Three thousand congratulations

【1】

I forget the memory I was looking for

When it starts to stir up, it will be dyed black

Still imagining tricks to trick kids

strayed into the long night

use the language of magic

Get rid of adult things

If you shed sweet tears

all that will turn into sound

everything becomes a lie

【2】

"What are you doing?" Seeing the girl trying to break the bars of the iron cage with her hands, the octopus couldn't help asking.

He didn't answer, but stopped, and the octopus keenly sensed the guarded breath on her body, and walked away silently.

The girl no longer struggled with the iron fence, she lowered her head and found a corner and sat down against the wall.

If the knife is still in hand, such an iron object can be easily cut off.

The scene of that day reappeared in front of my eyes.

Knelt before the grave and wept bitterly.

The road I walked while wiping my tears with my sleeves.

I remember a row of tall, flowering trees along the road.

Did the white, scented flowers bloom that day too?

Walking through the familiar house and coming to the cherry blossom tree, I buried the pair of knives that I had been with me since I learned the first set of knife skills from my grandfather under the tree.

As far as items are concerned, they are the most precious things in this world besides the jade pendant left by that person.However, he was also buried with his own hands.

Stumbled out of the yard where he lived together.

Then there is the most desperate battle to face.

dependent lover.

Companions who fight side by side.

The sword that has always been with me.

Now all of them are dreaming a peaceful dream in a place where there is no sunlight.

In this way, everything that survived was lost.

And I will continue to suffer.

Just because I can't meet them yet.

Because there is still an unresolved feeling for that person.

The jade pendant he left before he left was not taken away, but was still worn on his chest close to the skin.

It was something that took him away from the god of death several times after he left.Seems like an enforcer he left on purpose.

In order not to meet myself.

So myself, with myself covered in scars.

This self who was abandoned by the person she loved so much.

In order to find the answer to being taken to another world by that person.

Will continue to search in this world.

Until the day of relief, until the day of reconciliation with him.

Then let go of all unwillingness, and with a smile of understanding, went to his side.

【3】

The octopus walked not far away to look at her, the gladiator next to him glanced at him, and said in a low voice, "Could it be that you have taken a fancy to this girl?"

The octopus gave him a cold look. It was a new face, and he didn't want to explain.

The other party hadn't realized that the person he was talking to was the most terrifying existence in the Shura field, and he took the octopus' silence as a permission to continue the conversation. "It is said that that girl was brought up from the lower floor."

The octopus stood up and left without looking back.

The other party still whispered from behind: "I heard that she belongs to the boss."

A look of surprise flashed across the face of the octopus with its back turned away.

That thing about the Chosen One, is it true?

The chosen one is a woman?

The octopus looks down on women and has killed many women. Everyone is the same in the face of death, but women seem to be more likely to be afraid when faced with threats that will not kill them. There are also women in this underground world, but most of them have given up their gender .To these female gladiators, the octopus does not despise them, but it does not respect them either.

One thing is certain, women are dependent creatures by nature.Will be easily emotional, fickle, take advantage of her gender, and win sympathy with a weak appearance.For Tiandi, who lost her dependence early on, and the octopus who is determined to fill the gaps of sin with death, women are troublesome creatures.

However, this girl who survived the mouth of the beast on the next floor.

Octopus was somewhat curious about her performance and strength.

After all, the next level is the closest to hell in this underground world.

Felons and lunatics who had nowhere to go were thrown into cages of beasts without reason and compassion, their weapons were taken away, and they were fought only with inferior knives or even with their bodies. Torn apart, devoured.

【4】

That day the octopus stood in a corner of the arena watching her first fight.

The octopus had to admit that he was shocked.

There was no joy in fighting and desire to win in her.All she has is the breath of death.

Slashing with a knife, smooth movements and textbook-like precise dodges can be seen in the traces of training in the sword dojo, but her knife does not have a bookish face at all. The kind of ruthlessness and neatness has no teacher except years of killing. can be directed.

A skill that can only be described as cruel, such a beast-like killing intent and survival awareness, can only be cultivated at the next level.Compared to a gladiator like the octopus who is more or less excited by an even-matched opponent besides killing, and who can't help but get excited during the confrontation, this woman should be called a killing machine, right?

Not killing to fight, just killing to kill.

The octopus began to have some changes in women.

After exiting the scene, the octopus saw her in the background.

She clutched her bleeding wound and sat facing the iron cage.Compared with the field, the blood flowing out of the wound has been much less.

This kind of recovery ability should be far beyond the limit for such a weak body, right?

Is this guy really human?

Is it the same as those guys said, a so-called "Sura"?

A day later, in the same place, the girl was able to continue to fight against the railing with her injured arm.

The octopus walked over, stretched out its hand and broke the fence until it deformed.

【5】

"It has to be like this," the octopus let go of his hand, "it's not enough to become stronger."

The girl stared blankly at the fence, which was as fragile as wood in the hands of the octopus, and opened her mouth.

"It's disgust."

"What?" Octopus was a little surprised when she heard her speak.

"I just want to destroy this iron cage."

"Because of disgust."

Seeing the iron cage brings back many bad memories.

The self released from the cage and the non-speaking, illogical opponent from another cage.

Further forward is myself in the cage.

There is also the self who left the cage, but has since put the shackles of sin on his body.

"Since it exists to imprison living things, then simply remove the door and lock, and don't let the things inside come out." White fingers caressed the rusty iron lock, and said in a voice that could not distinguish between sorrow and joy .

"Is it a place where you can't get out if you go in?" The octopus couldn't help asking.

"more or less."

"Let's not talk about how to get in... a place like that in this world should be a tomb." The octopus replied after thinking carefully.

"Where there... I don't plan to go there yet."

"For me, this is the grave." The octopus laughed at himself.This is not a secret.

"Here? No, the tomb is in the shape of a hill with grass growing on it." The girl raised her head and looked at him. She had an extremely beautiful face, fair and clean, and delicate like a dummy when she was lifeless. There was a little anger in his eyes.

"I haven't seen it for a long time, and I have forgotten it. As for what the sun looks like, I seem to have forgotten it now. If this is not a tomb, it may be hell?"

The girl was silent for a while and said: "I think the lower floor is the one. So, I don't intend to keep myself there."

The octopus stretched out his hand to straighten the bent iron fence, and the corner of his mouth slightly raised, "I don't want to stay, it's not enough."

The girl looked at the iron fence without saying a word, but there was some kind of firmness in her eyes.

From this day on, the two will have some conversations next to the cage and get to know each other better.

"You know what they call you?"

"do not know."

"Red Shura. It's the name of ghosts and gods."

"Really. It's like this again."

"Ok?"

"Some people called me that before. However, they are all dead."

"It seems that it was also very good before."

"I used to live as a person's sword before. After losing the guardian, what is the meaning of being a sword, but at least the instinct to kill is still there."

"Even if you say that, do you still continue to exist in that capacity?" The octopus smiled.

"Yeah, I can't leave yet."

"So, do you want to become stronger?" Octopus looked at her and said.

The girl raised her head to look at him, and said slowly: "You said, there is no way to wash the soul after being stained red, right?"

The octopus nodded.

"Then, naturally, the stronger the better."