Duke rushed all the way, and three days later he discovered something serious... He got lost. In the wilderness, there was no place where birds could not shit, and he couldn't even see a ghost, so he couldn't find someone to ask.

Because he was not proficient in the instant step and had not mastered many of the tips, Duke took the wrong direction many times when he was on the road. He changed it several times after discovering it, but more often he didn't notice it, so he was embarrassed now.

"How can it be difficult to get me just lost? I am not the beast with only muscles in my mind. Let me use discipline to solve the problem that this rookie hiker will be confused by using my subjects." Duke swore, don't panic in the wild, and this is even more so in the corpse soul world. As long as you find the right east, west, south, north, and north, there will be no way out, because the most central location is the Lingting, which is the best signpost.

"Well, let me think about it... Plants are good friends for lost hikers. First of all, you need to find a tree..." Duke found a big tree nearby and observed it carefully.

"According to the law of the sun rising and falling in the east... the shadow of the tree will indicate the east, south, west and north... how do you say it? I can't remember it clearly, but it doesn't matter. I still have many ways to distinguish it, which won't hurt me." Duke originally wanted to use the sun to distinguish the direction, but he couldn't remember the specific tricks, so he changed the method. This method... I'd better find a tree first.

"According to the habits of the plants, the branches and leaves on the south side are lush and the leaves on the north side are sparse, which is still very simple." Duke praised himself, and then looked at the tree in front of him... It seemed that the tree grew more evenly, with lush and leaves growing happily, and there was no way to see where it was lush and sparse.

"It's okay, you can't hang yourself from another tree, try another one." Duke did not give up, changed to another tree... and changed to another tree... and changed to another tree... and changed to another tree...

"The trees in the Soul Realm are really a blessing for patients with obsessive-compulsive disorder. They all grow no differently?" The speechless Duke gave up the method of relying on plant habits to distinguish between the south and northeast and northeast, and was unwilling to fail and changed his way of distinguishing. Of course, he still had to find a tree.

"One-knife? Juhe!"

The five fingers held the shanpakura hilt tightly, and with the friction between the knife and the scabbard, they created a momentary explosive force when they were released. The sword light flashed, and the tree was divided into two sections in the waist. A faint murderous aura spread. Duke breathed a sigh of relief and put the zampakura back into the scabbard.

"Let me see, the wide surface of the annual ring is south... it is as wide as it is. It's a miracle!" Duke studied it carefully for a while, took out the Zanpakura and gestured for a while, and was surprised to find that he accidentally found a tree that was unique in the world. The annual rings of this tree are dense, countless, and I don't know how many years it has grown. This is nothing, the key is that the annual rings are actually a standard round shape, the kind that can be drawn with a compass. There was an ominous premonition in his heart, and Duke turned and cut off a big tree. The same circular rings were as wide as carved from a mold.

"Who told me that plants will not lie? This is obviously a verbal! Scientifically, the corpse soul world is not scientific at all... So it's not me who is wrong, it's this world!" The depressed Duke could not accept the fact that he got lost, and could only attribute it to the difference from the corpse soul world and his previous life. The entire world of the corpse soul world is composed of spiritual sons, and the theory in the previous life is worthless here.

"When you get lost, it is not advisable to rely on intuition. You will only spin on the spot. What should you do... If you have it, there is another trick." Duke scratched his ears and heads, and finally came up with a solution for him. This method involves mystery, probability, astronomy, psychology, etc., which is very difficult to master and cannot be used unless it is in an emergency.

Duke took out the Zanpakura and stood on the ground, with a solemn expression on his face and his eyelids without blinking. Then, with a light hand, the knife fell to the ground.

"Very good, the direction the knife points, and you will decide it's you!"

Three days later, Duke, who was so hungry that he was dizzy, finally walked out of the damn forest, snatched several hideous men, grabbed their food and water, and the wolf started to eat it voraciously. He had no psychological burden on this. This was an unwritten rule in the corpse soul world. The strong prey on the weak. He survived like this before.

Leaving a few wailing khans, Duke tightened his Zanpakura and went to find a place where there were people. These strong men were weak and he was not qualified to draw his sword. It was not an ideal whetstone. Along the way, he passed by several small villages, with only a few people, almost everyone was a desperate person. In order to get some food, he had to go through a life-and-death battle. After seeing Duke's Zanpakura, he showed a greedy look. Unfortunately, his strength was too poor and he couldn't even touch the corner of Duke's clothes.

"Gengmu Jianba is the beast-type sword trained outside Liuhun Street. Why didn't I even meet a slightly more decent opponent? Did the powerful guys leave here?" Duke ate the food he stolen and disappeared in place. After appearing again, he was already a hundred meters away, heading towards the most desolate place.

Duke learned from several villagers that he had entered the area of ​​No. 70 Beiliuhun Street, which belongs to a very backward area. Here, new souls are born every day, and countless souls are also killed due to struggle. The chaos and disorder and unsightly eyes are the most realistic portrayal here.

When Duke appeared at the gate of a dilapidated town, his bloodthirsty eyes turned around, and he could clearly feel the smell of blood floating in the air. Duke walked towards the crowd on the charred mud, took out a kettle and took a sip. He said in the heavy breathing of everyone, "Do you want water?"

The murderous souls were ragged in rags, and their thin bodies could be blown down with a gust of wind. They were all stupid and wanted to move, licking the broken weapons in their hands, and a crazy light flashed in their eyes.

"Or do you want the Zanpakura in my hand?" Duke asked with his eyes narrowed out.

This sentence broke the tense nerves of the people at the end, and they rushed towards Duke jealously. Many people present held broken and rusty swords, even wooden sticks and stones in their hands. In the chaotic Soul Street, food and water are indeed important, but they are not worth mentioning compared to a sharp weapon. Only strength can live long. These souls know more than anyone else. The preciousness of the Zanpakura is the treasure that you will get no matter what.

"Kill him, that knife is mine!"

"Get out of here. Whoever dares to rob me will kill me!"

"Let's talk about it when you get it, whoever gets it will be!"

The crowd hedging turned a blind eye. Duke slowly pulled out the Zanpakura, and the sound of swords and weapons intersecting came, accompanied by screams. The sharp blade of the Zanpakura cut through the skin without any obstacles, cut through the muscles, cut off the bones, and splashed blood to death. One blow was fatal, leaving no living mouth. These souls fell to the ground and died without saying a word before they could detect the pain. Only a few lucky people let out a tragic cry before they died.

Slash! Cut! Thorn! Sweep! Cut! Cut!

Duke's Zanpakura swung faster and faster, and each slash was harder to stop, and the angle was more tricky and fatal. His body was receiving memory and recording those murderous kendos in every cell.

Overflowing blood!

Falling corpse!

Screaming powerlessly!

Seeing his companions falling down one by one, Duke still waved the sword in his hand at high speed, almost unscathed. The people who besieged him completely collapsed. The other party's strength was not comparable to them, and the number of people had no advantage at this moment.

"Impossible, how could it be so strong?"

"How can there be such a person? This is not something we can defeat..."

"Escape, run away..."

The tragic situation was unilaterally slaughtered! The people who were scared by Duke turned around and ran away, and soon the mob dispersed.

"Don't kill me, I surrender..." A frightened Liuhun fell to the ground, his legs became weak, and begged to Duke.

Duke ignored him, gently wiped the Zanpakura, closed the sheath and turned around and left. Those who lost their belief in fighting had no reason to kill, which would put his kendo to shame.

"Go to die!" Liuhun, who escaped his life, got up, picked up the broken knife beside him, attacked Duke from behind, and slashed it down with one knife.

A sharp gaze swept over his body like countless knives, and the air became extremely heavy. The murderous aura mixed with spiritual pressure and soared into the sky. The sneak attacker seemed to be pinched by someone's throat. He even forgot the instinct of breathing. His face turned red and could not say a word. A few drops of sweat slid down his forehead, and his mouth was wide open and ridiculous.

As Duke moved away, the footsteps became less and the whole area became quiet. The escaped people walked back one by one, picking out weapons from the pile of corpses. Several people walked to the sneak attacker, trying to take away the broken knife he had held tightly. With a light touch, the sneak attacker felt like his bones were broken, and fell in a pool of blood, his eyes were empty, gray, and he had died.

"What's wrong with him?"

"Dead...how could this happen?"

"Why did he die? There was no wound?"

"Is that man a monster?"

...

Duke left the village without any nostalgia and set out toward the distance. Although these people have experienced blood baptism, the degree is not enough. Blind killing is not the battle he expects. What he wants is a fight that is evenly matched. Only strong people of the same level can stimulate his potential and completely master the fusion of swordsmanship.

"I hope the next area will make me fight hard. Liuhun Street should not be limited to this." Duke thought of the Luhun Jianba, who was crazy about Luhun Street. He entered the Lingting Court because he could not find someone worth cutting in Liuhun Street. At that time, Gengmu Jianba had already possessed the captain-level strength, so there must be powerful people in Liuhun Street, but he hadn't discovered it yet.

"And you, when will you tell me your name? I've been waiting for a long time!" Duke gently stroked the Zanpakura. Whenever he calmed down, he could clearly feel the existence of the knife. However, no matter what the other party said, he was vague and could not hear the name clearly at the critical moment. It was like looking at flowers in the fog, passing through a layer of gauze, but he couldn't tell it. He was right beside his mouth, but he didn't know how to speak.
Chapter completed!