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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 stars had been ignited.

Then, almost without hesitation,

He quickly locked onto a direction, "Is it there …"

The moment he finished speaking, Death God Fu's figure disappeared from where he stood.

Only the golden color that flashed in his vision gradually disappeared in the distant wind.

Jinjian tracked the aura he sensed along the way, 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, ominous …

There was indeed a surprise.

After all, under normal circumstances,

Fu Mourning God's aura was pure and clear.

But now,

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

However, even if he was surprised by this in his heart,

Jinjian's footsteps did not stop at all.

Only the fingers that were holding the main body moved imperceptibly — —

Hmm,

There was nothing to say.

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

Thinking so, Jinjian simply gave up on the winding path.

Instead, he directly jumped onto the surrounding rooftops.

He chose to take this unusual shortcut.

Fu Mourning God jumped silently between the houses.

His soaring figure was extremely fast.

Almost no one could catch his movement route.

He walked like this for about half an hour.

Jinjian finally stopped on the top floor of a house.

The night wind was blowing here, and the view was wide. It was a satisfactory place for observation.

He looked down at his surroundings, his golden eyes reflecting the flickering light and shadow — —

Streets, lights, moonlight, cold trees …

Then, suddenly, two figures appeared in his vision.

In fact, the two of them were still a little far away, but thanks to Fu Mourning God's excellent five senses, it was not difficult to catch 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 planning to make a move?"

Jinjian did not delay any longer when he realized that his opponent's main body had already left its sheath.

Of course, this didn't mean that he had awakened some helpful attribute. It was just that the timing was just right, and it just so happened to be convenient, so he helped.

Jin Jian quietly stared at the saber light. Then, his figure flashed and disappeared without a trace 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, nor did it lack demons, nor did it lack … 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 small person like him did not have the ability to fight against demons, and he did not have the courage to face demons directly. So he could only hope for the other party's laughable mercy.

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

The weak moonlight shone on the ground. The young man could see the shadow of his opponent gradually raising the Tachi.

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

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

— — Who, who …!

As if hearing the young man's silent desperate prayer, a clear sound of collision suddenly came from the cold and silent space —

"Clang —!"

The Tachi that was supposed to fall didn't fall.

The young man trembled as he opened his eyes. After swallowing a mouthful of saliva while trembling, he carefully raised his head and looked up.

He saw a white and slender hand holding a Tachi firmly caught the attack of the Tachi, and blocked the Tachi on the top of the young man's head.

The young man, who narrowly escaped death, fell to the ground in exhaustion.

However, before he had time to look back to see who saved him, he heard the strange sound of collision again.

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

But this time, he was shocked to find — —

The demon's hand holding the sword was obviously trembling, and the Tachi in his hand was completely unsteady. He could only shake the Tachi on the Tachi, and it made a strange sound of collision.

"Hurry up and leave."

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

Hearing this, the young man hurriedly climbed out from under the Tachi and the Tachi.

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

With one look, he was stunned.

— — His savior … was so beautiful that it made people stunned!

Noticing the young man's gaze, the silver-haired Fu Mourning God glanced at him, and instantly made the young man feel 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, and his expression was cold and unmoved.

The young man immediately stopped talking.

But he also knew that there was nothing he could do 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 didn't know why, but he unexpectedly turned his head — —

With the eyesight of an ordinary human, he naturally couldn't 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.

So far away, so clear.

Until now, the young man suddenly realized that the power of humans was really small.

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

And he was lucky enough 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, he silently turned around and left, but this time he didn't look back.

…

"The insignificant person has already left — —"

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 had said before that "the other party is gradually losing control," so until now, he had maintained a relatively cautious state.

After all, he had snatched the prey of the other party, which was undoubtedly an unforgivable provocation for a hunter with an uncontrollable personality.

He was even prepared to knock him out with his scabbard once the other party went berserk and attacked.

Anyway, his main goal was the space-time travel device, everything else was easy.

But now, it seemed that something was wrong.

Jinjian looked at the Fu Mourning God who didn't react at all, and frowned slightly.

— — Is he thinking, planning, or preparing for another move?

— — No, that's not right …

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

That hand was gripping a Tachi tightly.

As for how tight the grip was, it could be seen from 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 neurotic spasms.

— — 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 irritation or anger, but some kind of …

A more complicated and subtle emotion.

Although Jinjian had lived for a long time, he only started to experience and understand "emotions" 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 tolerant, he seemed to have experienced a similar situation.

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

Emotions could infect people.

Even though 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, and his long eyelashes covered the overflowing light in his eyes, "It seems that you are not a small character that can be ignored."

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

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

An invisible airflow gathered around the odachi's blade.

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

At this time, the Fu Mourning God who had been silent from beginning to end, as if he had been petrified, finally came to his senses and stumbled back a few steps.

Jinjian raised his eyebrows, "If you don't want to, then draw your sword and resist."

The black Fu Mourning God heard this and stopped retreating. Then, very slowly and very seriously, he shook his head.

Then, he realized that his whole body was shrouded in black fog, so Jinjian could not see his movements.

So, the black Fu Mourning God opened and closed his mouth several times, and finally succeeded in making a sound.

His voice was low and hoarse, and he seemed to be sobbing — —

"I will never, ever wield my sword against you."

— — Brother.

Jinjian looked at the barrier in front of him that had strange runes flowing around it, raised his eyebrows, and conveniently slashed with the odachi in his hand.

This caused the barrier to tremble for the first time.

Dense cracks appeared on the barrier, like a broken mirror image.

And the small world inside the barrier was also in great turmoil, and the whole world shook unstably three times.