After watching the ninja kill the big red ghost cleanly and neatly, both master and disciple Dao Ce fell silent.
After being stunned for a long time, Daoshun spoke tremblingly:
"Master... we should go."
"I...my body..." was engraved on Daoshun's chest, and Dao Ce's old face was full of astonishment. He still reluctantly looked at the direction where the big red ghost fell, and sighed deeply.
He said, "So... the red ghost's body is not the strongest, isn't it?"
"You will still die..."
"Master?"
Daoshun's face looked slightly stiff,
"After that, how are we going to communicate with the inner government?"
"...Let's go back and talk about it first."
The indifference they had when they were talking and laughing has long since disappeared from their faces.
Although Dao Ce only had one face left, he still cherished his life.
As their former collaborator, Ashina Genichiro would definitely be able to associate that the Red Ghost incident was related to their master and apprentice. If they were not found in the dungeon for a while, they would definitely be hunted down throughout the city.
.
You have to run away quickly.
Daoshun still looked hesitant. He has always been a person without any opinion:
"Master, where should we go now?"
"Go to the old place!" Dao Ce's old face was as chapped as the bark of a dead tree, his expression as calm as usual, "Nowadays, the imperial government is powerful, and if we, Xianfeng Temple, want to pass on the inheritance, we must make good friends with them.
"
"Although we failed this time, the Big Red Ghost should have allowed them to see our capabilities. I think it won't be a problem if we just join the inner palace."
Daoshun nodded, muttering to himself, turning around and running towards the secret dog hole they had prepared in advance.
However, before he could take a step forward, he suddenly heard a gust of wind in his ears.
‘Duh!’
A long knife whirled and slashed into the doorpost at the entrance to the watchtower. The sharp blade just brushed against Daoshun's pretty face, creating a bloodstain on his face and blood beads sliding down the wound.
Daoshun was so frightened that he tilted his head back and stared at the sword in front of him, which was only 0.01 centimeters away from him, and fell into confusion in his heart.
'What the hell? What's going on? What am I going to do?'
If he had dared to take another step forward just now, the tip of Kakimaru's knife would have been inserted into his neck.
"What? You did something bad and you want to run away?"
Han Baiyi jumped down from the rooftop opposite. There seemed to be a smile in his voice, but his expression was as cold as ice.
After taking a few steps, Han Baiyi reached out and pulled out the wedge pill. The blade of the knife was pressed against Daoshun's neck, forcing him to keep retreating. The lotus crown fell off at some point and hit the ground with a clang.
Han Baiyi's eyes were cold, and the blade was printed on Daoshun's neck, leaving a bright red blood mark.
Players who love stand-alone games are always very pure.
They like games, they like blacksmithing, and they also like plots.
I like NPCs with rich backgrounds and ups and downs.
I also sympathize with every passer-by who cannot control their destiny in the troubled times of the game.
Indeed, people's emotions are not connected.
But people also have empathy.
Whether it's the sadness of the rabbit's death or the pity of a superior, this is the consciousness of a player.
In the plot world that was supposed to be set, there were major changes that were different from the plot of the game. Han Baiyi always felt that this should be his responsibility.
Staring at the panicked Daoshun, Han Baiyi pressed a wedge pill against his neck and spoke calmly.
"Tell me, how was this thing developed?"
After listening to Han Baiyi's words, Daoshun seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw:
"You, you also want to get the red ghost? I, I can tell you! Don't kill me..."
Daoshun was happily thinking about his answer, but he was suddenly kicked to the wall, rolled and hit the wooden wall, and his body was hunched over with difficulty.
Han Baiyi pointed a knife at him:
"I'm asking you how you researched this large red ghost. Who asked you to research it? When did the research start? Where was the Akame you originally studied?"
The tone was stern and cold.
Han Baiyi, who had seen many innocent people die tragically at the feet of the red ghost, was not as calm as when he was interrogating the dwarf.
He was really not happy.
"Akame? You, how do you know?"
Daoshun looked up in shock.
With a bang, a big foot stepped on his face and rubbed it against the floor.
"I'm asking you now."
"I said! I said!"
Daoshun cringed and knelt on the ground, his expression almost distorted with fear.
He has never been a brave person, otherwise he would not have been threatened by the master to become his human possessed body.
"Yes...Gah!"
The words in Daoshun's mouth suddenly got stuck, and his mouth opened wide, but his face turned purple from holding back.
The white robe on his body was opened under the control of invisible force, and his chest was bare, revealing the old face with scars carved on the heart, as rough as the bark of a dead tree.
Han Baiyi frowned, this thing looks really disgusting.
"What are you? A wraith?"
While saying this, Han Baiyi retracted the wedge pill and pulled out the Immortal Slash.
"No. The old man is just a remaining monk in the world."
Dao Ce spoke calmly. Although he had no vocal cords, Han Baiyi could hear his voice ringing directly in his head.
His fingers couldn't help but tighten the handle of the knife, and there was a hint of caution on his face.
"Monk? Are you Dao Ce?"
This time the old face was startled, as if he didn't expect that the young man in front of him would recognize him immediately.
"Has the donor heard of the poor monk?"
Han Baiyi's expression was cold,
"Your good disciple is a lunatic. Who doesn't know that he talks to himself every day? There are not even a hundred but eighty people in the famous city of Wei who have heard him call out the name Dao Ce."
"I didn't expect that this old guy like you is actually still alive."
Dao Ce smiled helplessly:
"A fool makes his benefactor laugh."
"However, in troubled times, the poor monk still has to save the lives of master and disciple."
"Of course I can tell you who is behind the scenes, but I also ask the benefactor to swear by his family name to save both of our lives."
In this era, for a ninja to swear an oath using the name of his master, it is a really heavy oath. In addition, Mingfeng is simple and honest, and countless people have died for the oath, so Dao Ce felt that it would be safer to swear like this.
Han Baiyi stared at him, pretending to think deeply for a while, and after being silent for a long time, he reluctantly nodded and swore as Dao Ce said.
Dao Ce finally breathed a sigh of relief:
"Actually, it was Master Xianfeng who guided us to study the Great Red Ghost."
Han Baiyi raised the tip of his knife, his tone slightly surprised,
"Master Immortal Peak is not dead yet?"
In the original game plot, Master Xianfeng had already passed away in the torii of the inner hall of Xianfeng Temple. Why is he alive again now?
Dao Ce also looked at him in astonishment:
"Master Immortal Peak has lived for more than eight hundred years, how could he die?"
Seeing that his tone didn't seem to be hypocritical, Han Baiyi nodded and asked him to continue.
"Previously, Master Xianfeng found us in the dungeon and asked us to use Red Ghost to destroy Ashina Castle, and then escape to Bodhisattva Valley, where he would meet us. Then, we will use our skills to cooperate with the inner government."
Dao Ce spoke calmly and explained the entire process to him, but did not reveal even a single term about the human body technology.
No matter where they are, scientific researchers like them are of extremely high value.
In Dao Ce's opinion, the ninja's interrogation was most likely fake, and he just wanted to capture them back to continue studying the Water of Transformation.
Since they were caught by him, the two masters and apprentices would definitely not be able to escape, so why not sell Master Xianfeng and the inner palace and issue a reverse vote?
As long as you can save your life, there is still hope for everything.
After hearing what he said, Han Baiyi nodded indifferently and made way for Dao Ce and his apprentice.
"Let's go."
This time, Dao Ce was stunned. He actually let him go directly?
Dao Shunze, who was so suffocated that his face was blue and almost out of breath, was so happy that he struggled to get up and ran away from him.
Han Baiyi still watched the master and apprentice go away with an indifferent expression.
Then, open the system panel with a calm expression and bring up the timeline.
The time immediately goes back three minutes.
It happened to be the scene where Han Baiyi pressed the wedge ball against Daoshun's neck.
Before Dao Shun could struggle and beg for mercy, Han Baiyi slashed horizontally with his sword, directly hitting Dao Ce's old face. The expression on his old bark-like face immediately froze in place. Dao Shun's eyes widened and he said:
He covered his heart unwillingly, and the blood couldn't stop flowing.
One corpse, two lives.
Han Baiyi shook off the blood on the blade and said in an indifferent tone: