[Ghost Slayer: Blade] Is it my fault for group wear?

1.

"Grip?"

"It's a little lower than before."

Yi Wozuo pressed my wrist on the table in one breath, and then let go.The president and Butterfly Shinobi nodded aside, recording the data.I rubbed my wrists and prepared to stand up. Yi Wozuo handed over my knife from the side. I lost my grip and almost fell down again.

"Is it so much smaller?" I re-grip the knife and insert it in front of my waist. If I did this before, it would be no different from hanging a feather, but now it is a solid and heavy stone. It is estimated that the agility will decrease."

"Yeah, otherwise what would I envy you for?" Die Die Ren raised his head to look at my figure and height, and wrote down a few strokes in his notebook, "You can draw another tube of blood later, I'll give it to you later." You take the well-fitting clothes and bandages, and teach you how to use your wrists and how to use poison. But I heard that the nearby ghost killers have been organized to search for it on Wisteria Mountain, and it will recover after killing him in a few days. Next time You still have to be careful. If it doesn’t work, don’t send it to the mountain, just kill it directly.”

The president nodded and asked again, "Weight?"

"I can't help it. Who knew that the blood ghost technique can have a delay." Yi Wozuo walked around behind me and lifted me up and down, "It seems to be a lot lighter."

I was dizzy from being shaken by him, and subconsciously wanted to hold his hand and throw him over the shoulder, but the result was that one hand was different from the usual slender and powerful one. Can let go again awkwardly.

Yiwozuo: "...Pfft."

Yiwozuo: "Hahahahahahahahahaha!"

I calmly stretched my hand to my waist, and the smooth and warm coldness from the whetstone rubbed thousands of times was passed down from the Warring States period. The only knife that would not hurt my palm made me feel safe as always. The black knife that had completely faded from the rust marks was extremely sharp, and it seemed that it could easily cut off the arm of the second string.My other hand holds the handle of the knife.

"You're still laughing." I warned him coldly, "If I hadn't kicked someone yesterday, it would be him who is checking his body here now."

The ghost hahahaha saw my hand, and was instantly as quiet as a chicken: "I'm sorry I was wrong."

2.

"Speaking of which, why do you need a bandage? I remember you weren't injured, right?"

"Binding." I made a gesture with him, "I'm not as uninhibited as Ms. Miri, and I'm not used to it myself. It's better to tie it with a bandage."

"Compared to this, why don't you help me go to Wisteria Mountain again? After all, the ghost was caught by the two of us together. You remember the face. The other team members may only look at the picture or are a little reluctant. I don't know when we found it. He Yue is going."

"Oh, that's fine." He nodded, and retreated to the window, "You stay there, if you're fine, don't go out and wander around... With your ghost system, you don't know how you will die on the road."

"Roll, roll, roll," I sneered, "With your way of speaking, you deserve to be covered in a sack while walking on the road."

Yiwozuo rolled round, Butterfly Ninja and the president were really busy, so they had to hurriedly arrange and change my clothes, then taught me some wrist skills, stuffed me with a few tubes of wisteria flower poison left.The president walked slowly, and even helped me comb my hair, and brought me a bamboo hat and a pure black haori, and told me to be careful when going out, not to run far.

"Where can I go now..." I touched the scar on the right side of my face, wondering if this would make me pretend to be more human, "Besides, I'm barely a ghost, no matter how I do it, I won't die It's gone."

It is true that girls are always more loving and worrying than boys.

The president also left soon.I looked down and looked up again. The perspective of being shorter was completely different, but it was not difficult to adapt to. I walked around the room and felt that my body was indeed much lighter.

In the past, when the vice-president, the playwright, and the president were away, we had to cooperate in whatever we wanted to do. The people on this side curled up and rolled around on the ground, chasing the ball, and on this side, they immediately squatted down and meowed. I started licking my paws, and I even had to cooperate with making cat food and dog food on the spot to boil milk.In comparison... the big guy in women's clothing should be relatively light, right?

... Anyway, it is much better than performing Tian Po Wang Liang in public back then.

3.

There is also a mirror in the room as a spare. I lifted it up, and pulled up the white gauze beside the bamboo hat, and looked at my face seriously.

Before that, my face looked a lot like my father, he was a serious person with deep bones, serious and unsmiling, but my mother preferred romantic and beautiful things, so the two of them never got along.She really doesn't like my expressionless face, and when I occasionally loosen my expression, she will show a little soft emotion to me.

And now this face——I began to regret why I was not born with this face—beautiful, warm, and soft, which seemed absolutely pleasing to her, and the hard edges and corners were softened, faintly John actually revealed a bit of the shadow of my mother's face in my impression.I raised my eyebrows, imitating that gentle woman and smiling at the girl in the mirror.

I've grown to like this face.

Everyone is very busy recently, I either take Xuan Mi in the deep mountains and wild forests, or I go back to the lord's mansion or the butterfly house for meetings, and occasionally I meet acquaintances suddenly during the journey, so I can only go all the way together and then do our own things task to go.It was the same situation when I met Yiwozuo yesterday. He was going to deliver a letter to the town, so I took the child and walked with him for a while, and then I met a ghost who could change his mind.

I habitually patrolled the mountain road next to Butterfly House. After walking for a long time, I found that the scenery was not right.I obviously walked around the outer circle of the mountain, why the more I walked, the less I could see the houses and lights at the bottom of the mountain?I stopped under a certain tree, tentatively made a cross with my fingernails, then turned around and walked back the same way.

The ghost's vision is not affected at night, but because of my sudden decline in physical fitness, the visibility is also much lower.I raised the torch and slowed down my walking speed, lest I trip over the vines and roll straight down the mountain.If you die, you won't die. What will you do when you get up with blood on your face and scare the flowers and plants down the mountain?

I walked for a while, and the torch in my hand was suddenly blown out by a gust of wind. I put it away, looked at some familiar scenery in front of me, stopped, and reached out to touch the trunk of one of the trees.

Clearly visible cross.

4.

...... What kind of shit is this.

I sighed leisurely, flicked my fingers and rubbed a ball of fire out.The firelight illuminated the vines sticking out of my neck in front of me.The vine was obviously startled by me, paused in a very humane manner, and lifted my bamboo hat in the other direction, and the wind chimes tied to the curtain fell to the ground. It is better to find a bandage to wrap my right eye before going out, so that this ghost will not recognize that I am the legendary Erwuzi.

"What, so you are also a ghost." The vine retracted neatly, and ghostly voices rang out around me, "I should have said it earlier, I was thinking that I haven't eaten a woman for a long time... . . . what a disappointment."

I bent down to pick up the bamboo hat, and showed a humble smile: "Sorry, sorry, I just became a ghost, I'm sorry to offend you. I just went the wrong way because I was really hungry. I don't know if you are... ...?"

"You don't know me? No wonder it's a new ghost." The immature voice like a child raised strangely, "Then you remember, this uncle is the sixth on the string——Cunculus ghost! Seeing that you are still good-looking For the sake of goodness, if you can bring a few women over to honor me, then it's not impossible for me to cover you..."

The other side has already started talking eloquently to itself, and I am very used to it with a smile.Who doesn't know how to flatter, when I was drinking and talking nicely with a senior six on Huajie, you don't know where you are. Throw it up the wisteria mountain, you don't even think about this position.

This ghost should have been young when it was lost. After being blown a few words by me, I started bragging about how many people I had killed. I nodded and wrote them down one by one. Want to kill him right here.

But no, it is already the eve of the decisive battle, there is a strange and unharmonious calm between ghosts and humans, no one moves the other, just like the last calm before the storm.If I solve the new winding here, maybe a rage will teleport one of the windings to me and kill me with a knife——wait, I remember that one of the windings seems to use a knife too, his...  His special sans eyes are still considered to be a sun wheel knife, can you give me a happy one?

What if someone came and chopped off my head with a knife, and just about to withdraw the knife, I wobbled up again, wouldn't it be embarrassing to be speechless?

I was thinking about it, and one inadvertently laughed out loud. The child's bragging stopped, and he asked in a dazed and annoyed way, "What are you laughing at?"

"I just think you are amazing, I'm really proud to know you." I continued the conversation in a good manner, "I haven't killed Zhuzhu yet, if when can I work hard to kill one and become the next string, what are you doing?" A little brother like me—ahem subordinate, does he have a bright face?"

"Oh!" The ghost was very happy to be distracted, "Well, I don't have any shortage now anyway, if you want pillars, it's not impossible for me to give you one!"

I groaned, blinked blankly, and then opened my mouth to confirm: "You mean, you have...?"

"Yes! It's in my woods now!"

My breath was stagnant, and I laughed harder: "Is that... alive or dead?"

"Live, I just went to chat with you, I don't have time to pay attention to him." The voice was a little farther away, "I've been sleepy with him for a few days, and I don't know if he starved to death... I can't quite tell , anyway, there is no movement, and it’s not too difficult to kill. I don’t lack this pillar, you can kill dozens of people after eating him, and you will be able to finish! Come to me again at that time, let’s eat people together !"

His tone is cheerful and innocent, just like I used to have dinner appointments with others. I forced myself to keep smiling and thank him, and tactfully expressed that I like cooked food, hoping to take him down the mountain to find someone to cook. Eat it again.I didn't act as a big guy in women's clothing in dramas back then. I probably knew what to do with this look to make the expression look the best, so I raised my hand and put on the hat again. A little flattering and pleading look.

Sure enough, the voices around me quickly calmed down: "You new ghosts are really troublesome...Okay, okay, I will try the raw ones for you next time you come, the cooked ones are not as good as the raw ones. ah?"

I agreed repeatedly, and lightly and deftly threw the tree vine over to catch the fiery red person. I thought it would be more comfortable for the princess to hold her, but halfway through the hug, I felt wrong, so I twisted my movements and put the person on my shoulders.The woods in front of me kindly gave way to a road, I tried not to grit my teeth so obviously to thank, and quickly put aside the shouting behind my back, come and play with me next time.

5.

"Does this ghost look familiar?" The man on my shoulder muffled, his voice was surprisingly hoarse, and it sounded like he hadn't spoken for a long time, "You mentioned it to me before, that The one who has kept you sleepy for a week... I think it's him."

"Don't talk first, it will be very uncomfortable in your throat." I estimated the distance, and it was far enough, so I changed the person into a hugging position, "Haven't eaten for a few days? Don't talk, make gestures."

He was silent for a while and made a three-way comparison.

"Okay, then I'll take you back to the Butterfly House. You can only eat liquid food for a few days. Remember not to drink too fast when you drink water at the beginning, it will hurt your throat and stomach..." I was worried about why there was no infusion in this era— ——Wait, there are syringes, and there should be things for infusions, right? "I'll turn around and ask Ms. Zhushi what she needs to pay attention to. You should have a good rest first, and I'll prescribe some medicine to nourish your stomach later—hey, why are you pulling my wind chime?"

The pale man in my arms looked up at my face, and laughed heartily: "So it looks like this, cough, cough, hiss!"

"Stop talking!" I emphasized my tone, "I'll try to heal your throat slowly, why don't you go to bed first——"

"Cough—it looks very similar to my mother." He didn't listen to me at all, but just smiled sunnyly to himself, "Very beautiful, very gentle."

I froze with a shudder.

"Really?...I can't quite see it," I tried to smile hard, "Is it really similar?"

The eldest brother smiled at me, reached out and wiped the corners of my eyes: "It's very similar, Purgatory."

He might think I was crying, but who knows, I tend to break out in a cold sweat... Of course, it is not impossible to cry, but I know that my acting skills are not good enough, and it would be too embarrassing. So he should still be in a cold sweat from being frightened.

"Well... I guess you won't listen to me," I sighed, and quickened my pace, "How do you know it's mine? The news spread so fast?"

He was silent now, just tapped the knife beside me with his hand.

Speaking of this knife, he handed it to me in the end, and I realized it in my heart: "That's... no wonder. You don't have to worry about me too much. Once that ghost dies, the blood ghost technique will also be undone. It's not a big problem. What are you doing here at Butterfly House?"

"I'm here to look for you." He continued to laugh, "I originally wrote the letter, but I was afraid of accidents so I came here directly. I just passed by that forest a few days ago..."

"Yeah, who knew you were such a coincidence that you just caught up with my blood ghost attack." I tried to jump as smoothly as possible to the roof of the house at the bottom of the mountain, "I remember that Tanjiro and the others are still at your house? Wait a minute I’ll write a letter to say I’m safe—don’t pull my bandage, it’ll fall apart.”

"The eyes...was also injured at that time?"

I laughed: "What are you talking to a ghost...just to cover up the eye and the scar, so as not to be recognized."

He hummed, lowered his eyes and continued to ask in a hoarse voice: "Then when did this scar... come on? Has it never healed?"

6.

It’s easy to say, I remember that Yi Wozuo put extra makeup on me on a whim before going out. I originally wanted to draw a flower, but halfway through the painting, I accidentally wiped it with a stroke, and it simply dragged on and turned into a penetrating wound. Touch, mostly not painful.If he hadn't asked, I would have almost forgotten that there was such a makeup.

How should this be edited... Why don't you just mess with it, let me think of someone who can take the blame, not someone who is not easy to be asked by the elder brother.

Have it.

"Well... it's a lesson left by the elders." I showed a little troubled expression that I didn't want to continue this topic, "Because I want to remember it all the time, I don't want to forget it... That's why I haven't been cured. Don't worry , the vision is still not affected, and there will be no pain."

He stared fixedly at my right eye until I wondered if I was about to break out in a cold sweat before lowering my eyes again. I looked at his pale expression, then at the blue-black under his eyes, He softened his tone: "Why don't you sleep first? If I run slower..."

He nodded, as if remembering something again: "...will have nightmares."

"Hmm." I remembered that he mentioned it before, "Is the medicine for calming the nerves useless?"

"It works. Sometimes the pain is blurred, but most of the time I still want to see clearly..." He yawned a little, looking too sleepy, but still insisted on talking to me in a low voice, "There are also times when it's not so painful. I'm also very happy to see that many people are willing to smile and work hard for a common goal..."

"Well," I followed his words, "then I hope this is a good dream this time?"

He didn't make a sound after all, or maybe he agreed, but I didn't hear it, so I fell into a light sleep with even breathing.I looked down at him, his facial features were still peaceful and serene, and he should have slept well, so I felt relieved and led someone into the yard, put him on my bed and covered him with the quilt, and then sat down on the bed with a sigh of relief .

7.

"nailed it."

Yiwozuo turned in from the window, glanced at the bed, and sat down beside me lightly.

"This ghost can hide. Now you feel—oh, you've turned back."

He took out a beautifully carved wooden hairpin from his pocket with regret on his face: "I bought it when I saw it on the road, but I still didn't catch up."

"I won't wear it when I catch up with it," I rolled my eyes, and took the things over: "I'll send it back to the vice president...forget it, let's give it to Mi Douzi, he will probably look good wearing it." .”

He pretended to sigh a long time, pulled back the wooden hairpin in my hand, twirled deftly in the air, and handed it to my mouth as a microphone.

"Come for an interview, how was your day of sexual transformation?"

I hehe twice: "Thank you for the invitation. I am in the Butterfly House, and I just changed back. I will never block blood ghosts for others next time."