[Ghost Slayer: Blade] No Miserable Online Mutual Fight

The dim light scattered in the empty yard, different from the light of the full moon, the light of the crescent moon is faint and extraordinarily soft.

It's that harmless.

The sound of fluttering clothes slightly broke the peaceful moonlight.Landing barefoot, with a slow pace.

The faint light, the same, even the shadows are so faint that they can almost be ignored.

However, there is always an old legend that comes to mind.A person without a soul has no shadow.

This may be to deceive the young child, but there are always people who are naive and believe a terrible lie that is obviously false.

Like a ghost, walking without a trace of sound, as if floating in mid-air, and then stepping into the wide open paper door, into an empty room without a trace of life.

The figure leaning on the couch moved slightly, propped his chin with his hands, his red eyes were slightly closed, and the darkness of the room was contained inside.

The air was terrifyingly silent, and the figure leaning lazily was lifeless, like a delicate doll.She was only wearing a thin white shirt, and her pale complexion, which had no sense of distance, was a bit dazzling, and she could not see a trace of blood.

Even after it was cleaned up, there was still a lingering smell of blood attached to the bones.

Slightly raising his eyes, his expressionless face that had lost the ability to express other emotions, Wu Yu slowly stretched out his hand, looked at his pale hand under the faint light, and shook it slightly.

"What's the matter?" His tone was cold and emotionless, with some hoarseness because he hadn't spoken for a long time.

Yushiro walked in with a complex expression and hesitant to speak, but there was some distance between them.

Without it, it's just the strong sense of despair and suffocation, which can be felt just by getting close.It was as if the air around it had died, and it was black with an ominous atmosphere.

And... there was a piercing chill coming from the bottom of his heart with those dull red eyes.

Plates of blood-soaked bandages were brought out, and the hurrying medical staff looked anxious and nervous, not daring to take a step behind.

The originally condensed and stagnant atmosphere seemed to be ignited for a moment, and the long-standing atmosphere was instantly heavy to the point where it was impossible to breathe.

"Bang!"

The woman with purple hair that gradually faded to the end had a gloomy face, trembling suppressed from anger all over, and clenched her hands tightly.

"Wisteria Zhihuo!!" He gritted his teeth but vented his helpless anger, and the purple eyes were brewing with anger that turned into substance.

This time, I couldn't bear it anymore.

There are countless words that I want to say, but I can't bear it, but I can only hold the anger in my mouth, so angry that I can't speak.

Butterfly shivered with anger, leaning against Butterfly Kanae's arms.

Compared with the furious Butterfly Shinobu, Butterfly Kanae's expression is sad and regretful.A deep sense of sadness and powerlessness, and there is nothing that can be done at this moment.

For doctors, they hate patients who don't cooperate with the treatment, but what they hate and anger even more...is the person who has the will to die.

Refuse treatment, refuse the hope of life.This made the situation, which was already seriously injured, and the wound from the previous time had not healed, even worse to the extreme.

It's not seeking death, but the kind of wandering on the edge of life and death, without a strong desire to survive.

Wisteria Zhihuo! !What are you thinking! !

With his own strength, he uncovered the ghost with special blood ghost skills lurking in the ghost killing team—Shangxian Wu.

Knowing that there are still ghosts lurking in the wisteria house, panic and fear are certain at that moment.However, with the wounded Wisteria Tomohime facing the wound alone... Although it broke the possibility that Oni might get news from the Demon Slayer Squad, it was so disappointing.

It was as if the result had been expected and known for a long time.

"Boom!" With the sound of fists being pounded on the pillar abruptly, sisters Butterfly looked up one after another.

The hair that was originally as dazzling as a flame seemed to be a little dim, and the hand that was beating the pillar had blood dripping down the knuckles.

"Sorry for the interruption." Purgatory Xingshoulang twitched the corners of his mouth, trying to show a usual smile, but failed.

Butterfly House, immersed in thick drugs and blood, is once again filled with sadness——

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Within a few days, the curved crescent moon has always been that beautiful arc and gap, but at this moment it is rising to the center, exuding a slight halo, trying its best to illuminate the way forward.

The wisteria flowers under the moonlight seem to be in a soft halo, ethereal and ethereal.But for the smell that constantly emanates, it is undoubtedly extremely repulsive and disgusting.

The disgust and rejection from the blood, but for the already numb senses, it doesn't matter anymore.

The toes landed on the top of the wall, and the long hair blown by the wind intertwined with the fluttering wisteria flowers, casting a hazy shadow on the ground.

"Ahem——" There was a weak cough, and the red eyes seemed to emit a cold and frightening light under the weak light.

The light refracted by the blade is also extremely charming, it is that familiar beauty, if it can be stained with blood, it will be even more eye-catching.

Thinking of this, Wuyu blankly ignored the double-edged sword in front of him.

It didn't alarm other people. At the moment of discovery, he didn't choose to call other team members, but chose to talk.Even if there seems to be no possibility of conversation.

Butterfly Ren's mind is very complicated, very bitter.It's like biting a lotus seed, but can only swallow it.There is no reason to question, and there is no way to ask.

The "ghost" in front of me is as strange as another person.Although the facial features and body after slightly "growing" are different from before, what is even more unfamiliar is the mechanical feeling like a puppet, cold, like a decayed machine, without a soul that can act by itself, just like □□ Controlled puppets are average.

The words that I originally wanted to say, but after meeting those cold and lifeless eyes, all of them stagnated in my mouth.

As if he didn't see the knife he was holding, he let it point directly at his throat, and moved forward without hesitation.The red eyes were lowered slightly, covering the red and black patterns blooming like lotus patterns inside.

The purple-haired woman stomped her feet fiercely, gritted her teeth and took a step back, and said in disbelief, "Then I'm giving you some time."

Give you a time to say goodbye and then wipe out.

There was no answer, only the slightly swaying tail of black hair hanging down to the knees.

From a distance, there was a smell of blood, and the blood began to boil, clamoring for hunger, clamoring for predation, and losing reason.

But the stomach was filled with nausea and disgust, and it felt like it was about to vomit.

What a contradictory experience, while needing and at the same time disgusting and hating.

Pale hands pushed open the half-covered paper door, and the strong smell of blood and medicine rushed over in an instant.

The disgusting feeling of wanting to vomit, clamoring for demands, but at the same time being extremely disgusting.

Wuyu wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth expressionlessly, and walked over slowly.

The whitish moonlight shining in on the hospital bed was sprinkled on the pale quilt and on the lifeless face.

The pale face lost all color, and those eyes were quietly closed, waiting for someone to wake them up.

Swallowing the blood coming out of his throat, Wu Yu stretched out his hand to brush away his overlong hair, then bent down to look directly at the pair of closed eyes.

The closed eyes have slender eyelashes.The sound of breathing is inaudible.

"You..." Wu Yu tilted his head, and said blankly: "What are you planning again?"

This scene is somewhat familiar, a long time ago, perhaps.A long time ago... It was such a familiar scene, the helpless and wandering night, waiting for the return of life.

Wu Yu sat under the hospital bed, his eyes blankly recalling the blurred memories that had been broken into pieces.

It was difficult and many things had been forgotten.Maybe it's subconsciously forgetting these overly heavy and false things, and you won't feel tired if you forget them.

Slightly shaking the slender five fingers, turning them in circles.

The slowing down of footsteps sounded like they had been trained, and gradually dispersed around, enveloping the lightless room.

The crow-colored eyelashes swayed twice, and glanced at the person whose breath was still weakening.

"It's really cunning." He leaned down and put it close to the ear of the person in front of him, slightly parting his lips and teeth a few times, Wu Yu closed his eyes, as if he was listening to the inaudible response.

The sharp nails were as red as those stained with blood, and then slowly sank into the neck that was already throbbing slowly.

"Good night."

The black hair slid down with the movement of standing up, sliding down with the last bit of nostalgia.

Barefoot landed on the ground, lightly, without a sound.Behind him, something surged under the skin, and a trace of blood slid down his neck.Breathing sound, quickened.

The pale hand closed the door behind him, and the lowered eyes were raised casually, the red eyes were icy cold.

Wu Yu raised his index finger, and the corners of his pale mouth did not have a trace of curvature, and he said blankly to the people around him, "Shh."