Chapter 33 Resurrection, My Sister!

Death is not the end, oblivion is.

When the "resurrected" spirit son was decomposed again, this group of aloof nobles finally remembered again the fear of being dominated.

Familiar faces were erased one by one, devoured and decomposed by the branch-like black shadows until there was no trace left.

Everyone looked frightened, and the curses in their mouths turned into pleas.

Some even tried to squeeze out two non-existent tears, trying to make the boy in front of him change his mind.

But instead of getting any mercy, their actions accelerated the process of their own death again.

"Ming, do you hate these nobles?"

Aizen stood aside and asked calmly, "They don't seem to have any grudge against you."

Upon hearing this, Ru Yueming paused slightly, sighed softly, and said truthfully:

"It's not that I hate nobles."

"There are good and bad things in any group, and aristocrats are no exception."

"I have seen villains who take pleasure in killing people in the Bone Reverse Area, and I have also seen nobles who are compassionate."

"I just hate people with despicable personalities."

As he spoke, Ru Yueming's hands continued to speed up, manipulating the tree-like black shadows to re-decompose the spirits of the dead at the slowest speed.

Unlike the first death.

Kisaragi Akira thought that it would be too easy for these inferior guys to die just once.

Therefore, he chose to sacrifice all these people to the one-eyed god Mimihaki.

Completely deprive these people of the qualifications for reincarnation and plunge them into the eternal darkness of death!

As for the members of the Mole City family who are holding a meeting next to them, they do not need to be managed. When the power obtained from the sacrifice disappears, they will disappear together.

Gathering the souls of the dead and making them reappear in the world is not a true resurrection after all.

Looking at the bullying Kisaragi, Aizen lowered his eyes slightly, and his tense expression relaxed a little.

Although he is usually heartless, in essence, this guy doesn't seem to be too evil.

Perhaps only in this way can we live with maximum happiness.

In the dark prison, mottled bloodstains dotted the dark walls, and the floor paved with boulders were mixed with several pieces of long-dried meat.

Since the nobles sitting on the high platform were all killed with brutal methods, this execution ground was abolished by the resolution of the Forty-sixth Chamber.

No one else has been here in decades.

But now, two white figures appeared in the prison.

The former, the pure white captain Haori.

The latter, slightly embarrassed prison uniform.

But the attitudes of both sides were in sharp contrast to their respective costumes.

Molejo Shuuya, who was wearing a white captain's haori, looked nervously at the familiar and unfamiliar faces in front of him, hesitating to speak, his palms full of sweat.

Back then, he had never been so nervous when he faced the first generation of swordsman Hachigawa Yashiki.

"Yes, Xiaoshuang?"

Doubt flashed in the girl's eyes, as if she didn't understand her current state, nor did she understand the inexplicable familiarity of the man in front of her.

She walked up to the man without any hesitation, and held his big hand tightly with her slender and scarred hands.

next moment.

The girl smiled, and the familiar tenderness appeared on her thin face, like a ray of bright light that dispelled all the darkness in the prison.

"As expected, it's Xiao Shuang."

"Although your hands have become much bigger and have a little more calluses, you have really fulfilled your agreement with your sister."

Mole Chengshuang also looked at the girl's face, opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't say a thousand words.

"It seems like years have passed."

The girl's right hand caressed Mole Cheng Shuangye's face, "You must be very tired after carrying so many things over the years."

"Sister should not have said those words at that time."

"What is gone will eventually pass away, and forcing it to remain will only lead to pain."

"Be it glory or hope."

"But since you are still alive, it means that those people have really kept their promise and I am really happy to see you again..."

…………

I don’t know how much time has passed.

When Mole Chengshuang said the first sentence in a hoarse voice, he opened his chatterbox and told the girl in front of him his experiences over the years.

Until, the girl's figure once again produced ripple-like fluctuations.

Upon seeing this, the two men's expressions froze at the same time, and a deathly silence fell in the prison.

After a moment of silence, the girl raised her lips and smiled:

"It looks like the time has come."

"It's a pity that I haven't heard your story since you became captain."

A glimmer of light shone on the thin body, and fragments flew like snowflakes, turning into countless spirit sons, and gradually disappeared before his eyes.

"No need to be sad, Xiaoshuang."

"I have no regrets about meeting you when you grow up."

The girl smiled softly, "Let's leave a promise when we say goodbye this time."

"Xiao Shuang, live well..."

After the words fell, a dim light appeared, and the hazy figure suddenly shattered, disintegrated and disappeared in front of Mole City Shuangye.

At this moment, the emotions in his heart could no longer be suppressed and were released like a volcano erupting.

Wails like wild beasts echoed in the prison, and the extreme pain broke out wantonly, tearing the heart into pieces.

In the execution ground, Ru Yueming's expression was slightly dull, and he looked in the direction of the sound in surprise.

"Soyousuke, this guy seems to be terribly stimulated."

"Are we going a little too far?"

Hearing this, Aizen was helpless and said with a slight headache: "Please change 'we' to 'I'. You made the plan and you are the executor."

"You didn't listen to my advice at all."

Sometimes, this guy insists on going his own way, like a stubborn donkey that cannot be pulled back.

"Okay, Sosuke."

While Ru Yueming was speaking, the movements of his hands were still smooth, without any sluggishness.

"What you did is indeed a bit excessive."

"It's just this once, not next time."

Aizen was silent for a moment.

"In the name of Ruyue Palace Secretary, I offer sacrifices to the one-eyed god Mimihaki..."

Kisaragi Ming's expression was slightly serious, and he recited the sacrificial incantation in a low voice. The substantial spiritual pressure continued to flow in front of the altar table, outlining Mimi Haki's indifferent one eye.

"Sacrifice the dead and release the power of the eye hidden deep in the bone-reverse zone."

The black shadow condensed into a right hand with eyes growing in the palm, and countless glimmers of light condensed in the palm.

In an instant, terrible pressure swept over me!

Ru Yueming's face turned red from holding back, and he tried his best to manipulate the black shadow, trying to pour it into the rattle on the altar table.

"Soyousuke..."

Huge spiritual pressure came with a bang, like a mountain torrent, and was released wantonly into the execution ground.

The black shadows were restrained by this terrifying spiritual pressure, completed the final steps, and all submerged into the rattle.

The dark single eye slowly appeared on Ling...

To put it bluntly, I'm really not good at writing tragedies.

In the official novel, although Mole City is very extreme, he is also quite pitiful. He saw his whole family being killed, and his closest sister also died in front of him. Looking at the entire Bleach, there is no character more miserable than him, so, I arranged a better ending for him with a little selfishness.

ps: To explain, Mimihaki is the right hand of the Soul King, and his authority is "stillness". As for the interaction with Ukitake, it will be arranged later.