Chapter 40: Unscientific world

　　Hurrying all the way, Duke rushed the whole way, and three days later he discovered something serious...He was lost. In the wilderness, you can't even see a ghost in a place where the bird doesn't shit, so you can't find someone to ask.
Because Shunbu is not proficient and many small skills have not been mastered, Duke has taken the wrong direction many times when he is on the road. He has changed it after finding out several times, and more often he has not noticed it, so he is embarrassed now. Up.
"How can it be difficult to get me when you get lost? I'm not the beast with only muscles in his mind. Let me use discipline to solve the problem that this rookie traveler can only get tangled." This is even more true in the corpse soul world. As long as you find the east, west, south and north, there is no getting lost, because the most central location is Seireing Palace, which is the best signpost.
　　 "Well, let me think about it... Plants are good partners for lost travellers. First, find a tree..." Duke looked for a big tree nearby and observed it carefully.
"According to the law of the rising and falling of the sun... the shadow of the tree will indicate the southeast, northwest... how do you say it? I don't remember it, but it doesn't matter. I have many ways to distinguish it. This can't trouble me." Duke wanted to use the sun to identify the direction, but couldn't remember the specific way, so he changed his method. This method... still find a tree first.
"According to the habits of plants, the branches and leaves on the south side are luxuriant and the leaves on the north side are sparse. It is still very simple." Duke gave himself a thumbs up, then looked at the tree in front of him... Even, the branches and leaves grow gratifyingly, and you can't see where they are lush and sparse.
　　 "It doesn't matter, you can't hang another tree, try another tree." Duke didn't give up, and changed another tree... another tree... another tree...
　　 "The trees in the corpse soul world are really the gospel of obsessive-compulsive disorder patients, so they all grow indistinguishable?" The speechless Duke gave up the method of distinguishing north, south, east and west by relying on plant habits, and was unwilling to fail again and changed the method of identification. Of course, we still need to find a tree.
　　 "One sword style? Ihe!"
　　 The five fingers clenched the handle of the Zanpaku knife, using the friction between the knife and the scabbard to create an instantaneous explosive force when the knife was released. The sword light flashed past, and the big tree was divided into two sections. A faint murderous aura spread, Duke let out a sigh of relief, and returned the Zanpaku Sword to its sheath.
"Let me take a look, the wide surface of the annual ring is the south... It is the same width, it is a miracle!" Duke studied carefully for a while, took out the Zanpaku Knife and gestured, surprised to find that he accidentally found a unique tree in the world Tree. The annual rings of this tree are densely numbered and countless. I don't know how many years it has grown. This is nothing, the key is that the annual rings are actually a standard circle, the kind that can be drawn with a compass. With an ominous premonition in his heart, Duke turned around and cut down a big tree, the same circular annual rings, as wide as a mold carved out.
"Who told me that plants can't deceive people? This is obviously a tongue-in-cheek! It is scientifically proven that the corpse world is not scientific at all... So it is not me that is wrong, it is the world!" The depressed Duke could not accept being lost. The facts can only be attributed to the fact that the Soul World is different from the previous life. The whole world of the corpse soul world is made up of souls, and the previous life theory is worthless here.
　　 "When you get lost, it's not advisable to rely on intuition. You will only spin around in the same place. What should I do... Yes, there is another trick." Duke scratched his cheeks and finally figured out a way for him. This method involves occult science, probability, astronomy, psychology, etc. It is very difficult to master and cannot be used in non-emergency situations.
　　 Duke took out the Zhanpakuknife, stood on the ground, his face was solemn, his eyelids did not blink, and then he relaxed his hand, and with a snap, the knife fell on the ground.
　　 "Very well, the direction of the knife head is determined to be you!"
　　 Three days later, Duke, who was so hungry and dizzy, finally walked out of the woods, snatched a few fierce men, took their food and water, and ate with anger. In this regard, he has no psychological burden. This is an unwritten rule in the corpse soul world. The weak eats the weak, and he has survived in the past.
　　 After dropping a few wailing profuse sweats, Duke tightened his sword and went to find a place for people. The strength of these strong men was so low that they were not qualified to draw the sword. They were not ideal sharpening stones. Passing several small villages along the way, there were only a few people. Almost everyone was desperate. In order to get something to eat, they had to go through life and death. After seeing Duke's Zan Poknife, he showed a greedy look, but his strength was so bad that he couldn't even touch the corners of Duke's clothes.
"Gengmu Jianba is a beast-type kendo that was trained on the periphery of Liuhun Street. Why did I not even meet a decent opponent? Did the powerful guys leave here?" Duke ate the grabbed food , Shushen disappeared in place, and after reappearing, it was already a hundred meters away, walking towards the most desolate place.
　　 Duke learned from several villagers that he had stepped into the area of ​​No. 70 Beiliuhun Street, which was a very back area. Here, new souls are born every day, and countless souls are also killed in battle. Chaos, disorder and unsightly, is the most true portrayal here.
　　 When Duke appeared at the door of a run-down town, his bloodthirsty eyes turned around, and he could clearly feel the smell of blood floating in the air. Duke stepped on the scorched mud, walked towards the crowd, took a sip from a kettle, and said, "Do you want water?"
　　 Murderous souls are ragged, thin bodies can be blown down by a gust of wind, one by one, licking the incomplete weapons in their hands, their eyes flashing crazy.
　　 "Or do you want the Zanpoto in my hand?" Duke showed the Zanpoto knife around his waist and asked with squinting eyes.
　　 This sentence broke everyone's last tense nerves, and they rushed to Duke with jealousy. Many people present were holding broken and rusty swords, even wooden sticks and stones. In the chaotic Liuhun Street, food and water are indeed important, but they are not worth mentioning compared to a sharp weapon. Only strength can live long, this group of souls knows better than anyone else, the preciousness of Zanpakudao is a treasure that must be obtained anyway.
　　 "Kill him, that knife is mine!"
　　 "Get away from me, whoever dares to me, I will kill anyone!"
　　 "Wait until you get it, whoever gets it!"
　　 turning a blind eye to the crowd coming, Duke slowly drew out the Zanpaku Knife, and there was a sound of intersecting swordsmen and soldiers, accompanied by a scream. The sharp blade of Zanpaku knife cuts through the skin without any hindrance, cuts the muscles, cuts the bones, splashes of blood and brings death. A fatal blow, without leaving a mouthful, these souls fell to the ground without saying a word before noticing the pain. Only a few lucky ones uttered a mournful cry before they died.
　　Hack! cut! thorn! sweep! cut!
　　 Duke’s Zanpaku Sword is swung faster and faster. Every slash is harder to stop, and the angle becomes more tricky and deadly. His body is receiving memories, recording those murderous Kendo in every cell.
　　 overflowing blood!
　　 fallen corpse!
　　Weak scream!
Seeing the surrounding companions fall one by one, but Duke still wielded the sword in his hand at high speed, almost unscathed, those who besieged him completely collapsed, and the strength of the opponent is simply not what they can match. The number of people has no advantage at this moment.
　　 "Impossible, how could it be so strong?"
　　 "How can there be such a person? This is simply not something we can defeat..."
　　 "Run, run away..."
　　 tragic situation, unilateral massacre! One by one, Duke frightened people and fled, and soon the mob disappeared.
　　 "Don't kill me, I surrendered..." A scared urinating soul fell to the ground, his legs weakened, and begged Duke.
　　 Duke ignored him, wiped the Zanpaku Knife lightly, took the sheath and turned and left. A person who loses his fighting faith has no reason to kill, which will put his kendo to shame.
　　 "Go to hell!" The escaped Liu Hun got up, picked up the broken knife beside him, sneaked from behind Duke, and slashed it down.
　　 A sharp gaze swept over and swept across the body like countless knives, and the air became extremely heavy. Murderous aura mixed with spiritual pressure, soaring into the sky~EbookFREE.me~ The sneak attacker seemed to be pinched by the throat. He even forgot his breathing instinct. He blushed and couldn't say a word, a few drops of sweat. Sliding off his forehead, his open mouth was ridiculous.
　　 As Duke went away, the sound of footsteps diminished, and the whole place became quiet. The escaped people came back one by one, picking the weapons that could be used from the pile of corpses, and several people tentatively walked to the sneaker, trying to take away the broken knife he was holding tightly. With a light touch, the assailant fell into a pool of blood like a broken bone. His eyes were hollow and gray, and he had died.
"what happened to him?"
　　 "Dead... how could this be?"
　　 "Why did you die, there are obviously no wounds?"
　　 "Is that man a monster?"
　　……
　　 Duke left the village without reluctance and set off towards the distance. Although these people have all experienced the baptism of blood, but the level is not enough, blindly killing is not the battle he expected. What he wants is evenly matched fighting, and only the powerhouse of the same level can stimulate his potential and completely master the fusion of kendo.
"I hope that the next area will be a strong one for me to fight hard, and Liuhun Street shouldn't be limited to this." Duke thought of the road silly, even more woody swordsman, because no talents worth cutting can be found in Liuhun Street. Seireitei, at that time, Gengmu Kenpachi had already possessed the strength of the captain level, so there must be a powerful person in Liuhun Street, but he hadn't found it yet.
"And you, when can you tell me your name? I've been waiting for a long time!" Duke stroked the Zanpodao. Whenever he calmed down, he could clearly feel the existence of the sword, but no matter what the other party said , Every critical moment is vague and can't hear the name clearly. It's like looking at flowers in the fog, separated by a layer of yarn, but you can see it but you can't tell it. It's clearly on your lips, but you don't know how to speak.