Syndication: I was a ninja in the Yokai era

This was a scene that Nanxing had completely expected.

Even, it is beyond the scope of his imagination:

Girl, this beautiful girl who is covered in her body and does not have an inch.

Unexpectedly, after a bitter curse, he set himself on fire!

That’s self-immolation in the true sense of the word.

Take your soul as fire, and your body as firewood.

Her whole person turned into a huge flame, and the fiery aura hidden in it, even Nanxing, who had achieved cultivation, had to retreat for three points and use the Flying Thunder God Technique to transfer away in advance.

And Ibuki who was just lying next to him, huffing and sleeping. After feeling this blazing soul fire, he woke up directly from his dream:

“I’ll go, the stinky ladies from Gao Tianyuan called?”

She quickly sat up and looked around, looking guarded.

But she didn’t find the enemy she was looking for.

Only a roaring flame appeared in front of her.

She looked at this flame with some trepidation—pure soul fire, which was extremely lethal to monsters.

Even she, the king of the ghost clan, is not willing to be contaminated with this thing for no reason.

Just like no one wants to get stained with Ollie for no reason.

“What is it?”

Ibuki came to Nanxing’s side, pointed to the flame in front of him, and asked with a confused look.

She also thought that this was a new move made by Nanxing.

If that’s the case, then he’s a bit dangerous.

Ibuki looked at Nanxing and silently mourned for the Ibaraki fan in his heart.

——Anyway, she has no feud with Nanxing.

And Nanxing also promised her that he would raise her with wine like yesterday.

There is a saying in human beings that if you have milk, you are a mother.

This is the same for the ghost race.

If Nanxing is really willing to provide her with unlimited drinks, she doesn’t mind recognizing Nanxing as her father.

As for the face of the ghost king… How much is that thing worth? How many pounds of wine can you exchange?

“Big brother, I still want to drink.”

She tugged on Nanxing’s arm, constantly swaying, and her face was full of cuteness.

But unfortunately, Nanxing rejected her.

“I can’t drink it today.”

Nanxing touched Ibuki Cuixiang’s head and gently exhorted.

He still has to hurry.

Brushing tasks from a rich woman is important, but finding a medicine for Kikyo that can cure soul injuries is what really matters.

Nanxing, who was afraid that it would change later, did not dare to delay for a moment.

……

A moment later.

The flame went out.

The originally beautiful and moving girl has also disappeared.

Only the ashes of a field are left as proof of the girl’s existence.

Looking at these ashes, Nanxing’s heart suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

– He didn’t kill this girl, but this girl died because of him.

In any case, his heart is uncomfortable.

“Alas, die and die.”

“But don’t be a grudge.”

“Go to Huangquan well and have a good tire.”

“At that time, you will report the name of Kikyo, and the people below will not embarrass you.”

Nanxing said goodbye to the girl with a serious face.

Before leaving, he did not forget to use wooden dun to make a coffin for her and collect her ashes into it.

He built a tomb with earth, and there was no name on the long tombstone, only two large characters:

“Jungyeol.”

She is truly virgin.

After seeing this girl again, Nanxing knew that the virtuous women who died to keep the festival in ancient times were not empty talk.

“It’s a real pity.”

Finally, Nanxing sighed lightly.

A beautiful girl, just died.

Not even a single bit of information was left.

I don’t know how anxious her family will be when they can’t find her?

“Alas.”

Nanxing let out a soft breath and spit out the turbidity and melancholy in his heart.

Nor is he the kind of person who clings to the past.

Now that the tragedy has happened, he will not be too entangled.

“Gone.”

He turned and faced the rising sun.

The bright sun shone on him, bringing him new hope.

It’s just that…… Wait a minute.

Nanxing, who was just about to advance, was suddenly stunned.

Because he saw something extremely discordant:

Who is that girl standing in the sun?

Her face, and the body that was not an inch, the same flat front and back… How did he seem to have seen it somewhere?

And the red eyes, the long white hair…

“？？？”

Nanxing, who was confused, looked up at the girl, and his eyes did not even dare to blink.

And when this girl stepped on her heavy shoulders and slowly walked towards him, his heart hung in his throat.

A terrifying thought rose in Nanxing’s heart:

“She is…”

“Ghost?”

……

The girl walked slowly in the direction of Nanxing.

But she did not stop in front of him as Nanxing expected.

Instead, he came to his grave and gazed at the two big characters on the tombstone with those beautiful red eyes.

“Jungyeol.”

She suddenly smiled.

It was a mocking laugh without kindness.

It’s like seeing some big joke.

“As far as you’re concerned, you deserve to be called Zhenlie?”

She pointed to the grave in front of her and cursed mercilessly.

The sound is loud and the spit is flying. If you don’t know, I’m afraid you still think that she is scolding some life and death enemy.

But Nanxing was even more puzzled.

“She’s cursing… Herself? ”

Hey!

This is really a knife in the ass – an eye-opener.

And what made Nanxing feel even more eye-opening was not only this one:

“You… You…… Whew…”

I saw that this girl, who had just pointed to the tombstone and cursed, suddenly held the tombstone again and cried.

She cried so emotionally, as if she was crying about her loved ones.

But…… Isn’t the person buried in it yourself?

Crying for yourself in the grave?

“It’s really weird every year, and this year is especially numerous.”

Nanxing thought silently in his heart.

But on the surface, it is motionless.

Like a wooden man, he silently observed everything in front of him and tried to analyze the mental journey of the girl in front of him.

And finally, five minutes later.

Maybe it’s tired of crying, or maybe the tears have run out.

The girl stopped crying and laughing.

She got up from the ground and pressed her right hand to the tombstone.

“Boom.”

Burst of energy.

A roaring flame that burns the stone stele.

After a while, the two eye-catching big characters were burned into a blur.

And after that, she bit off one of her fingers.

With Yin red blood, on the black stone tablet that had been burned by the flames, a name was written:

“Fujiwara… Sister Red? ”