"Haaaaaaaaaaa......"

In the jungle, a man in a samurai suit hurriedly passed through a bush.

He looked embarrassed, gasping heavily. He looked panicked, his clothes were scattered, and there was a knife wound on his legs, blood flowing, making his steps unsteady.

He was running for his life, but even though he tried his best, the knife wounds that were deep in his legs still made him unable to move.

Blood was stained on the shrubs he passed through and dripped among the dead leaves on the road. The whole forest smelled blood, exposing his traces.

He couldn't escape, maybe he understood this himself, so the heart in his chest beats so fast, so his breathing is so rapid, so he is so scared.

"Bang!"

The man tripped on a dead vine, his pupils contracted, and his face became even more frightened, but he could no longer do anything.

His body suddenly lost its center of gravity, and he fell forward to the ground, in front of a dead tree.

The man gritted his teeth, opened his eyes, and grabbed the ground in front of him with his palms, as if he wanted to stand up again.

At this time, footsteps also came from behind him.

It was a sound of footsteps that were neither too fast nor too slow, and he walked along the path he had walked.

The man was wearing a ragged yellow hat, wearing a loose cloth robes, exposed his chest, and a straw in his mouth. He was carrying a brown-red sword around his waist, symbolizing that he was a swordsman.

The weirdly dressed swordsman raised his feet, stepped over the blood-stained bush, and slowly walked towards the man who fell to the ground.

"Ah, ah, no, don't come over, don't come over."

The man lying on the ground said hoarsely, dragging his injured leg to crawl along the ground, trying to stay away from the person coming behind him.

But he couldn't get what he wanted. The swordsman wearing a hat had already walked behind him and stepped on his back.

The man was trampled on the ground, like an ant trampled under his feet. He wanted to escape, but he couldn't even stand up. In the previous pursuit, he had used up all his strength, and now he could only lie on the ground and grab the dead leaves on the ground with his hands.

The swordsman wearing a hat lowered his eyes, and under the shadow of the hat, his eyes were cold and ruthless.

With a slow friction sound, he pulled out the sword at his waist. The blade reflected cold light in the dim dense forest, illuminating the face of the man on the ground.

"No, please, don't kill me." The man's voice was almost crying. He begged without dignity, only asking the other party to save his life.

The swordsman's sword stopped in mid-air.

The man thought he wanted to spare his life, and he let out a sigh of relief in cold sweat.

But the next moment, the swordsman's voice sounded calmly.

"Ten years ago, you had an argument with someone. You were unhappy and drew your sword to kill someone. Have you spared his life?"

"Six years ago, you were drunk and made trouble, and you were killed in the street, two were killed and one was injured. Have you spared your life?"

"Three years ago, you collected money and killed a family for him. Have you spared your life?"

He was like he knew everything, telling his past one by one in the man's horrified eyes.

Finally, the swordsman stopped talking about this. He stared into the man's eyes, as if he sighed.

"There are too many, I don't remember the rest. You can go to the Hall of Yama to count the sins."

After saying that, the sword in his hand fell.

"No, no!" The man wanted to say something, but this time the blade had no intention of stopping.

"prick!"

A sound of flesh-filled sound came out, and the sword pierced the man's back.

"Cough, ho, ho......" Blood flowed out of the man's mouth, and he drooped his head silently with a twisted expression.

The swordsman drew out the sword and wiped the blood from the sword with his hands. He threw the straw in his mouth and walked away slowly.

In the dense forest, only a corpse and a blood-stained rice pole were left.

A tangy ragged hat, a wide cloth coat, a straw in his mouth, and a brown-red sword around his waist.

A person dressed up like this has only recently appeared in people's eyes.

When people knew him, he had killed dozens of well-known warriors, who were killed by him for the crimes they had committed in the past.

People call this person Di Ksitigarbha. Whether he is really called Di Ksitigarbha, or whether he has always been called Di Ksitigarbha, no one can tell. People only know that he will find the sinner with a crime and then kill him.

No one can say clearly whether Ksitigarbha is a good person or a bad person.

He is said to be a good person because most of the people he killed are damn people and have committed damn crimes.

But he is said to be a villain because every time he comes to the door with a knife, he will search his house and silence him. He will kill the old man and the woman. He said that this is to repay his karma.

The only person he does not kill is the child, because in his opinion, children do not bear karma.

In short, Dizang is a paranoid person who insists on the justice in his heart. When he thinks you deserve to die, he will find you and then kill you.

He has a saying that he often says.

"A lifetime will always be repaid."

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In a tavern on the roadside.

"The shopkeeper has a bowl of wine." Dizang put his hat on the table and called it to the shopkeeper.

"Okay, wait a moment." The shop responded and went to the back to pour wine.

Not long after, a bowl of sake was delivered to Dizang.

Dizang picked up the wine bowl and looked at his reflection in the wine. The focal length in his eyes spread slightly.

Those who wear swords at their waists are warriors, including heroes, prodigals, swordsmen, but also scum. Scum acts recklessly based on sharp blades in their hands and takes human life based on their temporary likes and dislikes. Such people should not gain a foothold in the world.

This is what Ksitigarbha always thinks.

Some people say that if he kills people like this, isn’t he a scum?

Dizang's answer is that if someone can take his life, he will naturally give it to him.

But before that, he will ask for an explanation from the world.

In this world, ghosts dance and monsters are rampant, so someone should ask for an explanation.

He picked up the wine bowl, raised his head, and Dizang drank the sake in one gulp. The wine flowed down the corner of his mouth, and his throat and stomach burned like a fire.

He wiped his mouth, picked up the hat on the table and put it on his head, and left with a sword.

He is going to find the next person, the next person he wants to kill.
Chapter completed!