I'm in Tokyo, caught in the clutches of the demon princess.

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Both the Ghost General and the other Ghost Clan cadres were stunned.

This is the Ghost General, one of the strongest members of the Ghost Clan. How did he end up like this after his first encounter with this human?

The Ghost General had no idea when he had become enemies with such a person.

"Who are you?"

Feng Ze quietly looked at the Ghost General.

Do you still remember Inukai Kazuto?

The Ghost General clutched his severed spot, stunned for a moment.

"That human, I should have eliminated him completely back then."

Feng Ze bent over and raised his sword.

"You should really be glad you have a family, otherwise you wouldn't have survived that night."

"Today, I've come to take your life."

"court death."

The Ghost General was completely transformed into a ghost. His severed arm instantly grew back, a head appeared on his neck, and two more arms protruded from his waist. His muscles bulged, veins and blood vessels stood out, and his whole body exuded a terrifying pressure that even Feng Zejian, an onlooker, could clearly feel.

Chapter 366 Give Me a Name

Feng Ze gripped his sword with both hands and charged toward the Ghost General.

When Feng Ze faced that enormous and terrifying body, Ghost General punched through Feng Ze's body, sending him flying and rolling several times before stopping.

Fengze used his katana to support himself as he stood up, and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

Blood seeped from the hole in his abdomen.

The previous battles had left Feng Ze exhausted, and he had no energy left to defend, so he could only attack.

The Ghost General was very pleased with himself for this.

"You overconfident human, you don't really think you can defeat us demons, do you?"

Feng Ze smiled bitterly and looked up at the enormous Ghost General.

"Haven't you felt it yet, you trash?"

The Ghost General frowned.

"You weak human, have you gone so far as to spout nonsense?"

Feng Ze ignored him and silently counted down.

"Three, two, one."

As the countdown ended, the Ghost General's body crumbled into pieces and fell to the ground.

The Ghost General's eyes, still moving on half of his head, looked at the pieces of his body scattered all over the ground. The Ghost Clan's healing ability suddenly stopped working.

Feng Ze laughed heartily, then raised his head, his smile gradually turning contemptuous and eventually fading away. He was dying; even breathing was excruciating.

But the facade was still maintained. Feng Ze exhaled a breath of stale air and said sarcastically:

"The demon race is nothing special."

The members of the demon clan looked at each other in bewilderment.

The Ghost General fell completely silent, and Feng Ze looked at the other members of the Ghost Clan.

"I have avenged him. Is there anyone among you who wants to avenge him?"

One of the demons stepped forward, but was stopped by the Demon King.

"Since it's a personal grudge, it doesn't break the rules. You can leave now."

Feng Ze clasped his hands in a fist salute, took the knife, and limped away.

The ghost clan cadre was somewhat puzzled.

"Your Majesty, why did you release that human?"

The Ghost King glanced at the ghost clan cadre.

“That knife is no ordinary weapon, and this human is controlling it entirely through his own skill and strength. The power within it has not been fully unleashed. If it were fully unleashed, none of you together could defeat him.”

"Besides, that human is so badly injured that he can't go on living, so let him just linger on."

The Ghost King watched Feng Ze's departing figure and sighed softly.

"What a pity. If he hadn't been so eager for revenge, he would have been a formidable opponent."

"However, avenging a deceased friend sounds quite respectable."

Feng Zejian's pupils contracted slightly.

He never expected that Feng Ze would fight so well without using the power of the flowers and birds themselves.

You should know that he had already killed thousands of demons, and his strength was almost exhausted.

At this moment, Fengze leaned against a large tree, with flowers and birds placed beside him.

The sounds of flowers and birds filled the air.

“If you had signed a contract with me, you wouldn’t be in this situation today.”

Feng Ze looked up slightly at the clear sky, listless and sparing with his words.

"You... are not... me, borrowing... me."

The flowers and birds were quite puzzled.

"Why are you so stubborn? Sign a contract with me and you'll still have a chance to live."

Feng Ze shook his head slightly.

"Do not."

"Human, you've already reached this point, are you still trying to be strong?"

"A person lives on a breath, a person without integrity cannot stand, and a person is my friend... I cannot... live up to... him."

Although Fengze spoke intermittently, Hua Niao understood him completely.

"But I only acknowledge you; only you are worthy to use me."

Feng Ze gritted his teeth and used all his strength to say a complete sentence.

"In the next life."

The voices of the flowers and birds were choked with emotion.

"you..."

Suddenly, Hua Niao said:

"Then give me a name."

Feng Ze's body was no longer able to move, only his eyes could still move. He saw a small white flower beside him and heard birds chirping.

"Flowers...birds...."

Those were the last two words Feng Ze uttered, after which he completely lost his voice.

With her head slightly tilted, she leaned against a tree, the wind blowing the hair on her forehead, a peaceful smile on her face.

At that moment, Feng Zejian finally understood that this was the flower and bird, and Feng Zejian's memories.

The blurry face gradually became clear.

He resembles Feng Zejian, or rather, Feng Zejian resembles him.

His features were more defined than Feng Zejian's; he had shed his immaturity and naivety, leaving only his determination, handsomeness, and the smile that lingered until his death.

At that moment, the sounds of flowers and birds rang out again.

"Feng Ze, don't keep me waiting too long."

Hua Niao controlled Feng Ze's body, leading him towards home.

In the middle of the night, there was a knock on the door.

Fengze's wife opened the door, saw Fengze lying on the ground, and screamed.

"Fengze!!"

Lianzi rushed over upon hearing the commotion, and upon seeing the lifeless body of Fengze on the ground, her face was filled with indescribable sorrow.

After the mother and daughter finished arranging Fengze's funeral, Hua Niao appeared.

The mother and daughter were somewhat at a loss when they saw the woman who had suddenly appeared.

Lianzi stood up and asked, "Young lady, who are you?"

“I am Hua Niao, Feng Ze’s sword. I returned Feng Ze’s body and then went out to take care of some personal matters. My return is somewhat sudden. From now on, we are family. I will be with you through the difficulties of the Feng Ze family.”

"Furthermore, Kaze has already avenged Inukai and the human, and he also killed several thousand Oni soldiers, so he can be considered to have died a worthy death."

Flowers and birds watched the weeping girl.

“Ze, stop crying. From now on, you will be the head of the Fengze family. Starting today, I will ask you, as the head of the family, to continue the Fengze family bloodline and create a glorious future for the Fengze family.”

The girl nodded, but still couldn't stop crying.

The surrounding environment begins to change, and it is now purely from the perspective of flowers and birds.

Flowers and birds arrive at a knife-forging workshop located in a remote and desolate suburb.

The place was in complete disarray, and the people inside had been dead for a long time.

Hua Niao's eyes narrowed slightly, her delicate eyebrows furrowed.

"Am I late, sister?"

At this moment, Feng Zejian suddenly felt a headache coming on, and when he felt better, the scene changed again.

There was a katana, smaller than the one used for flowers and birds, stuck in the ground, its scabbard lying to one side, surrounded by severed limbs, all of them dead.

That knife is Wangchuan, but she doesn't have a name yet. Her body is in the same color scheme as the flowers and birds, which is very different from her current appearance. Even the patterns are different.

If those severed limbs and broken arms were pieced together, there would be at least a hundred corpses.

It's hard to imagine what could have caused so many deaths.

That was a bamboo grove of yours, it must have been that place, but the bamboo groves back then were somewhat different from those now.

The rain fell all night, the blood mixed with the rainwater, and the thunder roared like the mournful howl of a vengeful ghost. The blood began to flow towards the Wangchuan sword stuck in the ground, and the scabbard was completely soaked in the blood. Gradually, the Wangchuan sword began to change, and it became what it is now.

Chapter 367 You want to play with the human knife?

Amidst the blood and flesh of hundreds of people and the power of their resentment, Wangchuan transformed from a blade into a human. At that moment, Wangchuan was completely naked, gazing at the surrounding scenery, and a sense of nascent wonder arose spontaneously.

The memories of the dead flooded into Wangchuan's mind at this moment. By chance, Wangchuan absorbed the flesh and blood, resentment, and even souls of these dead, along with their sins.

Wangchuan hugged himself, squatted on the ground, and sobbed painfully.

"Who am I? Where am I? Why am I in so much pain?"

Feng Zejian walked over and gently stroked Wangchuan's cheek. For some reason, the touch felt so real even though it was a dream.

However, Wangchuan did not react and continued to cry in anguish.

"Wangchuan, don't worry, you won't be alone anymore, I'm here for you."

"Ah."

Feng Zejian was stunned for a moment. It was indeed the voice of Wangchuan, but it was not coming from the Wangchuan in front of him.

Feng Zejian closed his eyes, then opened them again, and found that he was indeed touching Wangchuan's face.

That's why the tactile sensation felt so real.

Wangchuan calmly looked at itself.

"I had a dream about you, and about flowers and birds."

Wangchuan calmly said, "That wasn't a dream."