate him?"

"What do you want to say?"

"I want to know why you hate him."

"You don't need a reason to hate someone."

"But hating a person takes."

"You're annoying……"

"I'm sorry if it bothered you!"

"You don't look remorseful at all."

"Please tell me why!"

Purgatory Shinjuro sneered, and said with a sneer, "How big a heart should I be to forgive the murderer who killed my mother?"

The other party was startled, "You said that the mother was killed by the father?"

"What I saw with my own eyes can still be fake." Purgatory Shinjuro said coldly.

"If you're talking about the fact that my mother vomited blood and died after drinking the medicine my father brought back...I'm afraid you are mistaken. Mother didn't die because of my father's medicine, she—"

"Shut up..." Purgatory Shinjuro growled in a low voice.

The other party froze for a moment, suddenly understood something, and fell silent.

Purgatory Shinjuro may not be ignorant of the truth, but just persistently want to believe that delusion, like some kind of sustenance.

"Pfft..."

The other party's eyes widened suddenly.

His heart was pierced.

It turns out that Shinjuro Purgatory has never been serious.And when he tried to tell the truth, Shinjuro Purgatory's eyes lost their light, dark and indifferent, and only then did he get serious.

And because he still wanted to convince Purgatory Nobujurou, he didn't take it seriously. He believed in his own strength and reflexes, but he didn't expect Purgatory Nobujurou's ability to be like a dead thing in the true sense, without killing intent. / Murderous, and there is no airflow generated by movement, so he failed to notice it.

Spit out a mouthful of blood, staggered twice and retreated.

Purgatory Nobujuro looked at the other party, with a smile in his empty eyes.He made a deadly move, and the opponent would surely die.

Feeling the passing of life, at the same time, the body has symptoms of paralysis, and the other party understands that he has been poisoned.

On the verge of death, he saw Purgatory Shinjuro open his right eye, which had been closed tightly.

The word winding is engraved in the cold pupils.

The hand holding the knife quietly clenched the handle, it is impossible to wait for death obediently.

One meter, two meters...

Purgatory Nobujuro suddenly stopped, his expression was astonished, as if he had seen something that made him unbelievable.

……

He saw his mother standing next to his other self, crouching down and trying to help the other self.The woman looked sad and sad, and she was so flustered and at a loss, she wept silently.

Purgatory Shinjuro looked down at the blood-stained blade in his hand, and looked up at the night sky, not knowing what he was thinking.

From the other party's point of view, Nobujurou Purgatory was frozen in place. After an unknown period of time, at least until he felt himself starting to faint, Nobujurou Purgatory moved. He looked down at him with a blank expression on his face. But his eyes became much gentler—there was not much killing intent.

He stepped forward and continued walking towards him.

The opponent secretly raised his vigilance and was ready to fight, even though he didn't have much strength now.

Purgatory Shinjuro made a move that the other party did not expect: He squatted down halfway, and with the other hand he held the wrist of his knife-holding hand, forcing the other party to take out the knife, and then bumped into it himself.

Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and the other party looked at Purgatory Nobujurou with a surprised look, raised his head, and looked to his side.

Obviously there is nothing next to him.

……

The woman still revolved around her other self without giving him a single look.

Purgatory Nobujuro turned his head silently, no longer hopeful.

As early as when he accepted the ghost king's blood and solicitation, he understood that that woman would never come back.

"Do you regret the path you are taking now?" Purgatory Shinjuro asked calmly.

The other party: "I won't regret it."

"Well, yes. In this case, go down bravely and don't look back. If you want to do it, even if you die, you still have this attitude."

"Uh……"

"I really want to eat salt-grilled sea bream with sweet potato rice again."

"Ah……"

When Purgatory Nobujurou's last trace of consciousness dissipated, he saw the woman turn her head to look at him.

His eyes moved slightly, and he closed them in relief.

If someone asked him if he regretted it, his answer would be no.

Don't regret what you choose, so you should ask him if he regrets, then he will say regret.

……

so good……

Although his life is hopeless, another him has a bright future.

In fact, not long after he became a ghost, he lost the desire to live. Whether it was eating people or killing people, it was all the ghost king's orders, and he just followed them.

He has persisted in practicing sword alone for a long time, and he has always believed that it is a habit.Yoshiyuki Tomioka has seen through it long ago, so he said: "It's really sad that people tell lies and tell the truth."

Shinjuro looked at the man who was turned into ashes and was blown away by the wind and disappeared into the world, blinked his eyes, and realized that the pain in his heart was gone, he looked down, and touched it with his hand, it was smooth.

Thinking of the man's little action just now, Nobujuro gradually understood what was going on.

He silently looked at the clothes on the ground, and picked up the dark red coat.

-

Candlelight flickered in the dim room, holding a book in one hand, standing in front of the bookshelf.

Suddenly there was a soft click, and the man turned his head to look at the wall where the jade plaque was hung. One of the jade plaques on it was broken, and at the same time, it was dim compared with the other jade plaques beside it.

The man put down the book and walked over. He took off the shattered jade tablet hanging on it, turned it over, and a row of words by Purgatory Shinjuro came into view.

Nobuhiro would not die even if his neck was cut off, and it was night, so the possibility of being wiped out by the sun was ruled out, and the answer was ready to come out.

With a firm grip, the jade tablet shattered into powder.The man opened his hand and let the powder fall to the ground.