[Slow Wear] Assassin System

Dragon

All the children and pregnant women are gathered together, it is like a piece of delicious meat hanging above the head but out of reach.

The ghost waited five days, and then he got word that it was the last day—one more night and the kids were on his plate again.

Just wait one more night.

But the ghost couldn't bear it anymore, and all this reached its climax the moment the young master walked out of the monastery.

It was a delicacy he had never tasted before——that was, the son of a noble family.

The ghost lurks in the grass. It watches the white and tender boy strode into the waist-high grass. His skin and flesh look so tender, completely different from the commoner's son. He seems to wave his hand away out of dislike. insects, so he stroked his palm on the extra-flexible autumn grass——

God!The grass sprouts can actually cut his skin!

The thin smell of blood came, and the ghost couldn't bear it anymore. Hunger and greed made it overcome its fear of the unknown. It leaped high from the grass, and rushed towards the lonely nobleman like the wind.

The reason why this evil ghost was able to snatch away so many young children and devour them was precisely because he was fast enough.

This time, however, its claws missed.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, the child rolled on the spot immediately after cutting his hand, as if he could have expected it, and at the same time threw the sharp weapon pinned to his waist. Grinded to a sharp point.

The pointed stick pierced the ogre's skin, and the stinky blood splashed out. The ghost hoarsely coaxed, and aimed at the boy's position for a second pounce!

At this moment, the boy shouted loudly: "Dragon Spear—!"

Dragon gun?What is a dragon gun?

Before the blade fell, this was the last question the ghost thought about.

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Miao Xuan appeared, condensed body, and dropped his spear, and instantly that strange, dirty shadow was divided into two halves by him.

Yu Guangzhongzheng had already been picked up by him with one hand, and he held him in his arms, with only a little oily skin torn.

A strange sound came out from the shadow, it sounded like a dying creature cooing, and Miao Xuan's dragon spear pointed at it, preventing it from moving.

Yu Guangzhong was shocked, but there was no shadow of fear at all. He poked his neck to look at the shadow on the ground, and said with emotion: "So this is a ghost... so ugly."

It’s not always true to say that it’s a shadow. When the grass is corroded by the ghost’s blood and rots, the true face of this thing is exposed in the bloody sunset:

It looks like a bloated child, with centipede-like deformed legs and hands on its bluish-black skin, a thing that can be regarded as a head at the front of its body, and countless weird eyes round and round in the layers of skin , a big mouth full of sharp teeth opened at the bottom.

Yuguang Zhongzheng leaned back tactically, and said in disgust: "...Is this the thing?"

Miao Xuan also frowned and lowered his head to observe this monster. It had an aura that Miao Xuan loathed, not just because of the stench.

Dividing into two can't kill this thing. If you want to kill it, you have to cut off its head and burn it with flames.

"Why do you come here?" Miao Xuan flicked his wrist, and the tip of the gun got stuck in the monster's head.

The monster groaned and writhed.

"Speak human!" Miao Xuan simply pierced through with mental power, "Why are you here!"

Zen Master Zaixue said that this kind of ghost is intelligent, and it can also make human-like sounds to deceive its prey.

The ghost let out a scream that was very similar to that of a human, and then it actually spoke: "Eat...here...eat..."

Miao Xuan continued: "Why did you leave Dewa Country? Why did you migrate here?"

The terrain in Dewa is not flat or connected by rivers. This kind of ghost should be attached to humans to survive. It makes no sense for it to run out over mountains and ridges.

Maybe Miao Xuan's question was a bit difficult, the monster writhed under his spear point, and was speechless for a long time, only screaming "It hurts" and "I'm so hungry".

Miao Xuan frowned, and asked from a different angle: "Do you know the sword ghost?"

The word "sword ghost" seemed to remind the monster, and it suddenly let out a tragic scream: "Sword ghost! Sword ghost! It hurts—I'm going to be killed——I'm going to be eaten—"

The sound was so ear-piercing that Yu Guangzhong subconsciously put a sticker on Longqiang: "What does it mean? Is that 'sword ghost' eating ghosts?"

This scene was extremely horrifying, the setting sun fell on the ghost, making it look like it was stained with blood, Miao Xuan asked from different angles, but the answer he got was the same.

The ghost has only hunger and fear on his mind.

It was getting dark, and there was no need to ask any more questions. Miao Xuan simply cut off the ghost's head: "Zhongzheng."

Yu Guangzhong took out his flint and steel: "Okay!"

The flame fell on the ghost's body, and immediately burned violently, as if the ghost's body was made of oil, and the stench permeated everywhere, until all the weeds were ignited.

In the distance, there was an uproar about life. It was Zen Master Zaixue and the samurai who arrived with people. Miao Xuan pointed out the ghost's head with the tip of his gun and threw it to the ground: "Zhongzheng, pick it up with a dagger."

Yu Guangzhong was stunned, and immediately understood the meaning of Longqiang: "No! This is the ghost you killed, so I don't want to pretend to be your credit!"

"Be obedient." Miao Xuan patted his head, "You need this prestige, this is your first chance to make a difference."

Yu Guangzhong turned his head: "No."

Miao Xuan put him down, and the flames burned behind the two of them, lighting up the entire land.

"You also know what the correct approach is." Miao Xuan was quite helpless, "The situation is like this, killing ghosts is a very good reputation, and your future shogunate still needs to be formed, so don't be willful."

Of course Yu Guangzhongzheng knew that doing this would benefit him, but anyone could do it, and he somehow didn't want to take advantage of Dragon Spear's achievements.

He has an unscrupulous character, and he doesn't understand why he has such an idea.

The sound of people in the distance was approaching, and there was no chance for Yuguang Zhongzheng to choose. His samurai swung his sword and came immediately, and when he saw the ghost head lit by the fire, he shouted excitedly: "My lord! You killed him!" ghost!"

Followed by the monk, the bald head showed disgust when he saw the ghost head - this was the first time Yuguang Zhongzheng saw such obvious negative emotions on the monk's face.

Afterwards, the Zen master chanted "Amitabha", bowed to the dragon gun, and meditated on the spot, actually directly began to save the souls of the dead.

Afterwards came the villagers who came, they saw the ghost head lit by the fire, the crowd was terrified at first, then ecstatic!

The villagers cheered and knelt down, shed tears of gratitude, and expressed their reverence incoherently. Everything was in chaos, and the firelight illuminated their faces, which made Yu Guangzhongzheng stunned for a while.

After a brief daze, Yu Guangzhong came to his senses suddenly, and he immediately turned to look for the dragon gun, but the Heijia general who had been by his side was not there—he should have gone back to the temple. Depressed, soft-hearted and responsible, he will not rest assured if he does not count the number of children and pregnant women.

Yu Guangzhongzheng suddenly felt a sense of disappointment in his heart, he didn't have the excitement and joy of successfully slaying ghosts as a bait.

What, this is not my credit at all, what is going on? !

He looked down at his immature palms that were bloody cut by blades of grass—the frail body allowed him to only hold a dagger.

...To truly be able to slay ghosts, to truly lead troops into battle, to come back from victory by myself, and to behead the enemy...

Yu Guangzhong clenched his fists tightly.

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Yuanjiang country.

The harvest in autumn brought waves of joy, and people worked hard on the arable land to harvest and convey good news to each other.

"The harvest tax has been reduced again!"

"One draw from ten is reduced to one draw from twenty!"

……

This joy was so real that it ignited everyone like a flame. The farmers in the fields thanked the gods and their names loudly, and the working women walked the streets with their babies in their arms, also thanking God.

"To celebrate the wedding of Lord Zhixin and Die Ji!"

"God bless Zhixingong! God bless Dieji!"

……

The setting sun dyed the ridges into gold, which was as beautiful as pure gold. People walked on the land of autumn harvest, praising and cheering loudly.

A carriage passed by on a field ridge, without a warrior, only a groom driving a tall black horse.

The peasants hurriedly backed away when they saw the carriage. Although they didn't recognize the family coat of arms on the carriage, those who were eligible to ride in the carriage were all nobles, and they dared not stand in the way.

The carriage of this carriage is extraordinarily large, and there are two unique windows on the wall of the carriage made of precious and famous wood. Light gauze and bamboo curtains hang down, blocking the view inside the carriage.

Sitting by the window is a man in hunting clothes. He looks at the field ridges lit by the setting sun through the gauze curtain and smiles gently.

This man's face was very handsome, his eyes were deep and handsome, and he was very majestic at a young age.

He smiled and said, "Die Ji, all my people are blessing you."

Sitting next to the man is a woman who seems to be shy and drooping her head. She is holding a cypress fan in her hand, her eyebrows are curved—this is another stunning beauty, she looks amiable and gentle. She looks radiant, like a goddess.

When the man's voice fell, Die Ji raised her head to look at him, and said softly: "I am lucky to be able to marry my husband."

So the man, the daimyo of the Yuanjiang country, Zhixin Zongqi, gently held his wife's hand, and said after his wife's voice fell: "What are you talking about, I can marry you is the favor of..."

The carriage swayed forward, and the newly married couple just talked about you and me along the way. They were so sweet, and the tacit understanding between husband and wife was infinite.

Isn't the tacit understanding unlimited?Only when the wife stops talking and moving, the husband will start to act and speak; and when the husband speaks and moves, the wife is like a puppet.

The setting sun lit up the brows and eyes of the couple, and their expressions were similar when they looked at each other, full of satisfaction and joy.

Then the wife gracefully spread out the juniper fan to cover most of her face, and sat silently in the shadow of her husband, motionless, while the husband put down his beloved wife's hand and closed the window instead.

"Zen master, tell me, isn't my Yuanjiang a fairyland on earth?" Zhixin Zongqi asked with a smile, "My people are so happy, and my retainers are so loyal, so why...you want to instigate my ministers , to deceive my people?"

He turned around and looked at the opposite side of the carriage: "So why do you say that my Yuanjiang is hell?"

Only now did this spacious and luxurious carriage reveal its true appearance. One end is the elegant decoration that the nobles love most, such as fragrant tea, small flowers, silk and satin; The scene moved directly to the carriage.

It was a fragmented person, his limbs were twisted and he was nailed to the wall of the carriage. His blood stained the front wall of the carriage red. The people who were separated from him by the wall were people cheering for tax cuts and good harvests.

The ocean of joy and happiness tightly wrapped the carriage. No one knew what was loaded in the carriage, and they couldn't even smell the smell of blood.

It's hard to imagine such a scene in this carriage, and what's even more frightening is that when faced with such a scene, the famous couple can still keep their expressions on their faces and laugh happily.

The person who was tortured was a monk, the pain made him hang his head and could not move, but when the daimyo's question fell, he struggled to raise his head, and said in a broken voice: "Devil King...you will die after you die." Falling into the endless hell, your... sins... are too numerous to write down!"

Zhixin Zongqi was still smiling, and he seemed to look at the monk with pity: "Zen Master, is it painful? Your skin is restricting your soul."

"'Infernal Hell'...is a frightening myth that deceives children and the weak." The young daimyo shook his head, "Your Buddhism is really the scourge of troubled times."

The monk spat out two mouthfuls of blood, and said hoarsely: "Sacrifice yourself and your family to the ghosts... Yuanjiang will definitely become a hell on earth! Deyu is a lesson from the past."

"Is it hell again? Can't it be called another name?" Zhixin Zongqi shook his head boredly, "Die Ji, look, he can't even tell myths well."

After Zhixin Zongqi's words fell, Die Ji laughed softly, as if she agreed, but also as if she was mocking.

"As for Izuha? Izuha's daimyo is not qualified at all. He has never achieved the ultimate. Of course, he has no chance." Zhixin Zongqi calmly narrated, "He can't control everything, so he can only be backlashed."

"No one can really be with demons and ghosts! This is a dead end!" The monk raised his head as if he had returned to the light. day!"

However, the monk's faith could not impress the daimyo in the slightest. Zhixin Zongqi still looked at the cruel mural in front of him calmly, and he even picked up the teacup: "Ah, so that's the case, so what else does the Zen master want to say?" ? I'm all ears."

The Zen master looked at him bitterly, and his last breath had already been exhausted in the reflection. His eyes widened, and he could not rest in peace.

There was silence in the carriage for a long time, until Die Ji's gentle voice sounded: "Husband, this master has become a Buddha."

So Zhixin Zongqi sighed and said: "It's a pity, why did he die? The dragon sounds really powerful. I haven't heard enough. Will he come to kill me? I'm looking forward to it."

He shook his head at the dead body of the Zen master and said with emotion: "If you can follow me back to Honmaru, I can give you eternal life, so that you can-see with your own eyes that I tamed the dragon."

The author has something to say:

Although the prototype is Oda Nobunaga, Zhixin Zongqi is considered a brand new character, and he is very coquettish (highlighted), it is true, it is probably like Naraku + Wumi + Katz (disorder).

Before watching JOJO and after watching JOJO are completely two people.

#燕铁 With its back facing the sun, the loincloth was raised.jpg#