The wrong way to open the healing ability

Wu Mi, who observed the situation here through the eyes of the ghost, did not respond to Zhenzhi's inquiry, but continued to give orders to the ghost.

"Kill him and snatch the blue Bana flower."

The ghost king's order undoubtedly made the ghost, which was already salivating at the intoxicatingly sweet scent in front of it, even more manic. It swallowed subconsciously, and rushed over very quickly.

Although the speed of ghosts far exceeds that of humans, this level is still nothing in the eyes of Zhenzhi.

With a light twist of the wrist, the seemingly extremely fragile umbrella bone turned into a sharp weapon, cutting off the ghost's neck and limbs neatly, and the ugly head fell to the ground, smeared with black and red blood.

Unexpectedly, the ghost whose neck had been cut off did not die immediately, dense granulation sprouted from the smooth wound, reconnecting the head and body.

In less than 15 seconds, the ghost who was still twitching on the ground just stood up again, and launched an even more fierce attack.

Zhenzhi frowned, and took the first step before the ghost attacked, threw out a piece of discarded steel bar that was thrown on the ground, passed directly through the ghost's abdomen, nailed him to the wall, and stepped forward again neatly with black Umbrella cut off his neck and got a little closer to observe the Oni's rebirth.

Probably because Wu Mi was given too much blood before departure and also used some weird spells. At present, this ghost seems to be barely maintaining the flashback state before it died, and its attack speed and regeneration ability are fast It was frightening, and he recovered quickly after being beheaded more than once.

The umbrella in Zhenzhi's hand is not an ordinary parasol, but a specially treated weapon.Although the umbrella cloth seems soft and has little power, its raw material is the same as the Japanese sword used by the ghost killing team in the Taisho period, and it is the natural enemy of ghosts.

The stronghold of GSS is located in an abandoned arsenal. I don’t know because the port mafia came here before, or someone did it intentionally. The roof and one side of the wall of the factory were cut off by an unknown force. See through that void the darkest sky before sunrise and the dimly lit morning stars.

Once the sun rises from the sky, the entire interior of the factory will be illuminated by sunlight, and all the filthy things that are about to move in the dark will be wiped out.

The pinned ghost obviously also noticed this problem, and the struggle became more intense. The strong desire to survive obviously suppressed Wu Mi's remote control of him, and barely let him regain his sanity. Howls of true knowledge fear and despair:

"I don't want to die! I don't want to die again! Aren't you the same as that adult? Aren't you afraid of death!"

Zhenzhi ignored the ghost's hoarse roar.After carefully inspecting the ghost's wound, he didn't give the ghost another look. He took out a few packets of medicine powder from his pocket, turned around and didn't know what he was doing.

Only when he realized that the ghost was struggling so hard that he was about to loosen the steel bar, did he pay a little attention and show a distressed expression.

"You'd better not move around in front of my eyes, or I'm not sure what I'll do to quiet you down."

It's just that the ghost didn't pay attention to the kind reminder of Zhenzhi, and even the strong steel bar made a sound of being overwhelmed, eroded by the ghost's blood, and crumbling.

The smoke and dust raised by the ghost's violent struggle made Zhenzhi, whose throat was uncomfortable because of coughing up blood before, reached out and waved the smoke and dust, took out a handkerchief and coughed twice in a low voice.

Although there were still faint bloodstains on the handkerchief, it was nothing compared to the amount of blood he vomited when he used the healing ability before.

"Since he is a disobedient child, I don't need to show mercy."

Folding the blood-stained handkerchief inside, Zhenzhi turned his head and gave the ghost a gentle smile that made the ghost tremble, walked straight to a pile of steel bars, and weighed out a steel bar with the best feel, like It was a child who was very excited to get a novelty toy, and enthusiastically sprinkled the powder just touched evenly on the sharp section of the steel bar.

"Although I have heard rumors of ghosts haunting Yokohama, I have always been curious."

Zhenzhi held the steel bar as if he was playing with darts, squinted his left eye and aimed at the ghost on the wall, and pointed in the right direction.

"As far as I can remember, creatures like Oni, including Oni King Oni Wu Tsuji, should basically have been wiped out in the Taisho Era battle against the Demon Slayer Squad, leaving no ashes. .”

The steel bar that was thrown out directly penetrated the ghost's arm.For a ghost, the limbs are insignificant parts at all, even if they are cut off by the sun wheel knife, they can be repaired quickly, not to mention that this ghost can be reborn quickly even if its head is cut off.

However, those powders that were sprinkled on the steel bars became the biggest variable, not only effectively preventing the regeneration of the phallus, but also continuously eroding to the outer circle of the wound, and even causing the ghost's already very dull brain to feel terrible pain, and couldn't help but let out A shrill howl.

"I prepared this drug specially for you. Before it is completely eroded, how about answering my question?"

"—Why do you, who have died long ago, appear here again?"

Zhenzhi smiled with crooked eyebrows, and lifted one of the rather nasty ones, repeating the old trick.

"Ah, ah, you are a devil, you are a devil at all!"

The ghost who was experiencing terrible pain did not answer Zhenzhi's question, but could only wail in pain, cursing Zhenzhi as a demon.But even if he knew the answer to the question, he didn't have the courage to say it.After all, if he really uttered those ulterior messages, what awaited him would be death, which was more terrifying than being corroded and destroyed.

Zhen Zhi knew Wu Mi's disposition long ago, and he didn't expect to get any effective information from this ghost who was observed remotely.But scaring Wu Mi with a drug that has a special effect on ghosts is also a wonderful thing that will instantly improve Zhenzhi's mood.

After all, the first time he and Wu Mi met was terrible.Although Wu Mi was already terminally ill at that time, his eyesight was still good, and he keenly noticed Zhenzhi's sarcastic smile, and dragged his sickly body directly into a rage, wanting to kill this arrogant brat.

Although the vitality of true knowledge at that time was about to be exhausted, it still had a high use value after all. After all, it was really hard to find people to test the medicine.If it weren't for the doctor's strong dissuasion, Zhenzhi might directly splatter the blood on the spot.Of course, leaving aside the bad first encounter, Zhenzhi later accumulated a book of old accounts to be settled with Wu Mi.

"This sentence makes sense. I also feel that I should have gone to hell a long time ago, instead of lingering in the world."

Zhenzhi borrowed the ghost's clothes, wiped off all the blood on the big black umbrella, and slowly opened it again, blocking the direction where the sun might shine.

"When you really have the courage to appear in front of me in person, let's discuss the issue of the blue Bana flower."

Zhenzhi, who was originally standing in front of the ghost, glanced at the faint sky outside the factory building, showed a distressed expression, and stepped aside to make way.

"Oops, it's about to dawn. I expected to finish the work before dawn, and then left all the follow-up work to the children who were about to contact me."

"Not only are you delaying my work now, you're making me spend time dealing with the mess here."

After all, the intelligence department is the lifeblood of the entire organization. Mori Ogai had just become the leader before, and his foundation was not stable. He entrusted this important intelligence work to the port mafia who joined the port mafia one step earlier and was quite prestigious in the entire Hong Kong gang. True knowledge is the best and only option.

Now that the port mafia has established a leading position in the inner world through this struggle, Mori Ogai has already sat firmly in the position of leader, and it is impossible to hand over all this part to the uncertain leader of Machi.

In the previous conversation, Mori Ogai also said that he would send an assistant to Zhenzhi to share the work, and would come to join him after the recycling work was over.

Zhenzhi is very sure that this so-called assistant is Dazai Osamu who he met before, and said that he did a good job. He is worried about too many personal affairs recently and is happy to be free.

Although that kid is indeed too smart, he doesn't seem to be a person who is very interested in such rigid things as work.Now it's not even the original appointment time, Zhenzhi is not panic at all.

The morning sun finally shone in through the hole, and the ghost, who was tortured by the medicine made by Zhenzhi to the point that he had no strength to howl anymore, felt a long-lost relief under the sunlight.

Zhenzhi quietly watched the ghost dissolve in the sunlight, with sadness in his expression.

It was just that at the last moment when the ghost was about to melt into the air, a spatial fluctuation suddenly appeared nearby, and a cold wind mixed with ice flakes swept out at an extremely fast speed from the crack in the space, heading straight for Zhenzhi's face.

Zhenzhi's expression froze, and he lightly dodged the ice flower's sneak attack, but the purpose of this ice wind was not Zhenzhi himself, but the umbrella in his hand.

The ice flower quickly covered a slender umbrella handle, followed by a golden iron fan engraved with lotus patterns. After the sharp edge cut off Zhenzhi's umbrella, it sank deeply into the ground.

Noticing that the handle of the umbrella was broken and that Zhenzhi was about to be exposed to the sun, the ghost whose consciousness had been manipulated by Wu Mi let out a shrill "giggle" laugh of gloating.

——The ghost's laughter stopped abruptly in the next second.

"It's too late for you to know, Wu Mi."

Zhenzhi standing in the sun not only had nothing happened, but also bent down to pick up the golden iron fan quite leisurely, looked at the pattern on it facing the sun, and turned back to give the ghost who had faded to only a pair of eyes a smile .

It's just that looking back, what I saw was not only the whole process of the ghost disappearing.

A certain black-haired, kite-eyed boy with bandages all over his body who was supposed to arrive an hour later has been leaning quietly against the gate of the factory since he doesn't know when, and he doesn't know how long he has been looking at it.Noticing Machi's gaze, Dazai also showed a cute and innocent smile.

"Good morning, Mr. Machi."