When Inosuke saw the scene in front of him, his heart felt as if something had hit him hard. The smell of blood almost hit his head along his nose, and he felt slightly dizzy.
Corpse.
There are corpses everywhere.
There is blood everywhere.
The bright red to black blood flowed slowly along the terrain, in front of the main hall of the mansion. The flow of blood was no longer an exaggeration, but a real scene that actually happened before our eyes.
The shock of having dozens or hundreds of corpses lying in one place is beyond words.
That strong sense of impact does not come from the accumulation of the number of dead, but from the scene. It comes from the heart. The real mountain of corpses and sea of blood will unconsciously involve the individual self, and the strong psychological suggestion may even cause some willpower
The weak will die suddenly.
This is no joke.
However......
Inosuke unconsciously looked at the hunchbacked little old lady in front of him who was leading the way.
This old man who was once known as the Phantom Butterfly is now Long Yin's contractor.
Although he looked so thin and shriveled, he was actually able to kill dozens or hundreds of "Lone Shadows" who might each be stronger than him with one person's power.
As Inosuke thought about it, his scalp suddenly felt numb.
That's the Lone Shadows...
As an imperial guard, Inosuke naturally knew information that ordinary people did not know.
The Lone Shadows, led by Lord Xiao, have always been used to deal with information that is inconvenient to be known, so the selection is extremely strict. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are only one in a hundred. Every one of them is a strong man who has experienced blood and fire.
However, he was killed by the adult in front of him as easily as killing a chicken.
The gap between status and strength made Inosuke involuntarily lower his back, and Xiao Bu followed closely behind.
His mother, Mrs. Wanzi, was pulled behind her by Inosuke's sleeves. She lowered her head and did not look at the real Shura field in front of her. Every time she stepped over a pool of blood, the old man would frown unconsciously.
Miko was blindfolded by Madam Butterfly and walked all the way to the main hall gate.
'But... I really didn't expect it.' Inosuke lowered his head cautiously and looked at the majestic ninja who was sitting next to the boulder at the entrance of the main hall, covered in blood and hideous scars.
Sir, you would actually rebel to the inner court... Has Ashina's situation really been so corrupted?'
Inosuke didn't dare to think about it.
Suddenly, he seemed to see the gray-haired Kui Nin move, open one eye, and look in his direction.
Boom.
Inosuke's heart shook violently. It seemed that something had changed, but it seemed that nothing had changed.
There was a faint redness in his eyes.
But at this time, Butterfly happened to miss the door and did not see this scene.
If you carefully observe Owl's mouth shape, you can find that he is saying to Inosuke:
"Commandment three, kill Yuzi."
On the huge drooped head, there was a smile on the corner of the mouth.
He always wants to master huge power by hook or by crook, and at the same time, he has an old friend called Phantom Butterfly as a learning channel. How could he not learn something as useful as hypnosis and illusion?
Inosuke was stunned for a moment after just one encounter.
Then he continued walking forward as if nothing was wrong.
Only his mother, Mrs. Wanzi, standing behind him, tugging on his sleeve, felt a slight stagnation.
However, she didn't have too many doubts. She just thought that her son was also disturbed by the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, and he recited the scriptures about the past life more devoutly.
It wasn't until they entered the main hall that the steps of several people slowed down a bit.
But Madam Butterfly seemed to be anxious about something, and kept urging Yuko to go to a safer place.
But although Yuzi is immortal, his physique is that of an ordinary child, even weaker due to Long Yin's life absorption.
After running so far under the cover of night, and seeing the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, my chest was already filled with depression, and my footsteps were so weak that I could hardly walk.
"Young Master, let me carry you."
Seeing this, Inosuke stepped forward to ask in a seemingly normal manner.
Madam Butterfly didn't say much.
As a guard of the inner courtyard, the Inosuke family has been a servant of the Hirata family for several generations, and since he escorted Miko all the way here, there is nothing to doubt.
Kuro seemed a little embarrassed, but in order not to delay everyone's schedule, he obediently climbed onto Inosuke's back.
Yi Zhijie had a weird smile on his face.
The light red color of his eyes suddenly turned into blood red.
Suddenly, the long knife was drawn out quickly, and the blade was about to cut off Yuzi's head in the blink of an eye.
A broken blade rotated and inserted into the wall.
A short blade cut through Inosuke's sword like iron, and Madame Butterfly appeared out of thin air between the two of them like a phantom. She held Miko down with one hand and pulled her back several steps.
"Inosuke! What are you doing!"
Mrs. Wanzi behind her also exclaimed in surprise.
There was a hint of disgust on Madam Butterfly's face, and she looked directly at the man with gloomy eyes.
As if she sensed something, Mrs. Wanzi instinctively threw herself in front of her son, blocking Madam Butterfly's gaze with her body.
The moment their eyes met, her brain was instantly overwhelmed by endless fear and darkness, and the severe pain seemed to tear her entire mind apart.
Mrs. Wanzi's eyes bulged, and her consciousness was shocked by the illusion. She knelt down on the ground weakly, supported the ground with her hands, and hit her head on the ground in a daze, whimpering and letting out an ear-piercing scream.
"Ahhhhhhhh"
Inosuke, whose eyes glowed strangely red, was about to grab Miko with his bare hands, when his mother's screams came to his ears, and his steps stagnated.
When he opened his eyes again in a daze, he was faced with Madam Butterfly's extremely disgusted eyes.
Turning his head, his mother was banging her head in the corner, with harsh and chaotic screams coming from her mouth from time to time.
For a moment, my brain couldn't react.
"You...what did you do to my mother?!!"
When Inosuke saw this scene, he immediately roared furiously. The remaining drowsiness seemed to still be affecting his consciousness. When he saw this, he stepped forward angrily and tried to grab Butterfly's collar.
"Oh."
A sarcastic smile appeared on Madame Butterfly's lips.
With another glance, Inosuke felt that the sky was dark and the earth was dark, countless hallucinations and fears were coming, and countless senses of pain and tearing that could and could not be felt filled his eyes.
The room was filled with the screams of mother and son.
After a while, Yuzi, who was dressed in white clothes spattered with blood, was pushed away by Madam Butterfly. Her steps were stupefied, as if she had lost her soul.
She still hasn't reacted yet and doesn't understand why Inosuke, who protected her all the way, suddenly turned against her.
As I thought about it, my heart felt like it had been hit by a hammer, and I was suddenly struck by an indescribable grievance.
She obviously protected her all the way... but in the end, he also came to kill her?
Why?
Why does everyone betray her?
Why are there always people coveting her blood?
Why can't I die?
If she died, would there be less strife in the world?
When all kinds of doubts filled the mind of the nine-year-old Miko, she thought of this solution, the simplest and most direct method, and the only solution she could think of.
Suddenly, Yuzi looked up at Madam Butterfly.
Butterfly seemed to understand the doubts and grievances in her eyes, and explained in a calm voice:
"I was careless. It must be that the person is still alive and used the illusion I taught him to confuse their minds."
When Yuzi heard this, the question he was about to ask was suddenly stuck in his throat, and he paused. He felt surprised at first, and then he was stunned.
"Then... then why did you kill them..."
"Butterfly, are you saying Inosuke is a good person? He is a good person, right? Right! Then why..."
Yuzi tugged on Butterfly's sleeves and asked angrily with an excited expression, her eyes full of desire for knowledge.
This is a child who has gone through many hardships, asking questions about the cruel reality.
She wanted to believe that those who had protected her were good, even if it was a lie.
She was afraid of the feeling of being surrounded by enemies.
"Lord Kuro."
Butterfly still has a kind face and the same calm tone,
Miko gradually calmed down.
"I'm going to die."
Yuzi stayed still.
Her young body seemed to be frozen in the snowfield, her eyes were staring directly at the butterfly. She had always been strong, but her eyes were red at this moment, and the hand holding the butterfly was motionless.
As if he was afraid that she would suddenly fly away.
"Die may not be able to accompany Lord Kuro on the road ahead."
"...It was a last resort just now."
The butterfly seems to be sighing, or it may be helpless.
"In the battle with Xiao, I have consumed too much energy and died too many times. I am also too old and my body cannot support Long Yin's injuries... My vitality has also been almost exhausted.
Alright?"
"Ahem..."
"Miko-sama, this may be the end of me."
"I'm so sorry...I don't want to do that to them, but I'm afraid something might happen to you..."
Butterfly's tone was obviously calm, but extremely sad, with a sense of despair in her tone.
Yuzi's hand gripped her sleeves tighter and tighter, her white and tender little hands contrasting sharply with her dry skin.
"...Butterfly, I can't accompany you any longer."
"However, Lord Kuro..."
"Please give me one last ride,"
"Then, make a contract with someone you trust."
"That boy, Wolf, is a good choice."
"I grew up watching him."
Madame Butterfly's voice was as calm as the breeze blowing on the surface of the lake. Her sadness seemed to be just shallow ripples on the surface of the lake, unaware of the undercurrents surging at the bottom of the lake.
Yuzi looked at her blankly, and the two stood face to face in the underground Buddhist hall.
The butterfly's figure was so thin and shriveled in front of him,
Under the reflection of candlelight, it is so tall.
For nine years, it was like a wall, guarding her in front of her.
Butterfly's thin palm gently caressed Yuzi's smooth face, with a relieved smile on her face,