Simultaneous travel: I have forged an immortal name in the heavens

Chapter 74 [Converting the female ghost, Conan's worldview collapses! ]

"Oh!"

Under the moonlight, Daoxie Zhengyan's head spun several times in the air, and finally fell heavily to the ground.

It rolled several times on the ground covered with dead leaves.

It looks like a deflated football.

Die with eyes wide open!!!

Everyone who witnessed this scene was stunned for a moment and didn't come back to their senses for a long time.

As the swordsman put away his sword, a cold gaze swept over.

Xiaolan and Sonoko's screams suddenly stopped, as if someone was strangling their throats and they were so scared that they couldn't say a word.

Conan stared at Daoxie Masahiko's head stuck on the dead leaves. His heart felt like it was falling into an ice cellar, and he was engulfed by the darkness spreading from the deep forest.

There was a loud 'bang' in the head.

'Kill someone!'

Conan never thought that someone would dare to do that in front of a detective like him.

In front of a criminal police officer!
--kill!
Or use such cruel method as beheading.

Anyone who has been an executioner or been beheaded knows this.

How difficult it is to cut off the neck with just one blow.

Even the authentic executioners in Beijing cannot guarantee success at once.

The human body's muscles are stronger than you think, not to mention the spine. If you want to cut off the head with one knife, strength, skill and the sharpness of the blade are all essential.

In the past, France used flat knives for beheading.

This happens often.

——The beheading knife fell from the air several times, but failed to cut off the prisoner's head. The prisoner wailed, and feces and urine flowed from his body.

It only adds to the pain.

It was not until His Royal Highness Louis improved the beheading knife by changing the flat blade into a slanted blade that he was able to successfully chop off a person's head in one go without causing any pain.

Unfortunately, His Royal Highness Louis also paid the price for his good deeds and became the first soul to be killed by the beheading rack he improved.

The same goes for neon.

When committing seppuku, the choice of the person who performs the ritual of suicide is also very important!

If the kaishakunin is a skilled one, he will be able to bypass the overly hard bones and cut off the neck directly.

And a piece of skin is left to ensure that the head is still connected to the body.

Such an kaishakunin will be very popular.

After all, no samurai dares to conclude that he has not made any mistakes and needs to commit suicide.

But! We are now in a society ruled by law, not the Edo period anymore!
wrong!

Conan shuddered suddenly.

Realize that now is not a good time to hunt down the murderer.

Different from ordinary murderers.

The strong murderous aura emanating from this swordsman, as well as his expression that remained unchanged after killing someone, all proved that he was definitely a vicious person!
And now, they witnessed the thug's murder scene.

Will he also be silenced?

Thinking of this, Conan suddenly came back to his senses, gritted his teeth and yelled, "Sister Xiaolan! Run quickly!!!"

But it is easier said than done.

Even Conan, who was used to seeing death scenes, was frightened by this cruel scene, let alone Xiaolan and Sonoko.

Not only did they not move, but the expressions on their faces became dull and dazed.

My mind must have gone blank.

Fortunately, not only Conan reacted at this time, but also Kyogoku Makoto who was closest to him.

Kyogoku is indeed a martial artist. Although it was his first time witnessing a murder, he remained calm.

He reacted extremely quickly and decisively attacked the swordsman.

A high whip kick, with a strong gust of wind, smashed towards the swordsman's head!

"Whoosh——!" A whistling sound of wind was heard!
This time, Kyogoku used all his strength, and his kick was enough to break the concrete pillar.

Fall on people.

Tsk, the end result will probably be similar to an exploding water balloon.

Whether in terms of speed or power, Kyogoku Makoto's furious kick was almost perfect.

It’s a pity that he was not facing an ordinary person, but an extraordinary person!
"Uh-huh!!!"

this! How can it be!

Kyogoku Makoto's eyes froze as he looked at the swordsman who was standing in the same place but suddenly disappeared.

people!

Before he could think, Kyogoku Shin's kick missed, "I can't hold back my strength!"

"Boom!" After a loud noise.

Kyogoku Makoto's right leg hit the ground heavily, knocking away a piece of dirt and creating a deep pit, and his body shook involuntarily.

He almost lost his balance, and finally Kyogoku Makoto half-knelt down and supported himself on the ground with his hands to release the force.

But Kyogoku Makoto realized that something was wrong.

He exposed a huge flaw and was about to roll away.

"Buzz!"

Behind Kyogoku Makoto, there was a sound of a sword being drawn, along with the sound of cutting through the wind.

"Oh no - I can't hide anymore!!!" Kyogoku Makoto's pupils suddenly shrank.

He seemed to have seen the flash of the knife coming down.

Just now, when Kyogoku Makoto and the swordsman looked at each other, the fantasy in his mind turned into reality at this moment.

Death seemed to be about to reappear.

The sharp blade will cut his neck.

In the next second, perhaps he would be able to see his headless body slowly falling.

And he didn't even have the chance to react.

Time seems to stand still at this moment.

icy!

Kyogoku Makoto could feel a slight chill on his neck, which made him dare not move at all. A drop of cold sweat the size of a bean appeared on his forehead.

At some point, a heavy object was placed on Kyogoku Makoto's right shoulder.

Look with your peripheral vision.

It was a bloody long knife that was a little rough and not sharp at all!

The blade was across his shoulders, the tip of the knife pressed against Kyogoku Makoto's neck.

The chill it brought swept through Kyogoku Makoto's entire body.

The swordsman appeared behind him in the blink of an eye.

"How is it possible that he is so fast?!"

Kyogoku Makoto's body was stiff, he couldn't stand or squat.

He didn't think about teleportation, and thought that the other party's speed and reaction were so fast that he couldn't detect it.

"I don't want to affect ordinary people. This matter has nothing to do with you. Leave quickly."

Just as Kyogoku Makoto's forehead was sweating and he was thinking about what to do next, the blade across his neck was actually moved away.

The swordsman said coldly.

Just put away the knife and continue forward.

"Don't waste your time. You can't hit me at all."

A faint voice entered Kyogoku Makoto's ears.

Kyogoku Makoto looked at the swordsman who passed by him and revealed his back without reservation.

He walked towards the female ghost who was floating near Daoxie Zhengyan's head and holding it in her arms.

Oh, right, female ghost!
This is not a simple murder case.

It was a supernatural event.

Realizing that the swordsman had no intention of taking action, Kyogoku remained silent.

No more attacks were launched without considering one's own capabilities.

Besides, Kyogoku Makoto would never do something like attacking someone from behind.

Clench your fists!

Kyogoku Makoto slowly straightened his body, lowered his head, and remained silent.

The opponent was very strong! So strong that he saw no hope of winning.

This was the first time he failed in his attempt, and he was not even qualified to fight the opponent.

At this time, the police officer who had been inconspicuous on the side finally reacted.

He was holding a pistol that seemed to have no effect and had little power, blocking everyone.

Sweating profusely, he shouted to the swordsman with a trembling voice, "Then, sir, put down your weapon immediately."

He is really a dedicated policeman.

Conan hurriedly helped Xiaolan and Sonoko sit down and told them to call the police as soon as possible.

Then he trotted over again.

Conan couldn't help but feel moved when he heard the police officer's voice trembling so much that he seemed to be about to cry, yet he was still so dedicated to his work.

"Although the police's ability to solve cases is worrying, it is not their fault. They have done a good job."

"Wait a moment, officer, don't provoke this man. He doesn't seem to intend to hurt us." Conan quickly ran to the officer, tugged at his sleeve and spoke seriously in a low voice.

Conan was even more curious.

Where did this swordsman come from, and what’s the story behind that female ghost!

Today's case almost refreshed Conan's understanding of the world.

Even when he saw the swordsman disappear and reappear in an instant, Conan felt that he had become a little numb and was not very surprised.

"Little friend, then, okay."

The police officer compared the swordsman's strength with the small pistol in his hand, smiled awkwardly, lowered the muzzle of the gun, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Although the gun was fast beyond ten steps and fast and accurate within ten steps, he was really not sure.

The swordsman didn't care about the people behind him.

He walked over to the female ghost floating in the air holding Daoxie Masahiko's head.

The ghost girl's body seemed to be more solid, with less blood and wounds on her body, and she was muttering to herself.

“We can be together now.”

"Amitabha."

The swordsman bowed slightly to the female ghost, clasped his hands together, and muttered something.

Although the sound was small, Conan and the others were able to hear it.

"Since your wish has been fulfilled, the person who killed you is dead, and your revenge has been achieved, there is no need to linger in the world any longer."

"Ms. Junko, it's time for you to become a Buddha."

Japan has its own national divisions regarding the souls of the dead and the monsters in myths and legends.

They believe in the native religion of Shinto.

All the dead people, as well as evil spirits, and various demons and monsters are called gods.

For eight million gods.

And the soul of a person will become a Buddha after death.

Conan stared at the scene closely.

He already had some guesses in his mind about the reason for the swordsman's arrival.

However, as a materialist, Conan always holds a disdainful attitude towards the so-called eight million gods, believing that they are all fake.

But facts speak louder than words.

The sudden drop in temperature, the localized female ghost, and Dokyo Masahiko who was bewitched into committing suicide to apologize and was assisted by the swordsman.

Conan's worldview is basically shattered.

"Is he trying to convert the resentful souls?" Kyogoku Makoto, whose belief in materialism was not so firm, guessed.

"Probably."

Conan nodded seriously, "But I still don't quite believe it. There must be some conspiracy behind this that I don't know about. I will definitely find out!"

Kyogoku glanced in surprise at the child next to him who had his hands in his pockets and a serious face.

Is this something a child should say?

Kyogoku Makoto was already surprised that Conan didn't cry or faint from fear.

But it's none of his business.

After hesitating, Kyogoku Makoto turned around and walked towards Sonoko. He was more concerned about the girl with short brown hair.

After all, there was nothing he could do here.

If you lose, you lose.

Sonoko and Xiaolan finally came back to their senses from their fright.

They were huddled together, shivering and shivering.

"Jingjing Ji Zhenjun, what happened?" Xiaolan mustered up the courage to ask. She didn't dare to look over there, for fear of seeing Mr. Daoxie's headless body and the female ghost.

"That swordsman seems to be converting a female ghost."

Kyogoku Makoto patted Sonoko's shoulder gently, giving her a sense of security, and replied, "Don't worry, he won't do anything to us."

"Really? Thank you, you are such a good person." Sonoko was so moved that she clenched her hands and said shyly.

A few black lines appeared on Xiaolan's forehead.

Ahhhhh!! Sonoko this guy

It's already this time, but it's still so easy to fall into infatuation.

At the same time, Xiaolan plucked up her courage and glanced towards the swordsman.

But I was stunned.

"Hey!!! Look at this!"

"What? It doesn't look scary." Yuanzi was afraid.

Xiaolan exclaimed: "No, that swordsman is glowing!"

"what?"

Yuanzi couldn't suppress her curiosity.

He put Kyogoku Makoto's large hand in front of his eyes and looked at the swordsman, making his appearance even more obvious.

"Wow! Really!"

A circle of warm golden light appeared on the swordsman's body at some point.

Dispelled the coldness brought by the female ghost.

Let the temperature in the deep forest in summer return to normal, or even warmer than usual.

Along with the people who were still in fear, their mood seemed to be relieved and comforted.

The horrific murder scenes just now gradually became blurred.

The female ghost floating in front of the swordsman slowly fell to the ground.

The originally ferocious expression became relaxed, the blood and wounds on the body healed completely, and the expression became gentle.

She is a very beautiful girl.

The head of Daoxie Zhengyan in her arms, as well as the body on the other side, turned into sand and scattered on the ground.

"Hey!!! Hey!"

Conan's eyes suddenly widened. That was evidence of a crime. How could it just disappear like that?

Even if the police come, they can’t investigate whether that pile of sand belongs to Mikyou Masahiko!
Unfortunately, Conan's attempts to stop him were futile, and no one listened to his exclamation.

Everyone stared in shock. For the first time, they saw an extraordinary power that they had never seen before.

"This is much better than those Feng Shui masters and Yin Yang masters my father hired."

Sonoko muttered to herself, absentmindedly.

"So, becoming a Buddha is real." Xiaolan echoed. After witnessing this scene, her fear of the swordsman and murderer had dissipated a lot.

After all, that Dokyou Masahiko almost killed Sonoko, didn't he?

Xiaolan doesn't care about procedural justice as much as Conan. It seems natural that the murderer who killed four young girls should pay with his life to atone for his crime.

can be seen.

Junko Murakami's soul was also covered with a layer of white light. She knelt on the ground respectfully and kowtowed to the swordsman who avenged her.

Then it turned into a faint golden light and gradually dissipated.

Before dissipating, a ray of golden light rushed into the swordsman's brow.

No one noticed that the swordsman was slightly stunned, obviously a little surprised.

Then, the light and shadow on the swordsman also disappeared.

The forest returned to darkness.

But the deathly silence and coldness at the beginning were gone; the sounds of insects and birds intertwined together, creating a symphony concert in the forest.

Everything seemed so beautiful.

The swordsman ignored Conan and his gang, turned around and walked outside.

At this point Conan couldn't bear it any longer.

He trotted and took small steps to catch up.

"Hey! Please don't leave!"

Conan could not watch a murderer walk away in front of him. Although the female ghost was converted and Sonoko was rescued, everyone seemed happy.

But Dokyou Masahiko was dead, his body turned into a pile of sand, but Conan's tone was finally a little more respectful.

"Sir, you can't leave here now!"

(End of this chapter)