Chapter 49 Xie Hua and his sister

He had dark green curly hair and black fingernails. When he ran, many black spots could be seen on his body and face, and even his striped kimono could not hide his emaciated figure.

Iwakatsu was certain he hadn't misread it; it was Gyutaro, one of the Upper Moon Six in the original work.

He turned around, went around to the back of the alley, jumped onto the roof, and silently followed. After these few times, Yan Sheng had realized that whenever he encountered someone, it was usually because tragedy had already occurred.

Um, why do I feel like I'm some kind of ghost?

Yan Sheng was sweating profusely. "No way... wait, what am I thinking? It must be because of the plot correction."

Iwakatsu shook off the jumbled thoughts in his mind and watched Gyutaro, who had caught up with the pursuers, say goodbye to his companions, and leave. Iwakatsu instinctively looked around for any signs of fire.

"Um?"

Iwakatsu sensed a familiar presence and stood up to look down. The first thing he saw was Doma with his white-brown hair and red kimono.

Doma also saw Iwakatsu. His pupils contracted, and he gave a surprised yet understanding smile, raising his left hand slightly to wave.

"..."

Kokushi's face instantly turned as black as charcoal. He now wanted to kill Doma more than chase after Gyutaro. Kokushi turned around; it was better for him and for Doma to leave now.

"Oh, Lord Kokushibo, I didn't expect to meet you here~."

Douma's voice rang out from behind him. Iwakatsu stopped in his tracks, turned around and stared at Douma without saying a word.

"Lord Kokushibo, you look even more charming today~".

Doma touched his cheek with his left hand, looked at Iwakatsu with a smile, and said earnestly.

"Um?"

Iwakatsu reached out and stabbed Doma through the abdomen. He pulled his hand out, and blood trickled down his pale arm.

"Shut up."

"Alright, Lord Kokushibo."

Looking at Iwakatsu, who was frowning, Douma said with a mix of helplessness and regret, which made Iwakatsu want to kill him even more.

"Wow, look! It looks like there's a fire over there!"

A sudden sound caught Yan Sheng's attention. A towering flame flashed by and then slowly died down, like a tiny, insignificant spark. Yan Sheng stood up. He had seen that fleeting fire, a moment too easily forgotten.

"Eh~ Lord Kokushibo, you've seen it too, it's on fire."

"Um…"

——

Gyutaro ran frantically; he had just seen the flames—it was his and Mei's house.

"Plum, plum, plum!"

Looking at the smoking crater, Gyutaro staggered over. He gritted his teeth, staring intently at the charred corpse.

"Aaaaaaahh ...

My Mei, my beautiful sister, my only one.

"No! No, no, no—don't take my things away!"

Gyutaro held his dying sister tightly, embracing her charred body.

"Why, why, why! I received nothing, and now I'm being taken away! Unforgivable, unforgivable!"

Tears streamed uncontrollably from his wide eyes as he roared and howled. Every muscle in his body was taut and bulging with rage.

"Give me back my sister right now, or I'll kill gods and destroy Buddhas!"

"puff--."

A middle-aged samurai slashed his back from behind, drawing blood. In the moonlight, the samurai's bandaged face was particularly striking.

"It's this guy, isn't it?!"

"Yes, yes, that's right."

A middle-aged woman in a kimono appeared behind the samurai; Gyutaro remembered the voices of both of them. He lay down on the ground, one hand tightly embracing Mei, the other secretly grabbing the sickle beside him.

"Thank you for helping me deal with that troublesome guy."

The proprietress's voice came through, filled with lingering fear.

"He's really ruthless. He always beats people up badly when he takes money. Lately, we just can't stop him."

She spoke helplessly, her hand cautiously reaching forward to grasp the samurai's robe.

"It's a pity, Mei. I'll introduce you to even prettier girls, so money..."

"Wait a minute, I'll kill him first and we'll talk about it later..."

Damn it, damn it!

Upon hearing this, Gyutaro's pupils constricted, and he raised his head menacingly, grabbing his scythe. For a fleeting moment, he felt more than just a gust of wind sweep past him.

"ah--."

The samurai turned around in horror and saw the proprietress die in agony, her neck pierced by a scythe, blood spurting onto the ground.

"Your clothes are nice. You've been living that kind of life since you were born, haven't you?"

Gyutaro squatted in front of the proprietress, toying with a sickle. His striped kimono was stained with blood from a wound on his back. He seemed to have no idea what was going on, and his tone was generally angry.

"That's great, that's really great! People like that shouldn't be chattering and making a fuss over losing an eye."

The samurai drew his long sword and charged at Gyutaro, only to have his head severed in two by a backhand scythe.

Two dead bodies lay beside the fire pit. Gyutaro, carrying the charred Mei, staggered along the deserted street. All around were quiet, ornate houses. Snow began to fall, scattering onto them.

Gyutaro hadn't walked far when he collapsed, unable to hold on any longer. He held the dark-skinned Mei tightly in his arms, not wanting her to be hurt again.

Why? Why is this world so unfair?

He stared blankly at the snow-covered sky, feeling utterly weak, the wound on his back throbbing with excruciating pain.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? You look so pitiful."

A clear, crisp voice reached Gyutaro's ears. He saw a man wearing a blood-stained kimono, his white-orange hair looking as if it had been splashed with blood. He smiled, his seven-colored, glass-like eyes looking at Gyutaro.

What's most shocking is that his mouth is still stained with blood, he holds a woman's head in one hand, and a corpse in the other. Behind him stands a woman in a light purple kimono, her long black hair tied up. She covers her mouth and nose with her sleeve, her long eyelashes casting shadows on her crimson pupils. She stands there, also looking at Gyutaro.

"Oh dear, how pitiful you are, don't you think, Lord Kokushibo?"

Doma turned around, looking at Iwakatsu with a smile in his eyes, his tone filled with sympathy and helplessness.

Looking at the two children lying in the snow, Yan Sheng couldn't help but think of their backgrounds as described in the original story, and a tightness in his chest tightened. These two children had truly suffered; Yan Sheng had to admit that they had tried their best to live, but fate was unfair.

"Oh dear, that girl is about to die, but I'm very gentle, you know. I won't abandon you. What do you think, Lord Kokushibo?"

Why are you messaging me too? Hurry up and do it, or someone will die.

Iwakatsu looked at Doma, who was staring at him instead of making a move, and was speechless. He could only give a perfunctory reply.

"Hmm, he's a promising talent."

"Look, both Kokushibo and I are kind. Let's give you our blood. If we both get chosen by that lord, we can become demons and be together forever."