The main Hokage man will only hinder my speed in making hand seals

Ordinary bookshelves, ordinary curtains, ordinary paintings, ordinary screens, ordinary ornaments.

It was such a boring place, Haruka was really starting to dislike it. So, why were they being so sneaky?

Douma watched Haruka wandering around the room with interest, and kindly pointed her in the direction: "The switch is over there, my collection is in the dark room."

Haruka isn't interested in his collection and she already wants to leave.

Douma saw Haruwa walking towards the door and stood up quickly. "Come and have a look. This is the first time I share my collection with others."

Hearing his request to stay, Qinghe stopped and looked back at him.

Douma seemed very excited. He walked to the bookshelf and turned the switch.

A wall of skulls was displayed like this.

On the ground next to the shelf, there was a strange vase with a skull with hair stuck in it.

Douma stared at Haruka without blinking. Oh, how would this little girl react? Would she be angry? Or scared? Would she be excited?

What emotions will she convey to him this time?

"Tsk."

Qinghe obviously let out a disgusted sound, turned her head back, and reached out to open the sliding door.

That's it? She wasted these few seconds in vain, which was unsurprisingly boring.

Douma felt the deep disdain from Haruwa, an undisguised disdain, and a hint of contempt.

"Eh?" Douma couldn't understand. He didn't expect this reaction.

Why is she different from the others? Seeing so many corpses of her own kind, isn't she afraid? Isn't she angry?

The next second, Douma appeared at the door. He blocked the door and lowered his body with a smile: "Then let's talk about some topics that interest you."

"I don't really want to. You're so boring." Qinghe didn't want to chat with strange people.

"Boring? Eh -- I've never been described that way before."

Douma thought about how those people described him: compassionate, gentle, cold, cruel...

"Can you be more specific?" Douma asked.

He found it so interesting to waste time in this kind of give and take. Is this the legendary making friends?

"Aren't you a cannibal?" Qinghe asked back.

She looked at the ghost blocking the door again and came to the same conclusion - boring.

Douma didn't show any anger or fear at being exposed. Instead, he looked very surprised: "Yes, I am a cannibal. You are so smart, little girl!"

Qinghe asked him again: "What is your preference for girls?"

"In love with them." Douma answered honestly.

"So, you're really boring, and a little weird for some unknown reason," Haruka concluded.

Anyway, no matter how bored Qinghe is, he will not collect the leftover fish bones, and he will not fall in love with his favorite mousse cake.

Douma seemed very satisfied to hear such ruthless words. He simply sat at the door, blocking the road while chatting with Haruwa.

"It seems that I only have two shortcomings."

Qinghe kicked his leg with her toes: "Don't block the road. I'll be angry if you block me again. Get out of the way."

"Okay, let's talk for a while, just a little while." Douma requested, and quietly froze the door with blood demon technique.

"Come to think of it, Akaza-sama always warns me like this, and usually by this time, my head has already been smashed by him."

"Akoza is my colleague, or rather my subordinate, but he seems a little unhappy about this fact."

"Even though I treated them so warmly, they were very cold to me and never came to visit me."

Haruka looked at Douma without saying anything, but just silently estimated how much force would be needed to kick him from the basement into the sun, or maybe just kick him to death?

"Oh - I almost got it wrong. Now we should talk about something that interests you, right?"

Douma suddenly had an idea and thought of what the female believers had said before. He clapped his hands and said, "Oh, that's right! Girls should like jewelry and snacks, right?"

He smelled her carefully and seemed to smell some sweet cake scent on her.

"Do you like pastries? The pastries here are great. I'll ask them to make them." Douma accidentally took the right chip.

He conjured up a small ice man and asked it to find the man who led the way to arrange a task.

"Okay, let's chat while we wait for the pastries."

Qinghe gave Dianxin some face for the time being. She was not in a hurry to leave and found a cleaner prayer mat in the room to sit down.

She looked at Douma who was following closely beside her and signaled him to start his performance.

"Little girl, who were you talking to in the corridor in the backyard just now?" Although Douma rarely paid attention to these believers, he would occasionally look around.

This time, it seemed like I saw something interesting.

Douma guessed nonchalantly: "Could it be the ghost of the person I ate? Haha."

"Yes." Qinghe answered him.

Especially in this basement, there were so many ghosts that they were almost overlapping. Ryoko, who had come here before, also became one of them.

“I guessed it right!” Douma pretended to be very excited and continued to ask: “What do they look like? Are they very grateful to me?”

After all, he brought them eternal life and gave them the bliss they longed for.

Douma felt that he would definitely receive their gratitude.

"Hmm..." Haruka was still thinking about how to simply summarize the chaotic scene in the basement.

In Qinghe's eyes, the world is filled with ghosts clinging to him with shy faces, ghosts strangling his neck with ferocious faces, and ghosts who can't squeeze in and are stepped on.

There were ghosts outside trying desperately to squeeze in, ghosts that were crying and laughing crazily.

In the corners, there are ghosts crying and regretting, and there are ghosts scratching the walls desperately, trying to escape in fear.

There are also ghosts that wander aimlessly, switching back and forth between these states at random.

Now there are two more types, ghosts that keep crashing into Qing and the surrounding barriers, and ghosts that keep muttering to run away quickly.

This basement is so noisy that it hurts Qinghe's eyes:)

She found it hard to describe and could only say: "Dazzling."

To be honest, observing these ghosts is more interesting than chatting with the ghost opposite.

"It must be very interesting. I want to see it too!"

Douma moved a little closer to Haruwa, and Haruwa moved a little further away in disgust.

"Oh, you're just asking me questions again, little girl. Are you a ghost hunter?"

"Obviously not." Qinghe didn't think that there would be any ghost hunter who could sit here and chat with ghosts calmly.

Boring topics, poorly used clichés.

Did she have to try this cake? Qinghe asked herself, she felt that the cost of this meal was too high.

With her last bit of patience, she asked Douma a few more questions: "Can't you find a good topic?"

If you really can't find it, then don't force the conversation. It will be painful for her to talk about this topic.

"You've lived for hundreds of years, but you haven't developed any hobbies?"

"Didn't you learn anything new?"

Is he just eating people when he lives? Besides eating people, he has no leisure and entertainment at all? Wow, what a glutton.

"Is that so? I should learn something new so it won't be so boring?" Douma suddenly realized.

He smiled and said, "Will you enjoy chatting with me when I overcome my shortcomings?"

"Then you have a lot to overcome."

Qinghe felt that he was full of flaws, with his weird hair and strange taste in clothes, his slightly old-fashioned name, and his greasy mannerisms.

The talkative one is so noisy, boring and dull. He has not learned anything in hundreds of years, so his brain must be very stupid. He also smells of blood, which is very stinky.

"For example?" Douma was a little curious about how much she disliked him.

He has been worshipped as the flawless son of God since birth. It is such a novel experience that there are humans who think he is full of shortcomings.

"It's basically just your voice, which is barely within the acceptable range." Qinghe answered truthfully.

"What? The little girl hates almost everything about me. She curses me so filthy."

"What a harsh remark." Douma's face flushed: "I like it very much."

“???” Qinghe felt even more disgusted. Oh, what a masochist.