Chapter 897: The King of Ghosts Descends, the Wrath of the Green Ghost

The ghost screaming is absurd and ridiculous.

But the wandering warriors couldn't laugh.

They just took one step, passed by a blood-dendri flower, and came from the sunny sky to the netherworld of ghosts.

The wandering warriors wore conical hats and had swords on their waists. They had an ominous black aura on them, as if they were contaminated by an evil spirit, and their eyes were bloodshot.

He drew his sword and looked carefully at any abnormalities around him.

"You go up..." A man from the wandering warriors raised his chin to the ghost with ghost horns, "After all, you are a ghost too. Even if you meet a ghost, you should be able to talk to him!"

The young ghost felt cold and his breath felt like frost. In the dark sky, in the enchanting sea of ​​flowers, a young girl became clear from the haziness.

On Mingzhui Beach, endless death energy and endless blood, under the leadership of Jiang Yi, turned into nutrients to increase the power of the "Blood Dendrobium Flower", and forged it into the realm of a true Ghost King.

The demonic power studied from Aratake Ichito and his weapon, the Red Horned Pestle, changes under the rules of death, embracing the elemental powers of grass, water, and wind, as well as the blessings of light and the power of the deep sea.

Confused souls worship the newborn Ghost King.

The fragile "Blood Dendrobium" passed through its newborn dormant period in the short time after being taken away and brought back by Jiang Yi, and asked heaven and earth for the status of Ghost King.

She used to be a human, but now she is a demon, a ghost. Her face is so enchanting and beautiful that it captivates everyone.

Her eyes opened, reflecting the cremation flames. Her long hair, adorned with red strange flowers, fell to her ankles, taking on a black and reddish hue under the pale red moonlight.

She had rosy, fair skin, a swan-like long neck, and naturally slender shoulders and upper arms.

The dark kimono is red inside and white on the edges. The wave bow at the waist seems to be the only vivid color besides black and red.

There are flowers tied to the bow, and the whole flower is woven out of red shimenori rope, which is extremely delicate.

A jade hand stretched out from the sleeve of her kimono, and a blood-colored talisman condensed.

Wearing barefoot wooden clogs, walking on the water.

Jiang Yi leaned against a red torii gate in the ghost world of the underworld.

The blood-dendri flowers gently brushed against the hem of her clothes.

Mediate the destiny and live by dying.

Although it was a re-transformation of all the Creator's things, not true creation out of nothing, nor true resurrection from the dead, the endless insights brought by the creative process made him close his eyes and enjoy it.

The original way, Pangu and Nuwa, the sacred immortals.

This is what cultivation is!

I hope that my Hundred Ghosts Road will be a road of creation out of nothing at the last moment, a way of reversing life and death and creating all things.

"Boss, boss! I feel so cold!" Aratake Ito's three younger brothers hugged each other and shivered, looking at the overly beautiful female ghost.

They felt that at this moment they had truly arrived in the underworld.

"Boss, boss, I don't want to die!" He was crying and snotting.

“Afraid… What are you afraid of…” Arakaki Ichido trembled his feet and immediately calmed down, “I have seen ghosts that I could not hit with a punch before, and I was not afraid.”

"Besides, this isn't... summoned by that god. It's our support!" He lifted his wet feet. The water on the ground, which was dimly colored with a faint red moonlight, was exceptionally cold.

The flowers next to it have the fragrance of blood.

"Huang Long Yidou..." Jiang Yi said.

"Here! What are you calling...calling me for!" Huang Long Yidou stuck his neck out and kept hypnotizing himself that "Huang Long is braver than the sky". Even if he met the Ghost King, he, the Ghost King, should not be cowardly!

"Hey! Your little brother, no! Your men, look pretty powerful." Aratake Ichito patted his tired knees and strode forward.

"If one day I hold the 'Sanchuan Flower Festival', you can see this sea of ​​flowers and join us in the festival. This invitation is for all the demons and ghosts in Inazuma, as well as brave people or gods." Jiang Yi said casually.

"The Mikawa Flower Festival?" Arata Ichito stroked his chin and thought, "I think I've heard of it somewhere."

Patting his timid little brother, he looked forward.

The red girl in the kimono just stood there, and the wandering warriors over there began to bleed from all their orifices.

They touched their faces and their hands were covered in blood. They felt as if their bodies were pierced by thousands of arrows and there were plants growing inside their bodies, sucking their blood and trying to break out of the ground. The pain was excruciating.

With a sword in hand, he chopped at these strange blood-thirsty flowers that seemed to want to eat people. The flowers fell to the ground and were soon reborn on the ground.

There are roots that keep entangled like vines, bringing sharp thorns, making hands and feet numb, as if poisoned.

The cold water flowed over my ankles, seeming to take away the body's temperature and the breath of life.

The blue ghost retreated in horror and looked at everything around him.

The gap and communication chasm between ghosts is not necessarily weaker than that between humans and ghosts.

But the strange thing was that the ghost king in front of him did not drive the sea of ​​flowers to attack him.

“Hahahahaha!” Arrogant laughter rang out, and Arotaki Ichito stepped out. He was seen by the Blue Oni, “It’s me, the descendant of the Red Oni, Arotaki Ichito! What do you think? This way of meeting has the atmosphere of the ghost clan, right?”

The blue oni looked at the group of wandering warriors who were lying on the ground and barely breathing, then looked at Arata Ichito, and the strange kimono girl behind him who was walking towards a man in white and bowing slightly to him.

The anger towards Arata Ichito suppressed the fear of the surroundings. Even if he died, he would still curse him today.

"Humph, I've known your name for a long time. Every green ghost remembers his mission since birth, and knows the so-called fate of self-sacrifice." The green ghost snorted coldly.

The terrifying ghost scene blocked his escape route.

Jiang Yi looked at the aura of the green ghost with great interest. Compared with Huang Long Yidu, the ghost energy on the other party was really pitifully weak.

He stopped Xuehuhua's killing. These wandering warriors could be exchanged for the bounty offered by Tianling Fengxing. Killing them would be a waste and would dirty the girls' hands.

"But what about the red ghost? Whether it's my name, Zhuoye, or the names of my people, you don't know anything about their tragic experiences, and you don't care at all." The blue ghost Zhuoye asked angrily, "Because, the victims should be forgotten, right!"

He was wearing green armor with his chest exposed. His clothes looked rather worn. He had green ghost horns and green lines on his face, which gave him an air of mystery.

But he couldn't hide the fact that he sounded so poor that he seemed even more miserable than Arata Ichito.

Arata Ichito tried to explain, "No, I just didn't expect the Aoki clan still exists. The moment I knew about this, I made up my mind to come find you."

He attacked the samurai of Tenryo Bugyo in order to confuse the public and buy time for the blue demon to escape.

Later, while searching, he fought off several stray samurai who had looted Daisuke's house, and rescued Daisuke, whose parents had been captured but who had escaped while playing outside.

I was delayed a little bit because I was taking care of Daisuke.

"Since you still remember the agreement between our two tribes, then you must remember the 'pride' of the ghost tribe. How could the arrogant green ghost bully the weak and plunder the innocent? Why do you want to break the promise you have kept until now!" Aratake Ito asked the question that he was puzzled about.

“Hahahaha——” Zhuo Ye’s laughter was mocking and lamenting, “With your strength, you are not worthy of making promises to me, talking about pride…”

While Arata Ichito was puzzled, Zhuo Ye excitedly shouted: "The Blue Oni Clan gave up everything! Just to let the Red Oni survive in human society!"

"But you, Aradaki Ichito, what have you done in human society?"

"He is muddleheaded and not doing his job properly. He is often a laughing stock. During the Eye Hunting Order, his God's Eye was taken away from him. He has never thought about winning pride for the ghost clan!"

He roared at the top of his lungs.

"You have already brought shame upon the ghost clan!"

Yandora, Fanan, Yingda, Shiranui, and Yuki Onna, who were enjoying themselves, looked at Arata Ichito.

"This kind of thing is okay, you...you should give me some face." Arata Ichido scratched his head.

Zhuo Ye closed his eyes in disappointment, and when he opened them again, he was full of disappointment: "It doesn't matter, because you can do whatever you want, and no one can restrain or supervise you!"

At this moment, he really wanted to grab Aratake Ichito with his hands and question him in the face, but he couldn't do it in the end.

"But you know what?"

"While you were living in human society, how did my people live?"

Countless sorrows, pains and dark memories cover the entire childhood, life and generations.

"We are isolated from the world and have cut off all contact with the outside world. We have no fixed residence and no stable food source..." Zhuo Ye said in a hoarse voice with pain, "Not to mention clothes and medicine. Apart from the will to stick to our oath and the so-called pride of the ghost clan, we have nothing left!"

"Oh! I see." Yandora whispered, "Jiang Yi, you intervened in this matter. Are you being kind again and want to change the situation of the Green Ghost Clan?"

Jiang Yi touched Yandora and said, "This should have happened to Ying!"

He said something Yandora didn't understand, "But since I have encountered this, I have to fight for these laborers. Feimu Village has food but lacks people!"

"The Blue Oni Clan is unique among humans. They are really suitable candidates."

Fanan said gently: "Yeah, you're doing good things, and you're still looking for excuses!"

Jiang Yi's hand touched the talisman, and the magic inside the talisman instantly turned into water and dispersed as if it was tickled.

"You hit the nail on the head. You're still bullying me." Yingda said.

Jiang Yi looked at the talismans on his waist, three on top and two on the bottom, hanging on the side. He really couldn't put them down anymore.

"Whoever opens his mouth will be put in solitary confinement!" he joked.

Blood Dendrobium watched quietly. Is this the way to get along with others? I seem to have learned it.

It's very warm here, but very noisy over there.

Ichito Aradaki understood the reason, but was still angry that the other party joined the robbery gang.

Zhuo Ye responded angrily: "Yes, because I am not convinced. Why? Can my family and friends survive by sticking to those unimportant things?"

"I will no longer cling to 'pride'. These things are worthless compared to 'being alive'."

When he heard that Tenryo Bugyo was on trial and was unable to take care of himself, it was a good time to rebel and only a few soldiers would come to arrest him, he was tempted to join the wandering samurai.

"I sent all the things I snatched from humans to my people. These things can stop them from starving and relieve their pain."

"This is the most meaningful thing for me." Zhuo Ye insisted on his idea.

"If you don't plan to kill me, let me go!" He looked at the man in white behind him.

He knew exactly what Ara Taki Ichito looked like.

Everything in front of us can only be done by the man in white.

"Why don't you choose to come to my Feimu Village to work? Isn't it better than robbing?" Jiang Yi finally spoke, and his words stunned Qing Gui.