Crossover: A Different Inuyasha

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.

'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 crept into Jieluo's heart once again.

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 combined with the understanding that "art is explosion," 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, then turned and left, saying, "Stop dawdling, it's late and I need to sleep."

Who is 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!'

Chapter 6 The Little Monster's Wicked View

Inuyasha did not return to Kaede Village.

He found a sturdy ancient tree on the cliff, jumped to the highest branch, and lay down with his back against the old trunk.

From this height, the entire mountain range can be seen.

The rolling mountain ridges appeared in varying shades of blue under the moonlight.

The nearby sea of ​​trees was pushed by the night wind, surging out layer upon layer of silvery-gray waves.

Further away, a thin stream meanders through the valley.

The water surface was bathed in moonlight, appearing white as a silver thread left behind in the mountains.

The sky was sparsely populated with stars, and the moon was perfectly round.

Occasionally, a night bird would be startled from the forest, its wings flapping loudly as it flew overhead, before disappearing into another patch of shadow in the blink of an eye.

Inuyasha rested his arm behind his head, the night breeze ruffling his silver hair.

At this moment, he wasn't thinking about anything lewd; the food was already on his plate, ready to be eaten at any time.

In the world of monsters, there is no such thing as truth, goodness, or beauty; might makes right.

Inuyasha sniffed the scent carried by the wind, identifying the sources of danger in his surroundings.

If it's a monster like Yura, regardless of gender, I'll subdue it if I can.

Inuyasha had no interest in following Sesshomaru's example and wandering the streets with his family.

He wants to gather all the demons and build a demon court that never sets in this land, shaping everything there into his dream paradise.

Jieluo sat down under another tree.

A sliver of moonlight separated the two, and the female monster remained silent as well, seeing that the dog was not speaking.

Only the mountain breeze comes and goes, and the chirping of insects gradually begins.

Jieluo couldn't understand what Inuyasha was thinking, and the events of tonight were completely incomprehensible to her.

The only certainty is that I can't beat the other person.

That alone was enough for her to swallow all her resentment.

'One day, the half-demon will transform into a human, and on that day, all scores will be settled!'

Yura stared at Inuyasha's silver hair fluttering in the night breeze, a hint of affection appearing in her eyes.

As a comb spirit who has been combing the hair of the dead for many years and absorbed their resentment, her favorite thing is to collect hair.

She has seen countless strands of hair—human, monstrous, living, and dead.

But this head of silver hair is still a rare find.

The remaining point is simply because I haven't touched it myself yet, so I can't draw a conclusion.

It's so beautiful.

Jieluo's fingertips curled unconsciously, as if imagining the feel of the comb teeth passing through that head of silver hair—smooth as a waterfall, cool as water, each strand of hair bringing with it shimmering moonlight as it glided between the teeth.

Sensing something amiss, Inuyasha glanced at the slightly infatuated female demon, raised an eyebrow, and blurted out.

"What a submissive woman."

Jieluo's eyes widened in anger, disregarding whether he could win or not.

"You filthy dog ​​demon, die!"

With a wave of her hands, millions of strands of hair surged forth like a tidal wave, overwhelming that infuriating face.

Then the female monster felt a chill on her chest.

Inuyasha's claw pierced through her heart; the movement was so fast that Yura didn't even see when the dog demon moved.

Inuyasha withdrew his hand, took the red hair comb from her body, and stuffed it into his pocket without changing his expression.

Then, pulling her unsupported body, he slammed her against the tree, using the succubus's limp body as a cushion, comfortably placing it behind him.

Jieluo's head was pressed against the tree trunk, his face upturned, unable to move.

Her true form was nestled in the bastard's arms, warmed by his body temperature, while he used her body as a human-shaped cushion.

What is this? You can't beat them in a fight, you can't utter a word of abuse, and you can't even die.

Her pink eyes stared straight at the night sky above, her pupils gradually dilating.

She felt like she was broken.

As the moon set and the sun rose, Inuyasha, accompanied by Yura, swept through the mountains and fields within dozens of miles of Kaede Village over the next three days.

The rabble demons blocking the way were torn to pieces by sharp claws. A few of them were somewhat capable, but because they were too ugly, Inuyasha, who disliked their appearance, handed them over to Yura, who turned them into hair puppets.

By the evening of the third day, the last snake demon hiding in the swamp had just surfaced when it was chopped into pieces by the vengeful, sullen Jieluo, and the cleanup was officially over.

A campfire was lit by the stream.

Jieluo, acting as a temporary cook, squatted by the fire, turning the roasting meat on the fire in her hands, muttering to herself incessantly.

From "Damn half-demon" and "I hope you become human tomorrow" to "Wait until that day and I'll torture you to death."

Its rich vocabulary and varied sentence structures make it a veritable walking encyclopedia of curses.

But for Inuyasha, who has been exposed to the modern internet, this is nothing more than a tickle.

He rested his chin on his hand, lying on his side on the ground, ignoring the gossipy old woman from Jieluo.

In these three days, he figured out Jieluo's temper, and conversely, the female demon also got a general understanding of Gouzi's personality.

With a whooshing sound, Inuyasha caught the skewer of meat that Yura had shot at him like a crossbow bolt. He had just taken a bite when his dog ears twitched.

The wind carried a scent that was unfamiliar yet mingled with a familiar one.

The scent was faint, the demonic power weak, and it cautiously approached from the shadows of the forest.

Hesitant and timid, walking and stopping intermittently, as if he wanted to come over but was afraid of being swatted to death by a claw.

Having roughly guessed whose Inuyasha it was, she raised an eyebrow at the indifferent female demon and said, "Yura, grab him, but don't kill him."

The surrounding area is covered with sharp yet flexible hair strands, like metal wires. Thick-skinned dog demons can ignore them, but some weaker demons might be completely bewildered the moment they encounter them.

"They can't even have a peaceful meal."

Jie Luo didn't even get up, lazily raising his index finger.

A few seconds later, a piercing scream came from the bushes, followed by the crack of a branch breaking and frantic thrashing of hands, and then—all fell silent.

She pulled her hair back, and like a fisherman fishing out of the shadows of the woods, she pulled out a green figure that was still kicking its legs.

Xiejian was wrapped up in hair like a dumpling, and the staff with the human head had long since slipped from his hand.

Her legs were swinging wildly in the air, and her mouth was tightly bound by her hair, so she could only make muffled "uh-uh" sounds.

His hair twirled in mid-air, like a prey being hoisted up for slaughter, suspending him before Inuyasha and Yura.

The firelight reflected in his wide-open eyes, which were filled with terror.

"If you cause any more trouble, I'll kill you."

The silver-haired dog demon said with a smile.

Xie Jian immediately became obedient, and his yellowish eyes turned as clear as black crystal.

He could see evil, and he was quite clear that the man and woman in front of him were filled with evil energy and were not good people at all.

Moreover, the information I've gathered these past few days has corroborated this—the monsters in the surrounding area have almost all been killed by that adulterous couple!

'As expected of Sesshomaru's younger brother, he's a born villain.'

Xie Jian let out a wail in his heart.