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

A verdant feather swept past.

Zuocun stopped spinning, turned his head and smiled slightly.

Pheasant feathers return to their sheaths.

Sizzle—!

Dozens of evil spirits standing in the path of Zuocun's sword technique were directly destroyed and torn to shreds, black liquid spurting from all parts of their bodies, before collapsing powerlessly.

"Okita, now I've surpassed you in numbers." Samura chuckled twice as he looked at Okita Souji, who was hanging in mid-air with one of his hands holding onto Miss A-Long's hand.

"..." Okita broke free from Miss A-Long's grasp, jumped back to the ground, looked at the large puddle of black water that had not yet disappeared, and then looked at Sa-Mura.

"Huh? Okita, what's wrong?" Samura took two steps back.

Ryoma looked at the two samurai, who were younger than him but whose strength far surpassed his own, and smiled.

"Truly... heroes emerge in chaotic times." Miss Arlong returned to the ground, Ryoma dismounted from her back, and Miss Arlong transformed back into her human form.

When Ms. Okita first saw Ms. Arlong's true form a while ago, she excitedly shouted "So cool!" Ms. Arlong now really likes this little girl.

The surrounding evil spirits finally felt a trace of fear and hesitated whether to step forward.

The fighting power displayed by these four people was simply too strong; this was the first time these evil spirits had ever seen such powerful individuals.

Although the evil spirit will be able to reappear from the drowned tomorrow, the pain from being slashed is real.

"What happened here?" a voice came from one side of the square.

Zuocun looked back.

That face... Zuocun is quite familiar with it.

“It’s you…Hideo Kurokawa.” His eyes narrowed slightly, and his hand was already on the hilt of the kimono.

The man who came was the former village chief of Kurokawa Shimomura, and the culprit behind all this tragedy.

Hideo Kurokawa.

"Hmm?" Kurokawa Hideo looked at Samura. "You are...?"

His pupils contracted slightly: "That brat from back then."

He chuckled casually: "You escaped from hell without even realizing it, and instead returned to this world where the dead revel... Should I call you foolish, or adorable?"

“I’m neither stupid nor cute. But you, whether in life or in death, are utter scum…” Okita Souji and Sakamoto Ryoma stood beside Samura, while Miss Aryu floated behind the three of them.

“There are other ways to pray for blessings, but you, the village chief, insist on choosing the most sinful and cruel method... It is because those in power are villains like you that Japan has been unable to truly move forward.” Ryoma looked unusually angry. “I will surely kill you, the most wicked and sinful of all the ghosts of Kurokawa Shimomura, Kurokawa Hideo.”

“Although I don’t know much, I only gleaned a few words from Zuocun, but… you lewd old man did something really outrageous to a very beautiful woman, didn’t you?” Okita held the knife to the side of his head, staring expressionlessly at Kurokawa Hideo.

"...What a bunch of eloquent brats, acting like they know everything." Kurokawa Hideo gritted his teeth. "If she hadn't refused to comply, I wouldn't have failed... Never mind, what does this have to do with you guys?"

"Kid, you don't really think that just because you killed me once in winter, you can swagger around here, do you?"

Hideo Kurokawa raised his head and looked at Samura with disdain.

"If it weren't for the cold winter weather freezing my blood, do you really think... you could defeat me?"

"You little brat—?"

As Hideo Kurokawa spoke, he let out a strange laugh.

Then, his body began to change rapidly.

During winter, Hideo Kurokawa was not much different from the evil spirit of the villager that Samura had just killed; both were slightly taller than normal people and had bodies that looked like they were swollen from edema.

But now—

It was as tall as two people, its body wrapped in fish bones and seaweed, resembling a demon, and shrouded in a thick, fiery resentment.

This is the full expression of Hideo Kurokawa and Shimomura Kurokawa.

King of Evil Spirits.

"You should know that of those 367 innocent people, I dragged more than two hundred of them into this mess." The monster spoke in the voice of Hideo Kurokawa, with a hint of pleasure and savagery. "Having obtained more than two hundred portions of that woman Yukina's resentment, I am absolutely the strongest in Kurokawa Shimomura."

"And you, do you intend to kill me with just your fragile blades?"

"Give it a try!"

Samura looked at Kurokawa Hideo, smelling the disgusting stench, and just smiled.

He stretched out his hands to stop Sakamoto Ryoma and Okita Souji from making a move.

"Then—I'll give it a try."

......

The back mountain.

Hoshiguma Setsuna sensed something was wrong.

"What exactly happened... what happened in the village?" She was a little angry and a little scared. "Why are there so many evil spirits returning to the corpses tonight?"

She stood up.

"Mom—" Hoshiguma Setsuna shouted towards the ridge.

"Roar—" On the ridge, a huge black shadow wriggled and revealed its scarlet eyes.

Her eyesight was poor at night, but she still followed her daughter's calls and came to the lakeside.

"Xueina."

The black bear disappeared, and transformed into a woman who looked very mature.

She was a powerful demon, so naturally she knew how to transform into human form.

"Mommy, something really strange has happened in the village," Xue Nai said, hugging the bear mother and acting coquettishly.

"Alright, alright, Mommy will go check." Mama Bear sighed. "Xue Nai, will you just wait here quietly for a bit?"

"Hmm." Hoshiguma Yukina only shows this side of herself to her mother.

The mother bear transformed back into her original form, her body as large as a small mountain, and ran up the mountain.

Hoshiguma Setsuna patted her face.

"Mom, I hope nothing bad happens... This person is probably very strong, I need to protect our main bodies..." Hoshiguma Yukina looked at the human body, sighed, and her eyes dimmed.

Directly beneath the human pillar lies another, enormous skeleton.

Those are... the remains of a bear.

In the village of Kurokawa.

Okita Souji and Sakamoto Ryoma drove away the other evil spirits, and Miss Aryu flew in the sky, arms crossed, looking down.

In the square of Shimomura Kurokawa, only Samura and Hideo Kurokawa remained.

Hideo Kurokawa opened his disgusting mouth and sprayed a mouthful of something filled with the stench of corpses toward the direction of Samura.

Zuocun jumped up, but not very high. Unless he needed to gather his strength, Zuocun usually wouldn't jump that high.

Dodging the attack of vomit, a sharp fishbone slashed towards Zuocun. Zuocun's eyes narrowed, and he drew a pheasant feather to block it.

"Quick reaction, kid..." Hideo Kurokawa let out a strange laugh, and another fishbone emerged from his wrist, stabbing towards Samura.

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Chapter 312 The Power of Mother Bear

Samura drew his sword, turned around, squatted down, and slashed at Kurokawa Hideo's right leg.

puff-

The foul-smelling blood spurted out, and Hideo Kurokawa, whose right leg had been severed, was unsteady on his feet. Samura lurched backward.

Without hesitation, he leaped up and slashed at Hideo Kurokawa with his pheasant feathers.

Hideo Kurokawa gritted his teeth, intending to use the fishbone to defend himself.

but.

click -

With the fishbone broken, Hideo Kurokawa's arm was chopped off by Samura.

"Ugh—!" Hideo Kurokawa screamed, frantically clutching his severed arm and retreating.

Samura, carrying pheasant feathers, approached Kurokawa Hideo.

"Your so-called strongest—"

Is that all?

Hideo Kurokawa retreated.

He had no idea that this person named Zuocun would be so strong.

Although he was instantly killed by Zuo Cun in winter, his strength was severely limited by the temperature, and he was less than one-tenth of his original strength.

But now, even with his full and powerful strength, he was still easily crushed by this young samurai.

Although Samura was merely carrying the wakizashi and walking slowly towards him, in Kurokawa Hideo's eyes, Samura at this moment—

Just like that night when Hoshiguma Yukina slaughtered Kurokawa Shimomura.

So powerful that no one could fight back.

"You keep calling others trash, but you don't know... you are actually the biggest trash." Zuocun swung his sword again, severing Kurokawa Hideo's other arm.

"Ah—" Hideo Kurokawa screamed again.

“A person like you, living in this world, becoming the head of a village,” Zuo Cun said expressionlessly, chopping off another leg of the monster. “It’s the greatest insult to the human race.”

"Uh—no—ah—"

"I hope we never meet again, Hideo Kurokawa..."

One strike—decapitation.

"Filthy, scum." Zuo Cun spat, then sheathed his pheasant feathers.

Most of the other evil spirits retreated.