At the moment when the people from the Yufune family covered their eyes with black cloth and cautiously stepped into the shrine, Bai Liu stepped back and pushed open the door of the shrine.

The heavy red wooden door creaked when it was pushed open. The leader of the boatmen immediately drew out the knife from his waist and shouted angrily in the direction of the sound: "Who?!"

"Sacrificial offering, Bai Liu." Bai Liu smiled and turned around, his eyebrows slightly raised, "People from the Yu family, the sacrifice you want is here, why don't you come and get it?"

The leader of the boatman Yu paused, and swung the knife in his hand towards the place where Bai Liujiao was running: "Go! Take him into the shrine!"

"yes!"

The other samurai of the Yuchuan family answered loudly, blindfolded themselves, drew their short swords, and practiced keeping their distance, trotting towards the direction where the sound of Bai Liujiao's footsteps came from.

At the moment when this group of warriors were about to reach Bai Liu's direction, the wooden door of the shrine was opened again.

Bai Liu pushed the door open with a calm expression.

"Who is it again?!" The leader of the Yuchuan family turned around abruptly. He had already walked to the door of the shrine. He turned around and clamped the knife on Bai Liu's neck as he opened the door. He asked in a sharp voice, "You are here so late at night. Who are you from? What are you doing in the shrine?"

Bai Liu quickly glanced at Bai Liu standing opposite him and instantly understood what had happened.

Bai Liu smiled at Bai Liu, then waved and disappeared behind the shrine.

Bai Liu retracted his gaze and used his hand to block the knife that the man had placed on his neck: "Didn't you ask me to come here?"

"You are Bai Liu?!" The leader of the Yu boat family asked in surprise. He swung his knife back and forth in the direction where Bai Liu and Bai Liu left. "You are Bai Liu, then who was that person just now?"

"I want to know too." Bai Liu walked quickly inside without stopping. He shook the whip in his hand, turned his wrist, and said calmly, "So get out of the way. I want to go in."

The blindfolded man noticed the long whip in Bai Liu's hand and his face darkened: "If you are Bai Liu, you can only do one thing here - that is to be sacrificed."

"Why do you carry a weapon?!"

As he spoke, he moved the knife in his right hand towards Bai Liu's neck, trying to force Bai Liu to retreat, and reached down with his left hand to snatch the whip, the weapon, from Bai Liu's hand.

Bai Liu swung the whip with his right hand without looking away, and the whip hit the face of the leader, Yu Chuanjia, cleanly and crisply, knocking him away directly. He then nimbly jumped over his falling and tumbling body and went straight into the shrine.

As soon as the boatman was swept away by Bai Liu, he realized something was wrong. The moment he fell to the ground, he turned around and raised his hand to grab Bai Liu's ankle, but Bai Liu dodged it lightly. The man raised his head and roared hoarsely: "Stop Bai Liu! There's something wrong with him!"

The warriors on both sides instantly raised their swords and lined up in front of Bai Liu. The silver sword light cast a dazzling band of light in Bai Liu's eyes, reflecting Bai Liu's cold brows. He raised his right hand, raised the white bone whip with blood on the end, and swung it down with great force and extremely fast speed.

When the white bone whip was swung to its highest point, it looked like a scorpion's tail, and it seemed that it could hook the silver moon in the sky.

The bone whip was raised high, then fell through the air, making a sharp "whoosh" sound.

“Swoosh—bang—bang—!!”

Scattered, dazzling spots of light rose from the middle of the moon, and then, as if being lashed by a whip, the light spots exploded and split into millions of fireworks fragments, falling down in large numbers.

“Everyone, don’t panic!” The servants of the Kitahara family waved their hands, comforting the blindfolded members of the Kitahara family who were frightened by the sound of fireworks, and explained hoarsely, “It’s the sound of fireworks! Not the sound of any weapons!”

"Everyone, follow my voice. The shrine is fully equipped for fire prevention. There is also a pond that draws spring water from the mountain. We will be safe once we are inside the shrine!"

The wooden door was pushed open again.

A strong smell of blood hit their faces. The servants of the Kitahara family twitched their noses twice. Cold sweat dripped down their temples that were blackened by the smoke from the fire, and wet the white gauze scarves they used to cover their eyes.

The hand of the Kitahara family servant who opened the door began to tremble slightly. He reached out to pull it down to see what was happening in this bloody shrine, but the moment he touched the gauze, he froze.

...Take off the veil. If he sees the evil god's corpse, he will be dead.

Just as the Beiyuan family servant who opened the door was still in shock and had not decided whether to move forward or backward, the Beiyuan family member behind him screamed in fear: "Why hasn't the person in front of you gone in yet! The fire is about to burn up!"

Before the Kitahara family servant leading the way had time to react, the people behind him pushed in in panic.

The Kitahara servant who was the last to rush in was still fumbling around for the door latch, and finally he found it on the side, and with a fierce downward slash, he closed the door and blocked the flames that were licking up.

The pair of bluestone lanterns standing at the entrance of the shrine were instantly burned gray by the flames.

The servant who closed the door inside knelt on the ground with his hands on his knees, with an ecstatic look on his face: "We succeeded! There are many pools in the shrine! We are safe here!"

"The soil here is all wet..."

Having said this, the servant grabbed a handful of soil with both hands. Then he stopped still, slowly stood up, raised the wet soil in his hands and brought it close to his nose to sniff it.

Salty rusty taste.

His face turned pale in an instant, and he threw away the dirt on his hands in fear, kicked his legs back and screamed, "It's blood! It's all blood!"

Soon his back was pressed against a man's leg. The man was blindfolded and turned around in fear to grab the man's leg: "...There is something wrong with the shrine, shall we get out first?"

A drop of blood hit the gauze on the man's face. His movements paused for a moment, and then he slowly raised his head as if he realized something.

Through the sharp edge of the gauze, the last trace of blood on the man's face disappeared. He loosened his hand with a blank expression and opened his mouth.

The person, or rather the corpse, who was leaning against his back was wearing the uniform of a black warrior of the Yufu family. A dagger had pierced his nose. At this moment, the corpse was leaning against the bell of the shrine gate with his eyes wide open, holding the huge bell used to make wishes at the shrine gate in his hand.

Everywhere you look on the ground, there are corpses of black warriors wearing boatman's clothes. Their necks were cut off by a whip, and their heads were rolling all over the ground. They died with their eyes open. Some of the daggers in their hands were thrown out, while some were not, broken by the whip, leaving only half of them in the palms of the headless corpses.

The corpse's legs were shaken twice by the Kitahara family's servants, and it slowly fell face down. He was tightly clenching the bell in his hand, which seemed to be used to alert others. As his body fell, it finally rang.

The ringing of the bell, along with the servant's hysterical, tearful scream, came from the burning shrine: "Someone is slaughtering the shrine!!!"

The moon in the sky above the shrine seemed to have been reflected into a blood moon because of the slaughter. The speed at which the fireworks rose and exploded became faster. In the distance, one could faintly hear the cheers and celebrations of the crowd on the seaside. It seemed that this summer festival fireworks display was about to reach its climax.

“Swish—swish—bang!”

The fireworks changed from colorful to a blinding red. A flare was mixed in and exploded. It was the same bright red color, and it was unnoticeable among the clusters of red fireworks.

The servant of Yufu, who was guarding the fire tower, saw the signal flare through a telescope. His expression turned pale and he quickly called Yufu: "Master Yufu, the samurai besieging the shrine have sent a signal for help."

"A signal for help?" Yu Chuan, who was standing on the high platform, narrowed his eyes. "Are you sure it's a signal for help, not a signal that the mission is accomplished?"

The servant raised his telescope again and confirmed the phone number: "It's still being sent. It's indeed a signal flare for help."

“What a bunch of rubbish.” Yu Chuan glanced at the clansmen of the six major families who were collecting arrows for hunting old sacrifices below the stage, and his face darkened. “The night celebration of hunting old sacrifices in the Chuan Palace is about to end. The major families have already hunted the sacrifices and are about to bring them up for the sacrifice. They have only completed a simple task of clearing out the remnants of the Kitahara family and offering the sacrifice Bai Liu, but they haven’t completed it yet and they still need help?!”

"Then..." the servant asked hesitantly, "Do you want to provide assistance, Master Yushun?"

Yu Chuan gritted his teeth and said, "Of course I will! Otherwise, all my efforts would be in vain!"

The servant nodded quickly: "Yes! I will immediately notify the remaining samurai warriors who stayed on the mountain to enter the shrine!"

He took out a purple-red flare from the fire-watching platform and lit it towards the sky.

"call out--!!"

Purple-red fireworks exploded. The Uefune warriors who had stayed on the top of the mountain saw this scene, frowned, looked at each other in the dark, quickly raised the black cloth hanging around their necks over their eyes, and moved quickly towards the shrine.

"That's..." Kitahara Xiaokui, who was halfway through her run being dragged by her sister, suddenly heard some strange fireworks exploding. She raised her head abruptly, and her pupils shrank when she saw the purple-red signal bomb rising straight and fast from the fire tower, "The siege signal bomb of the Yuchuan family!"

The moment she saw the brightly colored flare in her merged memory, it was as if she was set on fire.

"Sending this signal is equivalent to the Mifune family issuing a killing order. All the samurai they have trained will be dispatched and will not give up until the goal is achieved."

"They want to kill Bai Liu and completely wipe out the Kitahara family..."

As Kitahara Xiaokui muttered to herself in a trance, she saw a single sky lantern rising up. The reflection of the lantern in her pupils made her shudder.

——That was the lamp that Bai Liu carried with him every night when he went to see the evil god and walked along the mountain road.

But this lamp was thrown aside carelessly by Bai Liu who was in a hurry to rescue his sister. At this moment, it was burned to a skeleton and flew towards the dark sky with the heat wave.

It's like a soul about to be taken away by the gods.

Sou Tai suddenly shook off Xiao Kui's hand that was holding him, covered his mouth, coughed, and ran towards the fire.

Xiao Kui came back to her senses and grabbed his shoulders, and asked in surprise: "That's the shrine and the Kitahara family in the fire! What are you going to do!!"

"Didn't you say that Yusen was going to kill Bai Liusama? I'm going to save Bai Liusama!" Sota was coughing from the smoke, and he said with tears in his eyes, "And [Souta] and [Bai Liusama]!"

"I left them in the attic of the Kitahara family. They will be burned to death if we continue like this!"

Xiao Kui gritted her teeth and said, "Are you crazy? Do you know what it means to mobilize all the warriors of the Yufu family?"

"Killing you is easier than chopping carrots!"

Souta sobbed and shook his head: "I don't know. I only know that Master Bailu and the little cats have allowed me to live a good life here. I have not been used as a sacrifice, and I have never suffered. They have helped me a lot and taught me a lot."

"I have never felt that this world is beautiful because of the teachings of the teachers of the Kitahara family, but I think that the love that Master Bai Liu has for Master Xie Shen is beautiful."

Sou Tai burst into tears: "I don't want to see Master Bai Liu die!"

"They should have had a happy ending! Isn't that what fairy tales always say?"

"Fairy tales are all..." Xiao Kui clenched her teeth, closed her eyes, and her teeth trembled as she tried to shatter Souta's fantasy, "All..."

——Deceptive.

The burning lamp swayed and fell not far from her, and slowly went out, just like the light in her eyes in another world line.

【Love is deceptive.】

Bai Liu knelt in front of the shrine with a smile, and said with empty eyes: [There is no love in this world. ]

[Because there is no one who believes that love exists. ]

【Only pain is eternal. 】

Xiao Kui suddenly opened her eyes. She looked at the burnt mountain and took a deep breath. The blazing light was reflected in her eyes. "You go to Beiyuan's house to save the two cats. I'll go to the mountain and find Bai Liu by taking a detour."