Self-cultivation of passerby male protagonist

"Of course, Cuixiang is the king of ghosts."

"Ghost King..." These words evoked the doubts Wu Ye had been burying in her heart for many years: "By the way, how did the Ghost King be selected? Is it stronger than anyone else?"

"Ghosts do advocate power, but the ghost king is different from ordinary ghosts. Power is not the most important. Even so, you should know the power of Cuixiang. A ghost that is stronger than her, I am afraid that there is no longer in this world. Up."

"Sure enough." Wu Ye consciously made up the scene of a group of ghosts gathering together to fight the ring.

"But since she is the king, of course she must be distinguished from ordinary ghosts. Cuixiang has been recognized by all ghosts, so she is a unique ghost king."

"Really? Miss Cuixiang actually has such a high reputation?" Wu could hardly imagine that Cuixiang's appearance as a drunkard would be recognized by so many ghosts.

"It's not, it's just that the ghosts who opposed her are all dead." Hua Fan suddenly revealed the scary facts.

"..." Wu Ye, who had no source of origin, felt a chill behind her back. The drunkard's young girl couldn't usually tell. Is the method so cruel?

"It's not what you think." Although Wu Ye's expression is not visible, she can roughly guess what the other party thinks from the other party's small movements, the Chinese fan, she added slightly dissatisfied: "Those ghosts who oppose Cuixiang are in the war. Dead, and human."

"Isn't it?!" Wu Ye opened his mouth wide, his expression unbelievable.

Even if Cuixiang is really popular, and 99% of ghosts support her, the remaining 1% is enough for humans. She has no memory of any era in history where humans were so strong. The only thing that can be guessed is Qingming, but this guy is only a teenager now, unless Cuixiang has only recently become the ghost king.

But this is not the case at all from Hua Fan.

"About two hundred years ago, the expanding ghost clan chose to attack Kyoto for more territories. At that time, we all believed that this war would undoubtedly be won. Unfortunately, we lost, and we still lost miserably."

Hua Fan’s tone was very bleak, as if he still remembered the tragic situation at the time: “There are ten ghost tribes besieging Kyoto. If it weren’t for Cuixiang’s desperate fight and let us escape, I’m afraid the ghost tribe would have been removed from the monsters. Even if a trace of vitality is preserved, the decline of the ghost clan is inevitable."

Wu Ye never expected that the fall of the ghost clan was caused by the war with humans, and he always thought it was done by other monsters.

"Ghosts have never been afraid of war. To die in battle is a natural destination for ghosts, but that time was different. It was not a war, but a massacre."

"Slaying, slaughter?" People slaughter ghosts?Wu couldn't believe this, but Hua Shan couldn't make him play with this kind of thing, so...

"Who is it...?"

"You should have heard of that person's name, Aaron. No, as long as it is a monster, I am afraid that there is no one who does not know it.

Wu Ye, who had been shocked to the point of speechlessness, did not expect even more astonishing facts to come.

"After the battle in Kyoto that year, the ghost tribe was completely defeated, and there were very few human beings that could live in it, huh—"

Speaking of this, Hua Shan said in a resentful manner: "What archmage, that respectful executioner, those stupid humans all thought it was our ghost tribe who invaded Kyoto and killed those humans, but they didn’t know that killing those humans was what they thought. The Westbound Great Master who retreated from the ghost!"

"what did you say……"

"Aron, why don't you think we have gathered such a powerful army of monsters to directly attack Kyoto? It's just because Yakumo Zi as the leader doesn't allow it? Hey, it's not! It's because there is'that' in Kyoto!"

Hua Fan's face was cold, her eyes filled with boundless anger and a trace of undeniable fear: "There is a cherry blossom tree that existed many years ago in the West House in Kyoto. That is what we are really afraid of! Because of that. It's a real monster!"

"When this cherry tree is in full bloom, it will kill all the living beings around it, whether it is a human or a monster, it is the same in front of it, the same fragile! It doesn't matter whether it is strong or weak, it will be equal. The earth grants all the same death."

"Killing all the lives around you indiscriminately, such a thing is called a holy thing, it sounds ironic, but the executioner seems to know this too, so he gave it such a very appropriate name—"

"Westward Demon!!"

"..."

Chapter 57 Qingming's Guess

No matter how unwilling people are, the sun will always rise again the next day.

On the vast wasteland, Qingming silently watched Lai Guang gather the corpses of his retainers one by one. She was accustomed to seeing death and parting, and she couldn't feel the slightest fluctuation in her heart.

It's not cold, but... used to it.

When they split up, they did find the target Ibaraki Doko, but the opponent escaped in the end. They were careless. They didn't expect the monster's support to come so fast and so strong.

The team going to the south was also wiped out by monsters, and they were completely defeated this time.

"This is my responsibility. If you want to hold it accountable, I won't evade it." This is probably what Seimei can say, the most in line with his heart.

As early as when they were acting separately, Qingming knew that this was to send most of the people to death, which increased the possibility of their success.

She agreed with this arrangement at the time, not only from the master's order, but also from her own considerations. One was that she thought she had enough time to return to the rescue, and the other was that she did not expect that the monster's support would be more than one.

"Lai Guang knows that you are sincere, but Lai Guang still wants to say... disgusting." The immature face was calm as water, and Lai Guang carved the tombstone to give them the last time.

"Although I really want to praise their bravery, it is a pity that they were all killed by one blow from the traces of the scene, and the shot was probably a big monster." Qingming's eyes swept around and calmly analyzed.

"Lai Guang knows that they didn't run away until the last moment. They deserved to be Genji's retainers." Lai Guang didn't seem to see the blood stains everywhere, and his face was full of pride as always.

"People will remember, they are all heroes who retreat to the monsters." Qingming tried to comfort him, but found that the other party didn't need it.

Although he usually looks like an annoying little kid, Lai Guang is far more mature than he looks.

"Go back." Lai Guang didn't plan to stay anymore after she mourned.

"Don't wait for Aaron?" Although Qingming got on his horse, he didn't rush to leave. There was no Wu Ye's body at the scene. Besides, she didn't think that Wu Ye's strength would be ruined here so easily.

"It's not a kid anymore. If he still says this, he will go back by himself." Lai bald his head and rides away without turning back. It seems that no matter how he doesn't care about it, his heart will still be shaken.

Lai Guang's back like a fleeing made Qingming silent, after a long while, she let out a sigh, chasing Lai Guang and left.

...

The group of ghosts came back, but it did not bring peace of mind to the people of Kyoto, but made them panic.

It wasn't anyone who deliberately spread the news. It was just a team of dozens of people leaving the city. When they returned, there were only two riders left. Even if everyone was optimistic, it might not be of much use at this time.

Lai Guang was obviously silent a lot along the way. When they arrived in Kyoto, the two separated. Lai Guang had his own mansion, and Qing Ming wanted to report to her master, the leader of Yin and Yang, He Maozhongxing.

Even if the sun is shining, there is always an indescribable gloom in the Yin Yang Liao. Although it is usually the same, today Qingming feels that there are more places covered by shadows.

Passing through the solemn complex of buildings, Qingming came to the office of He Maozhongxing. Although she was a mentor and apprentice, the rigid He Maozhongxing would not treat her too much.

Officially, when Qingming came to report to He Maozhong, he also needed to follow the formal process and wait outside the corridor for communication.

After sitting quietly for about ten minutes, Qingming was led into the office room of He Maozhongxing.

The gray-haired old man always writes the never-ending dossier before the case with a serious face, and it seems to be the same every time I see each other here in his memory.

"Master." Qingming sat down and bowed her head to greet him. When there are no outsiders, she will be a little closer to He Maozhongxing.

But even so, when He Mao Zhongxing raised his head, his frowning brow still showed a trace of dissatisfaction. According to his thoughts, Qingming should call him "Master He Mao" at this time.

However, he has corrected Qingming countless times in this detail, but he has also been ignored countless times, so at this point he silently chose to compromise.

"Well, it's hard work," He Maozhong went directly to the subject with a dry routine: "Has the ghost been removed?"