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Chapter 5, Brother's Story
[Lu Mingfei]: "Heroes are above, please be respected by my younger brother."

After getting acquainted gradually, Lu Mingfei's dick-like character was fully revealed.

Plus some privacy of the chat group.

In reality, I am obsequious, but on the Internet I fight hard.

Lu Mingfei completely let himself go in the chat group.

[Saitama]: "It's a different world. Are there any weirdos in your world?"

【Lu Mingfei】: "What is that weirdo? We have dragons here."

[Group leader Jiang Nan]: "Weirds are monsters that are abundant in the world of One Punch Man. There are many monsters that can destroy the world, and even the overlord of the universe can destroy the entire surface with one blow."

[Lu Mingfei]: "Fuck me, is Saitama's world so dangerous?"

[Group leader Jiang Nan]: "Don't worry, no one is more dangerous than this bald-headed demon king. Even the gods in his world will probably be killed by him."

[Lu Mingfei]: "Boss, please hug your thigh!"

Saitama's head is a round marinated egg, wearing a yellow hero tights, the painting style is a bit sloppy, but this is the style of the strong.

【Saitama】: "In my world, no one is my opponent. I really want to enjoy a hearty battle."

[Lu Mingfei]: "Boss, are you in Versailles? I know you are very strong, but there is no need to provoke me like this!"

【Saitama】: "Emoji bag scratching my head!"

while people are chatting.

Ji Guoyuan met his elder brother.

It was a night when a blood moon hung high in the sky.

Ji Guo Yuan Yi, who has regained a little vitality, looks more energetic.

The wind blows gently.

The surrounding reeds swayed slightly and made a rattling sound.

A demon tower is erected here.

As soon as Ji Guoyuan was walking on the path, he did not expect to meet his elder brother at the last moment of his life.

The six-eyed Heishi Mou never thought that he would meet his younger brother.

A sun that allows itself to live in the shadows.

As soon as the two met, the atmosphere became tense.

Seeing Ji Guoyuanyi with white hair and red haori, Heishi Mou's pupils shrank slightly.

You must know that the swordsman who turned on the stripes would not live to be 25 years old.

It is precisely because Hei Si Mou chose to become a ghost because he would not live to be 25 years old.

But this year Ji Guoyuan is 80 years old.

"It's been a long time. It's been 60 years since we last met, but why are you still alive! The swordsman with stripes on his body is destined to not live until the age of 25. Why are you the only one who is always special?"

Hei Si Mou couldn't help but increase his voice and said.

Looking at his brother's ugly face.

Ji Guoyuan shed tears unconsciously.

"How pitiful, my lord brother!"

The elder brother who grew up and fought with him became a ghost.

Ji Guoyuan is really sad.

Hei Si Mou looked at Ji Guo Yuan Yi, who was old and might die at any time, and felt sorry for himself.

At this moment, Hei Si Mou felt that his former self had returned.

Being so pitiful, Heishi Mou should have been angry, but looking at his younger brother, the anger quickly dissipated.

That's emotion.

The affection between brothers.

Even if Hei Si Mou becomes a ghost.

Ji Guoyuan is still willing to call him "brother"!
And Ji Guoyuan's "brother" also revealed his endless sorrow.

Hei Si Mou looked at the extremely thin old man in front of him.

There was a throbbing in my heart.

But ghosts and ghost hunters make the two have different positions.

Different positions, even brothers have to draw their swords.

This is belief.

When two people meet this time, one of them must die.

Looking at Ji Guoyuan's body that had already passed its heyday, Hei Si Mou didn't think he would lose.

The next moment, both of them put their hands on the handle of the knife.

In an instant, Ji Guoyuan turned from a dying old man into a terrifying swordsman.

The aura that even the Ghost King Wumi trembled appeared again.

As soon as Ji Guoyuan drew the knife, his posture was flawless.

Exactly the same as it was in its prime.

Hei Si Mou only felt that a huge boulder was pressing on his hand, making it impossible for him to draw out the knife.

"I am coming!"

Ji Guoyuan's hoarse voice sounded.

The next moment the knife flashed.

too fast.

Hei Si Mou only felt a chill on his neck.

Red blood was sprayed everywhere.

Lost.

Hei Si Mou's eyes were full of disbelief.

He actually lost to an old man.

"hateful!"

As a powerful swordsman's intuition, Heishi Mou knew that he would die with the next blow.

Obviously, his physical body has already passed its peak period, so why can he still swing such a knife with all his strength.

"Why? Why are you the only one who is special? The slash with such a body is actually the same as when it was in full victory. No, it should be stronger!"

Hei Si Mou turned his head to look.

However, Ji Guoyuan had already sheathed his sword.

"Why did you withdraw the knife? You can kill me with one blow. Are you pitying me? Damn it."

Hei Si Mou was angry, he recalled himself, he used to be jealous of his younger brother.

Jealous of his talent, jealous of his excellence, jealous of why he can become a unique sun.

"I am going to kill you!!!"

Black Death Mou roared and said.

Ji Guoyuan said softly without any major emotional fluctuations.

"Thank you, Lord God, for finally being able to let my brother rest in peace."

60 years away.

Ji Guo Yuanyi's sword skills have already been polished to the peak.

That is an area that humans cannot touch.

Hei Si Mou's power over his younger brother's sword skills only stayed at the age of 20.

A small vermilion fruit allows Ji Guoyuan to fully exert all the strength honed over the past 80 years.

One hit is enough.

Enough to make his brother die.

as predicted.

Hei Si Mou felt something burning his throat.

That was the slash left by Breath of the Sun.

Then a black-red flame burst out from Heishimu's wound like the sun.

Hei Si Mou's entire neck was torn.

Behead!

Following Guoyuan's horrific slash, even Ghost King Wumi couldn't heal after hundreds of years.

This is the power of He Dao.

Hei Si Mou couldn't resist such an attack at all.

Even beyond the limit, beyond which ghosts will die if they are beheaded, this limit is useless.

This is the horror of Ji Guo Yuan Yi.

That scar will never heal.

Hei Si Mou finally died unwillingly.

The head fell to the ground and rolled twice, gradually turning into ashes.

The same goes for the body.

"Are you going to die? But it's not a pity to die at the hands of my younger brother."

Hei Si Mou finally closed his eyes.

Ji Guoyuan felt that his life was running out.

Everything is hanging by the red fruit that I ate before.

"Sorry, brother!"

Ji Guoyuan took out a gift from his former brother from his arms.

A handmade flute.

Even though it has been a long time, Ji Guoyuan is still unwilling to discard this gift.

This handmade flute is well preserved.

(End of this chapter)