[Ghost Slayer: Blade] No Miserable Online Mutual Fight

The sun gradually rose, shining on the empty land.

The snow-colored long-haired ghost didn't particularly resist the sun, but just huddled under a small piece of shade. Obviously there was only such a small piece, and the sun might shine on it just by turning around.

However, there was no special reaction.The eyes are also very clear, making the two of them wonder if the ghost in front of them is a ghost.

Ichiro didn't take back the sword in his hand, but stepped back slightly, because the ghost in front of him seemed to hate the Japanese sword like a normal ghost.In fact, the bigger reason was that although those somewhat familiar eyes and He He hid themselves after seeing him, they still faintly showed excitement.

It's like, we've known each other for a long time and reunited after a long absence.A figure vaguely appeared in his mind, and then he shook his head and dismissed the thought.

How is it possible, it's just similar.

Then came Yin members and an accidental but reasonable person, no, a ghost.

The loose black curly long hair swayed gently with the wind, and a familiar umbrella was covered in his hand, but the eaves of the umbrella were relatively low, and only half of his chin with tightly pursed lips could be seen, still so pale.

Against the light, stand in the direction where the sun rises.

"Ha." Ichiro called softly, and then withdrew the knife in his hand.

Because, after seeing that figure, the ghost behind him jumped for joy, his eyes full of dependence and conviction.

Satoshi took a look and took it back.

A red umbrella with a gradient of paper, tilted slightly, and then the ghost in the shadow rushed over, full of expectations.

"grown ups!"

Some unfamiliar pronunciation, but full of excitement inside.

There was a slight arc on that half of his face, and then he let the snow-colored long-haired ghost hold his arm.

Ichiro frowned, and Satu beside him also had a complicated expression.

The brim of the umbrella lifts to reveal the face below.His eyes were flat and his lips parted slightly.

"Let's go, it's time to go back."

The strange-colored eyes glanced at the person who was being taken away by Yin, and his eyes fell on the purple feathers that were stained red with blood. His eyes struggled, and then returned to calm.

It was a sea that was overwhelmed by violent waves. After a while of struggle, it returned to the calm surface...

His pale green eyes turned slightly, and his eyes fell on the figure, but he still couldn't ask "Are you okay?"

It's different, we've been apart for so long, even though it's still the same on the surface, but...

When we don't know, where we don't know, Yu, what happened to you.

The news that Zi Teng Zhihuo, a member of the first class, was on the verge of danger, and the news that Yanzhu Purgatory Xing Julang was seriously injured, spread to every member of the Ghost Killing Squad through the crow.At the same time, there was also the news that Yan Zhu and his party had a duel with Shang Xiansan.

On the second day, Yan Zhu's injury stabilized.Although he was seriously injured, rescue was timely and he just needed to rest.However, the endangered wisteria Zhihuo still suffers from good and bad injuries, and has not been able to get out of the dangerous situation.

For a while, the atmosphere in Butterfly House became tense.Tanjirou and the others who had just recovered lay back again.

The atmosphere was a bit heavy, everyone was busy and couldn't rest until early morning.

The long black-haired ghost stood in front of the corridor, with the sun not far in front of him.There was a crow perched on his hand, and he was resting his head on the pale palm wearily.

"Thank you, Xinxue."

In the shadow not far behind, a snow-colored long-haired ghost was kneeling, sitting obediently, his eyes never leaving the black-haired ghost in front of him for a moment, and his red eyes were full of trust.

"You worked hard too, Mi."

Aizawa Muha turned his head and smiled slightly.

"Well—it's not hard... hard, my lord..."

Seeing Yuki who was anxious to express her thoughts, Aizawa Muha stepped forward and touched the top of the snow-colored hair, and Yuki obediently rubbed against her.

"Xuemi is very powerful, not only transformed into a human form, but also learned to speak, really amazing."

"Yeah!" Xue Mi nodded vigorously.

Looking at those bright red eyes, Aizawa Muha chuckled softly: "I'm sorry, I dragged you in without authorization. The next step may be more twists and turns, and it will be a bit hard."

"Oh!" Xuemi shook her head vigorously, and then said word by word: "No, it's hard work. Because, it's my lord, please. So, very, very happy!"

"Really." Aizawa Wuha raised his lips slightly: "Then please, Xuemi, stay in the room first and don't come out."

This is the ghost killing team, which is very targeted at ghosts.Even ghosts who have never eaten humans will be treated differently.

"Yeah!" Xuemi nodded vigorously, and then seriously promised: "I will do it. It's okay!"

After getting Xuemi settled down, Aizawa Muha changed his clothes and went out.

Sato and Ichiro are going to report to the mission, Sister Butterfly is in the emergency room, and the other pillars are on their way back... In this case, it will be more difficult.So, don't worry, Zhihuo.

He hurriedly took a white cloth to tie up his hair, tidied himself up and joined the busy work.

The Butterfly House is still relatively small in staff, and when they get busy, everyone has no time to rest, like Sister Butterfly, who didn't even eat lunch.

"Excuse me." Aizawa Muha nodded, and then put on a white coat.

It's not the first time, so the movements are more proficient.

Tanjiro and the others in the room also had serious expressions and worried faces.

Aizawa Muha changed the dressings of several people and treated the wounds, while comforting with a smile: "It's okay, it will be fine."

In fact, he himself was not sure about this sentence.But to lie to others, you need to lie to yourself first.I don't know whether to comfort others or to deceive myself.If you tell yourself it's okay, it should be easier.

Tanjiro looked at Aizawa Muha's crisp movements, tried to open his mouth several times, but couldn't speak.

He smelled it, the hidden sadness and guilt, this smile, obviously fake to death, I'm afraid he didn't even notice it, Yu.

Why, why feel guilty.What he smelled was complex and heavy.

So heavy, so sad, like drowning.Why is it like this, obviously, it's not Yu's fault, isn't it.

No one made a sound, and the heavy atmosphere spread and aggravated little by little, until it was on the verge of collapse and reached a critical point.

Then, it was compressed again, becoming more dignified.

The whole Butterfly House was filled with the smell of medicine and a faint smell of blood.