The man in the column is perished, and the beginning of the treatment is not miserable

In the courtyard.

The warrior behind the old man saw that the swordsman was being bitten by the ghost and was about to be pulled into the cage, so he subconsciously got up.

Snapped!

But the old man, who had always had a solemn expression, held down the strong warrior who was about to get up.

The old man looked at the swordsman who had lost his center of gravity and shook his head slightly:

wait.

…

Bang! The fangs in the evil ghost's mouth bit the swordsman's sword tightly. After tugging hard, the sword actually broke apart!

The fragments of the sword shattered everywhere, and the white blade refracted sunlight in the darkness, flashing across the swordsman's eyes, and he subconsciously narrowed his eyes.

As the body lost its center of gravity, the swordsman looked at the evil ghost with its smelly mouth, and his mind was in a trance.

The next second!

Pfft!!

The evil ghost opened its mouth and took advantage of the moment when the swordsman couldn't stand up again and fell into the cage again! Bit his arm hard! !

Ouch!!! The swordsman opened his eyes and screamed in pain, holding on to his bitten arm.

boom!

Go to hell! Go to hell!!

Snapped!

The swordsman stepped on the edge of the cage with his feet, and used the only hilt of his sword to hit the evil ghost's head that bit his arm!

Crack! Seeing that the swordsman still had some strength left, the evil ghost stared at him with his eyes fixed on him. In an instant, he bit his arm hard with his mouth and broke it!

Ahhhh!!! The swordsman struggled and screamed wildly, but no one in the audience dared to step forward to help him.

His whole body went limp due to the pain in his arm, and he lay down directly in the cage, struggling to support his body with his other hand.

Broken blades fell around, and every time the swordsman struggled, his body would scratch through these sharp fragments, and his injuries became more and more serious.

Soon, he became a bloody man.

…real or fake…

That guy...is he a trustee, right?

Can you cause this kind of damage with your mouth? He is a good practitioner of the three-sword style!

Hahaha! Wonderful performance!

Everyone in the audience looked at each other, feeling that the swordsman was acting.

Oh...save me... The swordsman's blood spurted out from his wrists. Excessive blood loss caused him to gradually lose the strength to struggle and speak.

Listening to the cheers from everyone in the courtyard, the swordsman felt extremely unwilling and angry, but he no longer had the strength to speak out to prove himself.

The swordsman's hand was twisting at a weird angle, and he lay half-conscious inside the cage.

Blood splashed all over the wooden floor in the house, flowing along the wood grain.

Gudu! Gudu! A large amount of blood poured down the swordsman's arm into the evil ghost's mouth, and the skinny evil ghost suddenly became fuller!

Strength is constantly pouring into the body, and the originally dry body gradually becomes fuller and stronger.

Blood dripped from the corner of the evil ghost's mouth. He grabbed the swordsman's bitten arm and pulled him into the dark cage!

The evil ghost squinted his eyes and looked at the people standing in the sun, taunting loudly. He opened his mouth full of saliva, and sticky saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth.

He placed his other hand on the swordsman's head.

Thank you for providing me with the long-lost flesh and blood...

Bah! The evil ghost stretched out its long tongue and licked around his blood-stained mouth.

In return.

I will let you clearly see how you are being eaten.

The demon's saliva drips on the swordsman. The swordsman is full of horror:

Starting from the arm, I will pay attention to your blood loss and you will never be unconscious.

Then the chest... one bite at a time...

Finally, you can see your heart beating rapidly under the membrane covering your ribs.

The evil ghost lowered his head while whispering, and looked at the swordsman with violently trembling pupils.

The latter's lips turned white and he had completely lost his strength.

At this moment, endless regret surged into my heart.

...Is this...a ghost...

There were tears in the corners of the swordsman's eyes. The tears mixed with the blood and turned into a vague red viscous liquid.

I don't want to die...

Who can help me……

The highlight in the swordsman's eyes gradually disappeared. He lowered his other hand and closed his eyes weakly, quietly waiting for death to come.

Finally, at this time, someone in the audience noticed something was wrong.

The huge smell of blood blew through the courtyard through the breeze, causing almost everyone to change their expressions.

Wait! Master! If it's acting! There's no need to use real human blood!

Someone immediately stood up and began to accuse the expressionless head of the Uyashiki family next to him.

The man spoke righteously and said nothing about his laughter just now.

The head of the Ubuyashiki family slightly covered his nose with his sleeves, looked at the man who was yelling, and was speechless for a while.

You misunderstood. I never said what kind of performance this was.

The head of the Ubuyashiki family smiled at the man and said:

Also, I also reminded this swordsman that he might die in battle.

Fighting cannibals will definitely be something you will encounter frequently in the future, no matter where you are.

This kind of ghost transformation is like a plague...

The head of the Uyashiki family wanted to continue talking, but the corner of his clothes was pulled twice, and he subconsciously turned his head and looked into the house.

Father.

In the room, a little boy wearing a white kimono with white cloth tied over his eyes sat on his knees, two lines of clear tears soaked the cloth and flowed down his face.

He was holding the owner of the house with one hand, opened his chapped lips, his throat was moving up and down, and he said in a trembling hoarse voice:

Father...save him...

He... is so pitiful...!

As he spoke, the boy turned his face towards the head of the family. He raised his head and seemed to be looking at the head of the house through the bandage:

Save him...he is in pain!

Please...

The boy's tears fell on the floor, and his finger pointed at the swordsman who was unable to struggle in the cage.

The head of the family turned around, closed his eyes helplessly, and sighed.

Zhuo Ye, as the head of the family, you too must not indulge your kindness so much.

...It won't happen again.

With that said, the head of the Ubuyashiki clan waved his hand and gave some instructions to the samurai beside him.

When the ghost in the cage saw the boy pointing here, he snarled angrily, then opened his mouth wide and was about to bite the swordsman's head!

What a disappointment! I can only send you on your way quickly!

The stench came from the ghost's open mouth. The swordsman reluctantly opened his eyes, feeling despair in his heart.

At this time!

There was an exclamation from outside the courtyard!

Swordsman-sama! You cannot enter here without a summons order!!

Swordsman-sama! Please stop! Otherwise we will use force!

sword…!

boom!

Pooh!

boom! !

A huge vibration came from outside the courtyard, as if something hit the ground, and countless smoke and dust were raised. The rising dust could even be seen from this side of the wall.

Creak——

The courtyard door was pushed open.

A person walked out from behind the door carrying another figure on his back.

From the gap between the two of them, it could be vaguely seen that there seemed to be a huge pothole outside the door.

Finally caught up.