Every time I go home my wife is in a different world

"Who can tell me...why the ghost of the Twelve Ghost Moon's waning string became so weak."

The king of ghosts, Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou, was wearing a white suit that looked like a dog. He lowered his head to look at the only second Xiaxian who was lying trembling in front of him, unable to find a place to vent his rage.

Previously, he was almost beaten to death by a little girl who appeared out of nowhere in the street, and he, who saw everything through Tong Mo's eyes, was also frightened half to death by the flame that seemed to spew out from hell. The unbearable memory of 800 yuan came to my mind, I hid in Tokyo in shame and indignation, picked up a man with a small fortune and killed him, and took his wife and daughter.

Just... hide for a while to see what's going on, and then talk.

He very much hoped that the subordinates who had left could find out the problem, but...the last one had been holding a sword and crazily eating lemons for hundreds of years, and the second was almost beaten into meat paste and hid in his lair to recuperate (heartbreak). Refusing to come out, Shangsan just wanted to find someone to fight around to get rid of his hand addiction, Shangsi hid at the pier and didn't know what he was doing, Shangwu was sold to an auction house by him again, Shanglu brother and sister knew to hide in Huajie to play tricks... None of them came in handy.

As a result, before Oni Wu Tsuji got angry, several low-level ghosts he was more optimistic about leaked their whereabouts in a daze, and were killed by swarms of ghost killing team members.Immediately afterwards, it was Xia Xian's turn, who had been able to barely hide in the crowd, and the ghost's damage speed suddenly accelerated, beyond his imagination.

In half a year, out of the six ghosts, there are only two left, one is the tired who hides in Natian Spider Mountain and stays at home, and the other is the cowardly Lingyu who runs away whenever he sees anyone... Probably the reason why they can survive is that Stay home and be cowardly.

The King of Ghosts, who refused to admit that he also had these two attributes, stared at the two surviving fruits, feeling that he had been let down by others.

"I was wrong! My lord, I was wrong! Please forgive me, please forgive me, I'm scared, I'm so scared! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Ling Yuzi huddled into a ball, not daring to move. He couldn't even muster up the courage to run away. He lowered his head and burst into tears.

"So, facing the pillar in the ghost hunter, you turned around and ran, right?"

"If you are like this, what's the point of surviving? What can you do for me?"

The scarlet vertical pupils were full of lofty indifference, and it was just a plain question, with boundless blood seeping out of the tone.

"No, I am useful, my lord, I can be useful. Give me another chance, and I will never run away, even if I sacrifice my life for you..."

Before she could finish speaking, the thick and gnarled ghost hand suddenly appeared, and the head was pinched in the palm of the ghost hand. Ling Yuzi kept pleading while crying.

Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou didn't want to continue listening: "I don't want you to think, I want me to think. I think you are useless. You are completely wasting my blood and the position of the bottom string."

"Waste doesn't need to exist."

After the wailing, blood and body fragments were all over the ground, the ghost hand disappeared, and Ling Yuzi was worse than a child who was hammered into a paste.However, she was not dead yet, so Wuyou threw her on the ground indifferently, and when the sun came out, she could turn into ashes and end the pain.

The pale young man in a spider web pattern bathrobe sat silently on his knees, quietly waiting for the superior to decide his fate.The miserable fate of his colleagues around him did not attract any attention from him, even if the other party's burst eyeballs rolled down in front of him, the boy didn't even move his eyebrows.

"As for you..."

Wu Mi is much more patient with this young man who has a similar experience to himself than others, and his quiet and docile appearance also makes him extinguish his anger: "...you stay in the mountains and play house, and I will let you That one was with you just now."

"Yes, my lord."

The ghost king thought for a while, and gave him a life-threatening mission: "I want you to investigate a mother and daughter who suddenly appeared in X-site and have been taken away by the ghost killing team. No matter what is investigated, as long as it is information about them Report it first. If it is done well, I will consider giving you some more blood. Don’t you want to have a family? The mother and daughter’s family seems to be missing a boy.”

"You can have fathers, mothers, and sisters at the same time."

He wanted to use his tiredness to try it out first.The mother and daughter that Tong Mo ran into didn't seem to be able to detect the ghost's aura. If they weren't affected by the battle, they would just walk into the town and never have any interaction with him.The violent girl just hid behind the ghost hunter's pillar and did nothing at first, probably because she had never seen a ghost...

He was very interested in the woman's own technique. She was immune to all attacks outside the space, and seemed quite safe.It would be very interesting to turn her into a ghost and deal with the child instead.

Tired after hearing the topic of "family", the whole ghost's state is different.Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi showed him the first half of the picture he saw from Tong Mo: the loving and brave mother, the delicate and lovely daughter, are indeed the kind of fetters that he can't help but want to have.

"Yes, my lord. You will not be disappointed."

The boy knelt down on the ground, his forehead was stained with Lingyuzi's blood when it lightly touched the ground, the last trace of this was ignored by both of them.Satisfied, Onimai Tsuji turned and left. He happened to hear that someone near a certain mountain in Okutama County, Tokyo Prefecture was wearing strange flower wickerwork on his ears...a feature that could trigger post-traumatic stress disorder, prompting him to decide to act first.

All in all, young natural enemies must never be given any chance to grow.

The ghost king left, tired and knelt on the spot without any movement, closing his eyes as if he was recalling the warm interaction between the mother and daughter he had seen.

"I really want... Mothers take on the responsibilities of mothers, and sisters also look like sisters... Really, it seems to be..."

He grasped the front of his bathrobe tightly, his heart that had stopped beating for a long time seemed to twitch slightly, and a barely audible sigh came from beside him.

After living in the Taisho period for less than half a year, Rimbaud brought Chuya back to Tokyo from Hokkaido. After confirming that there were very few traces of ghosts in remote areas, she decided to take a short rest and conduct a thorough investigation on Tokyo and the Kinki area.

There are certain risks in this kind of action. Once encountering the siege of Kamizuru's ghost, it is very likely that she will not be able to escape. Ubayashiki Yoya has repeatedly decided to send two young people who are about to be promoted to pillars to accompany her in the action.

"Please stay here for a while. I know you have no intention of joining the Ghost Killing Squad, but you have still made contributions beyond the reach of the predecessors in the past few months. For your safety, except for the upcoming two In addition to young people, you also need weapons that can kill evil spirits and protect yourself."

His voice is very special, especially when he pleads and persuades others, he can't help but nod without knowing it.

Rimbaud took out his scythe and military thorns from the subspace: "C4 carbon steel, military materials, it's easy to chop anything."

"In this way... if you don't worry, you can ask the blacksmith to wrap a layer of material for making the sun wheel knife on the blade, at least it can have a certain killing effect on ghosts, and you can get out of it if there is an emergency."

Yuya Ubuyashiki was quite sincere, and Rimbaud didn't think there was anything suspicious about him, so he readily handed the weapon to Yin who appeared as a porter: "Then please."

After going out for a few months and returning to the Butterfly House, the place became much quieter—mainly because the pillars took the information delivered by Rimbaud and ran all over the world to kill ghosts, leaving only Butterfly Chanae as a permanent resident And Die Ninja two sisters.The former was seriously injured in the battle with Tongmo and needs to rest for a while, while the latter is still here due to limited physical conditions, thinking hard about how to make up for his shortcomings.

"Madame Rimbaud, are you back?"

Kanae was standing next to the training ground in haori and looked at her younger sister. Rimbaud imitated them in traditional costumes and ran over with his son to watch.

After going out for "social practice" with his mother for a few months, Zhongye's temperament has changed drastically. Except for his short stature, he already seems to be a very reliable little man.

Rimbaud watched the Butterfly Sisters' training for a while, and had nothing to do, so he took out the McMillan TAC-50 that he hadn't touched for a long time from the subspace, and climbed to the roof to teach his son how to use this ultra-long-range lethal weapon.

"Based on my habit, the distance to kill the target is always outside the range where the opponent cannot cause direct damage to me." She laid a cloth on the roof and leaned over to have a look, and chose one about 1000 meters away. Scared deer as a false target, "Using a sniper/strike/gun, the first thing is to be patient, hiding yourself is always more important than killing the enemy. You have to learn in advance to predict where the opponent's possible support will come from to counterattack , so that we can determine our own course of action.”

"Environment selection is very important. A good sniper/shooter will never reveal his whereabouts easily, and the idiots who can't hide themselves will be killed in the first round of the contest." She also used subspace to simulate a three-dimensional sand table. The small map patiently explained: "We are here now, the target is here, and the entrance and exit are here. If the other party also arranges snipers, where do you think they will hide?"

"Eh..." Zhongya, who has always been reckless to crush and beat, turned his brain to think: "Here, here, and... here?"

He was referring to open areas with particularly good views.

Rimbaud quietly rubbed his chest to tell himself not to be irritable, and reminded with a breath: "One shot in such a conspicuous place will kill the person, no one is so stupid, think again."

"Then...here?" He pointed to a big tree, and Rimbaud turned his head and covered his face: "How do you move? There is only this tree in the middle of the bare courtyard, and everyone else is blind! There are five in the magazine." Of the bullets, only one will come in handy, what about the remaining four? Take it home as a souvenir?"

I was a little confused: "No, where should I hide?"

"Huh..." She adjusted her breathing, and drew a triangle between the target and her current position: "These three places, if the opponent arranges snipers, they will definitely consider both killing and protection. To be able to move quickly and hide again while controlling the overall situation, in order to deal with this situation, the counterattack routes we should consider are these three points.”

"Look, from here, after the first shot, move to the bunker at eight o'clock in the southeast, and then continue to move to the next point after the second shot, and so on. This is already the simplest moving line!"

Sure enough, teaching children to do their homework would be difficult for him. Professor Lan Bo held back his heart and slapped away his son's paw that was flipping the scope.

"Don't open the cover easily if you are not ready to kill. The front mirror will reflect the light source and be easy to be found." She did not install a laser light for calibration on the gun, and relied on vision and body coordination.

"The farthest shooting record of the TAC-50 is 3340 meters, we don't do that kind of extreme operation. You just need to be able to hit a stationary target at a distance of 1000 meters, and moving targets and ultra-long distances are fine. Novices don't need to challenge that. "

She got out of the way, and after pointing out the correct posture and essentials, she let him open the scope and shoot casually.

With a 1000x scope, it is actually more than 800 meters when rubbed against the edge of [-] meters. It is still a purely static target, with five bullets. How long does it take to miss all of them?

The author has something to say: Highlights of this chapter

The crumb boss manually persuaded him to quit

Don't give your opponent experience

Professor Rimbaud

Family history

only one person in the family

Persistent Body Stroke

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