Chapter 122 Special: The Death of the Upper Six: Each Upper Six's death is independent...
Xiaomei is dead.
The members of the Demon Slayer Corps erupted with unprecedented power, as if the resentment and anger accumulated over thousands of years were released tonight, smeared on the tip of the knife, giving it dozens of times the power, splitting through the layers of cannibals. In the mess all over the ground, the limbs of humans and demons were entangled together, and blood filled the tip of the nose and transmitted to the brain.
The gorgeous attack of Breathing of Sound unfolded before their eyes, with brilliant light and fireworks. Despite Mei's hundred years of training, she was still one step behind. When her brother Jifutaro was entangled by the other two pillars, his head was chopped off by the curved blade.
She opened her eyes wide unwillingly and called her brother's name: "Save me! Brother!"
Tears fell on the ground covered with pus and blood, and flowed through the rotten dead leaves. At the last moment, her blue eyes looked at her brother who was blocked by three humans.
She had forgotten to curse the human swordsman. The moment she saw the Sun Blade mercilessly pierce her brother's body, her repeated whispers of "Save me!" suddenly rose in pitch and became - "Run!"
Xiaomei's last bit of strength was exhausted, but her blue eyes were still fixed on her brother whom she missed so much.
Those eyes were filled with tears, which flowed intermittently across her pretty little face. Her body fell to the side and began to turn into rubbish. Only the pretty little face that had been praised by the Ghost King remained until the last moment.
The last trace of connection also went from weak to nothing.
Jifutaro's blood was even colder than the night when Xiaomei was burned. Blood seeped out from the gaps between his fingers that were holding the weapon, and a stiff expression appeared on his face, which was completely different from his sister's.
He would rather Xiaomei continued to curse him loudly.
The burning sensation of the Sun Blade piercing his body on his back was so intense that he was sure that when the blade chopped off his head, the same scorching heat would cut off his last hope.
What about Mei? Did she also experience the same burning and pain when the Nichirin sword chopped off her head?
Chifutaro exhaled a shuddering breath.
Ando Tsukasa once joked with him that when a ghost is about to die, its past experiences will emerge in its mind, which is called a "revolving lantern". The moment that flashes before its eyes seems to have passed a long time, but it is indeed only a moment.
A revolving lantern?
But his life experience was unremarkable. He only had Xiaomei. He ran around for Xiaomei. When he saw Xiaomei happy, he was happy too. When he saw Xiaomei angry, he was angry too. Then he went crazy to solve his sister's troubles.
Xiaomei was burned to death.
Why did a sister who had become a ghost have to endure such pain from being burned by flames? The images that emerged in Jifutaro's mind were dominated by his sister. His miserable childhood and youth left no trace. In the end, he remembered that snowy night when he held Xiaomei's charred body and looked at the dark world in despair.
He has nowhere to go.
He has no scruples anymore.
With his last bit of strength, Jifutaro thrust his weapon fiercely into the human swordsman's body, just like they had killed his sister, but they would never experience the feeling of burning flames.
All his hopes were burned out, and he no longer cared about what would happen next, what tomorrow night would be like, or what the swordsman under his command would be like. In his dim world, he only saw his sister pacing in front of him, urging him to keep up.
That’s right, Jifutaro’s body fell heavily on top of the bodies lying all over the place. There was not a single piece of good flesh on his body. The broken blade of the Nichirin Sword pierced the side of his neck, and the powerful blood of the upper rank was flowing. His neck was tilted, facing his sister who had become nothing - Xiaomei was waiting for him.
How nice it would be to become a cannibal.
There was no trace left in his death, just like his life.
Jifutaro looked at the place greedily. Among the dead leaves and limbs, the fragments of Xiaomei's kimono were soaked and wrinkled. Was it tears or blood? After the power was gone, he could not see clearly even with squinting eyes.
The Upper Six siblings died.
The Demon Slayer Corps also paid a heavy price.
The first person to receive the news of the Upper Moon's death was undoubtedly Suzuki Kawa, followed by the other Upper Moons.
Suzuki Chuan looked up at a place in the forest, closed his eyes, stretched out his hand, and a ball of green flame leaped in his palm. He whispered, "Go, lead them to find the way home."
The green flame shook, and the tip of the flame flickered, then immediately turned into a stream of light and flew towards that place.
All the dead souls, cleansed by the blue flames, flew towards the path of reincarnation.
The blue eyes reflected a light color under the light. Suzuki Kawa's psychic eyes, which had been silent for a hundred years, awakened again.
It has its first mission after awakening: to liberate the souls of the dead.
Unlike the previous times when Suzuki Kawa was in charge, the awakened psychic eye can work completely on its own, directing the flames to find those wandering souls and guiding them to leave, so that they no longer have to stay in the human world.
It was curious why its master appeared in such a tragic battlefield, and was also happy with the achievement of guiding the direction. The lively green light shuttled happily in the mountains and forests, pulling the dead souls towards the path of reincarnation without discrimination.
A brother and sister appeared in front.
The psychic flame was very happy. It flew in front of them and a road covered with small green flowers appeared in front of them.
Xiaomei tugged at her brother's clothes, her eyes widening as she asked, "Don't we have to go to hell?"
Jifu Taro didn't understand either.
The psychic flame moved its body. It couldn't speak, but its meaning was clearly conveyed to their minds.
[Repeated sins will not be compounded, a new life will open up for you.]
[Go and embrace your new life.]
"Will we be brother and sister in our next life?" Xiaomei looked at the road covered with green flowers but hesitated to take a step.
The prostitute Taro didn't move. He whispered, "I don't know either."
Seeing that they stayed where they were, Psychic Flame urged them anxiously.
The prostitute Taro blinked, then suddenly grabbed his sister's hand and said, "If you're worried about getting lost, hold on tight."
"From cradle to grave, hold each other's hands forever."
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