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When we think about the relationship between Japan and South Korea, it becomes quite subtle.
Thoughts return to the present.
The answer seems obvious.
Li Mo clicked to enter.
Then the world began to change.
Li Mo, who stepped into the extraordinary, began to feel the so-called "time travel" again.
My past self had no ability to feel anything. The overall feeling was that everything went black before my eyes, and then the surrounding environment changed drastically. But I still retained the movements and state before the time travel.
But now, it's different.
Li Mo could feel the "lack".
This was the second time he had this feeling, the first time was when he returned from Fuyuki City.
——The process of crossing is not completed in an instant.
I must have experienced something between the worlds. But I can't remember it, and even the state of my body has not been interrupted. In the process of crossing, my whole body seemed to be stuck in time.
What would that be?
The future will tell.
Li Mo put the question aside. Ever since he started learning magic, he felt that he was moving towards becoming a scholar, and he only had one reaction to everything he encountered.
ask.
Even if you know that the questions you ask may not get a response or an answer, or even that only you can hear the questions.
But he still keeps this habit.
When faced with the unknown, asking questions is a good habit.
For example, now, Li Mo is in an unfamiliar place and wants to find someone to ask where this place is.
What time is it now?
The best member of the Demon Slayer Corps to find.
Li Mo began to recall the intelligence points of the Demon Slayer Corps that he knew, and wondered how many of them were still preserved.
He collected his thoughts and looked around.
Is it a bit too quiet?
The place where he was standing was full of sewage and surrounded by dilapidated thatched houses. It looked like a slum, which happened to be the favorite place for ghosts.
Because even if someone here disappears, no one will care.
Human beings are inherently indifferent.
Li Mo has been to places like this many times.
His impact on the slums is that they are dirty, messy and poor.
We also have to add the word "noisy".
But now it is exceptionally quiet.
Quiet to the point of discomfort.
Li Mo expanded his perception.
Everything around him appeared in his mind, the muddy water on the ground, the dark stains, the cracked walls, the withered straw, the dilapidated scene.
None of this is critical.
The key is breathing.
He heard suppressed breathing, as if the owner of the breathing was intentionally reducing his presence. But... the rapid heartbeat betrayed him.
The other party is very nervous.
What happened?
Li Mo moved his feet slightly, ready to ask what happened.
He paused.
Because other sounds are perceived.
The sound of fighting?
No, it was the sound of a sharp weapon cutting flesh.
The sound was very light, which proved that the place of the incident was far away from him. Otherwise, he would not have missed it. A sharp weapon, cutting flesh and blood... This sound was really familiar. In this world, the most likely reason for such a situation was that someone was fighting a ghost.
Of course, the possibility of people killing each other cannot be ruled out.
This didn't stop Li Mo from going over to take a look.
With a light tap of his toes, Li Mo used his superhuman physique and perfect control to climb onto the roof of the hut next door. When he landed on the roof, the sound was very light, just like a leaf falling on it.
He paused, sensing the source of the sound. The intermittent sound was moving, becoming smaller and smaller. It seemed to be getting farther away.
Still within my hearing range.
A breeze blew, and the direction was exactly from the source of the sound. Li Mo went against the breeze. With the blessing of magic on his body, his physical fitness had already been raised to an inhuman level. Since he achieved extraordinary success, the blessing of magic on him has become more effective. According to Medea's explanation, this body can obtain more blessings.
He's very fast.
It was like a ghost on the roof. If someone were to watch at this moment, they would see a trail of afterimages. This was caused by the speed being faster than human vision.
With a tap of his toes, the whistling sound of the wind rang in his ears. Li Mo could feel the friction of the air on him, as if he was moving through liquid. The wind just hit his skin, and it would probably hurt if it weren't for the protection of magic.
In just a few breaths, Li Mo had covered a long distance. His extraordinary vision had already seen the source of the fighting sound.
That is a battle between man and "man".
One of them was holding a katana and wearing a black tight suit, but the thin clothes had been torn apart.
His opponent was a monster that looked like a human, with horns, sharp claws on his hands, and pale skin.
"I'm so lucky."
Members of the Demon Slayer Corps and demons.
It looked like the members of the Demon Slayer Corps were already at a disadvantage. Their lives were in danger.
This was undoubtedly a good thing. Li Mo had been late many times before. When he arrived at the scene, he saw only corpses and evil spirits gnawing at them.
He jumped off the roof.
Chapter 219: Missing a Feather Ornament
Murakami Taro.
A very common name.
The origin is very simple. His last name is Murakami and he is the first boy in the family, so he got this name.
The adults in the family were uneducated commoners. According to the older generation, they didn't even have names thirty or forty years ago. The surname Murakami was also because they lived in the upper half of the village.
He originally thought he would have a younger brother, so he could call him Jiro. Of course, if it was a younger sister, it would be OK, she could be called Sakurako. He remembered that when he was a child, he accompanied his father to see the cherry blossoms on the roadside. The colors were very beautiful.
However, everything changed. That night, his father died, and his pregnant mother also died. The existence called the evil spirit killed his most important relatives.
That year, he was eight years old.
The swordsman was late.
No, it should be said that the swordsman is too far away. Since then, Murakami Taro has been working hard to become a swordsman. Fujikiyama's desperate Nanatsu came over, and he used the Nichirin sword in his hand and cooperated with his companions to kill the demon.
I wish more ghosts would be killed.
But, it might be you who died.
This ghost ate a lot of people.
Murakami Taro knew this very well, because when they met, his companion was killed by the other party. It is true that his teammate is a very annoying person, and everything he says is not pleasing. He is arrogant and thinks he is the best in the world after killing a ghost.
But he hated ghosts.
Then he died.
And I will follow in his footsteps.
Facing death, Murakami Taro was surprisingly calm. He had no fear. Perhaps it was because he died on that summer night when he was eight years old.
"You are completely different from your teammates." said the evil ghost, licking his tongue.
Its arm had just been cut in half by the opponent, but its strong self-healing ability allowed it to recover in just a few breaths.
"Why don't you cry?" it asked.
"Why should I cry?"
"Because crying humans are the best to eat."
Ghosts feed on humans.
Murakami Taro understood this sentence deeply. He said: "Then you can't cry."
"You're much more annoying than your teammates. So I'd better kill you quickly."
The evil ghost spoke.
Murakami Taro knew that what the other party said was true. He could hardly hold the Nichirin Sword anymore, and the muscles in his hands were trembling. He could already feel his heart beating, and the overloaded breathing method put too much pressure on his heart.
pain.
But he still held the knife.
The sharp weapon collided with flesh and blood again, but this time Murakami Taro was not able to hold the knife tightly like last time. His trembling muscles could no longer withstand the impact of the collision.
The Sun Blade flew out.
He lost his most important self-defense weapon. Human flesh and blood cannot be compared with ghosts.
Murakami Taro remembered that one of the sacrificed pillars had fought back and forth with one of the Twelve Kizuki using only his flesh and blood.
But that was obviously not something I could do.