Crossover: A Different Inuyasha

"What a disappointment."

"Let him think about it in the air."

Inside the room, Inuyasha looked at Yura's alluring face, but didn't get up. He said something, then closed his eyes and continued lying down.

Jieluo held Inuyasha's head in her hands, knelt on the ground with her legs together, letting him rest on her fair thighs, and gently circled her fingertips around his temples.

"Wolf is not very capable; he can't even handle the job of escorting errand runners properly."

Unlike fantasy or martial arts worlds, this anime world doesn't have clear hierarchical distinctions or a fixed hierarchy. You can only know who is strong and who is weak by actually fighting them.

Compared to those roadside scum who don't even deserve a name, Lang Yegan is already a rare talent. At least he knows how to run away and knows when to back down.

But then again, despite repeatedly backing down and running away, he survived, but the ferocity and bloodthirstiness that monsters and wolves should possess were worn away in the process of retreating.

Such subordinates can only fight when things are going well; they are not capable of handling important matters or taking on significant responsibilities.

It's even worse than wrong views.

Inuyasha remained silent, his eyelids twitching slightly as if he were pondering something.

During the Warring States period, there were actually quite a few monsters who could be considered powerful.

Leaving Sesshomaru aside, his pure demonic power was enough to make him invincible.

In the Western Kingdom, the Leopard Cat Lord is still an unawakened skeleton, and Donglan and the others are still running around searching for a way to revive him.

Inuyasha's thoughts slowly unfolded.

He remembered that in the original work, there were several names around this timeline that should not be overlooked.

The great demons Ryukotsusei, Hiyoumo, and Shishinki that Inu no Taisho sealed and defeated years ago.

These monsters are powerful, but the possibility of them submitting is negligible for the time being.

The remaining monsters include Bao Xian Gui, Yao Ling Da Sheng, Yao Lao Du Xian, the Four Fighting Gods, the Iron Rooster of the Fire Kingdom, the Underworld Beast, the Black Witch Chun, the Hundred Ghost Bats, the Demon Wolf Clan, and the Thunder Beast Brothers...

Jieluo slightly increased the pressure of her fingers, gently pulling his thoughts back.

"What are you thinking about?"

"...I'm thinking about how many fools there are in this era, waiting for me to deal with them."

"And how many interesting things are worth this old man's personal visit?"

Inuyasha opened his eyes and said calmly, "Let him come over. I have something to ask him."

"Yes, my young master."

Jieluo slightly raised her little finger, and the strands of hair wrapped around Langyegan a thousand meters away loosened.

His hair, like a yo-yo, pulled him along to the front of the wooden house.

Wolfy, who had just landed, looked up at the wooden house, knelt down at the door, and recounted the whole story from beginning to end.

From the appearance of the demon army, the nighttime encampment, the shrine maiden's barrier, the exorcist's sneak attack, to being instigated to split into two groups...

He didn't dare hide a single word about how he abandoned the civilians and fled alone, and he didn't even dare to suppress the occasional sobs in his voice.

After Lang Yegan finished speaking, he pressed his forehead to the ground, waiting for the verdict to come from inside the door.

The door creaked open from the inside.

Inuyasha walked out into the light, his expression obscured by the backlight, only his golden eyes shone brightly in the shadows, like two blazing beast eyes.

He moved his neck, and his joints made a slight "clicking" sound.

"lead the way."

"This old man needs to stretch his muscles."

Chapter 32 The Time of Twilight

Wolfy suddenly raised his head, his eyes still red, and said with great joy, "Lord Inuyasha, I'll lead the way right away!"

He scrambled to his feet, turned, and pointed in the direction he had come from. "That way! Head west. They can't go fast with so many civilians; we can keep up!"

At this point, Lang Yegan grinned menacingly, "As instructed by the adults, we've been keeping to the pace of the common people the whole way, traveling at a leisurely speed."

"How fast can those exorcists run now, dragging around such a bunch of burdens?"

"What's there to be happy about? Those people are all Inuyasha's property."

Jieluo slowly walked out of the house.

With just a glance from her, Lang Yegan felt as if he had been doused with cold water, and dared not even breathe loudly. He quickly turned around and led the way.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the mountain path, the morning mist had not yet dissipated, leaving people damp and clinging to the ground.

Master Fengxue raised his head and glanced at the sparse crowd that filled half of the hillside. His face was so dark it was almost dripping with water.

"It's almost half gone."

"In just one night, a team of nearly two thousand people... lost half of its members."

Upon hearing this, the exorcists, monks, and priestesses all fell silent.

Some people turned their heads away, some clenched their fists, and many more stared at the civilians huddled by the roadside, their faces filled with exhaustion and fear, unable to utter a word.

"It would be better to let the monsters take them away..." a young exorcist muttered under his breath, "At least so many people wouldn't have to disappear."

Upon hearing this, a monk soldier with bandages still wrapped around his shoulder suddenly stood up, his eyes bloodshot.

"What do you mean? We shouldn't have saved them? We made a mistake in saving them?!"

"That's not what I meant!" The young demon hunter exclaimed, his face flushed. "I just meant... we risked our lives, but we still lost so many people..."

Seeing that the scene was about to descend into chaos again, Master Fengxue took a deep breath and stood up.

"enough."

His voice wasn't loud, but it silenced the surrounding arguments abruptly.

In the demon-slaying community, strength equals power. Facing the Wind Cave Mage who contributed the most last night, everyone was willing to give him face as long as it didn't involve themselves.

Master Fengxue's gaze swept over everyone present, his face showing the exhaustion of a sleepless night, his eyes dull and gray. With his first words, he defined the nature of the matter.

“If we don’t intervene, none of these two thousand people will leave those mountains alive. The monster is forcing them eastward; do you think they’re going to enjoy a life of luxury, or becoming the monster’s food?”

"Even if the rumors of 'casting the city' are true, how many of them could survive under such intense labor and surrounded by monsters?"

"We are already incredibly fortunate to have saved a thousand people."

A morning breeze blew across the mountain path, swirling up the withered yellow leaves of late autumn, which landed in the middle of the crowd, and the demon hunters fell silent.

Among those present, two or three knew perfectly well that this was just an excuse.

They only thought about how to exorcise the demon and save people, but they didn't think about how to save people after driving the demon away.

Now that the Wind Cave Master has spoken up, it can reduce their inner guilt.

Master Fengxue looked around and, seeing that everyone's emotions were gradually calming down, softened his tone.

"This place is not safe yet, we are still in danger. Let's eat something, rest for a bit, and continue on our way."

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the direction where the shrine maiden was tending to the wounded, his figure appearing somewhat desolate in the morning light.

The people behind them sprang into action—some took out dry rations and distributed them to the civilians, some squatted by the stream and scooped water to wash their faces, and some silently tightened their loose leg wraps.

In a tense yet orderly atmosphere, the group began to move again, but they were already in poor condition, and their pace slowed down as if they were dragging heavy iron chains.

When the sun was high in the sky, Inuyasha, who had been chasing from behind, stood on a high ridge and scanned the surroundings—several corpses lay scattered on the hillsides.

Some were curled up in the bushes, while others lay across the stream, stained with blood.

Some were remains torn apart by wild beasts, and some wounds still retained demonic energy, as if they had been casually killed by passing monsters.

Several others fell to their deaths at the foot of the cliff, presumably because they couldn't see the path clearly at night and lost their footing.

The Wind Cave Monk's group was further ahead. With Inuyasha's eyesight, he could vaguely see their long, trailing shadows, like a tattered hemp rope wriggling along the mountain path.

Inuyasha turned his head away expressionlessly and glanced at Wolf.

Lang Yegan tensed up, cold sweat pouring from the back of his neck, and as if struck by a sudden inspiration, he spat out a pack of gray-black wolves.

"Don't worry, Lord Inuyasha!"

Wolfy's voice was urgent and loud, as if he was afraid that he would lose his life if he spoke too slowly, "The rest of the people, I will find them one by one and bring them back without missing a single one!"

"That's for the best."

Inuyasha withdrew his gaze and continued walking forward. Yura followed behind him, glancing at the corpses scattered on the hillside before casually looking away.

"Yura." Inuyasha's voice drifted over from the front, filled with anger, "Don't let them die too easily later."

"Understood, Master Inuyasha."

Jieluo responded with a soft voice, as light as the wind on the water, yet it carried a chilling under the afternoon sunlight.

As the sun sank behind the western mountains, the horizon turned a deep red.

Master Fengxue walked at the front of the group, his tense nerves finally relaxing a little.

The exit of the forest can be faintly seen ahead. After another half hour's walk, we will reach a town with inhabitants.

At that time, these more than a thousand people will finally be able to rest.

He exhaled, raised his hand to rub his sore temples, and was about to turn around to encourage the team and say, "Keep it up, we're almost there," when he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

As dusk fell, the Wind Cave Mage's eyes widened—above the winding procession behind him, several figures were slowly rising into the air, as if being pulled up by invisible threads.

The monk Mengxin on the stretcher, a seriously injured monk, and two young exorcists whose names they hadn't even memorized yet.

Their heads were bowed, their chins rested on their chests, and their limbs hung limply at their sides.

In the blood-red twilight light, they looked like little teru teru bozu dolls suspended on strings, swaying gently in the wind.

"Everyone be careful! Master Mengxin and the others have been controlled by the hair!"

A witch sensed something was amiss, her voice shattering the silence of the twilight.

The demon hunters all looked up in unison, their gazes sweeping over their companions suspended in mid-air, then over the treetops above them, the rocks on either side, and the mountain path behind them—

I can't see anything.

Those people's bodies were suspended there, as if they were being lifted up by the air itself.

Then, without any warning.

Streams of blood spurted from their limbs, shoulders, backs, waists, and abdomens.

Blood gushed into the air as fine droplets, scattering and spreading out in the dark red light of the sky, forming a brief but intense rain of blood.

Warm, sweet-smelling blood droplets landed on the stunned faces of the crowd below!

At the time of twilight—

Monsters are out!

Chapter 33 Bloodshed

The monk Mengxin was pulled back to consciousness from his coma by excruciating pain.

Before he could even open his eyes, he felt something inside his body moving through, pulling, and constricting his flesh.

"Ugh—Ahhh—!"

The sounds were sharp, like a snapped steel string, yet also muffled, like the cracking of bones. The sounds intertwined, seeping into the twilight, making one afraid to listen, yet unable to ignore them.

The other three also woke up almost at the same time, their screams intertwining and overlapping in the blood-red twilight, a sound so jarring it sent chills down one's spine.

Below, the Wind Cave Mage and the others looked up, their faces drained of color, their hands and feet icy cold.

The clothes of the four monks, including Mengxin, were torn apart, and their flesh was split open by an unseen force, as if cut open from the inside by an invisible knife.

Besides the head and heart, blood tentacles emerging from the body are taking over the body.

The common people also saw this scene clearly.

Terrified screams erupted like a torrent, and some people collapsed to the ground, their legs giving way.

Some people turned and ran wildly, tumbling and crawling, flailing about on their hands and feet in the woods.

Before anyone could run away, they were tripped and fell to the ground, their cries, screams, and trampling sounds creating a chaotic explosion of fear.