Chapter 133 Killing Demons

"Is this really a good idea?"

The man tightened the books tied to his body. These not-so-hard things might be able to withstand the fangs or claws of some ferocious beasts at critical moments and save his life.

"What's wrong? Brother Ogasawara, there are monsters there. Isn't it a good thing to kill them?"

The leader of the men asked back, and the man named Ogasawara was refuted. Indeed, killing demons is a good thing. These demon caves have killed many people in the past. Killing them is a matter of course, but...

....

Ogasawara held the knife and weighed it twice. He had not practiced the kendo he had learned as a child for who knows how many years. Even holding the handle of the knife, it was difficult for him to find the feeling of holding the knife, let alone practical.

The experience of killing something with a sword.

"Don't worry, Ogasawara, you'll be proficient in just a few attempts. The blood of the samurai can flow in our bodies, and wielding the sword is just like instinct."

The man patted his shoulder, took out a magatama piece from his pocket, and handed it to him.

"By the way, there is this thing. Wear it. If you feel uncomfortable, just hold it in your mouth. It will make you feel better."

"What the hell is wrong? Is it so hard to accept the first time?"

Time turned back to the present, and the dazed Ogasawara was slapped hard by his companion. He woke up from his memories and stared at the front of his eyes.

Some of my companions were fighting with demons, while others were chasing behind the fleeing crowd, wielding knives and killing wantonly, and he was one of them.

His knife was stained with blood, and there was a corpse lying in a pool of blood at his feet. His knife just now could be said to be the best he had ever struck. It went straight from the shoulder blade to the humerus, almost cutting the whole person in half.

The touch of cutting off a human body seems to be no different from that of a bamboo mat tested with a knife. The blood spilled and the pleasure of violence flow through the body, as if it is innate.

Looking up, the fleeing male and female demons all seemed to be no different from ordinary people. They even had some decorations that were obviously like props. The ghosts who were fighting with their companions on the side were also very real. They seemed to be about the same age as my daughter.

The corpse of Ogasawara made it difficult to distinguish between reality and fiction for a while.

His hands were shaking, his breathing was short, his heart was beating faster than ever before, and he was so nervous that he felt like he was about to jump out of his body. His head was lacking oxygen, and he couldn't tell whether the wings on the corpse under his feet were real or fake.

Recalling the words of the leader, Ogasawara took out the magatama from his neck, and held the magatama in his mouth, which was as dark as blood. He instantly felt a coolness, and his whole body relaxed a lot. He was left with unprecedented confidence and satisfaction, holding the knife and eager to try.

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These are demons, and their corpses can be exchanged for a lot of money, a lot of money. With that money, he no longer has to be a clerk, an ordinary person who is teased around outside and has to endure the looks when he comes home.

He is a samurai! He is a noble clan! He is a descendant of the Ogasawara clan who protects Shinano!

"A bunch of mongrel dogs, busy biting people without even being able to chew bones, are still as despicable after all these years."

There was no emotion or anger, and Ibuki, who saw this scene from a height, said coldly, not feeling angry at all that his place was smashed, or feeling pity that his guest was killed.

If you look carefully, you will see that there are only a few monsters that were actually killed, and most of them were humans dressed in strange costumes. These guys couldn't tell the difference between humans and monsters, so they just killed them randomly.

I have never thought about where this place is, whether I will die, whether the soul under the knife is a human or a demon, and will only follow the violent desire in my heart, like a beast indulging in desire.

After sniffing the smell of blood in the air, Ibuki seemed to smell something.

"Huh? It's unexpected that there is a purebred. Do you want to taste the taste of Genji and red leaves for yourself?"

"Genji? Where is Genji?"

Being mentioned a word that shouldn't be mentioned, the originally peaceful Momiji suddenly turned into a ferocious resentful ghost, rushed out of the door, and jumped directly from Ibuki's side.

"If you are so impatient, you should wait for me and we can share the points."

Following Hong Ye, he jumped down from the upstairs. Suddenly, only the shrine and Lord Baizu were left, who was still feasting.

"Can't stand it anymore?"

Jingu looked at Baizu in surprise. Why is she still eating here? Is she so hungry?

"Bah!" Baizu spat out a piece of bone and said very honestly: "People don't taste good, and I don't have any grudge against Genji, so why would I jump in and fight?"

Oh, legend has it that the person who shot her to death was Fujiwara Hidego, who founded the Fujiwara Kitie Hidego style, and has nothing to do with Genji.

The two people upstairs were just watching a show, but the scene downstairs was not very good-looking. Hongye, who transformed into an evil spirit, tore the person in half, completely ignoring everything else while waving his hand, heading towards the smell of Genji,

No one can stop her.

Even with such a bloody and terrifying scene, these half-hearted guys still didn't show any fear. They swallowed magatama one by one, and their bodies grew dramatically. What's more, they even had green faces and fangs. They threw away their swords and crawled on the ground like wild beasts.

Enter.

Compared to the brutality on the other side, Ibuki's movements were very light, and her slender figure was flowing among the crowd, but those who came into contact only saw her purple eyes, and then the world was spinning, and her head had been pulled away by Ibuki, carrying a series of

The head is close to its target.

Monster! Absolute monster! Although they had only just met, Ogasawara saw his comrades being decapitated easily and turned into headless corpses, and boiling anger arose in his heart.

Holding the knife in his hand, Ogasawara was more serious than ever before. He wanted to kill the demon in front of him and avenge his dead comrades. His heart was beating rapidly, and the magatama under the tip of his tongue continued to exude a cold breath, prompting him to

Calm down.

Yes, follow this feeling and follow the body's instinct to swing the knife, and you will definitely be able to catch the moment when the demon rushes up and kill her!

"Huh? What are you thinking about?"

A soft and charming voice with a hint of coolness sounded in his ears. In just a moment, without even being able to see the opponent's steps, the demon with enchanting beauty and cruelty was already standing in front of him.

Swing the knife! Subconsciously, he wanted to slash with the knife, but the demon's hands were faster than his, pinching his throat and lifting him up. Ogasawara, who was out of breath, could only struggle in vain.

Licking her lips, Ibuki didn't seem so impatient when facing the last main course. Her nails were embedded in his flesh and blood, as if she was trying to slowly rip off the man's head by gravity.

He even lost the strength to struggle, and kept opening and closing his mouth, trying to take in air from the outside world. However, this was just an illusion. His trachea was penetrated by Ibuki's hand. Death from suffocation seemed less obvious than death from decapitation.

Pain.

But there was something else in his mouth, sliding towards his throat along with his instinctive swallowing.

A smile appeared on Ibuki's lips, as if she was excited for the next scene.

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