Although he was a little confused, it was a good thing that the other party didn't struggle, saving him effort.
However, what Kibutsuji Mumei is looking forward to the most is this. As long as the man in front of him relaxes his vigilance, the moment his neck is cut off is his best chance to escape!
The long knife cut off the ghost's neck without any resistance.
In order to avoid too much blood splattering on his clothes, Xuan Hao quickly let go of his hand.
"Does this count as death?"
He observed the motionless ghost lying on the ground in front of him. Speaking of which, this was the first time he had killed a ghost. The members of the Demon Slayer Team once told him that as long as the ghost's neck is cut off by the Nichirin Sword, it will be like being hit by the sun.
The same slowly turned into ashes.
One second, two seconds...
There was no movement.
Xuan Hao frowned, "What's going on?"
Just when Xuan Hao was confused, Oni Wu Tsuji couldn't bear it anymore. Damn it, this guy is not an amateur? His neck was broken, but this person didn't let down his guard at all, and even squatted down to observe.
Yes! Do you think this is a zoo!?
Wu Kai's body lying on the ground suddenly changed, and his arms once again turned into thorn whips and stretched wildly towards the trees on the side.
The sharp thorns pierced the tree trunk, and then quickly recovered and moved the whole body towards the distance at high speed.
"Grass!?"
Xuan Hao was shocked. Was this an error in the instruction manual given by the Demon Slayer Corps or was it because the knife Ji Guoyi gave him was rusty? Did he say that he would die if he cut his neck? Could it be that this ghost can still grow a head?
?
While Xuan Hao was surprised, Ghost Dance Tsuji Muzan had already controlled his body and ran away.
Although Kibutsuji Mumei did not grow another head on his body as Xuan Hao imagined, what Xuan Hao didn't know was that this guy would not die even if his head was chopped off, even if he was cut into pieces.
Not only will he not die, he also has multiple brains and hearts, and these organs can move at will in his body. "Separate operations" is despising to him, and he can move no matter how many pieces he is cut into!
If not, it would have been impossible to escape from Ji Guoyuan's hands.
"interesting……"
Looking at the ghost who had run away, Xuan Hao grinned.
It's not that he looks down on this ghost, but that this ghost runs too slowly. He is a man who can't even do anything to Ange's Time Zero. Even if he can't use his full strength now, this running speed is still as fast for him.
A turtle crawls slowly.
"Try some breathing techniques."
Xuanhao thought so.
He has never used the breathing method taught to him by Yui Kunichi against an enemy. It is said that the swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps have improved their efficiency in killing ghosts a lot after learning the breathing method. He wondered if it was because his operating procedures were wrong.
After all, he didn't use the breathing method when he chopped off the ghost's neck just now.
Maybe the swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps couldn't kill demons before they learned the breathing technique because the demons had evolved to the point where they couldn't be killed with just the Nichirin Sword?
In fact, Xuanhao has completely overthought it. The Nichirin Sword can kill ordinary ghosts, even stronger ghosts. It's just that he is facing the 'King of Ghosts' in this world, the Ghost King, Oni Wutsuji.
Wu Mei has overcome all his weaknesses except sunlight, and the only thing that can kill him is sunlight.
Now there may be one more Tsukoku Enichi who can use the 'Breath of the Sun' and 'He Dao'.
It was obvious that Xuanhao was not in the group that could kill Oniitsuji Muzan at this moment, and Oniitsuji Muzan was not panicking at all at this moment.
Because he knew it from the stabbing he had just received on his neck.
This man doesn’t know how to use the ‘He Dao’, and he may not even know how to breathe! Then what else does he have to be afraid of? Just escape from this man before dawn!
"The breath of the sun, the shape of seven - Yang Hua Tu!"
"???"
As soon as Kibutsuji Muzan felt relieved, he heard what the man was saying. He suddenly broke into a cold sweat and even the head that fell to the ground pretending to be dead was no longer calm.
"What the hell? Breath of the Sun? Isn't that a move of Enichi Tsukuni's!? Why can this person do it too?"
Tsuji Muzan didn't have time to think about it, and his running body accelerated in panic.
Unfortunately it's still slow.
As the sound fell, Xuan Hao's figure turned into a stream of flames and disappeared from the place.
His eyes kept moving back in his field of vision, and the moving body of the ghost in front of him seemed to him like a fixed target waiting for him to chop in the distance.
Flames as hot as the sun set off on the rusty Nichirin knife, and it seemed that even some of the rust on it had been wiped away by the flames.
Oniwu Tsuji Muzan felt his back getting hotter and hotter.
A cone-shaped flame reached his back almost instantly.
"ah--"
The screams were accompanied by blood splattering, and the flames mercilessly penetrated Kibutsuji Muzan's entire body. Then the flaming blade that penetrated the body suddenly rotated and moved sideways, cutting his complete body into two pieces.
"Huh?"
Xuan Hao, who caught up with the body, was a little surprised because he heard the screams coming from behind him.
Looking back, I saw that it was the head thrown down by Onibutsuji Muzan.
What surprised him even more was that there were two short arms growing out from under the head, and it was escaping in the opposite direction, but it seemed that it had stumbled due to severe pain.
"What is the principle..."
Xuanhao was completely confused.
He didn't expect this guy to actually "separately" escape, let alone why the body and head that had been cut off would still have nerve connections like pain. Isn't this unscientific!? Oh, forget it, he's seen it before
There are many unscientific things, but this is not the case.
While Xuan Hao was surprised, Demon Tsuji Mumei was also extremely shocked. The 'breath of the sun' could be said to be a psychological shadow to him. He had seen many members of the Demon Slayer Corps before he met Tsukikuni Enichi.
Swordsman.
Only the swordsman who was turned into a ghost by him using the 'Breath of the Moon' could still stand it. The breathing techniques of the other Demon Slayer swordsmen were like child's play and posed no threat to him.
He originally thought that only Ji Guoyuan's breathing method was possible, but now it seems that is not the case...
No! After he escapes and after these two guys die of old age, he must strangle all the swordsmen who know this breathing method in their cradle!
At this moment, Onibutsuji Muzan had such thoughts in his mind, but the top priority was to escape from this swordsman!
What made him feel extremely lucky was that this swordsman didn't seem to be able to use the 'He Dao'. The breathing method and the Sun Blade could cause almost no damage to him. He was a perfect creature! No one in this world could kill him.
Only the sun!
"Human, I have recorded this grudge!"
"It sounds like you can do anything to me if you just write it down." Xuan Hao sneered.
"..."
Kibutsuji Mukai was speechless, but he was not angry because his life was eternal! Who said that to hold a grudge, you must kill the other person with your own hands? He would curse Tsukuni Enichi and this unknown person every night
A man who has to endure them to death! The final winner must be him!
"well……"
Xuan Hao was speechless when he saw this ghost running away in embarrassment.
He has never seen such a cowardly guy. He talks about being vengeful while running faster than a rabbit. The key is that he runs in pieces!
The body that he had just cut into two parts actually separated and ran away in two different directions. It was so outrageous that even Herzog was not afraid of this guy...
"What a headache..."
Xuan Hao didn't know whether to chase the head or the body. It seemed like he couldn't kill this guy even if he chased him. What was missing?
He didn't understand why this ghost wasn't dead yet.
Is there something wrong with the Nichirin Sword in his hand, or is there something wrong with his breathing method...or is there something wrong with this ghost?
"I should have known I wouldn't have needed a knife."
Xuan Hao looked at the Sun Blade in his hand with some speechlessness. He was really not suitable for using such a fancy weapon. It would have been better if he just pinched the ghost's neck and waited until dawn. What kind of fancy sword skills were used?
It's just a waste of effort.
But what he didn't know was that even if he wanted to catch Ghost Dance Tsuji Muzan and wait for dawn, Ghost Dance Tsuji Muzan could still find a way to escape. At most, he would just blow himself up again. Although the losses would be more severe than now, it would still be better than being killed by the sun.
Good to die in the sun.
The ghost in the distance ran for his life very fast and had already disappeared. Xuan Hao did not intend to continue chasing him.
How can he chase after people when they split up? He won't split up, and such a weak demon shouldn't live long, right? Even if he doesn't chase him, I believe he will be killed by the swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps in a short time.
The most important thing is... this doesn't seem to be his job. Only then did Xuan Hao realize that he was not a member of the Demon Slayer Corps. He even refused the Demon Slayer Corps' invitation. Why was he so desperate to help others kill ghosts?
After wandering for several years, he also discovered that there didn't seem to be many ghosts in this world, far from the situation in the dragon world where hybrids were everywhere.
After all, the Demon Slayer Squad only has a few hundred people in total. If there were really that many demons, they would have been wiped out long ago.
Until now, Xuan Hao has not thought that "ghosts" are the main force in this world, because they are too weak. He feels that without him taking action, Ji Guoyuan alone can kill the world. This is one-sided.
The situation is simply unreasonable.
"Could it be that I have come to some kind of world written by Long Aotian?"
(Jiguoyuanyi: Is there a possibility... that you are too strong?
Xuan Hao: I didn't, I'm not, don't talk nonsense, I just experienced the world's beatings, and now I have learned the lesson of being seriously injured. I am obviously very weak, right?
Mingming: Brother Yuanyi, ignore him, he is just a Versailles.)
…
A few years later.
"Sigh... my physical condition is really getting worse and worse."
A sigh came from an abandoned pagoda, sounding like a dying old monk.
But lying in the pagoda was a young-looking boy.
Xuan Hao was lying on the ground feebly. I don't know when his physical condition started to have problems again, and the destructive force seemed to be getting stronger.
Originally, the power of regeneration had been suppressing destruction, but as time went by, not only did it not get better, but it got worse.
Until now, he could only lie down and wait for the destructive force to be suppressed.
However, his waiting was meaningless. The creative force that made him immortal and gave him endless life seemed to be tired and wanted to stop.
After lying in bed for several days without any improvement, Xuanhao suddenly realized the seriousness of the problem.
He seems to have made a mistake...
I seemed to be too anxious, rushing to find my sister, but I forgot that if I finished playing, everything would be over.
His top priority now should not be dragging this broken body around, but thinking about how to control the power within his body.
He cannot remain in a passive state all the time. It is obviously stupid to just expect the power in his body not to move. Just like now, once the power of creation strikes, he will probably be completely destroyed by the power of destruction.
He had to learn to control them. Not to mention complete control, at least he had to stop these two forces from fighting in his body.
So Xuanhao closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
He dived his consciousness into his own body, trying to find these two powerful forces, trying to intervene in their struggle as a 'mediator'.
He thought he wouldn't sleep for too long and thought it was a very simple thing. After all, he could even feel the existence of his soul and could cross the world to come here.
But it turned out that he still underestimated these two forces.
At first, he could only keep shouting 666 like a soy sauce bottle watching the battle, hoping that the original power in his body could be stronger to suppress the external force of destruction.
Until not long ago, he finally felt that he could have a little contact with the original power in his body that had been protecting his soul and constantly helping him repair his body.
Now that he is finally no longer completely passive, he can try to activate this force to suppress the power of destruction.
But the effect doesn’t seem to be good…
"Oh... let's do this for now."
Xuan Hao felt that he still thought too simply. Just like Lu Mingze said, understanding the power of this supreme law definitely does not happen overnight. It took him fifty years to barely get in touch with it.
There is no control at all.
This force is like a tenant living in a rented house. The house belongs to you, but it’s hard to say whether the renter abides by the rules or not. Maybe it’s just because of the face of the owner.
The owner came to check on the room, so he made a slight gesture, asking the guests to be quiet and not to disturb the surrounding neighbors.
In Xuan Hao's consciousness, it was just a blink of an eye, but in the real world, fifty years have passed.
…
One night, the sky stretched as far as the eye could see. A blood-colored full moon hung in the sky, and the clouds and mist were thick. The haze enveloped the entire barren hills.
The nameless tombstone fell to the ground with a crash, and a hand broke out of the ground.
This is a hand tied with a torn cloth band. People who don't know may think it is a zombie buried in the soil.
But Xuan Hao said that he was really not a zombie, and he was even depressed that he would be buried here.
It seemed that he was discovered by a kind person passing by while he was lying in a dilapidated temple. Seeing Xuan Hao's vagabond-like appearance with bandages all over his body and no heartbeat heard, he mistakenly thought he was a vagabond who was being bullied.
He was severely injured and died in such a deserted and ruined temple.
In the spirit of humanitarianism, the kind passerby kindly buried Xuan Hao and erected a tombstone for him.
"call--"
Xuanhao, who crawled out of the ground and finally breathed fresh air, had a depressed face. He was completely speechless for such a kind person. He was doing a good deed. It seemed that he had chosen a sunny hillside and graveyard for him.
The grass has grown so tall, it’s just...
"Thank you so much..."
It seems that I need to find a more private place for my next retreat.
The person who buried him here was really a good person. He did not take away the only valuable thing on his body. Even the Nichirin Sword given to him by Yuan Yi was buried beside him as a 'burial'.
Xuan Hao slowly stood up and moved his body, and finally breathed a sigh of relief when he found nothing unusual.
After taking a look at the surrounding environment, there was only a stretch of desolate hills, and looking out over dozens of miles of desolate land, it was still a desolate world just like before he fell asleep.
"How many years have I been sleeping?" Xuan Hao murmured to himself.
He didn't know how long he had been asleep, but the grass on the grave was probably a few years old.
No one could answer his question.
There wasn't even a ghost on this barren hillside facing the sun.
The only building in the distance is still the lonely pagoda. I don’t know how many years have passed, but this pagoda is still standing.
"Let's go take a look first. I don't know if I can meet anyone."
With slim hope, Xuan Hao walked towards the only tower where there might be human habitation.
This pagoda was there before he fell asleep, and it hasn't fallen down yet. Maybe some monks will use it again?
However, when he arrived not far from the pagoda, Xuan Hao was surprised that he did not meet the monk.
Instead, he met a dying swordsman.
This is a swordsman who looks very old. The old man is wearing simple clothes. The years have left deep marks on his face. His face is full of deep ravines. Each mark tells a dust-laden story.
There is a mottled red and black stripe on his forehead, which is as incomprehensible as an ancient inscription.
The skinny hand rested on the hilt of the sword as gently as it did when he was young, and his back was as straight and straight as ever. The old man walked forward slowly, walking towards Xuan Hao. He walked slowly and breathed naturally, seeming to be integrated with the whole world.
One body.
"you……"
The old swordsman seemed a little surprised when he saw the appearance of the young man in front of him, and ripples seemed to appear in his calm pupils.
"Are you... Jiguo Enichi?" Xuan Hao also saw clearly the appearance of this old swordsman. Although he was still like a dead branch, as if a gust of wind could blow the old man down, but from the breath of this old man,
Even with the impressive markings on his forehead, he still recognized the old man.
"You...are Mr. Xuanhao."
Ji Guoyuan was slightly stunned when his name was called out, and shouted to the young man in front of him. His tone was unusually sure, as if he was very sure that the man in front of him was the man he had met before, and he had not thought about it at all.
It's something like that man's descendant.
Because this face was exactly the same as the familiar face decades ago. It was the face of the benefactor who saved their family, and he would remember it in his heart for the rest of his life.
There was also the saber hanging on this man's waist. Although it looked a bit decayed, he could recognize it as the Sun-Run Sword he had given to Mr. Xuan Hao.
What convinced him the most was the mottled cracks on this man's body and his physical condition, which was only slightly better than before.
He had always thought that this man was a magical person. There was some vitality in this man that he was surprised about. It was completely different from ghosts. He couldn't understand it, and he never thought that this man would not change at all after decades.
"Uh..." Xuan Hao was stunned. After leaving the Demon Slayer Corps, he originally thought that they would never meet again, but he didn't expect that fate would make them meet again.
And this is the scene.
I just took a nap, but this person has aged a lot.
Although he should have been used to this kind of thing, it still feels a little sad. After all, this person is his friend, his only friend since he came to this world.
"I didn't expect you to still remember me." Xuan Hao nodded with a slight smile. He really didn't expect that Ji Guoyuan would call out his name with confidence without any doubt.
But this seems to be reasonable.
Because he knew that the world that Ji Guoyuan saw at a glance was different from that of ordinary people. Under the kind of sight that could see through the body structure of living things, his physical condition was unique. There would not be another person in the world with a body like his own.
We are always on the verge of collapse and rebirth.
He had always thought that Enichi Jiguo was the chosen one in this world, but now it seemed that even such a man could not escape the erosion of time.
"Aren't you surprised why I haven't changed at all?" He looked at Ji Guoyuan and asked the doubts in his heart.
"Surprised," Ji Guoyuan replied truthfully, "but Mr. Xuanhao is not a ghost. You are different from those man-eating monsters."
"That's it," Xuan Hao smiled slightly. It seemed that he didn't need to worry about being regarded as an enemy by the person in front of him.
Although he is already dying, Xuan Hao feels that he can't see clearly the Jiguo Yuanyi in front of him. The old man is standing there, as if he is a part of the whole nature. If he is not talking to him, he may subconsciously
ignore his existence.
What kind of state is this? Xuanhao can't understand it yet, but he can clearly feel that this old man seems to be ahead of him in light theory's understanding of life.
"Yeah, long time no see... It's been more than sixty years since we last saw each other, right?" Ji Guoyuan spoke in a gentle tone, no different from before except that his voice was a little hoarse.
"Sixty years already?" Xuan Hao sighed, has it been so long?
But even though so much time has passed, the Enichi Tsukuni in front of me seems to be no different from before except for the physical decay. No, it is even higher than when he was young. It is difficult to imagine that this man named Enichi Tsukuni is
How could he achieve such an understanding in an ordinary human body? He is truly an enviable person.
"Mr. Xuanhao, have you found the person you are looking for?" Jiguo Yuanyi seemed to still remember the purpose of Xuanhao's trip, and his voice was full of concern without any distracting thoughts.
"No." Xuan Hao shook his head slowly, "There is something wrong with my body, and I haven't had time to go too far."
"That's it..."
Jiguo Yuanyi seemed a little disappointed, feeling sorry for the man in front of him.
Even Xuanhao could clearly feel this feeling. Jiguo Yuanyi probably really felt sad about his own affairs, as if he felt the same.
Faced with an immortal existence like his own, Ji Guoyuan did not reveal the slightest bit of jealousy. On the contrary, he sincerely felt sorry for his own affairs.
"What kind of person is this?" Zeng Xuanhao has always had this doubt, because even though he has seen this man's past, he still doesn't know what kind of person he is.
But now I may understand a little bit why I failed to see through this man named Enichi Tsukuni.
Because there is no need to see through it, what you see in this man is real, Jiguo Enichi is such a pure person.
He regretted leaving the Demon Slayer Corps in the first place. If he had been with this man, he might have learned something, but it seemed too late to say this now.
"Will Mr. Xuanhao continue to search?" Ji Guoyuan looked at Xuanhao with a smile, his somewhat old eyes still clear and clear.
"certainly."
Xuan Hao answered without hesitation, "This is exactly the purpose of my coming to this world."
"What's the purpose of coming to this world?"
Ji Guoyuan was stunned for a moment, as if he recalled something.
"I think it is possible that I came to this world in such a posture that is far superior to him in order to kill Demon Dance Tsuji Muzan."
"Kibutsuji Mukai?" Xuanhao was stunned. He didn't understand why this man suddenly talked to him about his life goals.
"Yes, that is the source of all ghosts. It is an existence that tramples on everyone's lives. It is also an existence that I think must be eliminated."
Ji Guoyuan nodded slowly, "I originally thought I could succeed, but in the end I failed... In the future, many people will be killed by ghosts because of my failure..."
"Are you regretting it?" Xuan Hao frowned. He never thought that something bad would happen to a perfect person like Ji Guoyuan, nor did he expect that such a pure person would regret it.
"Yes, I once regretted it." Ji Guoyuan smiled and nodded, "But it doesn't matter now. Because I have already been redeemed."
"Uh?" Xuan Hao looked at the smile on the old man's old face with some confusion. It was a smile of relief, without any sadness or regret.
"This is a beautiful world, full of all kinds of beautiful things. I feel very happy just to be born in this world.
Although I was once confused and lost my direction, when I saw the smiles on the faces of the rescued children, and when I saw the laughter of those who lived happily under the sun, I realized that everything I did was
meaningful."
Ji Guoyuan smiled and stared at Xuan Hao in front of him, as if he wanted to tell the people in front of him some truth, "Seeing them happy makes me happy, and seeing them live happily makes me feel the same way, so I hope to save
My Mr. Xuanhao can do the same as me."
"The meaning of the journey is not only the destination, but also the meaning of cultivation. Those who have different paths will reach the same destination. If possible, I hope Mr. Xuanhao can try to stop like me from time to time on the road to see how the flowers bloom and the water
Flow, how the sun rises, when the sunset sets..."
Ji Guoyuan walked forward slowly, closing his eyes as if recalling the life he had experienced. His eyes were closed tightly but he seemed to see through everything.
"In this case, I think you will also encounter many interesting things, right? Life is an accident. Try to find the cause and effect. I hope you can find the person you are looking for at the end of the road..."
"..."
Xuan Hao froze on the spot, feeling as if he had been seen through by the old man in front of him.
He stared blankly at Enichi Jiguo, who was passing by him, and didn't know what to say for a moment.
"where are you going?"
"Mr. Xuanhao, you have your own way. Don't worry about me. Go find the person you want. This is something I need to settle."
Ji Guoyuan turned around and smiled at him, then turned around and continued walking forward.
Xuanhao hesitated for a moment but did not leave.
He looked at the lonely back of the old man and then at the scarlet full moon in the sky, feeling that something was about to happen.
What does an old ghost hunter want to do when he comes to such a deserted place at night with a knife?
He can probably guess it without even thinking.
"Is hunting ghosts something you need to risk your life for?" This was the question Xuanhao asked Enichi Jiguo when they parted decades ago.
"In order to protect a new life, it's not bad to risk your own life." This was Tsukuni Enichi's answer at the time.
But can you really still wield a knife with your withered body now? Thinking of this, Xuan Hao decided to follow this old man.
He followed at a distance until the old man stopped at a fork in the path covered with reeds.
Ji Guoyuan squinted his eyes slightly and looked up at the moon in the sky. His old palm was holding the handle of the knife as if he was waiting for someone.
Soon Xuanhao saw the person Ji Guoyuan was waiting for. To be precise, he was not a human, but a ghost.
A ghost with the same markings on its forehead and neck as Enichi, six ferocious eyes on its face, and the word "Shang Yi" engraved in its pupils.
"How... is this possible? How can you still be alive?" The ghost also saw Enichi Tsukuni and seemed surprised, "A swordsman with stripes on his body is destined to die before the age of twenty-five. Why is there only one
You...can survive until now!?"
Xuan Hao was stunned when he heard what the ghost said to Ji Guoyuan, are the tattoos here so dangerous? They can only live to be twenty-five years old...
Listening to the ghost's words, he learned that such markings seemed to represent strength, and it was also a curse that was about to reach the upper limit of life. Once activated, it seemed that he would not live past the age of twenty-five.
Wait, there seems to be something wrong. He suddenly remembered that he had seen Enichi Enichi's past through resonance with Enichi Enichi's soul. He remembered that this man...had been wearing stripes since he was born!
"He is indeed the chosen one..."
Even Xuanhao couldn't help but sigh.
Such a man is indeed easily jealous of others, no, not just humans, even the tone of this ghost's current words is full of sourness.
"Why?" The ghost seemed a little unbelievable, "Why did I turn into a ghost to escape the curse...but you..."
Good guy, Xuan Hao calls him a good guy, this ghost seems to have been a swordsman of the Demon Slayer Corps? In order to escape the curse and extend his life, he became a ghost? It's no wonder that it suspects that ghosts are born. After all, Enichi Tsukuni is not only a pervert.
He was born with markings and stood at the top, but he was not affected by the markings at all. It would be a pain for anyone else.
This seems excusable?
However, Ji Guoyuan saw a different scene.
He looked at the former brother in front of him, the person he loved most, but now he had turned into such an ugly appearance.
"How pitiful, brother..." Ji Guoyuan opened his eyes and looked at his brother, tears streaming down his eyes for the first time.
Ji Guoyuan... Did he cry? Xuanhao, who was observing everything from a distance, looked at this scene with some disbelief. In his eyes, this was a man who was extremely close to nature and almost connected with the gods. He was born into the world.
Blessed people, it turns out that such people can also cry...
Xuanhao seemed to have realized something.
Maybe life is not as complicated as he imagined, maybe such simple and pure emotions that can be easily felt are the original appearance of life.
He saw the old man holding the scabbard with his left hand and slowly holding the handle of the knife with his right hand.
The withered figure slowly leaned down.
A monstrous momentum instantly emerged from Ji Guoyuan's body. This momentum even made Xuanhao feel a little incredible, because he had only felt it in the 'god'.
At this moment, the withered old man seemed to have entered the 'realm of the gods'. There was no flaw in his whole body, and standing there seemed like he was facing the whole world!
"I am coming……"
Ji Guoyuan spoke softly, seeming to remind his brother in front of him, and also seemed to remind Xuan Hao in the distance not to blink.
Take a good look at this sword, it is the sword that runs through his life and faith.
At this moment, the souls of the two resonated again. In Xuan Hao's eyes, this sword was very slow, like a newborn baby starting from a toddler and walking through his long life, and finally stopped at this sword.
This is Ji Guoyuan's entire long life.
Xuanhao once again refreshed his understanding of Jiguo Yuanyi.
This is a person who is awe-inspiring, at least there are very few truly kind people like him in this world.
Because most people in the world are selfish, even Xuan Hao himself admits that he is a selfish person, even if he saves the world, it is ultimately for himself.
But Ji Guoyuan is different. He really always thinks about others, and he truly loves the world.
This man believes that just coming to this beautiful world is already very happy, so he probably spends his whole life repaying the world. He is very aware that there is filth in this world, but he still loves it and works hard to protect it.
The old man stopped slowly, still holding the knife in his hand. The red blood seemed to have just reacted at this moment and slowly flowed out of the ghost's neck.
The ghost covered its neck with a ferocious expression, its eyes full of resentment, and blood overflowed from its clenched teeth. It pulled out the long knife from its waist. The long knife was actually made of flesh and blood, with ferocious pupils covering it.
It looks uncomfortable.
"I hate you...I hate you!"
A voice of resentment came from the ghost's mouth, and his body disappeared instantly, and the knife in his hand was swung towards the old man who was frozen on the spot.
"enough……"
There seemed to be suppressed anger in the cold voice.
‘Click——’
The long knife made of flesh and blood broke in an instant.
The ghost who had not yet reacted stared blankly at the broken long knife in his hand, the expression on his face frozen.
"He will call you brother until the day he dies..."
The visitor held a broken flesh-and-blood blade in his hand, and the rusty sword at his waist seemed to have never been pulled out.
Ghost looked at the man in front of him in disbelief. Could it be that this man... took his knife with his bare hands? How is it possible? How is it possible! He finally got rid of the mountain that was pressing on his head, and now such a monster appears again!?
"You hate him, but he will love you until death... reflect on it!"
Xuan Hao slapped the ghost on the face with an expressionless expression. The ghost's entire head disappeared in an instant, and its blood made the hanging full moon even scarleter.
He retracted his hand expressionlessly. The reason why he didn't use the knife was because he didn't intend to kill the ghost.
Because this is Enichi Jiguo's brother, the brother that Enichi Jiguo will talk about until his death.
The sword that Ji Guoyuan had just swung could have killed his brother, but this ghost survived. There must be some reason, right?
Xuan Hao didn't care about the ghost behind him, and turned around to look at Ji Guoyuan's figure that seemed to be frozen.
This man is already dead. He died on the way to the last swing of the knife, and passed away.
This is a person worthy of respect. Xuan Hao knows that he may not be such a selfless person, but this person is still worthy of his respect, so he will not just watch this person's body being messed up after death.
"Do you want me to help you kill him?" Xuan Hao asked towards the old man in front of him.
"He's dead!" The ghost behind him regained his head and suddenly retreated, looking warily at the man in front of him who had his back turned to him.
He didn't understand why this man wanted to ask a dead man a question.
However, in Xuan Hao's eyes, he could clearly see the dissipating soul on this old body. Jiguo Yuanyi seemed to be smiling and shaking his head at him, saying something.
He couldn't hear clearly, but it seemed to be the same words as before, and he recalled the last words Jiguo Enichi said to him.
"This is something I need to settle."
But even though he failed to kill the ghost, is it considered settled? Xuanhao was a little confused, but since Jiguoyuanyi didn't want him to interfere, he still chose to respect the other party's decision.
Xuan Hao silently picked up Ji Guoyuan's withered body, "You knew he was dead and you still swung your knife at him?"
He turned back indifferently, staring at the ghost in front of him with a pair of blazing golden eyes.
Danger, danger, danger! The ghost's body trembled slightly, and he felt suffocated just by being looked at by this man. Even that adult had never given him such a feeling.
Who is this person!?
No one answered its question, and the man in front of it turned around and left.
Looking at the ghost who was trembling and unable to move, Xuanhao withdrew his sight and turned around to leave. He had seen the past of Tsukuni Enichi, and of course he had also seen Tsukuni Iwakatsu, but now he had completely turned into an ugly appearance.
, if Yun Jiguo hadn't called out "brother", it would be almost impossible for him to connect this ghost with the older brother who would give his younger brother a piccolo when he was a child.