This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

Today, either the other party will die or you will live.

At least Beichuan Temple has this idea.

For the skill book that he had never seen before, Beichuan Temple felt that he should work hard.

One of his feet exerted strength, and he rushed forward with Kanesada under the other hand!

That rough and quick movement made Kitano Ryo's extremely anthropomorphic expression stunned.

Logically speaking, such a terrible appearance like him should make people feel scared, but why is this young man in front of him not only not afraid, but also rushing over with a little excited expression on his face?

He opened his terrifying bloody mouth and howled loudly at Beichuan Temple.

But in the next second, Beichuan Temple mercilessly smashed his mouth into pieces! The roar also stopped abruptly.

? ? ? ? ?

what's wrong with you?

Ryo Kitano, who still retained some humanized thinking, was confused, but the meat cleaver under his hand was not at all confused, and he chopped at Beichuan Temple's neck.

But Beichuan Temple seemed to have expected the other party's actions a long time ago.

The sledgehammer changed like flowing water, and he firmly held a thick explosion-proof shield in his hand.

Bang!

The meat cleaver slashed on the explosion-proof shield, making an unpleasant dull sound.

With the strength of being cut by the opponent, Beichuan Temple turned around, and the Kanesada in his hand quickly cut Kitano Ryo's spiritual body

The severe pain made Ryo Kitano howl, and he picked up the meat cleaver again, and chopped bloodily at Beichuan Temple's thigh.

The death energy in Kitagawa Temple's hand turned into an anti-explosion shield again, while the anti-explosion shield with his left hand blocked the opponent's sharp blow, at the same time, his right hand also thrust Kanesada into Ryo Kitano's chest fiercely.

He rolled backwards a few times on the spot, and then relieved himself, with a hook of his right finger, he manipulated Kanesada with a silk thread composed of dead energy to goug out a large piece of flesh from the opponent.

Beichuan Temple put his five fingers together, stretched out his hand and pulled back. Kanesada flew upside down and fell into his hands again.

really--

Kitano Ryo is not as good as the knife priestess who lives in the village.

Although he still retains human consciousness, it can be seen from his series just now that he just managed to keep up with Beichuan Temple's actions by relying on his reaction speed.

This is the limitation of most wraiths.

After all, they don't know human fighting skills at all.

but--

"The Wraith also has the means of the Wraith."

Beichuan Temple glanced at his wrist.

When Kanesada pulled it off just now, Beichuan Temple's wrist was stained with some flesh and blood made of resentment.

It seemed that it was because of the spell on the opponent's body, this small piece of minced meat fell on Beichuan Temple's wrist, and it was like strong acid, quickly corroding the skin on his wrist.

Severe pain came, black and bright red blood mixed.

This scene was obviously also discovered by Ryo Kitano, who moved a huge spirit body and rushed towards Beichuan Temple quickly.

Bei Chuanji frowned, moved the explosion-proof shield in his left hand to his right hand, Kanesada retracted it, and at the same time stepped back.

But this is a basement building, and the space for Beichuan Temple to retreat is also very narrow.

Facing the meat cleaver that was stained with the resentment of countless children who died, Beichuan Temple set up an explosion-proof shield.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The meat cleaver hit the deadly explosion-proof shield one by one, as if it was going to break Beichuan Temple's wrist.

It's not good to go on like this.

Beichuan Temple's eyes flashed with black air.

He caught the moment when the opponent raised the cleaver and swung it down, the explosion-proof shield in his hand turned into a short thorn, and at the same time, he turned to the right side, dodging the sharp blade while stepping forward!

The strength from the waist spread down the arm to the wrist, and the short spike pierced Ryo Kitano's throat!

Pooh! ! ! ! ! !

The jet-black liquid splashed all over Beichuan Temple's entire arm, and the corroded white mist also rose at the same time!

Zizizi! ! !

pain!

Excruciating pain!

The skin peeled off layer by layer, and the bright red blood mixed with the black water dripped down!

Beichuan Temple's expressionless face showed a pale color, but he backed away without any hesitation, instead, his arm exerted strength again!

ho ho - ho ho -

Ryo Kitano's eyes widened with resentment, and a trace of unwillingness flashed across his terrifying face full of black pus!

It's not dead yet!

Ryo Kitano even wanted to reach out and break Beichuan Temple's arm.

Beichuan Temple stepped hard on Kitano Ryo's chest with his right foot, causing his already unbalanced body to fall backwards.

After finishing all this, Kitagawa Temple still didn't let go, he firmly nailed the short thorn in the middle of Kitano Ryo's throat, the other hand flashed out of Kanesada, and inserted it into Kitano Ryo's throat all at once.

When the skin peels off, it becomes the muscle tissue, and when the muscle tissue bottoms out, it becomes the white bones——

Even so, Beichuan Temple still did not let go.

Boom! ! ! !

The faint blue garrison fire rose up with a bang, burning blazingly through Kanesada and the short thorns.

Xi Kutiao also poured his kind thoughts into the blue garrison fire.

Ryo Kitano finally wailed unwillingly, his arms fell weakly, and golden blue and black flames were burning everywhere on his huge body.

Beichuan Temple took a step back, his arms drooping weakly.

He was panting heavily, and his face was covered with sweat.

The two arms were almost crippled, if it wasn't for his desperate aura, he might have been succeeded by the other party.

After all, the opponent wanted to exchange blood for blood, so Beichuan Temple naturally couldn't back down.

In a life-and-death battle like the one just now, there should be no panic or hesitation.

Because Beichuan Temple kept calm all the time, he stood at the end.

At this time, Xi Kujo jumped onto the ground pitifully and anxiously, seeing Beichuan Temple's pale face for the first time, also jumped around anxiously.

The muscles of Beichuan Temple's two arms were like wax oil, blood and black liquid kept sliding down, and the stench was overflowing.

"Don't worry." Beichuan Temple originally wanted to wave his hands, but the state of his hands was really wrong.

Fortunately, there are still more than forty points of death energy left, so there shouldn't be much problem with the treatment of both arms.

Thinking about it, Beichuan Temple attached the dead energy to his arms, and then activated the dead energy healing skill.

Strands of black resentment rose from his battered arms.

While treating his arms, Kitagawa Temple looked at Ryo Kitano's spiritual body that was lying on the ground and burning.

It has to be said that Ryo Kitano's spiritual body is very resistant to heat.

If the spiritual body of ordinary people is used as a match, then Ryo Kitano's spiritual body is like a small fire, and there is no comparison between the two.

After all, Ryo Kitano is proficient in spells, and the spirit body after his death must have swallowed some spirit bodies through some means.

"Feed your spirit body with blood..."

Beichuan Temple glanced at Ryo Kitano's burning spirit body, and continued to heal his arm.

very strange.

"Ryo Kitano, the biggest resentment breeder in the Rain Pavilion, is dead now. Why hasn't the spirit realm collapsed yet?"

Answer...

Beichuan Temple withdrew its gaze and looked at the gate behind him.

That's where Ryo Kitano held the resurrection ceremony.

Maybe this is the reason why the Spiritual Field of the Rain Pavilion can persist until now.

Beichuan Temple kicked him away without hesitation, and then stopped.

An indescribably tragic scene was reflected in his eyes.

A forest hangs down from the ceiling overhead—

It was a black forest of dark curved iron hooks.

Above this jungle, there are children missing various parts.

These children cruelly pierced their bodies with iron hooks, and their pale corpses hung on the iron hooks without moving.

Beneath the group of corpses, there was a large bathtub filled with black blood.

In the bathtub, Matsumoto Jiuyuan's face was connected to a neck that did not belong to him, and Fujiwara Nagakawa's arms were randomly inserted on the fundamentally irregular torso, and butter oil floated on the black blood.

The torso was cut open, and various organs were inexplicably stuffed inside, some of which had already turned blue-purple, emitting bursts of pungent odors.

This patchwork corpse was leaning against the bathtub, with traces of stitches everywhere on its body.

This should be the ideal Haruna that Ryo Kitano is pursuing.

It can also be seen from this that in the later stage of the ceremony, Ryo Kitano has gone crazy.

His aesthetics are completely wrong.

But this 'Haruna' still lacks the most important soul, so it can only sleep here.

Beichuan Temple didn't feel sorry for Kitano Liang, he just looked around to check the situation inside.

Horrible resentment filled this small bathroom.

The strong resentment seemed to penetrate into the mouth and nose of Beichuan Temple. Even the resentment on Ryo Kitano outside could not compare to the heavy resentment contained in this small room.

"I see."

Beichuan Temple knew it well.

From the beginning, the Rain House was not supported by Ryo Kitano's resentment, but by this small room.

Supported by the resentment of these dead children.

As long as this room exists, one day there will be a terrifying wraith similar to Ryo Kitano.

The corpses of the children hang quietly, with their eyes closed or their mouths open.

The face with the head is full of pain, and the limbs without the head hang down.

Beichuan Temple can imagine it.

Those children were dragged here, then brutally deprived of a certain part, and then killed, hanging here like meat in a slaughterhouse.

Beichuan Temple closed the door again.

His hands have almost recovered, and the next step is to wait for the dead energy to recover. After burning this room, he will leave this spiritual domain.

Beichuan Temple stayed in the basement for about an hour and a half, and nearly two-thirds of the dead energy had recovered.

Ryo Kitano's spiritual body also burned out early, and more than twenty Youyou Soul Lamps were imprisoned in this basement full of resentment and could not fly out.

Among these soul lamps, most of what Beichuan Temple saw were children's lives.

The child who was sent to the Rain House because of an accident with his parents...

The child who was sent directly to the rain house after being born by a mother who likes to mess around outside...

Children who have lost their mothers since birth...

 …

There are many things recorded in the soul lamp, and Beichuan Temple even saw the memories of Matsumoto Jiuyuan and Katori Xuezhu——

"about there."

Beichuan Temple has had enough rest.

He pushed the inner door open again, looked at the still extremely tragic scene, and took a deep breath:

"I'm here to help you out."

With a little comfort, Beichuan Temple set up Youlan Zhuhuo under his command.

The faint blue flame is burning fiercely!

Resentment is the best nourishment for staying in the fire.

In such a place full of resentment, the flames of the Zhanhuo are even worse!

After these faint blue flames wrapped around these corpses, they burned along the ceiling.

In the bathtub, Kitano Haruna's body was also slowly burning.

Looking at the burning flames, Beichuan Temple slowly closed the door expressionlessly.

Along with the burning of the basement room that is the main body of the 'Rain Pavilion', the entire Rain Pavilion began to tremble violently.

Kitagawa Temple simply cut the cover into pieces with Kanesada, and rushed out of the basement.

Behind him followed more than twenty soul fires.

They seemed to feel that the restraint of the basement on them had weakened, so they turned into balls of light and soared out one after another.

In front of you is the sky with heavy rain!

Under this sky, there are soul fires with long tails flying up one after another.

These small soul fires are different from adult soul fires, exuding magnificent and strange light particles, and each soul fire has innocent smiles of children on it.

As if thanking Beichuan Temple, the little soul fires danced around Beichuan Temple, unwilling to leave.

"Go." Beichuan Temple waved his hand.

After hearing this, all the soul fires stopped for a moment, and then circled around Beichuan Temple several times in nostalgia, and then broke through the dark clouds and rowed towards the other side of the sky.

Beichuan Temple heard it from his mother when he was a child.

Every child who dies prematurely will turn into a shining star and hang in the sky.

That flying and flickering soul fire, isn't it like a star?

Beichuan Temple glanced at the tunnel that had suddenly collapsed, and shook his head.

He didn't get the skill book.

I don't know why, but all the interest is gone.

Presumably, even if he got that volume of notes recording various curses and incantations, Beichuan Temple probably wouldn't invest energy in researching it.

"And this time the harvest is enough."

Beichuan Temple glanced at the collapsed Rain Pavilion and stopped hesitating.

He stretched out his hand to open the crack from the Pavilion of Rain, and his whole body flashed into it.

Rumble! ! !

Amidst the lightning and thunder, the Rain Pavilion's collapse accelerated, and all the corpses hidden in it fell into abysses.

The Pavilion of Rain, this place will never be visited by anyone again, and no one will be able to see the ugly humanity hidden in the dark ground...

Standing firmly at the foot of Beichuan Temple, he looked around.

He is now standing by the side of the mountain road with a backpack on his back.

Some tourists walked past Beichuan Temple.

That is a family of three.

A man, a woman and a daughter.

They talked and laughed with anticipation for the next camping.

Beichuan Temple watched all this in a daze.

It turned out that the heavy rain had stopped falling unconsciously.

Sunlight leaked from the clouds and shone on the mountain.

The darkness of the dense forest was expelled and replaced by spring scenery everywhere.

Under the bursts of soft sunshine, people's originally cold faces seemed to have a little warmth.

After the four solar terms of Lichun, Zhongchun, Jingzhe, and vernal equinox, the temperature finally rose.

This faint warmth makes people can't help but forget the icy cold winter.

Because... since it's late spring, summer shouldn't be far away, right?

Thanks to Hu Biao, the vicious little Qingmang, who is addicted to novels and overturned his car, for his reward! Thank you so much!