This is My Juggernaut Journey

"Now I think why my lord wants to see you."

"Why?" The swordsman is studying the destruction of corpses and traces intently, which may be useful in the future.

The girl put her hands behind her back and replied with a light smile, "You are all very wise~~"

Yuzuru nodded, even though she had forgotten the name of the girl's protagonist, she vaguely remembered that it was a very special person.

In other words, no one special how to lead this group of freaks.

He saw that Yamashita had completed the cover-up work, and he couldn't even see the slightest clue. He had to lament the professionalism of these people. The crime will be buried here and never return to the world.

"By the way, thank you for the previous things." Yuxian thanked you before leaving.

"It's nothing, my 'butterfly house' also needs manpower."

Before leaving, Yuxian asked her to take "Yingzi" away. Although there are many orphans who have lost their relatives in the town, Yuxian has his own way.

To fulfill the promise, sympathy will never overflow, because power is limited after all, and tragic things cannot be managed.

"Thank you." Yuzuru nodded, and followed the other party into the forest. It's time for him to go to a secret place under the leadership of the two "pillars"——

The base camp of the Ghost Killing Squad!

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The era has endowed human beings with the ability to overcome the night. When the sun sinks at the end of the horizon, Asakusa has become a night pearl.

The lights are like a sea, and thousands of streets are flickering.When the swordsmen of the Demon Killing Team were fighting the evil spirits in the mountains, the human beings in this world were enjoying the glory of the times.

At least on the bright side, there is no darkness.

On the bustling street, crowds were standing shoulder to shoulder. Suddenly, an imported Ford car stopped at the entrance of the alley. The rear door opened, and a man in a foreign suit and a white top hat stepped down from it.

He is very handsome and fair, with a bunch of black hair hanging on his forehead, which always makes people feel feminine. With a Hexi smile on his face, he said a few words to the women and children in the car , pressed down the brim of his hat, and stepped into the alley.

No matter how rich the city is, there are always places where the lights can't shine. Such alleys full of drunks and filth are not supposed to be entered by men in such clothes, but he ignored the eyes around him and walked straight into the depths.

pat.

The sound of the leather shoes knocking stopped, he turned his head sideways, looked at the people behind him who took out the knives, frowned slightly, and raised his hands to prepare the dregs.

But at the moment of wrinkling, a deep cold wind hit, and those few people turned into ice sculptures without even screaming. It was early summer, and the temperature in the alley reached zero in an instant.

However, the man in the dress didn't feel the cold. He saw the ice sculpture turn into shards of ice, and when the shards of ice turned into fly ash, the blond-haired Moon Ghost Tongmo knelt down on one knee.

"What you did just now saved your life." The man said indifferently, without emotion, as if sitting on the highest throne, no one could threaten him.

Tong Mo, who had just made a fuss in Fukuyama Town, raised his head, there was no hint of a hippie smile on his face, the wounds on his chest and abdomen were only half healed, and he looked quite ferocious.

"It's your responsibility as a December ghost to clean up the trash for you. You can't get your hands dirty with the despicable trash."

Tong Mo bowed his head very humblely, offering his loyalty to this 'human being' who could destroy his own life at any time.

"Please forgive me for my mistake, my lord."

The 'fear' I just learned came in handy immediately, the Moon Ghost is waiting for the Judgment of the Master!

Hongmeng Pavilion 2⑥ 3④

PS: There will be another chapter later, wait!

Chapter 220 Three Ghost Dance Tsuji Miserable

Tong Mo, the top string of ghosts in December, is already the third character in the 'ghost' camp according to the ranking, but unfortunately, ghosts only have two levels.

One is Ghost Dance Tsuji Wumi, and the other is other!

This is an unreasonable hierarchical system. As the 'true ancestors' of all ghosts, including Tong Mo, they were all created by its blood. In one thought, no matter whether you are a moon ghost or a cannon fodder, you are all die!

Therefore, evil spirits, no pyramids!

The alley was extremely quiet, and the Moon Ghost, who had beaten two powerful swordsmen just now, knelt on the ground, his muscles tensed, and he didn't even have the qualifications to fight desperately except for fear.

People with eternal life certainly cherish life more, but Tong Mo knows that Master Wu Mi hates sophistry the most, so he can only kneel down and wait without saying a word.

tick, tick...

The condensed cold air melted and slowly dripped to the ground, maybe a minute, maybe an hour, when Tong Mo couldn't tell the time, the 'man' in front of him finally spoke.

"Tell me, which 'pillar' hurt you here. It stands to reason that you should be able to deal with more than three 'pillars' when you wind up the string." Guiwu Tsuji was expressionless, and the string was just a precious prop. That's it, it can't cause mood swings.

"A 'Water Pillar,' negligible though; and a self-proclaimed Ghost Hunter."

"Ghost hunter?" Wu Mi's expression finally changed. It has survived for thousands of years, while the Ghost Killing Squad has only been around for more than 400 years. Of course, humans resisted in the gap of nearly 600 years.

Samurai, swordsman, monk, daimyo...

In the long years, he also couldn't count how many people stood in front of him and were killed at will. Back then, the moon ghost was not even needed.

'Perhaps the 'ghost hunter' is a descendant of one of them, it is not a large scale, and it is difficult for me to know. '

Wu Mi was cautious by nature, thought for a moment, and asked: "Then the ghost hunter you mentioned, is he good?"

"It feels weaker than 'Zhu', but it has many sword skills that I haven't seen before." Seeing his life, Tong Mo relaxed and tilted his head and replied: "The key is his knife! After he cut me, he recovered his strength." It will become extremely slow, and I feel that if I get hacked a few more times, it will kill me even without beheading!"

"Is there such a thing?" Wu Mi's face changed, although this Tong Mo was heartless, he didn't have the guts to lie to me.

As a 'True Ancestor', it clearly knows the pros and cons of its own race:

Ghosts rely on three magic weapons, one is a strong body and blood ghost art, the other is resilience, and the third is that there are very few natural enemies.