I Became The Lord Of A Hundred Ghosts Since Hokage

Chapter 168 Rushing to Fujimura (first more)

When the sword stayed between Zhurei's neck, Zhurei's face remained unchanged. As he said, he was a fearless warrior. This point does not change because of his physical weakness or age.

He just looked at Sengoku with a little bewilderment, and there was a lot of confusion in his heart. He did not resent Sengoku for killing his sister, because of his perennial illness, it doesn't matter when he died. People live just to persist. , And his sister died of what she insisted on, and the person who killed her also insisted on his belief.

So all of this is not worth being too sentimental. After suffering the torment of illness, Zhu Lian is actually very open to death.

"So, will you never regret it?"

"Things that originate from one's heart, and actions that originate from one's heart, one should uphold my heart and my actions are as clear as a mirror, and there is no regret for what we have done."

Qianshi faintly said.

But when Zhu Lian heard that he could not regret it, not when he would not regret it, he understood something.

Nothing...

Isn't it that you don't know the despicableness, but you can't regret it if you sit down?

The blood stained the land and the water in the pond, and some blood also aroused the scene of fish gathering.

Sengoku wiped the blood off the knife with his sleeve.

In the conversation just now, he could feel that Zhu Li has been peeping at him, with his hand on the hilt of the knife, and faintly made a suitable posture. As long as he caught a glimpse of his flaws, he would do it, but it was a pity to start from the beginning. At the end, Qianshi suppressed him with his own breath, giving Zhu Lian a feeling of being targeted at all times.

This made Zhuren understand that Qianshi had never let go of his vigilance, as long as he made a move, he would be counterattacked.

So at the end of the day, Zhu Ren did not choose to take revenge, but sincerely wanted to know Qianshi's heart, holding the idea of ​​knowing how to die when he died.

This kind of thinking seemed very strange to Sengoku. If it were him, he would be afraid that he would not see the opportunity, so he would try his best to slap the last knife, instead of exploring the enemy's purpose. In his view, the deadly enemy is the best enemy.

Samurai, it's strange.

With a light sigh in his heart, Qianshi found that the snow had also begun to fall, and the thin snowflakes covered the original blood.

Corresponding to the pale face of the people on the ground, he seemed to melt into the snow.

Sengoku paused for a moment, then threw a scroll to Guitong Maru, and at the same time took out the mask, took out the nightmare mask and put it on his face.

After collecting Zhurei's soul, Guitongmaru condensed Zhurei's corpse, and then asked Sengoku: "This kid, Sengoku-sama, do you want to make it into a monster, too?"

"I already faintly have your next improvement ideas, which may change your essence. In the new manufacturing method, maybe the two of them are very suitable materials. I can feel that they have in their hearts Strong emotion."

Qianshi said softly.

He looked at the sky and looked at the thin snow that was falling. He sighed in his heart that it was time to develop a method to create monsters on a large scale.

The monsters in the ghost town of the ghost town are all experimental in nature, and are the product of his groping on the way to make the monsters.

However, when the technology is innovated, Sengoku is not without a way. To sublimate them, everything depends on whether it goes well or not.

Qianshi left the courtyard, and when he walked out of Admiral's Mansion, water suddenly surged under his feet and got into his body.

Guitongmaru showed a look of sunshine, but with a wicked smile, and said, "Did Arakawa take care of the guys who hid it? That's not bad!"

"Is my eldest son after all..."

Qianshi chuckled slightly, and a stream of water gushed out of his shoulder, which turned into mist to disperse the falling snow for him.

On seeing this scene, Guidoumaru secretly curled his lips, but he couldn't do it. Although he could transform into an energy state, he was limited to attaching, and could not freely manipulate his energy body. Unlike Arakawa, it was originally a stream of water. consist of.

Flattery...

With a silent mutter in his heart, Gui Tong Maru followed Qianshi with no expression on his face.

"Arakawa, take us away and see how our ally is doing."

A large amount of water suddenly appeared under him and Guitongmaru's feet. They directly lifted the two of them and moved forward quickly. When they encountered a house, they raised the current, and quickly disappeared in the main city, causing residents in the main city. The chaos, but soon, a large number of warriors flooded into the main city.

Took over the order.

It's not that some small famous samurai gates haven't seen the scene outside the city, and some wise people are uneasy.

Especially after seeing that these were all samurai of the Yagyu clan and they surrounded Admiral Mansion, more people became uneasy.

"Will that woman fail too..."

In the main city, among a samurai family, an old man looked at the direction of Admiral Mansion and couldn't help muttering.

His son on the side also said with emotion: "I originally thought that this event would only happen after Zhu Lian died."

They are Admiral Takechizuru's confidantes. They once offended the Yihe clan and showed their loyalty, so they were trusted by Takechizuru, and there was another person in their family named Zaori, and their surname Qianzhiyu.

It was the confidant of Takechizuru, the only friend, the woman who was manipulated by Chikuchi to betray Takechizuru.

It is also because of the existence of Qianzhiyu Zaoyu that the old man and his son know about Takechizuru, knowing that the pillar of Zhuchizuru’s heart is his younger brother. The old man was also a famous samurai when he was young, otherwise he would not be qualified. Offend the Yihe clan.

After seeing Zhu Ren and Zhu Qianhe again, and adding some information from his daughter to himself, he judged that when Zhu Ren died, Zhu Qianhe's sword would probably be blunt.

Therefore, he was worried for a while, but Zhu Lian, who should have died of illness long ago, kept dying, which made his worries useless.

Once he even wanted to kill Zhu Lian, using Zhu Lian's death to arouse Zhu Qianhe's desire for revenge, and using hatred to make her knife not dull.

But he really didn't have the confidence to cover up this behavior in front of Zhu Qianhe, so he had to give up this idea, praying that Zhu Ren would die slowly.

"Father, what should we do? My younger sister is Takechizuru's confidant."

"Don't worry, after all, it's up to someone else to decide whether a knife should cut it on your neck."

The old man was very calm, because he was afraid that Zhu Qianhe's knife would be blunt. He was always frightened and frightened. He was already mentally prepared and developed a big heart.

At this moment, a servant suddenly ran in and said eagerly: "Old Patriarch, Patriarch! Missy she committed suicide!"

Hearing this, there was some sadness on the faces of both of them.

The old man closed his eyes, and after a long time, he whispered: "Come back first."

In the main city, the old glory was dispersed.

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