Bleach: Stir Up the Situation

Hong Jiang felt that he was sinking in the darkness, being gradually swallowed by the darkness, but there was nothing he could do.

Suddenly, he stopped falling. Although there was still endless darkness around him, he felt a sense of stability.

The flickering firelight lit up bit by bit, and a dim corridor gradually appeared in front of his eyes. It was unclear which end of this corridor was in front of him and which was in the back, but it seemed to have no end at both ends.

Hong Jiang walked directly in the direction he was facing. The candlelight on both sides could not completely illuminate the corridor, and most of it was still in darkness.

And when he stepped from the firelight into the darkness again, pictures suddenly flashed on the left and right sides. They were two newborn children, with their eyes squinted and their mouths wide open as if they were crying.

Hong Jiang continued to walk forward, and the scene disappeared in the candlelight, and gradually reappeared in the darkness, but its appearance changed.

The pictures on both sides seem to be mainly about the growth experience of two children. The child on the left gradually grows up in a cradle with a modern atmosphere. As the seasons change, the clothes on his body change from thin to warm. His growth is like It is a matter of course, ordinary yet surrounded by love.

The child on the right grew up with a thin back. He was surrounded by old and dilapidated houses. Even when he grew up, no matter how the seasons changed, he only had a thin linen dress full of patches. He worked hard to find food and water every day in order to survive, but he was also surrounded by love.

Hongjiang began to understand that this was clearly his past life and his life path through the former Butterfly Tomb.

So is that a revolving door?

And at that moment, the two eyes behind me, filled with simple and contradictory emotions, gradually separated. As they gradually disappeared into the white darkness, candles were lit one after another.

The Butterfly Tomb on the left still looks like a child. I am still working hard for survival, and my life is even more difficult than before, because my father and mother were both killed in a virtual invasion. My eyes were full of exhaustion, as the days of living for what I knew were coming to an end.

So the path I took was wrong as soon as it ended. Although it was just a big mistake, as time went by, it was not completely different from its essence.

There was no trace of relief or relief in my eyes. After persisting for so long, working hard for so long, and wandering for so long, I finally couldn't close my eyes and took a bad rest.

They are a pair of contradictory eyes. They can be melancholy, calm, and scared. At the same time, they can be indifferent, fearful, and show numbness to life. Those are the eyes of Diezuka Hongjiang.

I finally couldn't go to reunite with my parents.

I still don’t understand everything. Hongjiang has always been developing the power of death, but he never thought that he also possesses the power of the void, and that part of the power has not been discovered or even developed by me. .

Hongjiang felt mixed emotions in his heart, but he continued to walk backwards. These two heart-wrenching pictures were in front of him, smiling in the white darkness, and I once again came to the swaying halo of candlelight.

The kobuki without static recording represents stillness, the death that makes everything still. That is the Zanpakutō of the God of Death.

Isn't that what it feels like to die?

At this incredible time, the two people merged into one in an incredible way, creating the most perfect Hollow God of Death, and the most perfect Hollow God of Death.

I continued walking. Hong Jiang on the right had not yet grown up and walked out of the campus. My eyes were full of expectations for the future. There was no small ambition, but no desire for happiness and joy.

The Choizuka on the left finally insisted on going up. They were a group of villains who came from the Rukongai further away. They were no different from Xu You and wanted to eat my kind. Although I tried my best to escape from our hands, when I returned to this dilapidated home, I didn't insist on going up.

But that time I just wanted to take a step, the candles on both sides were extinguished. The two pairs of eyes that were still imprinted in my mind, the eyes full of hope and willingness, and the eyes full of relief and relief, were in my mind. The faces quickly overlapped and turned into a new pair of eyes.

Therefore, what controls thoughts and dominates behavior is Hongjiang, who is virtual in a sense, and who understands the ghost path and shows his talent is the butterfly tomb of the purest **** of death in a sense.

The butterfly tomb lies behind my parents' graves. Although there are no traces of my parents outside, it contains my memory.

I just lay on the ground, my breathing getting stronger and stronger, but even though I was numb, a smile actually appeared on Zhi Shaojiu's face.

Finally, Hongjiang saw this day. I, who represented the future on the right, covered my heart, sweating a little and lying down under the table with joy on my face, but there was no one around. I still had no desire for the future in my eyes. I didn't understand that I was lucky enough to be able to stop Gan. The wailing sounds I made were asking for help, and my heart was filled with the desire for life!

If you want the Tsukisama Reikiri to exert its full power, you must first let the Kauki exert its full power. Only when the two are separated can they show their most essential and pure power.

The experience is officially over.

I don’t have a life that is completely stagnant, nor do I have the purest death that has yet to come to me. I don’t have two souls, but the one that belongs to the Butterfly Tomb has not yet been completely integrated with death, and will interfere with it. My thoughts, what should I fight for, because what Hongjiang longs for is exactly what Diezhong has not given up yet.

The Tsukama Reikiri is actually not a Zanpakutō, but a returning blade that expels the power of death and returns to the essence of power!

I finally understood how I could defeat Yhwach, but it was too late. I couldn't escape from the road that suddenly came to an end. I woke up too late.

Therefore, Tsukisama Reikiri is not because he has enough understanding of the ghost path to be able to realize the swastika~www.NovelMTL.com~, but because he has enough understanding of the ghost path to be able to complete a complete return to the sword.

Hong Jiang completely understood at that moment. After experiencing the small battle with Yhwach, I had not seen the deeper ghost path, which is also the power closer to death.

Hongjiang also understood the reason why there were not two Zanpakutō. The lack of two souls was one of the reasons, but the main reason was actually that the two souls represented the same power.

But that time it illuminated two roads, two roads that looked the same but were completely the same, and Hong Jiang could only choose one of them.

It's unexpectedly peaceful and gentle, and feels real.

Hong Jiang continued to walk back. Although the people in the pictures on both sides were working hard, our goals and mentality were exactly the same. The person on the right would have a smile on his face because of his great achievements, while the person on the left clearly didn't care. He accomplished such a small achievement as being alive, but his expression became increasingly numb.

I understood the extreme desire and renunciation of life, transcending time and space, and became one with a soul that calmly accepted death and enjoyed it. At that moment, a genius **** of death was born.