hold on, i can

It was still passed on.

At the cost of sacrificing Feng Zhu's stepson who fell into a coma due to an unknown blood ghost technique.

The fourth beheading!

Everything is planned.

Accidentally discovered Kakain Yayoi's secret and died in the hands of the Demon Killing Squad.

The finishing touches are also done.

The crow that was just released accidentally made Onimai Tsuji very dissatisfied with the efficiency of Yayoi Kakaiin.

Punishment is inevitable.

"Yayoi, double the wisteria flower sachet."

Kakain Yayoi, who was kneeling on the ground respectfully, said, "Yes, Master Wuyou."

"Find the ghost and execute it to death."

Holding up the pavement of the clear lake water, Kakaiin Yayoi suppressed all the worries forcibly.

After getting rid of all distracting thoughts, the mind continued to run at high speed.

The first step of the pawn trial is completed.

As he expected, Boss Scrap doesn't care too much about weak monsters.

It's just that the information that ghosts with low strength know is so weak.

I'm a little bit troubled.

The boy got up and left the woods.

It's about to dawn.

The dawn breaks through the night, and in the village not far away, the morning rooster crowing loudly calls for the rising sun.

As a ghost, Kakaiin Yayoi walked out slowly facing the rising sun.

Well, people always come up with solutions.

☆, the fifth day of becoming a ghost (catching insects)

The charcoal seller's business is very good this year.

The industrious Zaomen family is like industrious bees since autumn, working hard to gather nectar.

After a hardworking autumn, it is the harvest season.

After a heavy snowfall, many families at the foot of the mountain ran out of charcoal.

An acquaintance of the store owner had been waiting at the door of the store early in the morning, waiting for the charcoal seller to come down the mountain with a basket of black charcoal on his back.

Sure enough, when the sky was dimly lit, a red-haired man in a haori patterned with Ichimatsu came walking from the snow.

Slowly but firmly took steps.

If someone watched carefully, they might even be surprised that the distance between the footprints left by the sick-looking man in the snow was exactly the same.

But no one here has the spare time to pay attention to this detail.

Busy ordinary people wrapped in thick cotton clothes are still most concerned about this severe winter.

"You are finally here, Zaomen. The sudden snowfall in this damn weather is really unbearable." The familiar shopkeeper has already greeted him. Good coal.

Zamon Tanjuro smiled refreshingly, "Do you want to prepare more charcoal this time?"

The shopkeeper thought about it for a while, but he was still ruthless. He bought a lot more than usual, and then he was laughed and scolded by the eagerly awaited neighbors, "Grain seller, you should leave some for us who are behind."

"Tch, who doesn't know that you still have a lot of charcoal in stock at home."

"Please don't worry, we brought enough charcoal down the mountain this time."

The grain seller had already packed the charcoal he needed during this period, and there were not many customers in the store early in the morning, so he started chatting about the daily routine.

"Zaomen, haven't seen Huizi for a long time?"

Huizi's secret pickles are also well received by the shops in the town.

In the past, the husband and wife would go down the mountain together, but recently they only saw Zaomen going out alone, "Are you sick?"

Zamon Tanjuro shook his head with a smile, a little helpless, and he carried the packed charcoal back to the gap in the back room and replied, "The wind and snow have been too heavy recently, and Tanjirou is still young, so he can't stand such a wind and snow."

In July, the eldest son of the Zaomen family was born.

It was his and Huizi's first child, a healthy boy.

Children who have not been weaned should not go out in such a snowy day.

"Tanjirou is almost half a year old, right?"

"Not long ago, I was only half a year old, and I have been making a fuss recently and want to walk."

Regarding the lively eldest son, Kamado Tanjuro's face was extremely soft when he talked about it.

The little guy can't even crawl well, so he wants to stand up and walk around all day long.

The uncle who sells food has a hearty smile, "That is really a lively little guy."

For poor families, the greatest joy is to hear others praise your children for being lively.

Because being active means being healthy.

In an era when there is a shortage of medicines that can easily kill an adult with a cold or a cold, healthy and lively children can grow up more smoothly and safely.

Chatted with the uncle who sells grain for a while, until the first customer walked into the grain store, and then the chat ended. Kamado Tanjuro thought of the situation when he was in the town last time, and went to sell sweets The courtyard of the mother-in-law's house.

I moved the last batch of charcoal fire into my mother-in-law's backyard, and helped her to clean up the snow in the yard, and repaired the roof that was crushed by the heavy snow. Then I took out some money slowly, "Please help me Pack five big blessings."

"Langping, you have a lot of money." The mother-in-law took out some more from the pile of small change and pushed it back.

Zamon Tanjuro smiled, and the sun ring earrings by the earlobe shook slightly with the owner's movements, "I haven't thanked you for the brown sugar water when Keiko gave birth."

Sugar is a fortune for them.That's why we can't take advantage of my mother-in-law just because of her kindness.

The mother-in-law sighed, and finally accepted the money, but wrapped six big blessings quickly, "I gave the extra one to Tanjiro."

Although everyone knows that children who haven't even grown their baby teeth can't eat sweets at all.

Kamado Tanjuro frowned, a little embarrassed.

The mother-in-law has already driven people out fiercely, "Go, go, don't block my business at the door."

That's why I had to thank my mother-in-law for her kindness in a funny way, and got up to leave.

After buying salt and desserts, and choosing a fashionable hair rope for his wife at home, Kamado Tanjuro finally set off for home after making sure that all the necessities on his purchase list were ready.

Business was good today, and the sun hadn't set when we got home.

The hardworking and virtuous wife had already boiled hot water, and the little baby on her back opened the same red pupils as his father, babbling and enjoying himself.

A dark brown ink dot appeared in the vast snow.

It was Kamado Tanjuro who had left early and returned.

Huizi gently brushed off the falling snow from her husband's shoulders, wiped off the dense beads of sweat for him, and said with eyes full of love, "Come into the house."

It's going to snow again.

There is always a charcoal fire in the crowded hut, and as soon as you enter the door, you can see the heating on the pavement, and the gurgling hot water is hanging on the stove.

The well-prepared rice porridge and secret pickles were served with a plate of small sliced ​​meat and a few rough noodles.

It was already a sumptuous dinner.

"Huizi, cut some more of the venison you hunted last time."

Keiko, who had already put Tanjiro to sleep, was slightly surprised when she heard her husband's request, then nodded gently, and asked curiously, "Is there any guest coming?"

It's so late.

The sky was gloomy as if it was about to collapse. According to past experience, there would be a blizzard soon.

Even experienced hunters would not travel on such a snowy night.

If you are not careful, you will get lost in the mountains and forests.

"Well, I have a friend." He answered his wife's inquiry vaguely.

This is what I don't want to say.

Zaomen Kuizhi got up and looked at the frozen venison in the ice cellar, "Why don't you make a stew."

Guests coming from afar have to eat a hot meal to warm up their bodies.

"can."

But until the sun went down, the guests still hadn't arrived. Kui Zhi opened her mouth, a little worried about her husband's health, but finally swallowed the words of concern, and went back to the sleeping room in silence. After rummaging for a long time, walked out again,

He lit a dim yellow oil lamp, put on a big Ao for her husband, turned the charcoal fire up a bit, and said with concern, "It's cold, take care of your body."

The rough hand rested on the back of Kui Zhi's calloused hand, which was no longer slender after marrying him, "Thank you."

Finally, when the blizzard fell, the guests arrived.

A 13-year-old child took advantage of a handful of black oil paper to knock on the door of the Zaomen family living on the top of the mountain.

"Hello, Yayoi, Xiahua Kaiyuan, I'm sorry for disturbing you late at night."

The guests are here.

Snow is coming.

The author has something to say: Ah, there will be another update today if there is no accident.

I was going to post it yesterday, but I found a big bug and it has been fixed until now, sorry

☆、The sixth day of becoming a ghost

The child who came to visit on a snowy day was a strange boy.

Zaomen Kuizhi thought.

I heard that it is the youngest son of a good friend of my father's life. This business trip happened to be in the vicinity, so I came to visit.

A letter was sent to Tanjuro three days ago, because there was an accident in the middle, so the visit time was postponed.

He's a city dweller from Tokyo Prefecture.

Kuizhi said with emotion.

The farthest place she has traveled in her life is just the part of the road from her natal town to marry Zaomen's family.

Husband, he is very happy.

Although the expression is the same as before, as a companion who gets along day and night, Aoizhi can sense the happy atmosphere surrounding Tanjuro since Yayoi Kakaiin came to visit.

Because her husband was happy, Kuizhi was also happy.

On that snowy night, she even immersed herself in the ever-changing and novel changes in the city.

"A big iron cart that can climb mountains and ridges."

What an unimaginable monster.

The temperament that seems incompatible with the cramped and small house of the Zaomen family, and the unexpectedly big appetite.

The boy's complexion was morbidly pale, he had great strength, and he had a strong floral fragrance.

Surprisingly not squeamish.

I just heard that the teenager is allergic to sunlight.

The arranged room is also the innermost dark room in the house.

In this way, Zaomen Huizi felt uneasy for a while.

This is so rude.

"Please don't say that, if it wasn't for Uncle Tanyan back then, 'father' would have passed away." Yayoi Huakaiyuan said softly.

As for whose father.

Schrödinger's father, for a small scene, all sit down.

A qualified social animal must end the conversation with embarrassment and politeness.

"Sister Kuizhi, the sun is about to go in."

After being reminded like this, Kui Zhi suddenly recovered, wearing a white bib, exclaiming in surprise, and continued to work in a hurry.

Take advantage of the rare warm sun in winter and take the time to take out the quilt to dry.

It didn't stop almost all morning.

But he was still distracted, always paying attention to the guests wandering by the corridor.

"Yayoi, be careful not to get exposed to the sun."

"Okay, thanks for the reminder."

Playing with the wisteria flower sachet hanging on her waist, Kakaiin Yayoi inadvertently cut the sachet with her sharp fingertips.

The stamens in the wisteria flower sachet that had been carefully dried were scrambling to get out of it.

But he was pressed against the exit by his white fingertips.

Faint burning sensation.

is corrosive.

Densely packed like being eaten by ants.

It's just that the ghost's recovery ability is very good, but in an instant, the dissolved and acidified flesh on the finger stained with wisteria flowers returns to its original state.

Then it gets corroded again.

Repeatedly.

As if she couldn't feel the pain, Yayoi Hanakain found it extremely amusing.

The setting sun is slanting.

Even the afterglow of the weaker sun makes ghosts instinctively dislike it.

Kakaiin Yayoi carefully sat at the end of the corridor where the sun couldn't shine, holding a cup of hot tea in her hand, her originally impetuous heart became calm after these days of nagging.

Even though he couldn't taste anything, the boy still drank the rough tea completely.

Including the two strawberry Daifuku that Huizi specially took out.

This is the social etiquette that social animals should have!

Teasing Tanjirou who just erupted his deciduous teeth and wanted to stuff anything into his mouth.

People always get close to beautiful things or things.

For children without the ability to distinguish right from wrong, a guest who suddenly appears at home can always pull out a lot of delicious food from his sleeves and gently stroke his head.

Although I can't understand why the smell on the elder brother's body is different from that of his parents, it does not prevent Tanjiro from expressing his closeness to Yayoi Hanakain.

The little guy with three heads is even willing to bring his favorite little ball to share with Yayoi Huakaiyuan.

But after a while, Tanjiro couldn't even care about his favorite big brother and little ball because of the noise coming from the room. He twisted and turned around, babbling and sticking out a lotus root-like stick to the place where he heard the sound. tiny hand.

Father woke up.

With a faint bitter taste of herbs, Kamado Tanjuro hugged his eldest son and sat beside Kakain Yayoi.

Compared with his ignorant wife and son who has no ability to distinguish right from wrong, the world in Kamado Tanjuro's eyes is transparent.

Calm and gentle, inclusive of all things.

Just by staying by this man's side, my impetuous heart will become stable.

Yayoi Hanakaiin is no exception.

He stretched out his hand, "It's less than half a month before the Vulcan sacrifice, Tanjuro."

"It's still the same, Yayoi." Tanjuro nodded, wearing a haori, his lungs were suddenly filled with a mouthful of cold air, and there was a rapid coughing sound, and because he was worried that Keiko would hear the worry, he suppressed it.

Kakaiin Yayoi poured him a cup of tea, "Drink some water."

Kamado Tanjuro: "Thank you."

"Father was still regretting that you couldn't come before he passed away."

"Tanjuro, you know, I'm not used to sending away friends I know well."

He was obviously a young and lively boy, but there were too many heavy emotions in those black eyes.

With unresolved sadness.

Because one day, the man sitting next to him will leave this world first.

Yayoi Hanakaiin stretched out her hand and stroked the scar on Tanjuro's forehead, sighing inwardly.

It's almost like a curse.

The relationship between the boy who is full of mysteries and the Zaomen family is naturally not as simple as he said.

That was a boy who had appeared 400 years ago when his ancestor Zaomen Tanji was still there.

From the first time his father introduced a guest from afar to the still young Tanjuro, Tanjuro, who has been able to see the transparent world, knows that this distinguished guest is not an ordinary person.

Maybe you can't even call this person a human being.

The breath is peaceful, so clean that it looks like a monster with a clear spring?

Every few years, this monster named Kakain Yayoi will appear at the Vulcan Dance Festival of the Zaomen family.

Looking at the man in the center of the festival from far or near, he was fascinated.

Except five years ago.

"Did something happen by accident?"

Yayoi Hanakaiin shook her head, "I recently changed to another employer, so it's a little difficult."

"Did something happen?" Kamado Tanjuro was slightly concerned.

I have to say that the Zaomen family are all good people.

But good people don't usually live long.

As a qualified social animal, Kakaiin Yayoi is traveling at public expense.

"My new boss is a playboy."

This is an important beginning.

"Especially good at playing with girls' hearts."

The second part of the first string even secretly gave a lecture that requires an invitation code to join.

The topic of the lecture is how to win a girl's heart.

The heart here is not the abstract kind.

It literally refers to the human heart.

Each ghost has different requirements for food.

As a powerful Shangxian, it is quite normal for him to have a little addiction to food.

For example, His Majesty Yiwozuo in the third episode never eats women.

Another example is Tong Mo, who is facing off against each other, thinking that women are the most nutritious, as if they were enemies in a previous life.

Among them, heart nutrition is the best.

Of course, that's not the point.

The point is, "Playboy is getting ready to take care of himself recently."

To paraphrase the most popular saying nowadays, it is ready to harm a good girl and roll into the palace of marriage.

Expect a dog who is happy to be a father to take care of the children better than the boss?

It's not as easy as counting on a sow to climb a tree.

As a social animal who used to work 99 high-intensity overtime.

Enslaved to the point of habit.

Don't forget to learn new skills even with paid leave~

It's worth the salary increase.

It's just that in the eyes of the most scumbag boss in the world, he has never thought of giving employees a raise.

Thinking of this, I also thought about the generous bonuses of the rival Demon Slayer Team that I had heard along the way, and how much Ubuyashiki Kazumon valued his 'child'.

Yayoi Hanakaiin was able to perform a mecha lemon on the spot.

He is so sour.

What a master.

Why not his boss?

Looking at the crumb boss who was originally a family 800 years ago.

Why is there such a big difference between people?

The author has something to say: Yayoi: I want to change jobs, sorry.

Ahhhhh, sorry, because the fifth and sixth chapters have been overhauled before they are sent out. At the beginning, I wanted to write about the birth of Mi Douzi, and Yayoi went to congratulate

Then Ji You reminded Xianyu that your pig is not born yet, the timeline is wrong_(:з)∠)_

Changed a big time bug, I forgot about the name, and I was reminded to write it in the memo

☆, the seventh day of becoming a ghost (catch insects)

The charcoal seller's family will hold a grand sacrifice at the end of each year to pray for the blessing of the god of fire.

Kamado Tanjuro had prepared for this sacrifice a day earlier.

Bells were hung around the home, as well as white canvases.

Two meals a day are free from oily smell and keep the body clean.

Then quietly wait for the arrival of evening.

This is the most important time of the year for the Zaomen Family.

Fire Kagura - Kagura Dance.

It will start after the sun goes down and will not end until the moon rises and hangs in the sky.

The man walked barefoot into the altar surrounded by canvas.

Dance.

There was no sound but the tinkling of bells.

Every move is full of solemnity.

And the inexplicable bleakness.

Yayoi Kakaiin didn't know when she woke up, walked to Aoi Zhi, and stopped to watch the event.

"You don't need to wait by the side." Aoie Zaomen held Tanjiro who was already asleep in his arms, and comforted him, "I'll catch a cold."

Unlike the Zaomen family who have been living in the mountains, the young master who came all the way from Tokyo is a very slender flower in a greenhouse that needs careful care.

"Please don't worry about me, sister Aoizhi." Yayoi Kakaiin smiled, her eyes still not moving away from the man who was still dancing by the campfire.

So Zaomen Kuizhi fell silent, and just diverted part of his mind to Yayoi, "Isn't it shocking."

This sacrificial dance.

In the first year of Aoie's marriage to Tanjuro, when she heard that her frail husband was about to perform the Fire Kagura, which jumped to the moon into the sky, she almost thought her husband was crazy.

But the husband just smiled gently and didn't seem to care.

So Kuizhi prepared the soup and medicine early and needed a cotton jacket, worrying that Tanjuro would be damaged by the freezing wind and snow.

But after Tanjuro took the first step, her eyes could no longer move away from this kagura dance that sacrificed human flesh and blood to the gods.

That was when the ancient Rage God created the world, the sun rose, and then fire appeared.

So the blood-drinking ancestors prostrated themselves on the ground, fearing miracles and yearning for warmth.

They saved the tinder.

So civilization survives.

In the dark and cold night, a warm and bright fire finally appeared!

Kamado Tanjuro finally completely entered the transparent world.

In this feast of fire, his world finally cannot return to the past.

Just like his ancestors, he kept advancing in this transparent world, and then sacrificed himself to the Vulcan like a moth to a flame.

"It's so sad, Yuanyi." With a sigh, he drifted into the distance with the wind.

Is this your state of mind for the next few decades?

It is so sad.

"Why are you crying?"

The woman's worried question was heard by Kakaiin Yayoi's ear like a thunderbolt, which brought him back to his senses from the flying thoughts all over the sky.

As if waking up from a dream, Yayoi Kakaiin stretched out her hand and touched the cold teardrops still hanging on her cheeks.

Like an ignorant child, he put the tears between his fingers into his mouth curiously, and then frowned.

Tsk, it turns out that even if you become a ghost, your tears are still salty.

"Please don't worry, it's just because it's too shocking."

This is an excuse.

But Kuizhi is a good woman.

She doesn't embarrass anyone.

Since Yayoi didn't want to say more, she definitely wouldn't ask too many questions.

He just handed over a clean and white handkerchief, "If you don't mind, use this to wipe."

This time it was not rejected.

As a gift in return, Yayoi untied the purse from his waist and gave it out, "Hang this sachet on your waist."

A sachet filled with wisteria flowers is enough to deal with ordinary ghosts.

"It's too expensive."

In order to supplement the family income, Kuizhi once went to the mayor's house to help out when the mayor's daughter got married.

Even the fabric worn by the mayor's wife is not as comfortable as the small sachet in front of her.

Such a precious gift...

"Please don't reject Sister Aoizhi." Yayoi Kakaiin lowered her head and smiled softly, "This is a disaster relief sachet made by the master in the temple. It should be my gift to Tanjiro."

Kuizhi is in a dilemma.

Then I heard her husband say, "Take it, Kuizhi."

The music and dance of the god of fire is over.

Tanjuro, who was not even breathing, came over, but he guessed what happened at a glance.

He was more concerned about the teenager's fingers burned by the wisteria flower sachet.

Following Tanjuro's eyes full of disapproval and looking at his own bloody hand, Yayoi Hanakain blinked.

At this moment, silently put his hands behind his back.

It's like a student who was grabbed by the dean to play with his mobile phone.

Obviously he has graduated for many years.

I can't even remember the dean's face clearly.

But one of the biggest shadows of the student days——

There is a teacher behind you watching you play with your phone.

Still lingering.

I laughed and cursed in my heart, but in the end I forced myself to bid farewell to Tanjuro's family.

Compared with Tanjuro's habit, Aoizhi is even more reluctant.

But this kind of difference, be it Tanjuro or Yayoi, they are already used to it.

Kamado Tanjuro saw Yayoi who came to visit for the first time when he was ten years old, and he already knew that it was a cat that was always wandering.

It may be that the journey is exhausting, or it may be attracted by the flowers blooming in the owner's yard.

So Maomao knocked on the door of the master's house.

Miwu meowed in a low voice, won the love of the owner, and after touching the kitten's round head affectionately, the cat seemed to have completed a very important thing, proudly took small steps, and took two Fragrant charcoal-grilled small dried fish.

This is a fair trade for cats.

Because it has already paid for the small dried fish.

That's why it is incomprehensible for humans to try to use two small dried fish to put a collar around its neck.

Fortunately, the Zaomen family are not such unreasonable people.

So Yayoi took two umeboshi rice balls and left with a wave.

If you don't leave, Boss Xiao will become suspicious.

Gee.

Insulting the boss crumbs three hundred times a day!

Tear up the No.30 two junk letters sent by Tong Mo.

Yayoi Hanakaiin was a little irritable.

It's like going back to the time when there were a bunch of moms and dads posting photos of their children in the circle of friends.

It just so happens that this fanatic is still your boss, so he had no choice but to engage in a false entertainment.

I very much hope that some dogs can learn to enclose themselves.

Although Xiao Inosuke is indeed very good-looking.

But he has no gratitude for human cubs.

"Hey, big brother squatting on the book, the big dog has been chased away by the bed, you can come down now."

The boy with yellow and red long hair, like a little lion, held a small wooden knife in his hand, put his hands on his waist with extraordinary air, and said loudly.

Kakaiin Yayoi, who is naturally allergic to dogs, still had no intention of jumping off, but smiled coldly, "Little brat, if you hadn't said that you wanted to compete with dogs, we would have been chased all the way?"

The little boy thought about it carefully, and suddenly realized that it seemed to be the case. He scratched his head and laughed loudly, "It seems to be so."

"By the way, big brother, my name is Lian Ji Xing Shou Lang, what's your name?"

"Smelly brat, your parents didn't tell you, don't tell others your name casually?"

Xing Shoulang suddenly covered his mouth, and frowned, as if his mother had indeed instructed him to do so.

"However, big brother is so good-looking, he must not be a bad person."

"Then what if I say I'm a bad ghost?"

"Then there is no other way, we can only get rid of the big brother who is a bad ghost!"

Kakain Yayoi finally looked down at the boy standing under the tree with her refreshing and frightening words.

This guy is actually a natural, right?

Natural cut is black?

It's very interesting.

Why don't you just take it back and give it to Tong Mo to play with?

As an earth instrument?

After all, that guy has recently become obsessed with role-playing.

The author has something to say:

Some cats, facing other people's children, resolutely embarked on the road of crime.

Is this the loss of morality, or the cruelty of society, the limitless misery? Meet you tonight at [-].

I really, really like Yanzhu.

The kind of big brother who is fresh and hearty and speaks harsh words.

☆. The eighth day of becoming a ghost (catching insects)

Purgatory Kyojuro is a good boy.

Passionate like a ball of fire.

Ghosts who walk in the dark all year round will also be attracted by the firelight in the middle of the night.

Even Kakaiin Yayoi is no exception.

After all, he has been walking in the dark for an unknown amount of time.

The sun, which is rare and familiar to ordinary people, seems like a dream to Yayoi.

After waking up from the dream, there was nothing.

That's why I yearn for warmth so much.

Holding a hot roasted sweet potato in his hand, he took a mouthful of sweet Yayoi, squinted his eyes happily, and decided to forgive the brat for his rudeness just now, "Little devil, the skill of roasting sweet potatoes is not bad."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Xingshou Lang is full of spirit.

He is super fond of sweet potatoes.

Roasted sweet potatoes, sweet potato cakes, everything I like very much!

It's just that my mother said that if I eat too many sweet potatoes, my head will sprout, and I will gradually become a sweet potato person.

He tried his best to restrain himself.

Not wanting to be a sweet potato person is one thing.

The main reason is not wanting to make my mother worry about eating too much sweet potatoes.

Before his father left the house, he specially entrusted Xing Shoulang to Purgatory, and his mother has a baby in her womb. From today on, Xing Shoulang will be the elder brother.

Be a good example!

As a role model, but also as a good brother!

You can't keep your word!

But, today is for an apology!

So the God of Sweet Potato will definitely not blame him!

Purgatory Xing Shoulang is not sure, a little guilty.

Probably not.

Ah!

Absolutely not!

Xing Julang is a great brother!

Since you have done something wrong, you must apologize!

An apology must have an apology gift!

It makes perfect sense logically!

After eating the last bite of sweet potato, Yayoi patted the charcoal dust on his hands, and stood up straight, "Little devil, it's getting dark, why don't you hurry home."

"Big brother, come to my house as a guest."

"what?"

"Big brother appeared on this road, didn't he just want to go to my house?"

Yayoi Hanakain: ...

This seemingly natural kid is really sharp in a certain way!

Sensitive to the point where people don't like it!

Just pack this kid up to Mr. Yiwozuo!

Giving it to Tong Mo seems too much, if it is Mr. Yiwozuo, he probably won't refuse!

He said stinky brat, stinky brat, but followed behind Purgatory Xingshourou honestly.

He didn't think it was wrong for a ghost to visit the current Yan Zhu's house of the Ghost Killing Squad as a guest.

He also wants to have a meal~

At the end of the year, when the big boss makes a year-end summary at the year-end meeting, he also wants to talk about performance.

the most important point is--

Boss Scraps has recently been obsessed with flirting with girls and cosplay.

After all, he was once a great nobleman.

Every word and deed has the freehand style of the Heian-kyo era.

Judging from the appearance alone, he is an out-and-out handsome man.

He is still a sickly and beautiful man with a melancholy atmosphere.

It seems that Naruto's blood ghost technique has been upgraded for the second time recently, and the system is undergoing maintenance, so she cannot log in to the server for the time being.

Long-distance space transfers are temporarily unavailable.

As for what you said, let boss crumbs walk by himself?

Friends, are you thinking about peach?

Big boss.

The big boss of the national chain group!

How bad is it to walk by yourself?

Moreover, since the accident 400 years ago, Boss Scrap has been as stable as an old dog.

Without more than three emergency escape plans, it is absolutely impossible to appear in front of the Ghost Killing Squad.

To put it bluntly, it is very robust.

In layman's terms, they are afraid of death and want to spend money.

During the upgrade of the Naruto system, she is the kind of dog that will never appear on the front line.

Recently, it seems that I am pursuing the pearl of a certain pharmaceutical company.

The pearl of the unknown multinational drug conglomerate, the research topic when studying abroad was related to skin diseases.

Kakaiin Yayoi found something for the boss to do.

Looking for the blue Bianhua, which has not been found for nearly 700 years, is like a dream that ends without a disease, returning to the ethereal and unpredictable.

Might as well start with modern science.

When Boss Scrap was once again furious because there was no news about the blue Higan flower, Yayoi Kakaiin stood up.

There is one point to emphasize here.

As a qualified social animal, the phrase "being wise and protecting one's life" can be said to be his motto.

Because he saw a certain moment that he had longed for for more than four hundred years.

A salted fish chose to wag its tail upwards.

Oni Wu Tsuji no misanthropy, the king of ghosts who has been wandering the world since the Heian-kyo era.

Root of all evil.

The world is the most crumbs.

Kakain Yayoi's immediate boss.

Under Tong Mo's 'worried' gaze, Yayoi stood up and paved the rainbow fart bridge for his boss.

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Wu Mi."

The young man prostrated himself on the ground, revealing a graceful neck to show his submission.

In short, in the opening sentence, there are thousands of mistakes, and the leader will never be wrong.

As a qualified social animal, how to effectively make suggestions to the boss is a profound knowledge worthy of deep study and struggle for every social animal.

Unfortunately.

Yayoi Hanakain's former boss was a suicidal maniac.

He is also a highly intelligent, slightly world-weary suicidal maniac.

For subordinates, there are always only two perceptions.

Useful and useless.

Thanks to the existence of that adult, Yayoi Kakaiin has grown rapidly.

Also perverted.

After countless defeats, I learned a lot.

At least he can deal with Boss Scraps well.

"I heard that Western doctors have begun to study drugs to resist sunlight."

"Oh?"

Sure enough, Ghost Dance Tsuji was attracted.

Kakaiin Yayoi began to draw the pancake empty-handed.

After all, when the delicate girls in 9102 go out, they are not enemies of ultraviolet rays.

From sunscreen to parasols, and even ice silk cool sleeves, I can't wait to wrap my whole body tightly, like a hardworking beekeeper who is willing to give up.

Kakaiin Yayoi said so firmly.

Because he had seen such a scene before, through telepathy, Oni Wu Tsuji knew that Yayoi was not lying.

To be honest, he was very interested in what Yayoi said.

"continue."

However, after a qualified social animal has pointed out the general direction for the boss, he must bear in mind that more words are more mistakes.

So the young man lowered his head guiltily, and sincerely apologized again, "Please forgive Mr. Wu Mi, I don't know much about Western medicine."

After all, it is a new academic, and not everyone can learn it if they want to.

As a ghost who can only be seen at 'night', it is unlikely that he will receive full-time related studies.

Yayoi knew Boss Scraps very well.

He knows, there is no tragic news.

It will never let go of this hope.

As a reward, he gets