Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 505: The Origin of the Demon Sword Hirumaru and Higashiyama

"Later, that is..."

He Songling scratched his head. The author had sandwiched the previous story of "Rusty Iron" in the middle, and he really couldn't remember it very well.

"In short, there was a young man with extraordinary talent who was framed by a group of old people who were jealous of his talent. He died under this sword and his soul seeped into the sword. People who later obtained this sword would be controlled by his soul and exert very strong strength. Moreover, people who died under this sword would have their skills and even part of their soul absorbed. Because of this characteristic, this sword was called the 'Demon Sword Hirumaru'."

"The demon sword brings bad luck, but it also brings great strength. So many people are madly chasing after this sword. In the process of scrambling for it, more people died under the sword, so the sword absorbed more and more power, and the people who picked up this sword became stronger and stronger."

"So in the process of fighting for it, a kind of evil worship of the sword strangely emerged. This group of people formed the current Bihe Mountain. In our Lao Zhong, it should be called the Sword Worship Sect, the Divine Sword Sect or something like that."

Tang Bingwen shook his head after hearing this: "That's really petty. But according to my senior brother, the ninja leader doesn't hold a knife."

"Of course. After hundreds of years, the Bihe Ninja has become a formal sect. How can a man holding a knife be a leader if he is not smart? But the head of the ninja is not important. The most important thing for them is the knife and the man holding the knife."

He Songling nodded and said, "Through training, they have strong souls and life skills, and those who can avoid being shocked and turned into complete puppets are chosen as knife-wielders, also known as 'demons'. The sect rule of Higuyama is to let Hirumaru shine with the strongest brilliance. So when encountering danger, the demons and the ninja heads have to choose one, and the ninja head should choose to sacrifice for the demons."

"The one who killed Tang Tongbi and Du Fusong was the 'devil'?" Tang Bingwen suddenly asked.

"Yes, if I hadn't been there, Gao Yingcai would have died in his hands." He Songling didn't hide it. Revenge had to be taken anyway, so he couldn't be afraid to mention the enemy's name, right?

"Very good." Tang Bingwen nodded, "He must die."

"He must die." Tang Bingwen didn't need to say it, He Songling would definitely not let Nikaido Eita go. He wanted to kill him before in Mianshan, but he escaped due to the Japanese's firepower cover. This time, in the battle of ten people in the Sky Hole, this devil must die.

"In the true sense, these 'ghosts' are actually the followers of the demon. Of course, because the ghosts are also very powerful, and no one really controls Hirumaru, the relationship between them is relatively equal."

He Songling continued, "Because of the sword spirit, the demons will have a strong obsession with the swordsman to win the game, and sometimes they will even ignore their own safety. As for the methods these ghosts are good at, I will explain them to you after selecting the other nine people."

"Okay." Tang Bingwen narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself, "A sect based on the worship of the demon sword... Oh, that's good. What about the Yulong Society you mentioned?"

"That doesn't matter. They believe in Buddhism and are relatively decent people. Their dream is to cut off this evil sword. So when they sent the information to Liu Wei, they must have told him that if we can win, they hope we can give them the sword. Unfortunately, we didn't use this information, and Liu Wei was embarrassed to mention it."

It's not that there can't be good people among the Japanese. The soldiers who participated in the war were able to wake up and join the anti-fascist camp to help Lao Zhong's partners in the anti-Japanese war. Moreover, those who did not participate in the war in China themselves have an attitude. Regardless of good or bad, at least neutrality is already precious.

"We can't give it to them. We should cut off this kind of thing and do it ourselves." Tang Bingwen looked at He Songling: "Are you okay?"

"I don't plan to cut it off." He Songling shook his head. There must be some fish that slipped through the net this time. Even if all ten people died, there must be other Bihe ninjas alive. Although they can't pose a threat for the time being, they will lurk in Lao Zhong. It's just right that eighty years later, using this magic sword as bait, they can all be fished out.

"Okay, as long as you know what's going on." Tang Bingwen didn't ask any more questions. He suddenly felt that being the head of the sect was really easy. The next day.

Tang Bingwen gathered the other nine people, stood in front of the square, and waited for He Songling to speak.

"Wait a moment." He Songling's expression changed immediately when he saw the candidate. "Change someone else. My wife can't go."

Lu Huizhong is also among them.

He was already married to Lu Huizhong, so how could he let his wife put herself in danger? Even if Lu Huizhong was not injured in the original novel without him, the strange man's methods were strange, and who knew what would happen. Another thing was that the headache symptom was not explained when he arrived, which made He Songling panic.

So he was determined not to let Lu Huizhong go.

"Go to hell, you're such a crazy son-in-law." Lu Huizhong pouted, "Why can't I go? I have to go. Do you want to stop me? If you don't let me go, I'll go by myself."

"Do you believe me? I will tie you up and throw you to my master. I want to see if you can go there or not." He Songling was not joking with Lu Huizhong. He could really do this. "You even hid this kind of thing from me, you..."

"Tsk, what's wrong with me hiding it from you? You're still hiding it from me with other women..."

"oi!" He Songling hurriedly covered Lu Huizhong's mouth, and the others looked up and down, as if they were very interested in the things around them.

"What on earth are you going to do?" He Songling asked in a low voice, "Can't you just stay at home and wait for your man to go to the battlefield and kill the devils and come back?"

"Am I a weak person?" Lu Huizhong pointed at himself. "Last time, even someone like Tang Mingyi was able to win the lottery to go to Mianshan. This time, there are really no masters in the sect, so I went."

"Well, let me be fair. In terms of martial arts, Xiao Lu can be ranked second in the sect. He may even be better than Uncle Ying. Even in terms of the means of killing, he is second only to me and Hou Ren, who are good at Dan Shi." Tang Bingwen really couldn't stand the couple's hesitation, so he blurted out something.

"Did you hear that? The headmaster has certified me!" Lu Huizhong was very proud, while He Songling had a ferocious expression on his face: "Why don't you go up if you are so capable! If you go, go to the Sky-piercing Cave and fight to the death. Don't say you can't go because you are too old, Master Shiying has gone there too."

"No, the head of the team doesn't go, so how can I go?" Tang Bingwen never expected that the fire would burn him.

"Who said they can't be the doorman? Besides, even if they can't be the doorman, you can pass the doormanship to me and you can go in, right?"

He Songling patted his chest and said proudly: "I am worthy of the position of the head of the Tang Sect!"

(End of this chapter)