Not even dead.

This was Sasaki Kiyomasa's first thought after waking up.

After the explosion, attack, and merciless attack, he could still save a life? Show mercy? No, it should be said that instead of killing himself, he would rather put this blame on himself...

…

In the caged ward, amidst the monotonous rhythm of mechanical heart beats, Sasaki opened his eyes and saw the cold incandescent light above his head.

"The wounds have been bandaged. The damage to the lungs and liver will take some time to recover, but it is not a big problem. Excessive blood loss is not a big deal for the sublime. You can just lie down for a while.

.”

Behind the blue curtain, there is an old figure sitting upright.

Regardless of the patient's body, he smoked the cigarette for an unknown amount of time. The entire prison was filled with smoke. The buzzing exhaust fan was rotating rapidly, but the pungent smell still made Sasaki cough.

He lowered his head in silence and saw his almost torn body that had been put back together again. Finally he saw his right leg, as well as the brace and plaster installed on it.

"What's wrong with my legs?" he asked.

Before fainting, he did not remember having such scars.

"I interrupted it myself." The old man outside the curtain said, "Just to be on the safe side."

"It's such a painstaking effort, Inujie followed suit."

Sasaki smiled indifferently and closed his eyes.

The mockery did not make Inujiang furious. The old man just knocked the cigarette stem on the table casually. After knocking out the ash, he filled a pot of shredded tobacco, pressed it carefully, and lit it again.

"This is for your own good," he said.

Sasaki said nothing.

"Don't worry Zatoichi, that guy is much more cunning than you and has already escaped." Inue said, "It's beyond my expectation that a blind man can use something like a shock bomb."

Sasaki's fingers contracted slightly, but there was no response.

What else is there to say?

He jumped into a trap.

From beginning to end, it was an ambush against himself.

It's just that he was outnumbered, but he was captured by mistake, and was accused of being a murderer. He couldn't even die innocently, it was like a joke.

"Since you've left, why bother coming back?

Inu Jiang sighed softly: "I heard that you lived a good life in the Ivory Tower, and you also have a new job and a new life. You shouldn't come back..."

"You shouldn't have revealed your whereabouts when you killed Satomi Kujiu, right?"

Sasaki suddenly raised his eyes, and a sharp and sharp aura suddenly appeared in his rough and haggard appearance, like a samurai pressing the hilt of his sword, and asked coldly.

Inujiang said nothing and smoked his cigarette in silence.

Didn't deny any of this.

It was him who killed Satomi Bujie with his own hands...

The person who took action that night was not the murderer, but Inujie.

Sasaki, who had been taught swordsmanship by Inue, saw this scene clearly in his eyes at the moment he looked back.

"After all these years, Inujie, you still haven't gotten rid of the habits of Xue Zhen and Zan Xin." Sasaki asked softly: "Why? Or do you...do it on purpose?"

Why did you pretend to be a murderer and kill him?

Inujiang said nothing.

But Sasaki pressed forward step by step and raised his voice: "Because Bujie knows who the real murderer is, right?! Once he tells it and is used by someone with ulterior motives, the Satomi family will be completely destroyed... because of the murderer."

Hidden in Satomi’s house!”

"No, I am the murderer. You guessed wrong, Sasaki."

The old man behind the curtain knocked on the cigarette rod in his hand and knocked off the last ash. He slowly stood up and bowed and saluted: "I'm sorry for framing you."

"I fell into the evil way and was addicted to the pleasure of killing people. When people get old, their strength will decline. Unwilling to grow old, I chose the secret ritual of drinking blood to maintain my vitality."

He said calmly: "Don't worry, when the matter is over, I will surrender to the Luming Hall, plead for a caesarean section, and avenge your injustice. Before that, please have a good rest, everything will be settled soon."

"

Just like that, after taking a few steps back, he turned around and left without any nostalgia.

"What a nonsense reason is this!"

But the man who was tied to the hospital bed was not happy because he could wash away his grievances. Instead, he became furious and roared angrily: "Inujie! Inujiang! What on earth are you doing!"

"Doing the right thing."

Inue replied without looking back, "Do what a samurai should do... In this way, the Satomi family will be preserved."

"Are the things that have been preserved really the original Satomi family?"

Sasaki struggled hard, regardless of the scars cracking and blood spreading, "You are so shameless, you old guy, do you really know how to write the word shame! Are you worthy of the Satomi clan who has always trusted you as the leader!"

Inue's footsteps paused for a moment, and then he said indifferently: "You and I are both warriors, and we should know the importance of kindness. Don't take it for granted and use the thinking of a wild dog to speculate on the integrity of others."

"Wild dogs also know right from wrong!"

Inujiang was silent for a moment, amused.

He shook his head indifferently.

Realized how ridiculous this argument really was.

"It doesn't matter whether it's right or wrong. As long as the Satomi clan can survive, as long as it can be maintained...even if it's just an empty shell, I can go and accept the punishment from Tadashi-sama after my death."

The rickety old man looked at him one last time and said goodbye tiredly: "There is only so much I can do."

Ignore the angry roar behind you.

He closed the door.

"Keep an eye on him."

Finally, he said to the supervisor: "If you act rashly, there is no harm in killing him."

The supervisor nodded indifferently.

Inujiang didn't look back, he went straight up, passed through all the layers of defense, and saw Kakuyama waiting at the door.

"Where are the people?" he asked.

"Already arrived." Kakuyama said, "Waiting for you."

Inujie nodded and walked straight towards the heavily guarded quiet room.

Go through the corridors and portals and open the last paper door.

When he saw the young warrior kneeling under the calligraphy and painting, he seemed to have foreseen something, his eyes were lowered, and his expression showed no fluctuation.

I can't see the impulsiveness and impatience that I deliberately show in my daily life.

He could no longer hide the dark evil intent in his eyes, like a fox's.

"I've been waiting for a long time, please be quiet."

Inujiang closed the door behind him and sat across from him: "I think you should know why I came to you today."

"Yes, you have to work hard and eradicate the traces for me."

The young samurai bowed his head, sat down, and thanked the old man: "I originally thought that a person like me would not be able to hide from an elder like Mr. Inujie. It seems that this day will come sooner than I expected.

"

He said: "I am a murderer."

He responded to Inujie's questions honestly and straightforwardly without any concealment.

However, Inujiang could not feel any anger or sadness, only feeling deep fatigue in numbness.

There are too many waves, too many storms.

There are too many changes.

Unconsciously, everything became completely different from before, completely different from what he knew.

But after so many years of being clumsy, he couldn't even feel the fear when such a huge loophole appeared in front of his eyes.

Instead, I had the urge to smile bitterly.

The day has finally come.

"...You did better than you said, Jiujing, better than everyone else. I didn't even doubt you before Bu Jie fled."

In the silence, he lowered his eyes, almost pleading, and sighed softly: "Just stop it, Jiu Jing, there is still a chance to save everything."

In the silence, no one spoke.

During the long silence, the young warrior seemed to be distracted.
To be continued...