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729: Chapter 142: Inspection 729: Chapter 142: Inspection Swift, swift, swift, swift.

Zhuifeng knew exactly where the origin of this urgent feeling came from: it came from the original owner of his current body.

At first, Zhuifeng could vaguely feel that the soul of Inuyasha in the Yan Wuyue World hadn’t died; the demi-demon body he inexplicably occupied wasn’t just an empty shell.

Later, with the awakening of the Greedy Wolf Star, this sense was further heightened, confirming that Inuyasha’s consciousness had only fallen asleep.

Now, Inuyasha’s consciousness showed signs of awakening… perhaps it had long since awakened, but due to Zhuifeng’s presence, it seemed to be trapped.

But clearly, Inuyasha was trying everything possible to break free from this confinement—the current urgent feeling was the best proof of this. “Though we don’t know each other, I’ve come to this place and occupied your body without your consent… though it wasn’t my choice either.

But since you so want to see that dead woman, could you please be quiet?” Zhuifeng took a deep breath and said, “You’re affecting me this way.

I can’t concentrate on using Swift… believe me, I truly want to help you.”

Zhuifeng himself felt a bit incredulous about this.

Normally, at this point, he should have, along with Brother Mo Xiaofei and Zi Xing, gone as far away as possible from here, but he chose to stay.

This wouldn’t seem strange if it were Brother Mo Xiaofei’s nature, because Brother Mo Xiaofei was someone who enjoyed helping others—but that wasn’t him.

Even though he acknowledged Mo Xiaofei as his brother and had utmost respect for him, Zhuifeng admitted he couldn’t act like Brother Mo Xiaofei.

His thinking was quite simple—those who treated him well, he would treat them well in return.

Among these people were those like cheese, Nini, and even Long Xiruo, but definitely not someone entirely unfamiliar, who had no interactions with him—even if they were a good person.

Zhuifeng couldn’t understand, and after much thought, he could only conclude: he was too deeply affected by the feelings of Inuyasha, leading him to take such irrational actions.

Yet he also found that he didn’t mind doing this thing. “Hey, if we’re able to resolve this matter later, go and tell her your feelings properly!” Zhuifeng silently urged in his heart.

An observer sees clearly, and even a greenhorn in love like him could feel anxious observing the relationship between this demi-demon and the miko.

If you like someone, just shout it out loud, isn’t that simple?

He instinctively overlooked that he seemed to be in a similar situation to Inuyasha… liking someone but unable to express it.

The will of Inuyasha, which lay dormant within, began to cooperate, Swift was being unleashed with full force, and not long after, Zhuifeng successfully saw the Sakura Tree.

The tree started to wither.

A figure kept flashing, moving ten meters or more with each shift.

Then the figure stopped below the withering Sakura Tree.

But what he saw was the young miko who had fallen to the ground, and Miki, quietly staying beside the miko.

A massive wave of sorrow propelled Zhuifeng’s steps forward instinctively.

Swift!

The small distance under the effect of Swift should have allowed Zhuifeng to appear directly beside Miki and the miko.

Yet it was as if something at the end of his route was severing his path, forcing him to halt—two meters away.

He could see Miki’s hand covered in fresh blood and also see the young miko’s chest, where there was a ghastly wound—undoubtedly, it was already pierced through.

This was not the kind of story where the protagonist doesn’t die; the young miko’s heart, naturally, wouldn’t be located on the right side.

With such a piercing wound, there could only be one outcome.

When did this happen?

A second ago?

Ten seconds ago?

Or even earlier?

If he had arrived a moment earlier, would things have been different?

Such questions continually flashed through Zhuifeng’s mind, and he found himself blank inside.

He was forcing himself to think of something, forcing himself to calm down, to ponder all possibilities… trying all means to evade accepting this fact.

Miki glanced at Zhuifeng in front of her with barely any expression, “She’s dead, Nagato Tsuruko is already dead.”

Zhuifeng remained silent, something in his body was rampaging… it was roaring, shouting, in pain, and lamenting—under such consciousness-level contact, no emotion could be hidden. “You… you killed yourself,” Zhuifeng struggled to arrive at such a conclusion.

He seemed to remember ‘killing’ himself before, that untrusting, overly sensitive and fragile self.

But this differed from Miki and the miko.

He ‘killed’ his past selves, but now, the past had killed the present.

Miki seemingly saw through Zhuifeng’s thoughts and thus directly said, “Do you think such things shouldn’t happen?

Regardless, the current you should be more mature than the past you, right?

People can’t possibly regress as they age… with so much experience, how could you possibly be worse than before?”

Zhuifeng shook his head, doing his best to suppress that wild intention within himself, which belonged to Inuyasha yet madly influenced him.

He took a deep breath, feeling a bit dejectedly, “But in the end, you won, didn’t you?” “Because this isn’t a fairy tale, where the prince arrives just in time,” Miki began to wipe her blood-stained hand, “In fairy tales, light always conquers darkness, the so-called evil always loses to justice… it’s only about who hopes more to stay around.”

Zhuifeng wanted to say something, but ultimately chose silence.

He didn’t consider himself an idealist… to some extent, he vaguely agreed with Miki’s words. “I will send you all away from here,” Miki suddenly said again, “Including all the main real-world people involved in the Yan Wuyue World.

Rest assured, for you, it will only feel like fatigue.

And for the main real-world people, it will only be the time when the movie just ended.” “Just like that?” Zhuifeng expressed his deep doubts about it.

Miki shook her head, “This movie has been playing for some time in the main real world, absorbing sufficient nightmare power.

At first, it was just to gain a large amount of nightmare power.

Now that the plan is nearly completed, there’s naturally no need to keep you here—after all, if numerous human consciousness loss incidents happen, there’s an enormous risk of exposing the Yan Wuyue World to certain entities, which is not something Master Arex wants to see… of course, I’m only referring to a large scale; if it’s just a few individuals, I believe the impact wouldn’t be too severe.”

Zhuifeng frowned, hearing the veiled threat in Miki’s words.

Miki, at this moment, let out a cold laugh, “You, along with your two other companions, have souls too strong, so even entering the Yan Wuyue World, you haven’t lost your memories.

If you were released, there would always be a risk for the Yan Wuyue World to be exposed.

Also, your companion Mo Xiaofei, Master Arex is too fond of him.

Since he’s favored, may he forever remain in the cycle of nightmares!”

Miki suddenly swung her arm, and Zhuifeng, after detecting the threat in her words, had been on full alert.

As Miki moved, he immediately activated Swift, moving laterally over ten meters.

But after merely one movement, his body couldn’t move anymore, realizing the gap between himself and Miki—a wild will swept over Zhuifeng’s mind, causing him to instantly lose consciousness.

The root of the Sakura Tree suddenly grew out a branch, directly swallowing Zhuifeng.

After that, Miki no longer looked at Zhuifeng but lowered her head to look at the young Mrs.

Witch’s corpse.

She frowned, and a burst of Demon Fox Fire erupted, starting to burn the young Mrs.

Witch’s corpse… yet the body remained completely unharmed under the burning of the demonic fire.

She still remained in the state she was in at the moment of death. “Because of the same origin…” Miki frowned slightly.

The young Mrs.

Witch had indeed died, but the preservation of her corpse was only due to the special nature of her body—after all, this was nurtured by Nagato Munachika using the heart’s flesh and blood of that Demon Fox, and later reclaimed the sealed soul of the Demon Fox in the Narukami Household—one could say that the existence of Nagato Tsuruko was equivalent to the rebirth of that Demon Fox.

However, due to Arex’s unique ability, “Between Dream and Reality,” what should have been the unique Nagato Tsuruko ended up with two existences, and now, only Miki remained.

In the struggle between the two, even if the external conditions were identical, in a completely equal state, the one who survived would naturally be the superior one. “Lord Arex…”

Miki also wrapped the Mrs.

Witch’s corpse into the tree roots and finally came to Arex’s side.

She picked him up and placed him under the Sakura Tree, where fine tree roots started to entwine on Arex—that was the nightmare power regurgitated from the Sakura Tree by Miki.

Rumble—!

At this moment, the base of the Sakura Tree’s trunk split into three sections, and Amaterasu-ōmikami, Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto, and Susanoo-no-Mikoto seemed to be pushed by something, slowly ‘floating’ out.

Miki glanced at Arex at this moment and directly walked to the Three Nobles.

As a vitreous container, she not only contained the nightmares of the entire Yan Wuyue World but could also encompass the powers of this world fragment—now her state was the most ideal, even if all the powers of the Yan Wuyue World were concluded, she could easily devour them. “Lord Arex, after I devour the powers of the Three Nobles, then absorb Izanami at the Yatsumi Palace…

I’ll accompany you to that place.”

With these words, Miki directly devoured the Three Nobles—she knew that from this moment on, Izanami would no longer be her match. …

Luo Qiu set the brush aside and quietly waited for the ink to dry.

Once these black characters completely blended with the slightly yellowed paper, Boss Luo gently closed the book. “Master, Mrs.

Witch lost.”

Luo Qiu glanced at You Ye, then stood up, handed the book to You Ye, and softly said, “The story is finished.

Let’s find the customer for inspection…

If they’re not satisfied, we’ll have to rewrite it.”

Taking You Ye, he left the Shrine.

As they descended the mountain, they saw Da Zhe, who had gathered a bunch of wild fruits from somewhere, holding them in his garment and chewing as he ascended.

Seeing the boss, Da Zhe instantly flashed a bright smile and said, “Boss, would you like some fruit?

It’s quite sweet.

There was just one fruit tree growing alongside the road, so I picked some.” “Sure.”

Luo Qiu reached out to accept them. “Where are we heading now?” Da Zhe curiously asked. “Delivering goods.” … …

Inside the cave, Mo Xiaofei didn’t know how many times he had recited the Heart Sutra—he had even entered a state he had never been in before, to the point that he forgot himself and the world around him.

Perhaps because he was so focused, Mo Xiaofei did not notice that a wisp of black smoke was slowly emanating from the ground not far away.

And this wisp of black smoke was slowly approaching him.

Mo Xiaofei still did not notice anything—because the ultimate aim of this black smoke was not Mo Xiaofei, but the unconscious Zi Xing lying nearby.

This wisp of black smoke gradually transformed into a shadow, inching closer to Zi Xing’s side.

However, it seemed to hesitate, eventually just circling around Zi Xing—it was the Yin Greedy Wolf, or rather, the will split off from the Yin Greedy Wolf.

When the shackles of the seal could not be completely broken, at the moment of recapture, the Yin Greedy Wolf had to be ruthless towards itself.

Also, because of the half-shattered seal, this crazy idea of its came to fruition.

The Yin Greedy Wolf directly split its power and will, thus freeing its will entirely, but the physical power of the Yin Greedy Wolf was ultimately reclaimed into Zi Xing’s Divine Soul.

The liberated will meant it would no longer be bound, yet it had lost the primal power of the Yin Greedy Wolf, which made the now free self exceptionally unsatisfied.

It wanted to regain its primal power—but one critical problem was that if it got too close to Zi Xing, would its hard-earned free will be bound once more?

It couldn’t ascertain whether these shackles that enslaved it for countless years could do it again.

While hesitating, the Yin Greedy Wolf suddenly felt a sense of danger—it was the feeling of being stared at by a venomous serpent, “Who!”

A purple mist began to rise slowly from the ground, soon transforming into a small snake.

The small snake now flicked its tongue, its gaze continuously evaluating between Mo Xiaofei, Zi Xing, and the will of the Yin Greedy Wolf, pondering its own thoughts.