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

335.

In the middle of the battle, Xing Shoulang had just broken a bone in his chest and was about to charge up again with a knife.The three of the upper strings who were rebellious on their side suddenly leaned over, and Purgatory held his and Yiyong's wrists at the same time.

"Silence."

The ghost reminded them in a cold voice, grabbing them one after the other, leaving time for the ghosts with the same appearance to communicate.The pink-haired ghost landed on the side of Kamizu San who was about to punch, put his arm around his shoulders, and whispered something softly.The winding hand, which was about to hit the ground, wrenched his arm, but abruptly stopped in mid-air.

The strange thing is that it was obviously a quiet time, and no one was talking in his ear, but he clenched his fist and waved back: "Shut up!"

Of course he hit the air.The same ghost with the other hand clenched tightly took advantage of this gap to wrench its own arm completely, and then jumped out with all its strength.At the same time, the colorful ghosts let go of their hands, drew their knives, leaped forward and leaned over, pressing down the third of the upper strings who was still in a daze state in the gap opened during the battle.

"It's enough." The one who jumped in front of them blocked their movements with a free hand, "...it's enough. Trust me."

His gaze was far away but cold, just quietly looking at the dead void, as if he was looking at his dead self through there.

"Really. Are you sure?" Shui Zhu asked him equally indifferently, and after getting an affirmative reply, he knelt down instantly and fell into a coma.They almost spent almost an hour here to defeat this one, and they hardly had time to catch their breath during the intense and uninterrupted movement, and they had to quickly think about the countermeasures of moves and dodges, so as not to be killed before a few moves .His energy has already reached its limit, and there are ghosts who will not feel tired at all to help them follow them, so they can rest assured that they will pass out and recover their strength.

The pink-haired ghost looked back at him, and stretched out his hand to push the one that was still holding on to rest. The flame ghost jumped up from the hole and landed right next to him. He nodded to the other ghost, turned around and thought He walked away, but was pulled by the blood-stained cloak, and the people behind coughed lowly, stubbornly hoping that he would stay.

The third who is still alive takes a step back consciously, leaving space for this pair of similar but different people to speak.

Xing Shoulang raised his eyes to look at him with difficulty, the cold air poured into his open mouth, and blood foamed continuously.He was already very tired. He was not in good spirits at first, but when he came up, he met the winding string. He was struggling with dizziness and wounds on his body, and he didn't change his body properly during the high-intensity knife-swinging jump. Take a breath.

Even so, he still held back his mind that was about to collapse.

"Purgatory....cough, purgatory."

"………where are you going?"

The cold ghost looked down at him.He happened to grow up in a place with backlight, and the light in Infinite City was actually rather dim, which made him completely unable to see the look and expression of Purgatory, but those bright eyes looked at him, for a moment, clear and shallow The warm atmosphere of the world that has always been full of warmth has faded away.

Dim yellow lights mingled with blood flowing from all directions, vaguely reflecting the eyes of the person opposite.His blood-stained robe fluttered, and burnt black scars were exposed between the fingers holding the knife, just like the pair of light-colored eyes when he faced the powerful ghosts of the third chapter countless days and nights ago. The blood-stained boy is vividly reflected in it.

"Xing Shoulang will get in the way, I'll go first."

He pronounced the sentence almost indifferently.The blue fire flowed down the fingertips, burning the last corner of the cloth that was tightly held by the hand of the person who was about to be stunned, like burning the last spider thread connecting them.The side who took the initiative to let go left the fireworks behind him without any thought, and walked away as if throwing everything away, leaving only those who still wanted to stay in place, and closed their eyes unwillingly.

This scenario seems to have happened many times.Like on the train, like in the woods, like dying recklessly at the end of another world, he was left behind many times, a few times he was unable to catch up, and more times he was unable to catch up go up.

You are better off here.It's safer for you not to follow.

My death is the best ending.

The torch-like ghost said so, against the bright blue raging fire in the background.Even though his hair and eyes were bright reddish brown, mixed with some flame gold, and his face was as pale as death, he looked as if he was about to melt into that flame.From time to time, sparks passed through his face, but such faint light was eventually swallowed up by the thick darkness in his eyes.

"but----"

But I am so unwilling.But my heart ached like it was dying.

Why is it you?Why do you have to die?Is it your desire to get used to carrying everything alone, and to desire to die alone?

Yes.The person who did not exist in front of me said so.Surely he would have said so.Because it was him, he would definitely admit it frankly.

Didn't you already know about this?I was willing to die.If you are in such a position, you will definitely be more humiliated than me, and you can't wait to die soon, right?

That's it... for reasons that cannot be refuted.It is because of this that it cannot be denied, cannot be refuted, and cannot be saved.

Xing Shoulang's hand finally hangs down slowly.He couldn't lift his head anymore, and was pressed down by another person with an undeniable attitude.

"I am leaving."

336.

"Wow."

Yiwozuo quickly caught up with Purgatory, and carefully leaned over to look at his expression: "You still have the mood to act...? I thought you would just turn your head and walk away."

Purgatory is really too lazy to talk to him, but if he doesn’t talk to him, he will keep talking until he can talk to him, so he can only walk fast impatiently: “Look at him like that, he’s almost going straight away. I just touched him and he’s still twitching. If you have a high fever, if you don’t tell him a few words to let him rest, you will probably die on the way, that would be ridiculous.”

Purgatory answered in this way, but found that there was no movement for a long time. The ghost who should have answered him smiled thoughtfully, and the winding ghost, whose face was always unconsciously cold and repelling people thousands of miles away, rarely showed any vivid expression. .It's not the kind of freshness that makes people daydream, but the kind of freshness of "promise my mother not to kill people tonight, and now on New Year's Eve, let me think about which unlucky person I should pick when sharpening my knife".

Purgatory: "..."

Purgatory: "Why don't you leave me alone, you laugh so disgustingly."

Yiwozuo: "Hey——?! It's too much to say, I finally said it happily!"

Purgatory: "Why are you so tall—forget it, I don't want to know, let's find death quickly. Are you sure you are in this direction?"

Yiwozuo: "Hey hey hey. You guessed it."

Purgatory: "...you understand how much strength I have restrained now so as not to give you a knife, right?"

Yiwozuo: "This is nothing. I just want to remind you——"

Purgatory: "One more word of nonsense and I'll cut off your tongue."

Yiwozuo: "When we first came, was this a forest?"