The sky darkened.

Jinjian stood on the highest roof of the mansion, silently closing his eyes.

Tonight's moon was bright and full, reflecting on the distant night sky, like a silver mirror that could be touched.

The gentle night wind blew from the distant horizon, gently brushing against the Fu Mourning God's robe, rippling in a wave-like arc.

Everything seemed peaceful and tranquil.

Other than the almost undetectable sound of the wind, there was only the two golden rings on the Fu Mourning God's ankles, clinking against each other.

But at this moment, the Fu Mourning God suddenly opened his eyes.

Then, under the long eyelashes, a bright light suddenly overflowed, as if millions of stars were ignited.

Then, almost without hesitation, he quickly locked onto a direction, "Is it there..."

The moment he said this, the Fu Mourning God's figure disappeared.

Only the golden light that flashed in his vision gradually disappeared in the distant wind.

Jinjian followed the aura that he sensed, but the closer he got, the more he felt that something was wrong.

— — It was different from the Jiazhou Qingguang he saw last time, it could even be said that it was the complete opposite feeling.

— — Cold, dark, ominous...

There was indeed some surprise.

After all, under normal circumstances, the Fu Mourning God's aura was pure and clear.

But this time, it was clearly an anomaly that was infinitely close to a demon.

But, even if he was surprised, Jinjian's footsteps did not stop at all.

Only the fingers that were holding the main body moved imperceptibly — —

Well, there was nothing to say.

If I don't like it, I'll just cut it down.

With that thought in mind, Jin Jian simply gave up on the winding path. Instead, he directly leaped onto the surrounding roofs and chose to take this unusual shortcut.

The Fu Mourning God silently jumped from one mansion to another, his speed was so fast that almost no one could catch his movement path.

He walked like this for about half an hour.

Jinjian finally stopped on the top floor of a house.

The night breeze here was gentle and the view was wide. It was a satisfactory place for observation.

He looked down at his surroundings, his golden eyes reflecting a flickering light.

The streets, the lights, the moonlight, the cold trees …

Suddenly, two figures appeared in his field of vision.

In fact, the distance between the two of them was still a little far, but thanks to Fu Mourning God's excellent five senses, it was not difficult to detect them.

Of course, more importantly …

"The aura of corruption."

Jinjian's gaze locked onto one of them. That person's figure was almost completely hidden in the darkness.

Even so, the aura that the other party occasionally leaked out still made him feel a little displeased.

It was like a flawless piece of jade that was suddenly thrown into the mud one day.

It was really annoying.

Due to the distance, Jinjian could not clearly hear their conversation.

However, a few minutes later, he saw a silver light appear in the dark figure's hand.

It was sword light.

"Are you planning to make a move?"

Jinjian realized that the other party had already unsheathed his sword, so he did not delay any longer.

Of course, this did not mean that he had awakened some kind of willingness to help others. It was just that the timing was just right, and it was convenient, so he decided to help.

Jinjian quietly stared at the sword light. Then, his figure flashed and disappeared in an instant.

…

"… I beg you, please let me go!"

As soon as he saw the Tachi, the young man fell to the ground and begged for mercy in a panic, "I, I'm just an ordinary craftsman … Sir, there's no benefit for you to kill me, Sir …"

Pingan Jing did not lack Onmyojis, demons, ghosts, and … innocent victims.

Every year, countless people died because of demons. They were the bones piled up under the bustling capital, the victims hidden in the darkness.

There was no way to escape, no way to struggle.

The young man was full of despair. He knelt on the ground and cried bitterly, his body trembling uncontrollably.

After all, a nobody like him did not have the ability to fight against demons, and he did not have the courage to face them directly. So, he could only hope that the other party would be merciful.

However, the other party was not swayed by his words and actions.

The weak moonlight cast on the ground, and the young man could see the shadow of the other party gradually raising the Tachi.

The Tachi was raised to the right height, and then suddenly fell toward him.

The young man closed his eyes in horror. The cold sword light was approaching his neck, and his nose was full of the smell of death.

— — Who, who …!

As if the other party heard the young man's silent desperate prayer, suddenly there was a clear sound of collision in the cold and silent space —

"Clang —!"

The Tachi that was supposed to fall didn't fall.

The young man trembled as he opened his eyes. After swallowing a mouthful of saliva while trembling, he carefully raised his head and looked up.

He saw a white and slender hand holding a Tachi, steadily catching the attack of the Tachi, and blocking it above the young man's head.

The young man, who had escaped death, fell to the ground in exhaustion.

However, before he had time to look back to see who saved him, he heard the strange sound again.

The young man's body trembled, and he looked up again.

But this time, he was shocked to find — —

The monster's hand holding the sword was trembling to a considerable extent, and the Tachi in his hand was no longer stable. He could only shake it on the Tachi, and it made a strange sound.

"Hurry up and leave."

A particularly cold voice suddenly came from behind the young man.

Hearing this, the young man hurriedly climbed out from under the Tachi and the Tachi.

At this moment, he had a chance to see his "savior" clearly.

With one look, he was stunned.

— — His benefactor … was so beautiful that it made him stupefied!

Noticing the young man's gaze, the silver-haired Fu Mourning God glanced at him, and instantly made the young man feel great pressure.

So the young man quivered and immediately came back to his senses. The expression on his face was sincere and eager, "Thank you for saving my …"

"You can go now."

The Fu Mourning God neatly interrupted the young man's words of gratitude. His expression was cold and unmoved.

The young man immediately stopped talking.

But he also knew that he really couldn't help here, so he could only bow three times to the Fu Mourning God, and then hurriedly left.

However, at the last moment when he turned the corner, the young man didn't know why, but he unexpectedly turned his head — —

With the vision of an ordinary human, he naturally couldn't see the two people clearly now.

No matter how hard he tried, he could only vaguely catch two intertwining lights and shadows, melting in the faint moonlight.

It was so far away, and they were clearly separated.

Until now, the young man suddenly realized that the power of human was really small.

Compared to this kind of existence, it was completely two different worlds.

And he was lucky to catch a glimpse of a corner of another world. Now, it was time to wake up from the dream …

The young man slowly withdrew his gaze, with a sense of loss that only he knew, he silently turned around and left, but this time he didn't look back.

…

"The insignificant person has already gone — —"

After confirming that the young man had safely left, Jinjian easily flicked away the tachi in the young man's hand and half-closed his eyelashes, "Now, it's our time."

Jinjian remembered that Haruaki Abe previously said that "the other party is gradually losing control," so until now, he had maintained a relatively cautious state.

After all, he stole the other party's prey, which was undoubtedly an unforgivable provocation for an uncontrollable hunter.

He even planned to "knock the other party out with the scabbard once he attacked."

Anyway, his main goal was the space-time travel device, everything else was easy to deal with.

But now, it seemed that something was wrong.

Jinjian looked at the Fu Mourning God, who didn't react at all, and frowned slightly.

— — Is he thinking, planning, or preparing for some other move?

— — No, that's not right … — —

Jinjian's eyes looked around and finally fell on the only hand that was not covered by the black fog.

That hand was gripping a Tachi tightly.

As for how tight the grip was, it could be seen from the bulging veins on the hand.

And, although it was not as obvious as before, there was no doubt that the hand was still trembling uncontrollably, infinitely close to neurotic spasms.

— — This is very abnormal.

Jinjian felt a little confused.

He could feel that the other party was restraining and enduring, but … this restraint and endurance was not out of anger or irritation, but some kind of …

More complicated, more subtle emotion.

Although Jinjian had lived for a long time, he really began to experience and understand "emotion" in this world.

His sensitivity was enough to let him perceive any subtle emotional changes, but it was not easy for him to distinguish specifically.

Especially, the emotion in front of him — —

It was too hot and heavy.

The only time he had felt such intense emotions was when he had first arrived in this world was when he had met Munechika Mijou.

And later on, Daitengu, although he appeared to be very tolerant, he seemed to have experienced similar situations.

— — It was a burning feeling that could almost burn away life in an instant.

Emotions could be contagious.

Although Jinjian was not affected by it, at least for a second, he was curious about it.

"There are not many things that can interest me."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his long eyelashes covering the light in his eyes, "So, you don't seem to be a small character that can be ignored."

He made up his mind to get to the bottom of it.

And so, Jinjian no longer hesitated and directly raised the tachi in his hand, "I don't like the way you hide, so the first step is to let me see your true face."

An invisible air current gathered around the blade of the tachi.

This sword was definitely enough to cut through the black fog that surrounded the other party.

Until this moment, Death God Fu, who had not said a word since the beginning and seemed to have been petrified, finally came to his senses and staggered a few steps back.

Jinjian raised his eyebrows, "If you don't want to, then draw your sword and resist."

The black Fu Mourning God heard this and stopped retreating. Then, very slowly but very seriously, he shook his head.

Then, he realized that his whole body was shrouded in black fog, so Jinjian could not see his movements.

So, the black Fu Mourning God opened and closed his mouth several times, and finally succeeded in speaking.

His voice was low and hoarse, and he seemed to be choking — —

"I will never, ever wield my sword against you."