“How pitiful, Older Brother.” Upon hearing these words, Kokushibo was left with only one thought.
Hell!
Could Yoriichi Tsugikuni have truly returned from the dead?!
No!
Impossible!
He had personally seen Yoriichi Tsugikuni die before his very eyes.
He had even bisected his corpse.
The dead absolutely cannot return to life!
Standing before him was merely a vile imposter of Yoriichi Tsugikuni!
Kokushibo felt his brain trembling, as if it had split into two factions in an instant.
One faction was frantically denying the scene before him.
While the other was constantly telling him something else.
If a person looked like Yoriichi Tsugikuni, dressed like Yoriichi Tsugikuni, and even knew the conversations that had taken place between himself and Yoriichi Tsugikuni, then no matter how impossible it seemed, he probably had to accept the fact.
Yoriichi Tsugikuni had truly returned from the dead.
He had appeared before him once again.
Kokushibo subconsciously drew his sword, yet felt a wave of helplessness.
A long-buried, intense emotion suddenly welled up in his heart.
Looking at the “Yoriichi Tsugikuni” before him, a sudden realization dawned on him.
Kokushibo knew what this emotion was.
Jealousy!
How is it that even after becoming a demon, I still could not defeat you when you were at the end of your life?
How is it that even after hundreds of years, you can return from the dead and appear before me again in human form?
If people can truly return from the dead, then why did I have to become a demon.
After Lin finished speaking, he clearly sensed that Kokushibo had undergone a change.
The other’s six eyes were filled with jealousy and confusion.
To Lin, it looked as if all six of Kokushibo’s eyes had turned into lemons.
He was sour.
But if that was all, Lin would only end up in a fight with Kokushibo.
And with his synchronization having risen to 45% after saying that, he might not necessarily be able to finish off Kokushibo.
This was far from achieving the “surprise” effect Lin wanted to give Kokushibo and Muzan Kibutsuji.
So Lin decided to add more fuel to the fire.
Seeing Kokushibo draw that katana made of flesh and blood, Lin did not follow suit.
He lowered his gaze, slowly extended a hand, and said in a low voice, “Brother, have you seen that flute?
I have always cherished that flute as if it were you, Brother.” Kokushibo was stunned.
He also possessed the Transparent World, so he could clearly perceive every move the other made.
From his perspective, “Yoriichi Tsugikuni” had no intention of fighting at all.
He actually just extended his hand to ask for that flute.
Kokushibo felt the broken flute beneath his clothes pressing against him, making his heart ache.
The young child who had happily accepted the flute back then, the old man at the end of his life who still carried the flute with him, and the young man before him reaching out to ask for it back…
The three images finally merged into one.
At this moment, no matter how unwilling Kokushibo was to accept the fact, he had to admit it.
Yoriichi Tsugikuni had truly come back to life.
…
In the Infinity Castle, Nakime sat on the platform, slowly playing the instrument in her hands.
Accompanied by the ringing of the strings, the numerous rooms in the Infinity Castle were slowly moving.
After finishing a song, Nakime placed a hand over her heart, silently sensing her body’s condition.
On the surface, her body seemed to have been repaired once again.
But only Nakime knew that after becoming the object of That Lord’s venting twice in a row, she had lost a considerable amount of blood from That Lord.
Under these circumstances, not only had her strength regressed, but the wounds on her body were also healing very slowly.
She wondered when That Lord would grant her some more…
Nakime suddenly paused, trying hard to clear such thoughts from her mind.
That Lord could read every demon’s thoughts.
Some things, even just thinking about them in one’s mind, were considered unforgivable sins by That Lord!
“Nakime!
Why did you stop?” A gloomy voice suddenly sounded.
Nakime shuddered and hurriedly began playing the biwa again.
However, the next moment, the voice said with extreme impatience, “Damn it, stop the biwa!
You are disturbing my thinking!” Nakime was somewhat at a loss, but could only blankly put down the biwa again.
Muzan Kibutsuji had originally been reclining on a platform not far away, but now he stood up irritably and paced back and forth.
“It has been so many days.
Why hasn’t Kokushibo sent back any news?
Didn’t he see Yoriichi Tsugikuni die with his own eyes and even bisect him?
It is just a matter of returning to that place, finding Yoriichi Tsugikuni’s grave, and opening it to see if that guy’s remains are still there.
It is such a simple task.
Why hasn’t Kokushibo…” His muttering suddenly stopped.
Muzan Kibutsuji very clearly sensed an unusually strong emotional fluctuation coming from Kokushibo!
“Why is there such a strong emotional fluctuation?
It has been hundreds of years.
When was the last time Kokushibo had such intense emotional fluctuations?” Muzan Kibutsuji tried to retrieve memories from back then from his five brains.
However, when he actually remembered, he froze in place.
He remembered that the last time Kokushibo had such intense emotional fluctuations was because he had encountered the elderly Yoriichi Tsugikuni!
Muzan Kibutsuji’s pupils suddenly trembled abnormally.
“So, Kokushibo, you encountered that guy too?
Is that guy really the resurrected Yoriichi Tsugikuni?
Calm!
I must calm down!” Muzan Kibutsuji continued to pace anxiously, trying to convince himself.
“After all, Kokushibo has undergone hundreds of years of arduous training since then.
He should be able to…
last one more strike now?” He had his reasons for speculating this way.
He himself could only escape in embarrassment before Yoriichi Tsugikuni in the past.
When Kokushibo, who had become a demon, faced the elderly Yoriichi Tsugikuni, the other party had only struck once, and he had suffered extremely serious injuries.
Afterwards, Kokushibo admitted to him that he absolutely could not withstand a second strike.
Thinking of this, Muzan Kibutsuji became even more irritable, “But this makes even less sense!
If that guy is not Yoriichi Tsugikuni, Kokushibo could kill him in an instant.
But if that guy really is…
he could kill Kokushibo in an instant.
But it has been so long.
Why can I still sense Kokushibo’s emotional fluctuations?
Is it only possible to…” Muzan Kibutsuji took a few deep breaths.
A look of hesitation appearing on his face.
“It seems that if I want to clarify the situation, I can only connect my vision to Kokushibo…” …
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