Crossover anime/manga, can you be my immortal companion for life?

"Let go of Jing..."

"boom!"

Kazuma pulled the trigger.

The cellar fell silent immediately.

Whether it was Jingxin or Shazi who were just roaring.

Kirishiki Sako's eyes widened little by little as she looked at her body, which had been shot and splattered with blood.

This is...my blood...?

Hundreds of years passed by her eyes, finally settling on the last few decades.

Truly, even though she could only see Jingxin once every few decades, and even though her daily life was monitored, she still considered these to be the happiest decade or so of her life.

At least she gained a confidant, at least in her life filled with guilt, clinging to the belief that she was once human, finding pain in killing, yet afraid to die, and forced to live by constantly sucking blood.

Then someone appeared, and a firm voice told her that she just wanted to live, that she had done nothing wrong, and that she could let go of her psychological burden and hurt others, just like humans eat pigs and cows.

She was happy when he was around, and even after hearing these words, she couldn't shake off her guilt, but she was happy to have him.

Unfortunately, while in human stories it seems that those who elope with vampires always have happy endings, reality is so cruel.

"Bang! Bang!" Without hesitation, Kazuma gripped the gun with both hands to reduce the recoil and fired again.

Sand fell to the ground with a thud; her heart had been pierced by a gunshot.

Kazuma turned his face away because this guy looked too much like a child, and he really couldn't bear to look at him.

"sand!!"

Jingxin let out a painful scream.

He did all of this, all of this since fourteen years ago, not just for the sake of sand!

Because he came into contact with the sand, his innocent parents were executed by the villagers as accomplices of the ghouls.

He fed himself to the sand.

He created a lot of literary works, but the core was always the same: what kind of person or prey, what kind of right or wrong—something a person capable of such actions doesn't care about. He simply identified with Sha Zi, someone who could understand his work, and wanted her to live...5

"Fuck you! That's disgusting!"

Kerry lifted the spinning chainsaw and pulled it upwards, while Jingxin stared blankly at the sand staring back at him.

An experiment once showed that a person could retain consciousness even after being beheaded. He stared at the face, his eyes gradually dimming.

Chapter Forty-Two: Escape from Death

As white specks of light floated from Jingxin and Shazi, the overly tempting smell on the mountain for Keri and Kazuma finally dissipated completely.

I don't know if there are any people hiding here, but there are definitely no more ghouls.

Kerry and Kazuma gathered everyone together and announced their final task as rebels.

“If they have backup or are unconnected, they will definitely surround the village and prevent us from leaving! They might be professional yakuza or even police, but what we need to do is escape from here, grab the weapons we’ve gathered from the mountains, and charge out!”

"it is good!!"

There were about 50 people around, and they shouted loudly.

"Then let's go!"

With a wave of his hand, Kerry sent everyone down the mountain.

They decided to rush out along one route first, and then split up and run towards the city.

However, before he left, some people stopped Kerry.

"Um! Thank you so much for saving us. May I ask... how can we thank you?"

Kazuma waved to the person who came to ask.

"We'll be grateful if you just don't go around talking about us."

Kerry and Zhen both knew that many people here had witnessed their miraculous regeneration, and they might say things they shouldn't have once they left or been caught by the Metropolitan Police Department.

Don't be fooled by everyone's united spirit now; things might be different once we're separated.

To maximize profits, the best course of action is to kill everyone who knows about their special abilities.

However, they won't do that.

Or rather, why would someone who would do that come to this mountain in the first place?

They waved goodbye, and together they rushed down the mountain.

...

At this moment, in a private house, Goto Ichiri was trembling with fear.

Kerry's words echoed in her mind: he told her to make a big deal out of it if she didn't see him that night.

But she really wanted to, really wanted to, start talking on YouTube right now because she was so worried about the safety of her parents and sister.

In the house where there were no living people, only a few corpses to keep her company, her throat was dry and hoarse from crying.

She found a knife and placed it beside her, but she didn't know if she had the resolve to raise her weapon in the face of an enemy attack.

She felt a bit foolish; she should have thought of a solution immediately for her safety, but she hadn't taken any action.

That person seemed to be saying that he was going up the mountain to do something, whether it was to rescue someone or...

I don't know, and Ichiri Goto didn't have the courage to ask at the time.

Even though that person did seem to have survived a seemingly certain death, he still had a companion.

Goto Ichiri also felt that it was unrealistic for them to cause trouble for those villagers; they had guns, and they had so many people.

But a kind of unrealistic and illusory hope arose in her heart.

What if... what if he actually succeeds?

What if he really brought his parents and sister down the mountain?

Even though she knew it was impossible, she still harbored this fantasy.

Like watching the ethereal reflection of the moon in the water, in a country where believers make up more than half the population, she had no faith, but at this moment she also prayed sincerely, praying for a change of fortune, praying for an impossible miracle.

She prayed that some miracle would happen that surpassed her ideals and shattered her perceptions.

Instead of forcing her to confront the cold reality and this sad future.

But no matter how much you yearn for it, miracles never seem to happen in reality.

As darkness fell and the sun sank, she had only drunk a little water all day and hadn't slept a wink since last night.

Her heart sank little by little as the sun gradually dimmed, the rosy clouds and the still-burning fire dyed everything outside the window.

"Boom boom boom!"

The door was being knocked on; it was a room door, a room on the first floor!

Goto Ichiri, who was standing by the second-floor window, trembled. Who was it?

Are they villagers here or...?

"Yili! Yili! Are you alright, Yili?!"

"mom!"

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Goto Ichiri's mind snapped completely. She didn't even have time to feel ecstatic before she realized that it was just her imagination.

Using both hands and feet, Goto Ichiri burst forth at the fastest speed she had ever seen, tumbling and crawling down the stairs. She fell once on the first floor, but immediately got up again, rushed to the entrance hall, and opened the door next to the corpse Kerry had left behind.

Upon seeing the anxious and haggard faces of her family, Goto Ichiri rushed over without hesitation.

Naoki Goto, a middle-aged man who always cared about the opinions of others, disregarded the many people around him and burst into tears while holding his daughter.

These people were all there because they had heard that his daughter was still down the mountain and had come to help prevent anything from happening to her. Another group of people had already started running forward on the road.

"Let's go! If we fall behind, we might not be able to get out."

Goto Ichiri, who was crying while holding her younger sister in her parents' arms, heard the sound she had been hearing frequently these past few days.

Goto Ichiri looked up and saw the person who had told him to hide in the house earlier.

He was waving, beckoning the people around him to come out with them.

"Alright, we've already covered a mile. Now it's more important to get out of here."

Naoki Goto patted his daughter's head.

"We really have to thank Shimura-kun this time. If it weren't for him taking Sato-kun with him, we wouldn't have made it out alive."

Goto Ichiri then noticed that his father was holding a hunting rifle.

The way her father looked in that direction seemed to carry a light she had never seen before—a strange excitement and fervor, yet it didn't seem to be worship.

Everyone gathered on the road, and some disabled people and children got into the few remaining intact cars. Together, they rushed towards Songfu!

...

Three days later, Arakawa Ward, Tokyo, under the Arakawa Bridge.

The village chief watched as the two people with burlap sacks over their heads, leaving only two holes for looking out, removed their sacks.

"I...I thought I was going to die from exhaustion! I already told you, let's just run. Why did you have to go to Songfu to do something like 'cut the weeds and wipe them out completely,' taking down their entire territory along with the surrounding areas?"

Even after sitting for five minutes, Kazuma was only just beginning to catch his first breath.

Kerry waved his hand repeatedly.

"Phew! There's nothing we can do. Even without the ghouls, those people will just keep buying and selling people if they stay alive. By the way, Kappa, is your soup ready yet?"

It looked like the character "井" (well) had appeared on the village chief's forehead.

He never expected that these two thugs, who had been pursued by the Metropolitan Police Department, would actually hide here without hesitation, leaving him with no choice but to step in and resolve the matter.

However, the village chief did not refute Kerry, but continued to cook the fish soup.

Recalling the news I heard during my meeting with the Metropolitan Police Department, I felt a chill run down my spine.

"You two have done a great job. I reckon the Xinxiang incident will be reported nationwide in a few days. Many members of the Limin faction were involved this time, and they're likely to be purged of a large sum of money. They might even lose their eligibility for re-election in next year's general election."