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

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My lord! Are you okay?!

A black-haired swordsman wearing blue and white rippled sleeves saw the blood on Ubuyashiki Sukeyo's mouth with sharp eyes, and he shouted worriedly.

He had a ponytail, and the ripples on his clothes showed his identity.

The white bone knife scabbard at the waist has a faint water cloud pattern embedded in it.

Your body...

He stood up worriedly and was about to say something.

But he saw Ubuyashiki Sukeyo smiling and shaking his head at him.

It's...my lord.

Finally, like several people around him, he slowly knelt down.

[Water column·water without moon white]

Bai, don't be rude.

A tall but not very strong monk had his hands clasped together. He was holding a rosary in his hands and carrying a huge white naginata behind his back.

Although he is wearing the attire of a monk, he is not shaved, and his long bangs hang down to his ears.

With a touch of sadness on his face, he slightly bent his knees, half-kneeling in front of the roof.

【Rock Pillar·Iwami Inkstone Room】

The young man in water-rippled clothing, who was called White, was stunned. He looked at the monk beside him and nodded silently.

…I see.

Then he lowered his head and waited for Ubuyashiki Sukeyo to speak.

aside.

Purgatory...what's wrong with you?

A swordsman wearing yellow sleeves with dots of white triangular patterns and black hair with a ronin hairstyle was half-kneeling.

You look very lethargic... This doesn't look like you...

There is a black scabbard knife on his waist. The corners of the scabbard are inlaid with several pieces of golden thunder and lightning patterns, but it looks very worn.

The man with yellow sleeves looked worriedly at the dazed Purgatory Jinjuro.

Are you OK…

【Narubashi·Inagaki Jiichiro】

The last swordsman.

He was wearing dark green sleeves, half-kneeling with an expressionless face, his head lowered, his eyes staring straight at the ground, saying nothing.

He held his sword in his hand and pressed it on the ground, as if he was ready to draw the sword out of its sheath at any time.

[Wind Pillar·Kazema Chengmi]

Purgatory Jinjuro stood aside blankly. He looked at Uyashiki Sukeyo coughing up blood, and then glanced at Naosen Nai who was sitting on the stone.

Creak...

His palms tightly grasped the handle of the knife at his waist, and his eyes reflected the radiance of the rising sun in the east!

boom! He suddenly knelt down, his eyes full of determination.

My lord!

[Pillar of Flame·Purgatory Jinjuro]

On the side, Inagaki Jiichiro saw that Purgatory Jinjuro ignored his intention. He retracted his hand that wanted to comfort him in embarrassment and scratched his head.

He smiled coquettishly, and then seemed to want to lighten the atmosphere. He turned to look at the swordsman with dark green sleeves beside him, and said softly:

Kazema also...

Don't call me. Kazama Narumi, half-kneeling with his head lowered, answered in a cold tone to Inagaki Jiichiro who was trying to ease the atmosphere.

Don't you think it's rude to speak now?!

Ho! Inagaki Jiichiro's sneer expression suddenly froze. He turned back stiffly and lowered his head. A feeling of frustration instantly enveloped him.

...This is the same...that is the same...it's really boring...

Jiichiro Inagaki looked frustrated. He looked at the ants on the ground and muttered cautiously.

Shang Quannai sat on the stone behind a few people, looking at the people with their backs to him, as well as a few crows landing on the wisteria flowers nearby.

Including Purgatory Jinjuro, there were exactly five people.

Shang Quannai narrowed his eyes and looked at the dark blue souls of the five people.

——The blue name floats slowly above the soul.

——I haven’t used it for a long time...I almost forgot that I have such an ability.

As expected, the bodies of each of these five pillars are at the peak of the human body.

But based on what I saw last night, Purgatory Jinjuro's performance, the pillars without the breathing method... I'm afraid their strength can only be maintained at the level of being able to simply defeat ordinary ghosts.

He looked at everyone's names and titles, and looked back at the rising sun.

The rays of the sun rose from the east behind, gradually illuminating the mansion between the mountains.

Good morning everyone.

...It's such a nice weather today.

I'm happy to see everyone safe and sound again...

“I’m calling everyone here today…there’s one main thing…ahem!!”

Ubuyashiki Sukeyo took a few deep breaths, and just when he started to speak, he suddenly coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood.

Ahem!! Ahem!! Ahem!!

Tatsuki! Tatsuki on the side looked worriedly at Uyashiki Fuyo who was coughing violently. She supported him and took out another handkerchief.

My lord! Inagaki Jiichiro raised his head and looked at Ubuyashiki Sukeyo who was coughing very worriedly.

Nao Senna narrowed his eyes and observed Uyashiki Sukeyo's internal organs and the state of his muscles.

Purple scars not only exist on the face, but also inside the body, on the muscles, and on the internal organs, covered with hideous purple meridians!

Even Ubuyashiki Sukeyo's heart has begun to be invaded by purple meridians. It looks thin and shriveled, and the weakly beating heart seems like it can't support it for much longer.

——I wonder...if my blood can alleviate this curse a little.

——If you are from the same lineage as Muzan... it should be possible.

Shang Quanna frowned, watching Uyashiki Sukeyo coughing for a long time, and even seemed speechless. He stood up and said:

Ubuyashiki.

With this shout, all the pillars who were facing away from Shang Quan Nai suddenly turned their heads and stared at Shang Quan Nai with different eyes.

I have a method...

Snapped!

Kazama Nariya, who had been silent on the side, stood up and stretched out his hand to stop Naizuna who was trying to walk around the pillars and walk to Ubuyashiki Sukeyo.

He turned his head and looked at Shang Quannai expressionlessly:

What did you say?

Creak...

Kazama Chengya and Shang Quanna looked at each other, the hand holding the handle of the knife gradually tightened, and veins popped up along the arm: Who are you?!

The tall monk on the side also held the rosary and looked over.

Naruya.

Ubuyashiki Sukeyo closed his eyes. He suppressed his physical discomfort and spoke to Kazama Nariya who was about to draw his sword.

It seems that due to physical reasons, his voice became a little floaty and shaky.

It's fine.

But... my lord... Kazama Nariya was stunned. His hand holding the knife subconsciously loosened his grip, and he looked at Ubuyashiki Fushiyo in a daze.

Ubuyashiki Sukeyo closed his eyes and shook his head gently.

Kazama Chengya pursed his lips, and he suddenly retracted the hand that stopped Shang Quannai, and knelt down again: Please forgive my presumption, my lord.

Shang Quanna glanced at the somewhat angry Kazama Chengya, but didn't say anything.

Under the astonished looks of the four pillars except Purgatory Jinjuro, he walked straight towards Ubuyashiki Sukeyo.

...I know the result, Shangquan-dono, don't worry.

Ubuyashiki Sukeyo managed to smile, and he spoke before Shang Quanna could speak.