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Feeling refreshed without misery, just squinting your eyes in satisfaction, this kind of happiness has never been experienced before!

Under the darkness of night, he quietly looked around at the surrounding environment. Under the windy building, it was a quiet and peaceful night. White snow was quietly falling from the sky, decorating this peaceful night with a different scene.

Calm, peaceful, if you don't become a ghost, there is no misery.

Lying on the bed, he felt the blood in his body constantly surging, and his whole body was filled with strange heat. Under the moonlight, he thought about it seriously.

What exactly is Ghost Dance Tsuji Mumi.

Be a sad, ghost.

His memory went back to the beginning. When he was young, he killed his former doctor because of the long-term illness, but he didn't expect that the medicine in the other party's hands would heal him, and at the same time, he would also become a detached man. human existence.

A higher, more perfect creature that feeds on human flesh.

The aftereffect is that you can never see the sun again.

He didn't make any mistakes, that Wu Mi must have thought so, the only thing wrong was that if he could wait until that guy used up all the green Bana flowers, then he would die.

To put it simply, he is an extremely self-centered guy.

Oh, he's still a soft rice man...

A weird man who relies on his wife and adoptive parents, why didn't he think about working hard on his own?Wu Mi didn't understand now, he heard footsteps not far away, turned his head and saw a woman in a kimono walking slowly, looking at him with some trepidation.

Wu Mi smiled faintly at him, "Don't be afraid."

"Master Onimai Tsuji..." He murmured, "Are you all right?"

"Ah."

Why did Wu Mi fail?What will happen to him who has traveled through time without misery?These are all unknown, so before starting this thousand-year-long entanglement, Wu Mi decided to be self-reliant.

He turned his head, only to see a woman in kimono standing not far away with a tense face. She was trembling involuntarily, with a distinct ghostly aura on her body.

It was as if talking to himself had exhausted all his strength.

It's so pathetic to see her so frightened.

"... Onimai Tsuji-sama?"

"Yeah." Lying on the bed, Wu Mi nodded slightly, his eyes fell on the other party's kimono embroidered with Sammei, and he said in a daze, "Let's call a meeting."

"Hey?"

Hearing the other party's question gently, Wu Mi smiled silently. Such a smile made the woman in kimono turn pale with fright in an instant, and knelt on the ground trembling.

"A meeting of all ghosts."

"It's at this moment, here."

He raised his hand and felt the white snow from the night sky drifting in along the window lattice, bringing up a gust of chilly wind, which became invisible the moment it fell into the room.

"It's named—the first meeting of all ghost representatives—the first meeting."

"The meeting..." Wu Mi showed a shy smile, "It may be bloody, and you have to prepare the people who clean up in advance."

"Master Wu Mi..."

The woman in the kimono knelt down tremblingly, "I know, go and call it right away."

In this way, Wu Mi summoned all the ghosts currently under him. In the era of Heianjing, he has not yet developed as powerful a force as he did in the later period.Specifically, a simple explanation is that the current level and grade of ghosts are somewhat low.

Originally, Wu Mi never talked about gathering ghosts. He hated and feared the gathering of his subordinates, and was afraid that a greater force would threaten him. Even though he claimed to be the most perfect creation, he was still cautious about the future.

And everyone felt a little apprehensive about the first convening.

Wu Mi's eyes drifted to the distance, "It seems that there are ghosts who haven't come..."

One of the ghosts came out tremblingly, then hit his head on the ground and said respectfully, "I report to Mr. Wu Mi, that Yoshida has been dealt with!"

Wu Mi's eyes swept over all the respectful ghosts kneeling on the ground. After thinking for a while, he said slowly, "Has someone solved it?"

"This is not allowed!"

Wu Mi was a little sad, "Is there an existence that can solve us?"

Is it Ghost Slayer?The ghost killing team is the existence that opposes the ghosts in the original book. Either their family members were killed by ghosts, or they have lofty goals. Anyway, they follow the ghosts and die.

The most important thing is that they take it as their responsibility to kill him without misfortune, and the ghost killing teams of all generations hope to kill him first.

Normally speaking, the Ghost Killing Team should have formed during the Warring States Period, but here comes the problem again, during the period from Heian to Warring States Period, Wu Mi has not yet ruled the world! ?

Wuyou sighed faintly, "This is not acceptable."

Now that there is something that can hurt them, it's scary to think about it!

The ghosts around him must urgently improve their abilities. Ghosts with too low IQ are not conducive to his future plans.In particular, they are good at all kinds of delays. As the saying goes, they are not afraid of opponents who are like gods, but teammates who are like pigs.

Damn, if you think about it this way, there may be some reason for Wu Mi not to let ghosts be together, maybe it's because of the uneven quality of your own ghosts.

It seems that it's time to identify talents and improve the overall quality of ghosts.

His sigh made the surrounding ghosts fall into a daze, Wu Mi raised his head, only to see that the ghosts in front of him were wearing all kinds of coarse short-sleeved clothes, and their attire looked extraordinarily simple.

His mood became more complicated and heavy for a while, so he asked softly to the ghost who had just reported, "What is ten plus one?"

The ghost is unknown, so he pointed to himself, "Master Wu Mi, are you asking me?"

He repeated his question again, "What is ten plus one?"

The ghost looked at Wu Mi in a daze, and returned tremblingly after a long time, "Three?"

"Hey..." Wu Mi sighed. Although he knew that Ping An Jing's quality was extremely poor, he didn't expect it to be so bad. He was really disappointed.

Disappointed, he stretched out his hand without saying a word, and tore the ghost to pieces.

Under the blood mist all over the sky, there was the sound of other ghosts collapsing into convulsed breathing. They raised their heads tremblingly, and looked at Wu Mi, who was dressed in white pajamas, and set those blood-stained eyes on them.

"What is eleven plus one?"

This is a curse comparable to a life-threatening spell, which makes the ghost's mentality collapse in an instant. How much is eleven plus one equal?Three?Four?

If you answer wrong, you will die!

This really hits your mother!

Wu Mi walked up to one of the ghosts. The ghost trembled all over and looked at Wu Mi with a stiff body and lowered his head, "Hey, I'm asking you, what is eleven plus one?"

"Ah, Master Wu Mi!"

He let out a miserable cry, "I don't know, I don't know what is eleven plus one?"

"If you don't even know this, how can I believe that you can defeat the enemy?"

The quality is too low.

Such a low-quality ghost is simply a drag, and Wu Mi doesn't need to drag a ghost who can't even understand mathematics.

"My lord, my lord! Forgive me! Please."

"Oh, then... Let me change the question. Now I have two tea cups in my hand, which are 3 liters and 5 liters respectively. Now I need 4 liters of water. How should I do it?"

ghost:……

what is this! ?

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