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Jinjian stood on the highest roof of the mansion and closed his eyes silently.

Tonight's moon was bright and full,

It was reflected in the distant night sky.

Like a silver mirror that could be reached with one's hand.

The gentle night wind blew from the distant horizon, gently brushing the corner of Fu Mourning God's robe,

Rippling in a wave-like arc.

Everything seemed peaceful and quiet.

Except for the faint sound of the wind,

Only the two golden hoops on Fu Shang Shen's ankles clanged against each other, producing crisp jingling sounds.

However, at this moment,

Fu Mourning God suddenly opened his eyes.

Then, under his long eyelashes,

A bright glow suddenly overflowed, as if billions of morning stars had been ignited.

Then, almost without any hesitation,

He quickly locked onto a direction. "Is it there..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Zichen was shocked.

Fu Mourning God's figure disappeared from the spot.

Only the golden color that flashed in his vision,

Gradually, it disappeared into the distant wind.

Jinjian tracked the aura he sensed,

But the closer he got, the more he felt that something was wrong.

— — it was different from the Jiazhou Qingguang he saw last time. It could even be said that it was the complete opposite feeling.

— — Cold,

Pitch-black,

Unknown..

There was indeed some surprise.

After all, under normal circumstances, Fu Mourning God's aura was pure and clear.

But now..,

It had clearly become an alien that was infinitely close to a demon.

However,

Even though he was surprised by this,

Jinjian's footsteps did not stop at all.

Only the fingers holding the main body..,

Moved imperceptibly — —

En,

There was nothing to say.

If he didn't like it, he would just cut it off.

With this thought in mind, Jinjian simply gave up on the winding path. Instead, he directly jumped onto the surrounding roof and chose to take this unusual shortcut.

Fu Mourning God jumped silently between the mansions. His figure was so fast that almost no one could catch his movement route.

He walked like this for about half an hour.

Jinjian finally stopped at the top floor of a house.

The night breeze here was gentle and the view was wide. It was a satisfactory place for observation.

He looked down at his surroundings, his golden eyes reflecting a flickering light.

The streets, the lights, the moonlight, the cold trees …

Suddenly, two figures appeared in his field of vision.

In fact, the distance between the two of them was still a little far, but thanks to Fu Mourning God's excellent five senses, it was not difficult to detect them.

Of course, more importantly …

"The aura of corruption."

Jinjian's gaze locked onto one of them. That person's figure was almost completely hidden in the darkness.

Even so, the aura that the other party occasionally leaked out still made him feel a little displeased.

It was like a flawless piece of jade that was suddenly thrown into the mud one day.

It was really annoying.

Due to the distance, Jinjian could not clearly hear their conversation.

However, a few minutes later, he saw a silver light appear in the dark figure's hand.

It was sword light.

"Are you going to make your move?"

Jinjian realized that the other party had already unsheathed his sword, so he did not delay any longer.

Of course, this did not mean that he had awakened some kind of willingness to help others. It was just that the timing was just right, and it was convenient, so he decided to help.

Jinjian quietly stared at the sword light. Then, his figure flashed and disappeared in an instant.

…

"… I beg you, please let me go!"

As soon as he saw the Tachi, the young man prostrated himself on the ground and begged for mercy in a panic, "I, I'm just an ordinary craftsman … Sir, there's no benefit for you to kill me, sir …"

Pingan Jing did not lack Onmyojis, demons, ghosts, and … innocent victims.

Every year, countless people died because of demons. They were the bones piled up under the bustling capital, the victims hidden in the darkness.

There was no way to escape, no way to struggle.

The young man was full of despair. He knelt on the ground and cried bitterly, his body trembling uncontrollably.

After all, a nobody like him did not have the ability to fight against demons, and he did not have the courage to face them directly. So, he could only ask for the other party's laughable mercy.

However, the other party was obviously not swayed by his words and deeds.

The weak moonlight cast on the ground. The young man could see the shadow of the other party gradually raising the Tachi.

The Tachi was raised to the right height, and then suddenly fell toward him.

The young man closed his eyes in horror. The cold sword energy was close to his neck, and his nose was full of the smell of death.

— — Who, who …!

As if the other party heard the young man's silent desperate prayer, in the cold and silent space, suddenly there was a clear sound of a collision.

"Clang —!"

The Tachi that should have been chopped down did not fall.

The young man trembled and opened his eyes. After trembling and swallowing his saliva, he carefully looked up.

He saw a fair and slender hand holding a large katana steadily catch the attack of the katana and block it above the young man's head.

The young man who escaped death collapsed to the ground.

However, before he could look back to see who saved him, he heard the strange "clang" sound again.

The young man's body trembled, and he looked up again.

But this time, he was shocked to find that —

The demon's hand holding the sword was trembling to a considerable extent. The Tachi in his hand was completely unsteady. He could only shake it on the Tachi, and it made a strange "clang" sound.

"Hurry up and leave."

A particularly cold voice suddenly came from behind the young man.

Hearing this, the young man immediately scrambled out from under the two clashing swords.

It was also at this moment that he had a chance to see his "savior" clearly.

With one look, he was stunned.

— — His benefactor … was so beautiful that it made him stupefied!

Noticing the young man's gaze, the silver-haired Fu Mourning God glanced at him from the corner of his eyes. Instantly, the young man felt great pressure.

So the young man quivered and immediately came back to his senses. The expression on his face was sincere and eager, "Thank you for saving my life …"

"You can go now."

The Fu Mourning God neatly interrupted the young man's words of gratitude. His expression was cold and unmoved.

The young man immediately fell silent.

But he also knew that he really could not help here, so he could only bow three times to the Fu Mourning God, and then hurriedly left.

However, at the last moment when he turned the corner of the street, the young man did not know why, but he unexpectedly turned his head back — —

With the eyesight of an ordinary human, he naturally could not see the two people clearly.

No matter how hard he tried, he could only vaguely catch two intertwining lights and shadows, melting into the faint moonlight.

It was so far away, and they were clearly separated.

Until now, the young man suddenly realized that the power of human was really insignificant.

Compared to this kind of existence, it was a completely different world.

And he was lucky to catch a glimpse of a corner of another world. Now, it was time to wake up from the dream …

The young man slowly withdrew his gaze, with a sense of loss that only he knew, silently turned around and left. This time, he did not look back.

…

"The insignificant person has gone — —"

After confirming that the young man had safely left, Jinjian easily flicked away the tachi in the young man's hand and half-closed his eyelashes, "Now, it's our time."

Jinjian remembered that Haruaki Abe previously said that "the other party is gradually losing control," so until now, he had maintained a relatively cautious state.

After all, he stole the prey of the other party. For a hunter with an uncontrollable personality, this was undoubtedly an unforgivable provocation.

He even planned to "knock the other party out with the scabbard once the other party attacked."

Anyway, his main goal was the space-time travel device. Everything else was easy to deal with.

But now, it seemed that something was wrong.

Jinjian looked at the Fu Mourning God, who had not reacted at all, and frowned slightly.

— — Is he thinking, planning, or preparing for some other move?

— — No, that's not right …

Jinjian's eyes looked around and finally fell on the only hand that was not covered by the black fog.

That hand was gripping a Tachi tightly.

As for how tight the grip was, it was obvious by looking at the bulging veins on the hand.

And, although it was not as obvious as before, there was no doubt that the hand was still trembling uncontrollably, infinitely close to a nervous spasm.

— — This is very abnormal.

Jinjian felt a little confused.

He could feel that the other party was restraining and enduring, but … this restraint and endurance was not out of anger or irritation, but some kind of …

More complicated, more subtle emotion.

Although Jinjian had lived for a long time, the real contact and understanding of "emotion" began in this world.

His sensitivity was enough to let him perceive any subtle emotional changes, but it was not easy for him to distinguish specifically.

Especially, the emotion in front of him — —

It was too hot and heavy.

The only time he had felt such intense emotions was when he had first arrived in this world was when he had met Munechika Mijou.

And later on, Daitengu, although he appeared to be very patient, he seemed to have experienced similar situations.

— — It was a kind of burning feeling that could almost burn away his life in an instant.

Emotions were contagious.

Although Jinjian was not affected much, at least for a second, he was curious about it.

"There are not many things that can interest me."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his long eyelashes covering the light in his eyes, "So, you don't seem to be a small character that can be ignored."

He made up his mind to get to the bottom of this.

And so, Jinjian did not waste any more time, and directly raised the tachi in his hand, "I don't like the way you hide, so the first step is to let me see your true face."

An invisible air current gathered around the blade of the tachi.

This sword was definitely enough to cut through the black fog that surrounded the other party.

Until this moment, Death God Fu, who had not said a word since the beginning and seemed to have been petrified, finally came to his senses and staggered a few steps back.