In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

On the west side of the mountain, Zuocun saw a village, which was quite large.

Zuo Cun smiled. It seemed that they wouldn't need to advance at night. Although the moonlight shone brightly on the snow, it was truly cold.

It took Zuo Cun twenty minutes to descend from the mountaintop to the village. He looked at a large stone at the village entrance, on which was probably carved the village's name.

"Kurokawa Shimomura..."

There were no sentry posts in the village, and only two main roads running horizontally and vertically. When Zuo Cun entered the village, he found it to be surprisingly quiet and deserted.

He frowned.

The houses in the village looked very old, as if no one had lived there for a long time.

However, the arrangement of all these things made Zuo Cun feel that this village should be inhabited.

This village, called Kurokawa Shimomura, struck Samura as very strange.

I circled Zuocun twice but didn't see a single villager.

“Strange…” Zuo Cun felt something was wrong.

He pushed open the door of a house and went inside.

The courtyard was simply covered with snow, making it look somewhat desolate.

"Excuse me." Zuo Cun walked straight into the living room and said without any politeness.

The room was empty, but strangely, there was no dust, and everything seemed perfectly orderly.

There were even teacups on the tea table.

Zuocun picked up a teacup.

The teacup was empty, but it was very clean.

call--

Zuocun's ears caught a sound.

He instinctively gripped the hilt of the katana, didn't shout, but turned his head to look.

The courtyard remained empty.

Zuocun left the living room, frowning.

What exactly happened in this village?

Why does everything seem so strangely illogical?

Zuocun left this house and went to another house.

The house was rather small. When Zuo Cun opened the door, he could only smell a musty odor.

Approaching the table, there was a plate on it, containing a rotten, moldy chicken.

"This..." Zuo Cun suddenly felt a discomfort in his heart.

This is a warning against malice.

Somewhere, somewhere, something is watching me, radiating malice towards me.

Moreover, this malice is very strong.

"Tsk." Zuo Cun lowered his head and thought for a moment.

He rushed out of the houses, jumped onto the rooftops, and quickly left the village.

However, the feeling of being maliciously watched did not disappear at all.

He came to a wasteland and drew his katana.

"Please show yourself, sir." Although somewhat fearful and uneasy, Zuo Cun's eyes were cold and his aura was like a sword as he looked around.

After Zuocun drew his sword, the malice slowly subsided.

Zuo Cun felt his tightly gripped heart relax, took two deep breaths, and looked at Kurokawa Shimomura not far away.

Something absolutely must have happened in this village that shouldn't have happened.

He sheathed his sword and lowered his head to think.

Then he took his first step.

Samurai, a privileged class. Their purpose was not to enjoy themselves, but to lead others.

He decided to go back to the village to investigate what had happened there.

If the person who came here today were not Zuocun, but someone else, that suffocating malice would be enough to kill a person.

Meanwhile, a figure halfway up the mountain, seemingly drowsy, shook off the snow covering its body.

Beneath the white snow, black fur was revealed.

And scarlet eyes.

Roar......

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Chapter 305 The Supernatural Changes in Shimomura Kurokawa

As Zuocun began to move towards the village, that malice resurfaced in his heart.

"really."

Zuo Cun stood still, pondered for a moment, then threw his raincoat on the ground and leaped high into the air.

......

Halfway up Kurokawa Mountain, a colossal being looked down at the leaping Zuocun below.

"Is he... a powerful... samurai...?"

A hint of caution flashed in his scarlet eyes.

"Let's go take a look..."

......

The malice had not disappeared; Zuo Cun first went to the large stone at the entrance of the village.

After brushing away the snow from the stone, Zuocun wanted to see if there were any other written clues on it.

"Sure enough."

Below the somewhat damaged, reddish "Kurokawa Shimomura" inscription, there are two lines of smaller characters.

"The village was founded in July 1802... The village head of Kurokawa Shimomura was Hideo Kurokawa..."

Zuocun frowned.

He left the large stone and went to the first house he had entered earlier.

Inside the living room, Zuo Cun looked at a portrait hanging on the wall.

The portrait depicts a man, approximately fifty years old, and the text below is presumably his name.

"Is this a self-portrait by Hideo Kurokawa, painted in 1802?" Stepping out of the room, Samura looked up at the sky.

It was getting dark, and Zuocun hadn't eaten for a while.

Zuo Cun was still unable to find out about the many strange things in the village. The snow continued to fall, and a thick layer of gloom hung over Zuo Cun's heart.

Suddenly, the malicious warning made Zuo Cun's heart pound violently.

boom--!!!

A loud commotion came from behind Zuocun.

Zuocun turned around in an instant.

call--

"What—!" A masked figure rushed towards him, but in the next instant, Zuo Cun felt a little drowsy.

He forced himself to stand up, drew his katana, and looked at the shadowy figure.

The shadowy figure was about two people tall, and for some unknown reason, Zuo Cun couldn't see it clearly.

All that could be seen were those scarlet eyes and the living room behind them, which had been smashed open.

The shadowy figure seemed to want to leave, and Zuo Cun gritted his teeth.

Before losing consciousness, he managed to squeeze out a few words: "Don't even think about leaving..."

thump.

......

Lake Kurokawa is located in the mountains.

The blackness in the lake gradually shrank.

The direction of the shrinkage is towards the west of the lake.

A black, cocoon-like object slowly rose from the water.

The sky darkened completely, with thick, dark clouds obscuring the heavens.

Kurokawa Shimomura was completely deserted.

Bright lights.

......

Zuocun rubbed his head and got up from the tatami mat.

Did I... fall asleep...?

"Ah, you're awake, young man." A pleasant female voice came from behind.

Ugh?

Zuo Cun shook his head and looked toward the source of the sound.

A woman dressed in gorgeous Wu clothing was looking at him gently.