Crossover: A Different Inuyasha.

Inuyasha picked up the red skull, which was slightly larger than his palm, examined it for a moment, and unconsciously thought of Kagome Higurashi.

If we count it up, the reverse hair knot was the first life-or-death crisis that he and Kagome encountered.

A modern girl living in a peaceful era was not defeated by the evil all around her and the impending death. Instead, she bravely, carefully, and firmly confronted the demons.

This mindset is extraordinary!

This made him like and miss her even more.

"I want to see you so much, Kagome."

Suppressing his desire, Inuyasha walked with an air of ruthlessness, tossing Yura's manhood up and down, stepping over the pile of dead bones, until he reached her and lowered his gaze.

The alluring and seductive female demon who made her debut has now become a tattered rag doll.

Blood seeped from beneath her mangled body, soaking the hair and broken bones on the ground.

She lay on her back in the shadows where the moonlight couldn't reach, her limbs twisted.

Her exposed skin was covered in bloodstains, devoid of any former charm or fierceness.

Like those lost souls who were hoisted up by her hair net and had their heads cut off, they became lambs to the slaughter in Inuyasha's hands.

Jieluo was completely unable to move, except for her eyes, which could still move. In her dim eyes, there was only a murky look of impending death.

She heard footsteps crunching on dry bones, approaching from afar, and finally stopping beside her.

Jieluo gazed at Inuyasha under the moonlight, casually tossing the red skull in his hand—it was her life, her everything.

Moonlight streamed down from behind Inuyasha, casting a cold silver hue over his silhouette while concealing his face in shadow.

It is common for demons and monsters to fight each other; it is nothing more than the survival of the fittest.

Now that things have come to this, Jie Luo has nothing left to say but curse, curse people fiercely!

She was just staying home and being a nice stay-at-home girl when someone suddenly came knocking on her door for no reason.

"What danger? Aren't you in far more danger than me? You damned half-demon bastard!"

"Just go and die already!"

Her once bright and sparkling pink eyes could only stare intently at the slightly golden-rimmed eyes above her, using the burning anger in her pupils to express all the words she couldn't utter.

Inuyasha, now confident of victory, was in no hurry to make a move.

To kill or not to kill?

Because of his belief that "traveling to the second dimension without opening a crystal palace is like being impotent," and also because of his collecting obsession, Inuyasha didn't want to kill.

She was, after all, a wicked woman who amazed him in his childhood. It would be a shame to kill her so easily, but keeping her around to admire her wouldn't be bad either.

From the perspective of those in positions of power, they need some capable people or monsters to assist them, and Jieluo undoubtedly meets those requirements.

That hair-controlling technique, which only priestesses can see, is a weapon of mass slaughter for ordinary monsters and humans, completely overwhelming roadside monsters like the Centipede Demoness.

"However, he needs some discipline."

Having made his decision, Inuyasha crouched down and brought the red skull close to Yura's eyes. Under her glaring, furious gaze, he scratched at the top of the skull with his fingernails.

The surface of her skull is where the hair comb she relies on is located.

"Click—click—"

The sound of fingernails scraping against the surface of bone was exceptionally clear on the deathly silent cliff.

Each sound was like a dull knife cutting flesh, grinding inch by inch against the knotted nerves.

She watched helplessly as her life was manipulated at will by sharp claws, each scratch potentially becoming her final death knell.

The agony of waiting for death is more maddening than death itself.

Her eyes were so wide they almost popped out of their sockets, her murderous gaze seeming to have pierced Inuyasha's head a thousand times.

Realizing he was merely a powerless, furious Jieluo, he simply closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly on his blood-stained cheeks, as if he had given up all resistance and resigned himself to fate.

Then she heard that sentence.

It floated down lightly, along with the bone fragments, from above.

"Jieluo, do you want to live?"

The sudden hope made Jieluo open her eyes abruptly.

Inuyasha was looking her over.

"An evil half-demon!"

Jielu cursed inwardly, but instead of hope, her eyes were filled with renewed vigilance and suspicion.

She refused to believe the half-demon's nonsense and closed her eyes again.

But as soon as his eyes closed, he immediately opened them again.

Inuyasha had completely removed her hair comb from the red skull and was now holding it in his hand, playing with it over and over.

The comb teeth threaded through his fingers, gleaming with an eerie red light in the moonlight.

His movements were casual and gentle, as if he were fiddling with an interesting little toy, yet every finger was gripping the back of the comb.

That's the most vulnerable part of the comb; it will break if you apply even a little force.

The fear of death once again crept into Jieluo's heart.

Now, his true form was exposed between the claws, without any cover whatsoever.

She could feel the warmth of Inuyasha's fingertips emanating from the comb's spine.

You could even feel the tingling sensation of his fingernails lightly scraping against your skin.

Her life and fortune were now hanging in the hands of that dog demon that held her so casually.

"Do you really not want to live?"

Inuyasha asked again.

Jieluo, who was struggling on the brink of death, suddenly hesitated.

Inuyasha noticed the change in the female demon's expression, chuckled, and placed the hair comb in his hand on her chest.

The moment the comb touched her skin, Jieluo's eyes lit up, and her hair rippled in the blink of an eye.

Thousands upon thousands of strands of hair surged in from all directions, enveloping her entire body.

The broken bones were pulled back into place by the strands of hair, the torn flesh was stitched together seamlessly by the hair, and even the wound that pierced through the chest disappeared in the fine weave of the hair.

If this kind of clever recovery ability were to be mastered and the principle of "art is explosion" were applied, the combat power would be on a completely different level.

Before long, Yura stood in front of Inuyasha again.

Her short, jet-black hair swayed gently in the night breeze, and the turbidity in her eyes had been replaced by clarity, giving them a captivating luster once more.

The cool black ninja outfit was meticulously mended with every strand of hair.

Inuyasha bent down to pick up the crimson haze that had fallen to the ground and tossed it aside casually.

Jieluo caught her beloved sword, pondering whether to make a strategic retreat, when she saw the dog demon raise its claws, which gleamed coldly in the moonlight, with a maniacal smile on its face.

"Come with me, let's see the world."

Jieluo stood there, staring at Inuyasha who was saying, "If you don't follow me, I'll kill you." Her eyes twitched, and she held back for a while before finally speaking.

"Aren't you afraid I'll ambush you?"

"You don't have that ability."

Inuyasha gave Yura a disdainful look, turned around and left, "Stop dawdling, it's late and I need to sleep."

"Who's out here harassing women so late at night!"

The night wind swept through the valley, stirring the withered hair scattered on the ground, and the female monster began to walk.

Stepping on the scattered hair and bones under the moonlight, Jieluo looked at the silver-haired figure ahead and followed, her face flushed.

The ninja outfit blended into the night, with only the yellow belt occasionally flashing in the moonlight.

"Inuyasha, you'll regret this!"