Ultraman cubs begin to wreak havoc.

"The outcome has already been decided, and no matter how much time passes, the result will be the same."

"It's full of nonsense!"

The demon, filled with rage, roared at Ida Iryu:

"Before I am resurrected, I will never forget this hatred. I will gather the power of resentment, and when I am resurrected, my terror and my power will be far beyond what I am today."

Ida Iryu was no longer willing to argue with the evil spirit. He didn't turn around and walked away.

"Iidai Ryu, wait a minute!"

The demon's words seemed to hold him back from moving forward.

“When I rise from the dead, I will wait for you in Sudatta. Do not forget this promise.”

The demon continued to say something, but Ida Iryu had no interest in listening anymore.

When the voice of the evil spirit could no longer be heard, Jinglong's body began to be enveloped in a dazzling light. At this moment, sunlight shone in through the small window, and Jinglong woke up.

"It was a dream..."

He looked around and found himself in a dilapidated hut, with nothing but the most basic necessities inside.

Ida Iryu adjusted his breathing slightly and tried to get up.

"Well!"

A jolt of electric pain instantly coursed through my entire body.

"I remember now, I was possessed by that evil spirit..."

When Jing Tianjinglong touched his chest, he realized that the wound on his chest was already wrapped in several layers of cloth.

"Someone saved my life, but who was it...?"

At this moment, fragments of scenes flashed through Jing Tian Jinglong's mind. He remembered her flowing hair, her fair and translucent skin, and that lonely expression. It was a woman, and that woman had saved him.

Ida Ryu tried to recall more memories about this woman—

Blood was flowing from his chest, and his consciousness was gradually fading. A woman walked towards him and reached out a hand to his cheek.

Iida Iryu was born with the ability to distinguish between humans and ghosts. This feeling was indescribable and perfectly normal to him. Compared to ordinary humans, it was probably like the feeling of being born with the ability to breathe. Iida Iryu naturally possessed the ability to distinguish between humans and ghosts.

So... was that hand... a human hand? Or...?

Iida Iryu tried hard to recall, but couldn't. At that time, he was seriously injured and his life hung by a thread. As a result, his ability to distinguish between people and ghosts was not as sharp as usual. In the end, having no result from his thoughts, Iida Iryu simply stopped worrying about it.

However, I should still leave this hut as soon as possible.

Iida Ryu clutched his aching chest, trying to get up from the bed, but failed again.

During the final battle, the demon's steel-like claws pierced deep into Ida Iryu's flesh, undoubtedly damaging his internal organs. Even though he forced himself to stand up, he could only gasp for breath.

It seemed he had no choice but to lie quietly on the bed, unable to move. Jing Tianjinglong lay down again and looked at the dilapidated hut once more. He noticed a small urn in the corner of the room. Judging from its size, it did not seem to be a vessel for holding drinking water.

'Drinking water'

Thinking of this, Jing Tianjinglong realized that his throat was dry and his stomach was hungry. However, as soon as he moved his body slightly, his whole body was immediately in intense pain.

I'm so thirsty, I really want to drink water...

For no apparent reason, Ida Ryu felt an unprecedented thirst. He looked at the water container and felt as if he wanted to jump over it or have the container grow legs and run to him.

In that fleeting moment of confusion, Ida Ryu seemed to see the water in the drinking vessel undergo some kind of change. The water seemed to begin to wriggle, about to turn into something sticky and crawl out, burrowing into his throat to quench his thirst...

"Well!"

Suddenly, a flash of light stung Iida Iryu's eyes. At first, he thought it was sunlight, but then he realized that sunlight couldn't be pure white. However, he had to admit that with the flicker of that light, his thirst lessened considerably, and the strange, hallucinatory scene he had just witnessed…

Could that pure white light be the protection of the gods, so that my mind, when weak, might stray into the demonic path?

As Jingtian Jinglong pondered, Yuan Mao's expression also became quite solemn. The distorted drinking water they had just witnessed was undoubtedly the ancient god's aura that the person being replaced had come into contact with in the previous time bubble. Now, it had appeared here. Was this the mastermind behind it possessing the power to traverse time bubbles and induce distortions, or could their ability record every distortion they caused, or were there other changes within this time bubble that they were unaware of...?

but....

Why didn't I notice the fluctuations in primordial energy just now? That distortion... it seemed to appear on its own...

Hmm... it's really hard to predict the opponent's abilities this time.

At that moment, Jingtian Jinglong felt a breeze blowing in from the cracks of the thatched hut, carrying a hint of warmth. Jingtian Jinglong reflexively moved his aching body and sat up.

A woman stood at the door. She had flowing hair and fair, translucent skin. But no matter how beautiful she was, Jing Tianjinglong still warily placed his hand on the knife. At the same time, his heart beat slightly faster due to nervousness.

Seeing Jing Tianjinglong like this, the woman smiled slightly. It was a natural smile, very natural. Whether it was her slightly upturned lips or her slender eyes, no matter which part of her you looked at, you could not find any trace of pretense.

Upon seeing her smile, Ida Iryu instantly understood; his innate ability answered his doubts in that instant.

This woman is not human.

Before long, the aroma of wild vegetables wafted from the thatched hut. The woman ladled porridge into a bowl and handed it to Jing Tian Jinglong. Jing Tian Jinglong looked at the woman in front of him, took the bowl, picked up his chopsticks, and put the porridge into his mouth. The deliciousness of the rice and the aroma of the wild vegetables spread in his mouth. Then, the bitterness of the unknown herbs made the taste in his mouth more vibrant.

With undivided attention, Jing Tianjinglong rummaged through his chopsticks, scraping all the porridge in the bowl into his mouth. After chewing, the food passed through his throat and into his stomach, where a warm sensation began to spread throughout his body.

Jing Tianjinglong ate his porridge with complete concentration, emptying the bowl in the blink of an eye. He then let out a sigh of relief and put the bowl down. The woman reached out her fair hand and took the bowl, smiling as she refilled it with porridge.

"what are you laughing at?"

Jing Tianjinglong asked.

"I just feel that the way you eat doesn't quite resemble that of a samurai."

"Is it because I didn't test the poison?"

The woman answered "yes" and handed the bowl back to her.

"You saved my life, but I have no idea what your purpose is."

A smile appeared on the woman's face as she listened quietly to Ida Izuru continue.

“However, if you want to kill me, you don’t need to poison my food. If you had just abandoned me in the forest before, I would probably be in the belly of that wolf by now, turned into bones.”

"The samurai is truly heroic and valiant."

The woman spoke, and it was clear she was very happy.

"You probably already know my true identity, right?"

"I am not yet aware of his true identity."

Jingtian Jinglong picked up the bowl again and continued:

"All I know is that you are not human."

Upon hearing this, the woman's face revealed a smile that was both alluring and melancholic, and she nodded slightly to Jing Tianjinglong.

Jingtian Jinglong began eating his second bowl of porridge. The woman watched him silently, and he didn't say anything more. Time flowed by quietly.

"It's all very noisy outside the city now."

The woman adjusted her posture and said to Jing Tianjinglong:

"noisy?"

As the sun set and darkness slowly enveloped Ida Ikuryu, he asked the woman.

"Yes, it seems that a very powerful samurai was assassinated."

"This isn't exactly rare..."

"It's a curse."

After hearing this, Jing Tianjinglong swallowed the rest of what he was about to say.

"It seems they weren't killed by ghosts, but by humans."

"Since it's a curse, the probability of it being human is indeed higher."

"The world is truly terrifying these days."

The woman sighed and repeated herself:

"It's really terrifying, even for us ghosts."

Jingtian Jinglong remained silent. He wanted to take a closer look at the woman, but he couldn't see anything in the encroaching darkness. Jingtian Jinglong was puzzled.

What exactly is the purpose of this woman, no, this ghost?

In his entire life, Ida Iryu had never encountered a ghost like her.

Is this a tactic of feigning indifference to lure the prey into a trap? Or...?

Many conjectures surfaced in Iida Iryu's mind, appearing one after another and disappearing one after another. However, Iida Iryu also knew in his heart that he was still seriously injured. With his current injuries, no matter what happened, he would probably be powerless to help.

As Ida Iryu pondered, he sensed something moving faintly in the darkness.

In the dimly lit corner of the thatched hut, something stood up in Jing Tianjinglong's hazy vision.

"Who are you!?"

Ida Iryu couldn't help but shout loudly, then gripped his weapon tightly. As the approaching footsteps drew nearer, Ida Iryu finally saw clearly that a small child, presumably a girl, was standing in the corner. Her hair, tied up, reached her shoulders, and her slender eyes revealed the same expression as the lady of the hut.

However, there was no life in the girl's eyes.

Ida Ryu focused his attention, trying to listen to the girl's breathing. But he couldn't hear anything.

"This is my daughter."

The woman in the thatched hut spoke, and Jing Tianjinglong chimed in: