The Painters' home field advantage no longer exists.

Xingxiong put the red wine bowl back into his palm: "Go, Xiaolu, and... um, Tsurumi, right? Don't worry, sister, I will tease you."

The beautiful one-horned female ghost still has the same calm demeanor.

In fact, she knew it very well.

Kamitani, who loved to worry, was not the only one who left behind his two disciples a back-up force with the strength of an Arakami.

In fact, without any further explanation from Hoshikuma Doji, Kanoya had already led his shikigami and rushed towards the reappeared "Ruri" with howling screams.

Master said that every opportunity to end the battle must be grasped in time!

Like her senior sister, Tsurumi Aoi also immediately launched an attack on the enemy.

And her goal is still to be a painter.

At this time, the painter's body was already soaked with wine, and his gray hair, which was originally tied up, was hanging down.

The artist's temperament no longer exists, and he is more embarrassed.

He had already felt obvious intimidation from the one-horned female ghost who suddenly appeared and easily defused the scroll attack.

Although I don't know what happened.

I don’t know why Tsurumi Aoi and the others were protected by such a powerful ghost clan.

But the painter knew that tonight's operation would undoubtedly fail.

But he was unwilling to do so.

He has been preparing for too long.

There is only a small gap between taking away Tsurumi Aoi and turning her into a real Ruri.

If he didn't fight to the death at this time, how could he be willing to do so?

So the painter once again grasped the smiling Qingjiang.

A strange arc of light resembling a grinning grimace flashed across the large pale body.

He was about to raise his smiling face to resist Tsurumi Aoi's fierce attack.

But this time, his body suddenly felt heavy for no reason, and his movements became stiff and slow.

Something climbed onto the painter's body without him noticing it at all!

In his sight, Tsurumi Aoi's figure and the sharp sword light of Akari Ichimonji were getting closer and closer.

And on top of that solemn red, there was also a light white that had never been seen before flying out.

It seems to be an origami bird, flying up and down with Tsurumi Aoi, and you can vaguely hear the childish children's songs coming from the paper bird.

Realizing that something was wrong, the painter suddenly lowered his head.

He saw that his body was being hugged tightly by several illusory, child-like humanoid dolls.

Those humanoid dolls all grinned, raised their delicate faces, and stared at him innocently from below.

"Let's play together, let's play together!"

They screamed and laughed, climbing up and down on the painter's body.

The moment he saw the red spirits of these humanoid dolls, the painter despaired.

Because they were entangled, and because they were so close, he could feel that the aura of these humanoid dolls was not inferior to the "painted glass" that had just surpassed the Aragami level!

Why are Tsurumi Aoi and the Tsurumi family, whose family has fallen into decline, protected by so many Aragami?

The painter's doubts may never be answered.

The red spirits restricted his movements, making it impossible for him to even perform the most basic defense of holding a knife.

Tsurumi Aoi rushed in front of him and stabbed a word straight through his chest.

The sharp blade was excited by the blood, and it buzzed in his chest.

The crimson death was brought to the painter.

"The granddaughter of the Tsurumi family, you... look very much like her."

His vision and consciousness began to blur, and the artist finally looked into Tsurumi Aoi's eyes.

Those gloomy but extremely pure eyes really looked like the perfect "Tsurumi Ruri" he imagined.

"I don't look like anyone, I am myself."

Tsurumi Aoi is Tsurumi Aoi, never a substitute for anyone.

She is the daughter of Yoshikoji and Kamiyagawa's apprentice.

She knows this better than anyone.

The red light in Tsurumi's eyes flickered, once again flashing that sharp color, like a fighting dog showing its fangs.

And this kind of sharp look will probably never appear in the eyes of "Tsurumi Ruri" imagined by the painter.

"What a pity..."

The painter murmured like this.

When he was dying, there was no smile on his face.

The corners of his mouth were depressed and twitching slightly, but the pain and help-seeking look in his eyes no longer existed; instead, they were filled with sadness, pure sadness.

The painter's right hand dropped.

Bang.

The smiling face Qingjiang fell to the ground, and the metallic sound it made was cold and gloomy.

Tsurumi heard the senior sister not far away shouting: "Xiaokui, it seems like this place is going to collapse! Let's go out with Sister Xingxiong and grab what we can!"

Kanoya is truly a disciple of Kamiyagawa.
Chapter completed!