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clang!clang!clang!
The sounds of collisions rang out one after another.
The two figures and the ghost clashed and fought fiercely.
Even after escaping the illusion, the strength of the Guhuoniao is undeniable.
She is indeed the Lower Moon One!
Claw could easily catch the two men's slashes and sword strikes, and its speed and power were astonishing.
Even though Sanemi and Kamino Masachika worked together perfectly, they were still no match for him, and the wounds on their bodies gradually increased.
However, Sanemi's blood made Ubume hesitate for a moment.
She sniffed hard, her anger replaced by ecstasy and greed.
"This taste...this is...rare blood! Incredibly wonderful rare blood!!!"
She stared intently at Sanemi, her eyes glazed over, burning with a intensity that seemed to melt him.
"That's wonderful! My dear child, you really are special! The most special one!"
"You really are the most perfect!"
The Guhuoniao grinned, its expression unusually sickly.
"Mother has changed her mind. I won't eat you. I'll keep you with me forever, every day! That way I can taste this wonderful flavor every day..."
Sanemi remained silent, only brandishing his sword.
The battle situation also changed because of Sanemi's rare blood.
The Guhuoniao seemed to be drunk; its strength and speed were much weaker than before, and it became impatient and greedy.
"It's now!"
Kuang Jin focused his gaze, seizing the opportunity!
Breath of the Wind - Fourth Form - Rising Sandstorm!
The dense blades roared upwards like a tornado, completely blocking the Ubume's retreat.
This attack was unavoidable!
However, a figure suddenly rushed out from the side and blocked the Guhuoniao's way.
She was a sickly girl with empty eyes and a strange smile on her face.
"Mother...run!"
Kubino Tadachika was shocked; he never expected a human child to take the blow for him!
At the critical moment, he forcefully twisted the blade and spun around to the side.
The Guhuoniao smiled happily.
"Good boy!"
She suddenly lashed out with her claws, her momentum undiminished, intending to pierce through both the girl and Kubino Masachika at the same time!
"Kuang Jin!!!"
Sanemi's eyes were bloodshot as he suddenly rushed forward and shoved Kamino Masachika aside.
Claws pierced through flesh and blood.
The slender arms of the Ubume pierced through the chests of the girl and Sanemi.
"Sanemi!!!"
Kugeno Masaki cried out in surprise.
The intense pain caused Sanemi's veins to bulge, and he poured all his strength into his arms!
"Teasing life, rampaging with violence, perverted and twisted, yet calling herself a mother..."
Blood seeped from between his teeth, and every word Sanemi uttered was chillingly cold.
"Absolutely disgusting!!!"
Breath of the Wind, Seventh Form, Gale, Tengu Wind!
Centered on Sanemi, a violent spiral blade suddenly erupted!
The ecstasy and greed on the Guhuoniao's face froze instantly.
The cyan whirlwind vanished in a flash!
The Guhuoniao swayed and fell backward.
The arm was pulled out of Sanemi's chest, drawing a large amount of blood.
Kugeno Masachika rushed forward, supported the swaying Sanemi, and frantically tried to stop the bleeding.
Shimi leaned weakly against Kuang Jin, his face ashen, and he kept vomiting blood.
"Sanemi! Don't sleep! Don't fall asleep! I've had Kasugai Crow inform Ryosuke-san, he'll be here soon! Soon..."
Kugeno Masachika's shouts grew fainter and fainter.
Sanemi's consciousness was hazy, and a memory that did not belong to him surfaced before his eyes.
Chapter 131 Hell is like a painting, yet it tastes sweet!
By the way, my name is Mi Rong, which is my name from my human days.
My parents died young, leaving me only a mansion and an inexhaustible fortune.
Everyone says I am very beautiful and a true lady of high birth.
They envy me, they are jealous of me.
But who knows what kind of empty and thirsty soul lies hidden beneath this beautiful exterior of mine?
Loneliness, boundless loneliness, gnaws at my heart like a venomous snake.
Later, I married him, that man.
To outsiders, he was handsome and considerate to me.
Only I know how hard his fists are and how venomous his words are behind closed doors.
He was addicted to alcohol and gambling, sold off my family property, lived a life of debauchery outside, and then came home and beat me.
My neighbors felt sorry for me and said I was a pitiful woman.
But... but why...?
When he roughly grabbed my hair and whipped me with a bamboo whip, besides fear, I felt a thrilling pleasure welling up inside me.
I'm sick, I know.
I need stronger stimulation to fill the void in my heart.
Until... until my sickly daughter was born.
She was so small and fragile, like a kitten.
When she looked at me with her pure and innocent eyes, I couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to tear apart that purity with my own hands.
It rained heavily that day.
My husband is dead.
He was found lying on the riverbank, covered in blood.
They deserve it, yet they're also pathetic.
I can no longer feel the pleasure of being abused; now it's just me and my daughter at home.
Looking at her pale face, etched with pain from her illness, I could no longer suppress the twisted desires within me.
I grabbed her by the neck and listened as her sobs turned into whimpers.
Watching her face turn from white to blue, her life slip away little by little.
The feeling surpassed any I had ever experienced before, as if I had reached the pinnacle of joy and peace.
Later, I met that person.
He gave me eternal life and greater strength.
I planted spider lilies all over the flowerbed in the courtyard because that person needed them.
I'm waiting for them to turn blue.
At the same time, I also understood.
There are so many children in the world who have been hurt and abandoned by their parents, and they need a mother.
A mother who truly understands them, accepts them, and ensures they never suffer again.
I brought them back, gave them food, gave them shelter, and embraced them with my most loving arms.
Then, when they were happiest and most dependent on me, I tore them apart and merged them into my body.
That way, we'll never be apart again.
Forever, forever together!
I buried the children's remains under the flowerbed to nourish the flowers, and the spider lilies bloomed even more beautifully.
I was too gentle. I really am a good mother.
That white-haired kid, his blood is really delicious.
He's the best kid I've ever met; I wish I could keep tormenting and harassing him.
What a pity, I'm dead, my head has been chopped off.
Someone as twisted as me is destined for hell.
Standing at the crossroads where the flames of karma were boiling, I couldn't help but laugh.
How wonderful is the burning heat, how alluring is this pain that reaches the very soul.