Oh no, I have become a character in the card pool?

Chapter 56 Swordsman
The reeds are swaying.

In a barren grassland, a girl wearing a haori, who seemed to be sleeping soundly, suddenly opened her eyes.

"the second time."

She sat up, her haori covered in dirt and weeds, and her chestnut hair tied up with grass was messy.

But she didn't care.

He looked towards the distant city with calm eyes.

No, to say it was peaceful is not quite right.

Her pupils were very quiet, but not peaceful. Instead, there was no light in them at all.

As if she had lost something important, the girl's pupils were empty and lifeless. She seemed to be looking at the scenery in front of her, but also seemed to be staring into the distant past.

But no matter what.

At this moment, she was indeed looking far away towards a city on the outskirts of the [Demon's Netherworld], which was also the gathering place of most of the garrison bases in the surrounding area.

"How could that fox use this level of demonic power twice in such a short period of time?"

The girl tilted her head.

Maybe it was because she hadn't spoken for a long time, so even though her voice was nice, it sounded a little awkward and dull.

He murmured stiffly, seeming a little confused: "Fight? No, that's not like the fox's character."

"She's a youkai. If that person dies, then she will revert back to her original personality. Whether it's a city being attacked, a war zone slowly falling, or a large number of civilians being killed or injured."

"She won't do anything about this kind of thing."

"——Not to mention, twice in a row this month, he seemed to lose control and released all his demonic energy without restraint."

The girl looked at the sky in the distance.

In the dark night, her empty and lifeless eyes began to think for the first time in a long time.

She actually doesn't like thinking, it's a very tiring thing for her.

In particular, thinking can make time stop, and the time that should have passed quickly will gradually slow down, or even freeze around her.

That would be bad.

The frozen time will make her feel real again, and everything around her, including the world, seems to come alive in an instant.

She would be forced to remember more things she wanted to forget, and the events of that day would reappear before her eyes.

That day was important before she could achieve her goal, but she didn't want to recall the scene of that day again.

but.

Even so, it was also unusual that the fox burst out with such great demonic energy twice in a short period of one month.

So even though she didn't like it, the girl started thinking about it.

The days they spent together in the past seemed like a very long period of time to her at that time.

After all, she had only truly "lived" for nineteen years.

And in the more than ten years that were almost half her age, every time she met the fox, she would basically take action directly.

Because they are enemies.

So even though the girl hadn't thought about it for a long time, she could tell that this outburst of demonic energy must have meant something big had happened to the fox.

And it was a big deal for the fox.
But not much.

".wrong."

After staring for a few seconds, there seemed to be some confusion in the girl's dull eyes.

"This second burst of demonic energy is very similar. I can't feel the difference. But it seems a little strange."

“And it was gone in an instant.”

She tilted her head and asked in a puzzled tone, "Is this the evil spirit of that fox? Did she eat weeds every day and get an upset stomach?"

Just at this time.

In this barren grassland, among the swaying reeds, a shadow suddenly swam out.

That's a ghost.

According to the rules of the [Ghost Realm of Demons and Ghosts], ghosts will appear wherever there are living things.

Especially unlike the city where the "Fuso Bell Tower" is built, this place has long been abandoned by humans and has completely turned into a real ghostland in the underworld.

In this area of ​​a hundred miles, the girl is the only living person.

She was like a bright light in the night, and she had a different smell on her body, which was more tempting to demons and ghosts than Tang Monk's flesh.

So what appears now is not the White Walkers.

It’s the King of Ghosts.

——But it doesn’t matter what it is, and there is no point in introducing it.

Because the moment it takes shape, the passionate roar seems to be brewing in the mouth.

It's dead.

A flash of silver light passed by, the wind quieted down, and the reeds stopped swaying.

The wind dared not stir, and the reeds dared not move.

Because the sword has not been put away yet.

"Come out." The girl's empty eyes withdrew her gaze from the distance.

Only then did I notice that under her haori, there was a long sword sheath hanging on her waist. The sheath was too worn out and plain, perhaps because it had been worn out for a hundred years, even the original pattern had disappeared.

It doesn't look like a scabbard, but more like a tattered wooden stick.

Strictly speaking, the weapons of the Qi Ling cannot be worn out because these clothes are not made of material cloth, but are part of the Qi Ling's soul.

so.

The scabbard, which represents the weapon, has been worn to this point - it can only represent the girl's heart, which has allowed it to be worn and torn.

"If you don't come out on your own initiative, I will chop you down along with the nearby land."

The awkward voice sounded a little intermittent, as if it had been a long time since he spoke so many words at once.

But the knife in her hand was neither crude nor worn out.

It is black.

When the blood stays sticky for too long, it will dry up and turn black, and then completely solidify on the blade.

Maybe other knives need to be wiped from time to time to keep them sharp.

But for her, there is no need for this.

The more souls she killed, the stronger she would become——until she could achieve that "goal".

A swimming black shadow appeared, spitting out a hissing sound like cold snake scales.

"That's why I wanted to ask you what you meant by this."

A "special individual" with a pitch-black snake body slowly emerged from the shadows, revealing a half-human, half-demon figure.

She stared at the dull-eyed female swordsman.

He stuck out his tongue and said, "According to the terms of our deal, you should kill those people from the Old World who are gradually emerging as Huangquan revives."

"They are all ignorant of the times. The erosion of the [world] is about to begin, but they refuse to cooperate with us."

"Not only that, they even want to escape beyond the [World]'s territory."

"Tell those people from other worlds about Huang Quan's revival!"

The black snake's eyes stared at the girl holding the knife.

He said in a cold voice: "But you just forced them away instead of killing them as promised."

"At this point, do you still think you can complete our deal without killing anyone?"

"When the [world] adapts to the obstacles, begins to expand again, and then devours those other false [worlds], the fate of everyone will not change!"

"Do you think that after so many years of standing by and watching coldly, turning a blind eye to the requests for help from those people from other worlds, that you can still be that [Kill All Evils·Himegari Mingyi]!?"

The girl didn't respond to him.

In response, a knife was swung at him.

The black snake didn't even have the chance to curse. His golden eyes suddenly widened and he was cut in half.

Then it slowly separated into four petals, eight parts, sixteen sections, and thirty-two strips.

"All I need is Huangquan, a complete Huangquan where all souls can return."

The girl looked at the black snake and it seemed that she had guessed that the outcome of this conversation would not change, so she only sent a dead skin who had escaped. She lowered her eyes and put away the long sword.

"As for the demons up there, you all still have to die."

“There is no conflict.”

She put away the knife.

Ignoring the mud all over his body, he lay back down in the barren reed field and closed his eyes again.

For her, who seemed to be petite due to malnutrition since childhood, the reeds were enough to bury her body.

The second outbreak of demonic energy in the distance did make Ji Shoumingyi somewhat concerned.

But it doesn't matter.

The fox's choice was to lock itself up, wandering in that man's image all day long, gradually waiting for time to kill itself.

She has accepted the fact that the man is dead.

But Ji Shoumingyi won’t.

She doesn't accept it, and she doesn't acknowledge it.

The first person who treated her not as a knife but as a person should not have died like this.

"It's coming, it's coming soon."

In a half-asleep dream, the girl murmured softly while holding tightly in her arms the tattered and rotten scabbard that looked like it would collapse at any time.

"You have to wait for me."

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The strange white ceiling.

This was an inappropriate thought that popped up in Lin Xuan's mind after he opened his eyes again.

For a moment, because of his fragmented memory, he almost thought that he had traveled through time again.

Until the whole person almost jumped up, and a familiar figure with long light white hair appeared.

And the soft voice whispering: "That's great, you're okay."

Lin Xuan only then realized that he was just unconscious, not stranded.

(End of this chapter)