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Chapter 95 Samurai General and the Red Oni (4200)

Having made his decision, Fang Qingzhou didn't hesitate any longer. He took Jiulang's hand and stepped out of the dilapidated temple's wooden door.

Outside was a wasteland covered with a thin layer of snow, with a few withered trees standing crookedly by the roadside, their bare branches swaying gently in the cold wind.

In the open space outside the temple, he saw a stone-carved Buddha statue, but it did not emit blue will-o'-the-wisps like in the game; it looked like an ordinary, old stone sculpture.

However, Fang Qingzhou was still somewhat unwilling to give up. He walked to the Ghost Buddha, sat down cross-legged, and began to worship the Buddha with his hands clasped together.

Jiulang was a little puzzled as to why he was doing this, but he didn't ask. Instead, he obediently sat down cross-legged next to Fang Qingzhou, just like he had done.

Fang Qingzhou bowed several times in front of the ghost Buddha, but as expected, there was no reaction.

"Let's go." He patted the snow off his clothes, stood up, and took Jiulang's hand to continue walking forward.

Soon the two arrived at the edge of a cliff, from where they could swing directly to the mountain path on the other side, saving a long detour through the valley.

Jiulang was stunned for a moment. Before he could ask what was going on, Fang Qingzhou had already scooped her up and held her under his arm like a rag doll. Then he ran a few steps toward the edge of the cliff and jumped off.

Jiulang immediately cried out in surprise, then hugged Fang Qingzhou tightly. Soon she realized that she was not falling.

A thin rope suddenly appeared from the front of Fang Qingzhou's left hand, with an iron claw attached to the end of the rope, which was firmly hooked onto the branch of an old pine tree on the cliff in front of him.

Using the rope's pull, the person traversed an arc in the air, swinging out like a swing, then gently stepped on a pine branch and swung forward again.

She had never moved through the air like this before; it felt as if she were being carried across the valley by a giant bird.

Before long, Fang Qingzhou reached the other side using this method. It was the first time he had used this kind of grappling hook, and he didn't expect it to be so useful. With this thing, he could really do the feat of scaling walls and rooftops.

If he remembers correctly, Ada Wong also has a similar grappling hook gun, so perhaps he can surprise Ada next time they meet.

"Now, do you still want to continue moving forward with me? From now on, we will move like this." Fang Qingzhou said, looking at Jiulang, who still had his eyes closed in his arms.

"No! I want to keep following you!" Jiulang immediately opened his eyes and said.

Although she was a little scared at first, Jiulang felt a strong sense of excitement later on. She had been strictly watched over since she was a child and was basically not allowed to go out casually.

But at that moment she felt like a bird freed from its cage, soaring freely in the sky; she felt truly alive.

Looking at Jiulang's somewhat excited eyes, Fang Qingzhou felt like he was riding a yellow-haired guy on a ghost fire, taking his obedient daughter who was doing her homework at home out for a race.

"Then you must listen to me," Fang Qingzhou continued.

Jiulang nodded vigorously, the excitement in his eyes not yet completely gone.

Fang Qingzhou sighed, put Jiulang down from his arms, and squatted down to help her straighten her collar and hair, which had been ruffled by the wind.

The little girl's cheeks still had a blush from her excitement, making her look more lively than when they first met.

The two continued forward and soon saw Ashina Castle and the wooden houses inside, where many soldiers were patrolling.

Fang Qingzhou led Jiulang in and infiltrated the area. He originally intended to clear out some of the surrounding soldiers, but just then, he heard voices coming from ahead.

"Everyone, search the entire surrounding area. We must find the Divine Child and that ninja!"

The moment Fang Qingzhou heard that voice, he crouched down and pulled Jiulang along to hide in a clump of half-person-high withered grass by the roadside.

Jiulang was also very clever. He didn't make a sound at all, but just stayed close to Fang Qingzhou, even his breathing became soft.

Through the gaps in the withered grass, Fang Qingzhou also saw a samurai general dressed in a heavy tunic, with a sword longer than an ordinary katana at his waist, followed by a group of about ten foot soldiers, searching house to house along both sides of the street.

Fang Qingzhou remembered that he was killed twenty times by that samurai general before being persuaded to quit. However, the samurai general should have been guarding the gate, but he didn't expect that he would be brought in to arrest him and Jiulang.

The foot soldiers searched very thoroughly. Some pushed open the door of a house by the roadside to go inside and check, some poked at the haystacks by the roadside with the tip of their spears, and others squatted down to examine the footprints on the ground.

Fang Qingzhou noticed that the warrior general's gaze kept glancing towards the bushes of withered grass where they were hiding. Although he didn't walk over directly, he had stopped in that direction several times.

Fang Qingzhou placed his hand on the hilt of the knife, Wedge Maru.

Just then, a foot soldier came out of the house and shouted, "Report! There's no one inside!"

The samurai general turned his gaze away and waved his hand forward: "Keep moving forward, don't stop, there are still a few houses ahead that haven't been searched."

The group began to move forward, the sounds of footsteps and the clanging of armor gradually fading into the distance at the other end of the street.

Only after the group of people had completely disappeared at the end of the street did Fang Qingzhou loosen his grip on his sword and let out a long breath. A warrior general plus more than ten henchmen were not so easy to deal with.

But the footsteps that had been gradually fading away suddenly became clearer again, and the samurai general actually turned back, even drawing his samurai sword from his waist.

Fang Qingzhou didn't know whether he and Jiulang had been discovered, but he also knew that if the samurai general continued to approach, he would eventually discover the two of them, so he had to be prepared.

He pulled out the wedge-shaped weapon, then assumed the stance for the Tiger Eye Style technique. At the same time, he opened the skill panel. After reading the manual given by the Sculptor, his panel now had a bunch of skills waiting to be unlocked. He had just enough experience points left to unlock one skill.

Naomori Kawahara drew his sword and walked towards the bushes ahead. He didn't find anything there, but his intuition told him that something seemed to be hidden there.

He was quite confident in his intuition, after all, he was a samurai general of Ashina. The reputation of Ashina samurai was renowned throughout the countries, especially those who became samurai generals, whose swordsmanship was exceptional. He had experienced countless battles, so how could he not believe in the intuition honed through life and death?

Besides, the enemy's army could launch an attack at any time, so it's never too cautious.

He got closer and closer to the bushes, and soon he spotted a ninja crouching there with a child. That was the target he was looking for. Just as he was about to swing his sword down, he saw a silvery-white line flash past his eyes.

The silver-white light from Tiger Eye Style: Ultimate Technique - Meteor arrived too fast; so fast that Kawaharada Naomori's pupils hadn't even fully contracted before the blade...

They were already right in front of him.

He instinctively tried to turn his head to dodge, but the speed of the Tiger Eye Style: Secret Technique far exceeded that of ordinary swordsmanship. The tip of the blade left an arc-shaped afterimage in his vision before precisely slicing across his throat.

Blood droplets scattered in the air. Kawaharada Naomori's hand was still gripping the sword, in a posture ready to strike, but his body had frozen in place.

A short, muffled breath escaped his throat, as if he were trying to say something, but his vocal cords had been severed, leaving only the hissing sound of airflow at the wound.

His body swayed and then leaned forward. Fang Qingzhou dodged to the side the moment he fell, and at the same time reached out to support his shoulder, stabbing the wedge into the chest of Kawarada Naomori, whose red dot was barely visible.

"General!" The dozen or so ordinary samurai who had also turned back cried out in unison when they saw Kawaharada Naomori's throat slit with a single blow.

Almost simultaneously, their hands gripped the hilts of their swords at their waists, and they charged at Fang Qingzhou together.

Fang Qingzhou did not retreat, but instead charged forward. Just as the warriors were about to surround him, he slightly bent his knees and then leaped into the air, his body spinning rapidly.

Whirlwind Slash is the skill he just selected on the skill panel. It's a style of attack that involves spinning and slashing at the surroundings. The sharp slashes combined with the momentum of the spin can easily engulf multiple enemies.

Even if surrounded by many people, this ninja technique will definitely allow you to escape, and the special way of holding the sword in the Tiger Eye style also increases the attack range of this move.

The foot soldiers who rushed up were completely unprepared for this move. As the blade of the slashed blade drew a perfect circular arc, the blades of the three foot soldiers at the front did not even have time to touch the hem of his clothes before three lines of blood appeared on his neck at the same time.

The remaining foot soldiers were forced back several steps by this move, and each of them had a look of horror on their face.

Without pausing after landing, Fang Qingzhou turned his blade again and thrust it toward the nearest foot soldier. The foot soldier hastily raised his sword to block, but the next moment the blade of the blade had already sliced ​​through his throat.

Another foot soldier seized the opportunity to slash from the side, the sound of the blade cutting through the air almost beside him. Fang Qingzhou did not dodge, but simply turned around on the spot, clenching his free left hand into a fist, his wrist bending into a tiger claw-like arc as he swung out, Tiger Eye Style: Tiger Fist.

The fist slammed directly into the side of the foot soldier's face, the force so great that the soldier's entire face twisted and deformed under the impact, his head snapped to one side, and he fell straight to the ground, falling into a deep, infant-like sleep.

The remaining foot soldiers finally broke down. Some threw down their swords and ran away, while others stood there trembling, barely able to hold their swords.

Fang Qingzhou didn't chase after the fleeing soldier. He simply swung his sword at the two closest foot soldiers, ending the battle cleanly and efficiently.

[Gain 260 experience points]

After the battle ended, Fang Qingzhou not only gained experience points, but also saw two paper figures slowly float out from the chests of the corpses on the ground.

They are translucent white, shaped like ordinary paper figures, but their texture appears to be more durable than ordinary paper.

The two paper figures floated silently in the air for a short while, then flew into his hand as if attracted by some kind of magnetic force.

Is this the soul? Fang Qingzhou carefully examined the two paper figures in his hand. The texture was not like paper, but rather like some kind of strange existence between matter and energy.

He didn't have any ninja tools yet, so the two paper figures were of little use for the time being. He carefully put them into his waist pouch.

He then carefully searched Kawaharada Naomori's body and found a Buddhist rosary and a gourd seed.

Fang Qingzhou carefully put both items away before standing up and looking at Jiulang in the bushes.

At this moment, Jiulang still covered his mouth tightly with both hands, not allowing himself to make any sound.

She hadn't forgotten her promise to the wolf, to do her best not to hold him back. She had seen the entire brief but bloody battle clearly, and her clear eyes were filled with fear and shock, but she didn't utter a sound.

"Jiulang, you can come out now." Fang Qingzhou shook the blood off his sword, sheathed it, and called out towards the bushes.

Jiulang then stood up from the withered grass, carefully walked around the corpses lying haphazardly on the ground, and walked to Fang Qingzhou's side.

Her gaze lingered for a moment on the foot soldiers lying in pools of blood, then she raised her hand and covered her mouth.

"You can still choose to go back now," Fang Qingzhou said.

Jiulang didn't speak, but she shook her head. Fang Qingzhou looked at Jiulang's stubborn little face and didn't say anything more to persuade her to go back.

The two continued onward, but strangely, they did not encounter any more patrolling soldiers.

Fang Qingzhou found it strange. Judging from the formation of that warrior general just now, there should still be a lot of troops searching for them in this area. How come they have all suddenly withdrawn?

Could it be that the news of him killing Kawaharada Naomori just got out and scared everyone else away?

But soon, the sound of gunfire erupted not far ahead, mixed with piercing screams and a low growl that sounded completely inhuman.

Fang Qingzhou soon saw a foot soldier still clutching a matchlock musket running desperately toward him, followed by a giant nearly three meters tall, wearing an iron shackle and hood, with only two red eyes showing.

It was still holding a person in its hand, and Fang Qingzhou recognized him at a glance. He was one of the foot soldiers who had escaped from its grasp earlier.

The next moment, the giant forcefully threw the person in his hand out, smashing him into the musketeer foot soldier who was still desperately trying to escape.

The musketeer was struck hard in the back by his comrade flying from behind, and fell forward like a bowling pin. His musket flew out of his hand and rolled several times on the ground before coming to a stop.

Before he could even get up, the huge foot had already stepped on his back. With a dull crack of bone and a short scream, the foot soldier's body stopped moving.

Fang Qingzhou pulled Jiulang behind him and said in a low voice, "Run back and hide behind that wooden house. Don't come out until I tell you."

He gripped the hilt of the sword, his gaze fixed on the massive figure before him.

He recognized the thing: the Red Oni, an elite monster encountered by players in Ashina Castle in the game. It was a giant human enhanced by some kind of modification technology, possessing immense strength but relatively low intelligence, and extremely afraid of fire.

It seems that the foot soldiers originally intended to release the red oni to deal with him, but somehow the beast went berserk, and the ones who were released were wiped out first.

However, Fang Qingzhou didn't have any fire in his hand at the moment, and the Crimson Demon was even larger than the Tyrant, so it looked like it was not to be trifled with.