Han Baiyi's spiritual eyes quickly scanned it, but he still couldn't find anything suspicious.
It's just that the outside of Madam Butterfly's body is hazy and covered by a layer of unknown, glowing material.
Is it an inspiration?
Or something else?
Han Baiyi made rapid judgments in his mind, his pupils spinning like wheels at high speed, constantly looking for the true form of Lady Butterfly that might exist outside of the puppet.
"Wolf, who taught you to look around when fighting with others?"
A gust of cold wind suddenly blew in his ears. Without even a second to allow his brain to think, Han Baiyi almost instinctively fell forward and rolled over.
Ding-ding-ding-ding.
A series of iron needles rubbed his back and nailed him to the ground. The ground cracked like broken glass, which shows its great strength.
Looking at the layer of white material around Madam Butterfly, Han Baiyi narrowed his eyes.
'Is it an illusion?'
'Or a puppet?'
'Where is the body?'
Suddenly, as if he thought of something, Han Baiyi grabbed a song seed and crushed it hard.
A violent explosion suddenly sounded in my ears.
Han Baiyi's head swayed, and he stood firm amidst the loud noise. He looked up again and saw that the thin membrane was no longer on Mrs. Butterfly's body.
What caught his eye was the black flame burning fiercely inside her body.
Sure enough... the membrane that wrapped her around was an illusion.
With the help of Mingzhong's blast to break the illusion and calm down, Han Baiyi locked Madam Butterfly's movements.
Two long needles were held in the palm of her hand. Madam Butterfly pointed the needle points directly, thrusting in and out at an extremely fast speed. Her figure dangled in front of Han Baiyi's eyes like a ghost. Her pace was like drifting on the ice, giving her a solid advantage in speed.
Even though his strength is slightly inferior to that of Han Baiyi, he is still not an easy opponent.
Han Baiyi, on the other hand, was unhurried, and the spiritual intelligence injected into his spiritual eyes became more and more intense.
Can see.
Everything can be seen.
The attack angle, technique, pace, avoidance posture, and next attack point can all be predicted one by one.
Hundreds of life-and-death battles with Tan Yilang and the encirclement and killing operations against the Red Bei Army have completely honed Han Baiyi's combat vision.
Even when facing an extraordinary master like Madam Butterfly, his sword speed remains stable. Facing the continuous attack of long needles, his sword skills are like clouds and flowing water, without any pause. When the needle tip collides with the blade,
The harsh sound of metal friction made people clearly feel the chill before death, but the two of them were facing each other with swords at extreme speeds.
This is a game exclusively for outlaws.
Of course, Han Baiyi can't die.
Dang Dang Dang.
Continuously swiping the knife to deflect the long needle, Han Baiyi raised the knife and retreated to distance himself.
The blade of the knife is facing upwards, the spine of the knife is parallel to the eyes, the knife is held in the right hand, the blade is pointed diagonally with the left hand, and the feet are in a bow stance.
The inspiration in the body is continuously transported to the feet, the thigh muscles vibrate vigorously like the heart, the blood vessels dilate and contract, a large amount of blood is transported at an accelerated pace, and the toes are firmly clasped on the ground.
Take a deep breath.
The chest swells high.
Madam Butterfly's face was calm, long needles fell from between her fingers, and her whole body seemed to be surrounded by countless afterimages, which transformed from one to ten in an instant, surrounding Han Baiyi in the middle.
Han Baiyi did not hesitate at all, his pupils were covered with pale white light.
Those with spiritual eyes can break through the imaginary and find the truth.
'Bang'
The floor beneath his feet shattered, gravel flew from the ground, dust surged like ocean waves, and even the flames were driven by the violent wind, swaying constantly.
The figure instantly disappeared from the spot.
Kakimaru pointed straight ahead, and the tip of the knife pierced the air barrier, making a violent and harsh sound in his ears. His legs seemed to have only taken one step, but also seemed to have never moved. The soles of his feet could hardly feel the friction with the ground.
The huge power brought by the inspiration seemed to be a pair of rocket thrusters installed on Han Baiyi's back. The terrifying thrust made him move forward at an unstoppable speed.
The surrounding scenery and firelight seemed to be connected into a line, and the whole person seemed to be floating in the low altitude as if flying.
Only where the sword tip points is the direction he wants to go.
[Flying Ape Move]
【Quinin thrust】
Madam Butterfly's pupils tightened, she raised the long needle in her hand, and the afterimages around her raised the long needle at the same time. Suddenly, it seemed as if there were mountains of needles in front of her eyes, piercing people's eyes.
However, Han Baiyi did not stop at all and moved forward indomitably.
The tip of the sword pierced the pale white film surrounding it, revealing an almost ferocious firelight, and the explosive sound made by the wedge ball piercing the semi-bubbled air was almost deafening.
The tips of the needles also moved toward each other, and countless long needles shot out like thousands of arrows. In the blink of an eye, needles fell like rain, covering almost the entire field of vision.
An unpredictable smile suddenly appeared on Madam Butterfly's face.
The fingertips are slightly deflected.
Tsk
The two figures collided violently, and the bamboo clogs under their feet made a very harsh rubbing sound on the ground, and then fell apart again.
Han Baiyi kept on lunging and reluctantly stopped.
The pair of bamboo sandals under my feet had long since turned into flying ash and debris, without a trace.
The sharp edge of the wedge pill penetrated the old man's chest, and Madam Butterfly's shriveled body hung on the blade like a pendant. Only a small amount of dried blood slid down the wound, and Madame Butterfly's face turned black.
Look behind you again,
The ground is filled with crimson, and one blow is fatal.
clang clang clang.
The long needle in Madam Butterfly's hand fell to the ground, and blood spattered from the wound, but it quickly turned into purple-black crystals and solidified around the wound, like a black flame.
A very small crack opened on the side of Han Baiyi's face, and blood dripped from the wound.
Madam Butterfly raised her eyelids to look at him with a smile on her face.
Han Baiyi frowned.
Looking at Madam Butterfly's body and the purple-black blood blooming like flames, it seems that it doesn't match the plot of the game.
No, something is not quite right.
Shouldn’t the body of Lady Butterfly’s first appearance be a puppet representing the first life in the game?
Isn't it speculated on the Internet that Madame Butterfly drank the water of transformation?
How could it be so fragile?
Han Baiyi looked at Madam Butterfly's weak posture and frowned.
This is another scene that is different from the one in the game. How did it affect the plot? Why did it become like this?
This kind of thing that was beyond his knowledge and control made Han Baiyi feel inexplicably irritable.
"This knife is so beautiful..."
Madam Butterfly suddenly spoke, and blood flowed out of her mouth, but she seemed to have no feeling at all, and her white teeth were stained red with blood.
With a smile on his face.
Han Baiyi's expression froze.
Madame Butterfly raised her withered hands tremblingly,
Han Baiyi stared at her warily.
I saw her reaching out with difficulty and taking out something from her heart tremblingly.
Poof
There was blood on his fingertips, and a gash had been dug out of his heart.
Lady Butterfly smiled as cleanly as a child, but her body was trembling unconsciously.
Probably because of the pain?
My hands are weak and I can't lift it up.
For some reason, perhaps due to his body's instinctive reaction, Han Baiyi suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Madam Butterfly's fallen palm.
Holding that old and withered hand, Madam Butterfly's hand was as dry as a chicken's claw. There were age spots on the wrinkled skin, but the nails were very clean, as if her vitality had been burned out long ago, but it was still clean.
The same mind.
Opening his hand, there was a piece of pure pale pink crystal in his palm.
The system prompt bar is displayed in front of you.
【Sakura】
[It is said that when the immortal contract was formed, a pale pink crystal was left in exchange]
[Has the effect of increasing the power of resurrecting the dead by one time]
'Sakura?'
'Form an immortal contract?'
When Han Baiyi saw the crystal, he immediately stretched out his hand to hold it. At first, he didn't realize that there was anything special about this mission tool that would be used in the subsequent main mission.
Watching Mrs. Butterfly's hand slipping down, he seemed to be able to feel the long and heavy pain and relief from her trembling palm.
"I'm sorry, Wolf."
"A contract can only be concluded with one person at the same time."
"That's why..."
Madam Butterfly stretched out her fingers, as if she wanted to touch Han Baiyi's face, but she couldn't bring herself to do it, so she could only look at him helplessly with a smile.
The moment he heard these words, Han Baiyi felt his mind explode.
Abducting Miko, defeating Owl, seriously injuring Inosuke's mother and son, leaving traces of his own injuries, black flames burning in his body, and... a contractor of Ryuyin who has reached the end and is about to transform into Shura.
The clues are connected.
But when he understood everything, he suddenly gritted his teeth and had no sense of tax evasion when digging into the plot.
"......Butterfly."
Yuzi, dressed in white, walked out at some point and stood beside the two of them, staring blankly at Madam Butterfly.
"Ahem..."
"The ability... is great..."
"Wolf..."
Madam Butterfly did not look back, her eyes were narrowed with a smile, and she said to Han Baiyi:
"You have to protect Miko, wolf."
The voice was as sharp and hoarse as ever.
Although it doesn’t sound good,
But it was the last time I listened to it.
Han Baiyi looked at the cherry blossoms in his hands, then looked up at Madam Butterfly.
Is everything for him and Yuzi?
"So that's it..."
Han Baiyi held on tightly, feeling a little complicated in his heart.
Although he did not have the memory of the wolf and could not understand the heartache of someone who was both a teacher and a mother dying under his own knife before his life was burned out, Han Baiyi could vaguely understand the pity and relief in the old man's eyes.
As the voice fell, Madam Butterfly loosened her palms weakly, and the blood that fell on the ground quickly solidified and turned black. Madam Butterfly's body also fell with the voice, turning into ashes as if being burned by fire. With the invisible wind,
Turned into dust in the air.
Disappeared.
【Kill Madam Butterfly】
【Experience +575】
【Level 4→5】
[Potential Point +1]
Only the pale pink cherry blossom on the palm of the hand remains, proving that the old man once existed.
Standing aside, tears from Yuzi's eyes flowed down unconsciously and across her cheeks.
Miko herself looked confused, touching the moisture on her cheeks, not understanding why she felt so sad in her heart, as if a knife was being twisted.
He was obviously the one who kidnapped him?
Miko, who had part of her memory erased by the illusion, thought this in her heart, but her tears continued to fall to the ground.
Han Baiyi looked at the cherry dew in his hand and felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.
Every step he took in the Pingtian Mansion seemed to be a trap that Madam Butterfly had deliberately laid for herself, or rather for her disciple ‘Wolf’.
First, he killed his adoptive father "Xiao" to make him angry, and seriously injured Inosuke's mother and son, leaving him with evidence that illusions could hurt people. Then he left illusions for Miko. He showed up in the Buddhist hall and refused to comment. When they met, it was a fight to the death. The whole process
It didn't leave him any room to think.
The foreshadowing of all this was that this person who was both a teacher and mother used countless reasons and a fierce battle between life and death to force the wolf to kill himself with anger and responsibility when he was about to transform into Shura when he was dying.
No guilt or missing.
If I hadn't sensed the problem from the perspective of the player, if I were a wolf, even when the butterfly died, I wouldn't have been able to appreciate the unique tenderness of Lady Butterfly, right?
Watching the ashes disperse in confusion, Han Baiyi suddenly remembered a sentence he had written down in his notes.
'You have to be a calm adult. Don't be emotional, don't miss me secretly, don't look back. Live your own other life.'
Madame Butterfly used her unique gentleness to create all the conditions for the character of Wolf to live another peaceful life.
The only requirement is to let him see her off without knowing it.
Thinking of this, the pleasure of leveling up and defeating powerful enemies was instantly swallowed up by some indescribable melancholy and reluctance.
How can a ninja not have feelings?
Han Baiyi looked at the cherry blossoms in his palm and suddenly held it tightly.
Yuzi, dressed in white, stood aside and said nothing.
boom
The flames were still burning brightly, leaving no time for the two of them to grieve.
The wooden Buddha, which was more than ten meters high, collapsed to the ground with a loud noise under the flames, and echoes echoed in the small underground space.
This loud noise set off a series of chain reactions, and the temple collapsed faster and faster.
Han Baiyi shook his head and put away the cherry blossoms. Without thinking too much, he grabbed Yuzi beside him and planned to run out.
Suddenly, there was a sound of wind in my ears.
Poof
Han Baiyi's eyes widened.
A huge knife, one meter long, penetrated the chest from the vest, and the bloody blade penetrated through the chest, which was more than one meter long, with bright red blood on the blade.
The sudden severe pain made Han Baiyi stunned at first, and then the sharp pain suddenly stimulated his nerves. He clenched his teeth instantly, and his mandibular muscles trembled uncontrollably. His body became weaker with the flow of blood.
Han Baiyi's first thought was of the owl who backstabbed the wolf in the game.
'But, it shouldn't...'
‘It shouldn’t be!’
In order to satisfy the law of father's kindness and son's filial piety, he stabbed the owl in the back as early as the door. He even used the door to open the door, chopped off his head and threw it into the fire until it was burned clean.
Come here, you should have died long ago and you can’t die anymore?!
Who is it?
Who is it?!
Fighting the severe pain, Han Baiyi turned around with difficulty.
On the back of his neck, Xiao's bearded face, which was as big as two ordinary people, was pressed against Han Baiyi's cheek, with a very kind smile on his face.