The young man opened his arms and made a gesture of throwing himself down... But the disaster came too quickly. Before he could jump forward, he was shot by a stone pillar, and a large amount of blood poured down, sprinkling the Tomb Demon's face.

The blood is still warm.

Countless broken crystal fragments, following the explosion, pierced into Tsukaki's limbs. At this moment, he seemed to feel no pain, and all he could see was the nameless night watchman with a smile on his face even as he was about to die.

"Mr. Xing Yun..."

The young man's voice was trembling.

He squeezed out an incomprehensible word from his chest.

"You're actually... pretty good..."

This is not what a dead person should say, nor is he trying to be pretentious, but the explosion happened too suddenly.

This was what he wanted to say a few seconds ago. Now that his life was taken away in an instant, he had no time to think about it and could only say these dry, slightly warm words.

Tsukasa tried to raise his hand, but his fingers were shaking violently.

He couldn't reach the young man's cheek.

In the end, there was just a very light hissing sound in his ear.

"pain……"

Tsukasa wanted to say something, but this young man's life had withered away, and death came faster than pain.

"I……"

His mind went blank.

Did this young man die because he was protecting himself, or because...

Self-brought misfortune?

"……Bang!"

A feeling of weightlessness came, and the ghost fell heavily to the ground like a sandbag.

He looked up at the blurry snowy night, with the cold snow hitting his cheeks. At this moment, he could no longer tell whether the warm liquid on his face was tears or blood.

After living for so many years, of all the scenes he has experienced in his life, there has never been one scene as impactful as this moment, making him feel powerless and weak.

He had never hated fate so much, and he had never hated the unknown that was tainted in him so much.

"ah……"

He roared in agony, hoarse like a beast, wanting to vent all his grievances, all his guilt, and all his anger.

It's a pity... fate never listens to the voice of the weak.

In the blizzard night, the roar of the Tsuka Oni sounded more like whimpering and wailing.
Chapter completed!