When a person sees a huge creature heading straight towards him, what is his first reaction?
Han Baiyi didn't know.
But when he saw the resentful ghost in front of him charging towards him with its flaming claws, his first thought was to slash with his backhand.
Fear?
fear.
After seeing the extremely brutal Jiaorechibei and Mummy Hell, who can confidently guarantee that they are not afraid?
Guilty?
Guilt.
Han Baiyi, who recognized the ghost of resentment transformed by the Buddhist sculptor at the first moment, felt a pain in his heart like a knife stabbing him.
Whose heart is not made of flesh?
But can he hold back?
Can't.
Even if I'm scared to death, feel so guilty that I want to beat my chest, and hate myself for being a step too late, so what?
Who would allow him not to face it?
Regardless of whether they are close or distant on the battlefield, life and death are the only differences. Even if the wolf and the Buddha Sculptor in this world are just strangers passing each other, the countless help and exchanges in Sekiro still make the Buddha Sculptor more attractive.
The image is deeply engraved in Han Baiyi's heart.
The moment he passed by the ruined temple gate, everything came alive before his eyes.
But is Han Baiyi qualified to decide anything?
Is it because you don’t pick up that gun when faced with a breakdown?
Or do you avoid the vital point at the moment when you meet Yongzhen in life and death?
For Han Baiyi, all this is a game but not a game.
People will not stop wielding a knife because of pain.
The ghost of resentment whose whole body was burning had fierce eyes. Shura, who had been in a stalemate for a long time and had completely lost his mind, roared and rushed towards Han Baiyi. His fire claws flew across the ground, scraping up a whole layer of land like an excavator, and the soil turned into
Dust filled the sky, and a cloud of smoke filled the air.
From a strength perspective, the Ghost of Resentment simply crushed Han Baiyi on a level-by-level basis.
However, how can the long sword in the hand become dull due to weak strength?
Wrapped with thunder and lightning, the dark door tore through the smoke. Han Baiyi, who was wrapped in white thunder, loomed in everyone's field of vision like a sword ghost. Every time he appeared, he left a footprint on the ground indicating the direction of the charge. Dust followed him.
The footsteps hit in the opposite direction.
However, even though his direction was so obvious, no one who looked over from a distance could catch him.
Swift as thunder.
Seeing Han Baiyi's speed, Genichiro Ashina opened his mouth with a look of unwillingness, his eyes widened, his pupils tightened like needlepoints, but he could only detect afterimages.
The huge ghost of resentment roared and beat Han Baiyi's footholds one by one.
Contrary to its huge size, the Ghost of Resentment is extremely agile, but compared to Han Baiyi, his speed is not fast enough.
Han Baiyi was wrapped around Bai Lei.
As long as he's fast enough, the enemy's big punches won't be able to catch up with him.
However, running has never meant being strong. Every time you run at top speed, you are trying to find the enemy's weak points.
Using the super speed to get behind the ghost of resentment, Han Baiyi's pupils shrank suddenly, and thunder exploded under his feet. He plunged into the extremely viscous air with a plop, and the blade carried white thunder directly into the back of the ghost of resentment.
neck.
Whispering like a shooting star.
For a fleeting moment, Han Baiyi raised the tip of his knife against the pressure of the wind, with thunder and lightning wrapping around his body, and his whole body felt like an arrow flying away from the ground.
His eyes are deep.
Since you are unable to distinguish between right and wrong, you can use the sword of life and death to speak.
This is how ninjas live.
The distance is getting closer at a speed that is invisible to the naked eye.
Ashina Genichiro, who was watching the battle from a distance, suddenly clenched his heart.
In his high-speed dynamic vision far beyond that of ordinary people, the ghost with his back to Han Baiyi suddenly folded his arms in reverse.
'Peng'
The fire claw on the left arm, which was twice as big as the right claw, suddenly folded the arm behind the back at a speed that was difficult for ordinary people to catch at an angle that would inevitably cause fractures for ordinary creatures. The flames of the left claw were burning vigorously and swung towards Han Baiyi.
Han Baiyi's pupils were pale white, as if he was seeing the sun.
However, when Han Baiyi faced this scene, he was not afraid at all. Instead, he rushed forward like a moth to a flame.
The tip of his tongue hooked, and a whistle made of finger bones was bitten into his mouth.
As his body and Fire Claw approached at high speed, Han Baiyi puffed up his cheeks and whistled.
‘Woooooooo’
If you look carefully, you can find a silver ring on the little finger of Han Baiyi's left hand.
【Crybaby's Ring】
[Item description:
An ancient ring suitable for thin fingers. The inner side of the ring is engraved with "Chuan Chan" and can be used to make a "whistle" reinforced prosthetic hand.
Wear this ring and whistle, and the sad sound will reverberate around you.
The sound of crying is silent and beautiful, and can even temporarily forget the burning resentment.】
Han Baiyi's eyesight was clear.
For other monster beasts, this whistle may be the cause of madness and rage.
But because of the past memories depicted in this ring, for the Buddhist sculptor, the whistle that made other monsters angry was actually the most peaceful place in his heart.
The noisy whistle could even make him temporarily forget his burning hatred.
Because this sound represents the name engraved on the inside of the ring.
Sichuan cicada.
As expected,
The moment Han Baiyi blew the whistle, the fire claws that were folded in reverse suddenly stiffened, as if the body had lost control.
Han Baiyi's figure suddenly passed by, his blade shining brightly.
The huge left arm burning with flames was broken in response.
Then, it hit the ground with a 'bang' sound, raising countless smoke and dust.
After blowing the whistle, Han Baiyi seemed to be frozen in place, only maintaining the posture of wielding the sword, with his back to the Buddha carver.
His face was as sinking as water.
Two shadows, one large and one small, were eerily silent.
The ghost of resentment said nothing, and the flames burning on his body gradually extinguished.
After a long silence, the ghost seemed to be struggling to take control of the body.
Then he suddenly spoke.
What came out of his mouth was the dull and hoarse tone of the Buddhist carver.
"This whistle...where did you find it?"
"Buddha Valley."
"In the belly of the lion ape."
As he spoke, Han Baiyi took off the giant sword that was 1.34 meters long and was carried behind his back.
It plunged into the soil with a pop and leaned on the ground.
He took off the ring on his little finger.
"I found it with my fingers, and this thing."
Looking at the shining silver in front of him, the ghost's eyes suddenly turned red, his mind seemed to be affected by something, and countless red and black ideas burst out in Han Baiyi's spiritual eyes.
But after some struggle, that will was suppressed by the exhausted Buddhist teachers and students.
The ghost stretched out his remaining big hand.
Han Baiyi put the crybaby ring into the ghost's hand.
The Buddhist carver silently stared at the ring in his hand and remained silent for a long time.
His body suddenly trembled slightly.
Han Baiyi looked indifferent.
Crybaby's ring...
In Yingzhou in this era, although silver mines were not rare, silver was by no means something that ordinary ninjas could obtain.
A ring like this is almost a treasure.
On the inside, there is another word "Chuan Chan" engraved on it.
Who is the crybaby?
Is it Sichuan cicada?
Who gave the ring?
Why is it called a crybaby?
Can a woman who carries a 1.34-meter giant sword and fights lions and apes for her life also be called a crybaby?
Have you ever exchanged tokens with your lover like a girl in love?
Time has always buried too many treasures.
No one knows what happened.
In the end, all that was left were the knuckles that were corroded by gastric acid and a silver ring that was almost hidden by feces.
What kind of pain has the man in front of him named Buddha Sculptor experienced?
It is always difficult to go as one wishes in one's life.
But the irony is that there is nothing new under the sun.
People are always repeating options that may be right or wrong over and over again.
After staring at the ring for a long time, the ape, or ghost, suddenly spoke.
"Hello."
"Son of Owl, please let me open the door."
The ghost stretched out his hand, with no expression on his distorted face.
Han Baiyi didn't seem to hesitate at all, he threw the door open directly and inserted it in front of it.
The ghost raised his knife high, and the door opened in his hand as small as a fork.
He just held the dark door open to his neck.
Han Baiyi only looked at him from a distance.
The Buddha carver is also an ape.
During the initial battle, Han Baiyi gave himself and the ape a few seconds to react before swinging his sword.
Only a few short seconds.
But he didn't expect that the moment he blew the whistle, he could hear the timbre of Bone Finger.
Ape, during the twenty years when the temple was ruined, he must have been constantly recalling the past.
Unfortunately, memories are just memories.
If time goes back, will he always be by Crybaby's side?
If he really had no hesitation for the great cause, how could he seize his sanity after being transformed into a ghost and then fall into confusion amidst the sound of whistles?
People are always extremely contradictory.
Compared with the pain of loneliness for these twenty years, would spending the rest of his life with Sichuan Chan in Bodhisattva Valley be the direction he should choose?
Memories are always beautiful, but nothing can be turned back.
‘Pfft’
When he opened the door, the ghost's one-armed arm thrust into his throat, stabbed it open horizontally, and cut off his neck.
Blood like lava spurted out from the fracture and poured onto the ground, burning large areas of it black.
Until the end, Han Baiyi never wavered.
Just looking at it.
The laughter of apes could be heard faintly in my ears.