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

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Winding Six, Ranunculus Ghost, Ghost of the Forest.Good at trapping people to death in the boundless forest.

"It's you! I know you!" The ghost with a young voice cursed sharply, "This time the kid who can set fire is not here, let me see how you——"

He scolded in a cadence, but unfortunately no one present listened to him. The one with a gloomy face inserted the sun wheel knife he had drawn out, while the one who was more lively looked around for a while, whispering as if whispering. Reminding, "Purgatory. We seem to have forgotten Mi Douzi there..."

"I know. She was punched out and fainted." Purgatory said, opening his palms toward the depths of the forest, "I don't have time to deal with her, shut up."

"Blood Ghost Art - Hellfire"

With them as the center, the blue-purple flames projected into the surroundings in the form of spears spread very quickly, hardly needing more guidance from the master, and burned to the distance far away like sweeping everything.The voice of the child roared sharply, but the branches that were waving and whipping towards them would be completely burned by the flames halfway, while those who were not burned in the center watched with cold eyes, thinking why not burn faster.

In the raging fire, the one with sharper ears looked in a certain direction thoughtfully: "Isn't that over there..."

In the direction where the flames were burning, a few familiar young faces were vaguely revealed.One of them was strangled to death by the rattan, and seemed to have passed out, and the other two seemed to follow their eyes and waved their hands this way.

Yiwozuo: "..."

Yiwozuo: "...ah."

He wondered if it would be more polite to wave his hands, but the flames in front of him suddenly burst out as high as three people, completely blocking his sight, and it was different from the warm and healing flames in the past, but wrapped in thick black The smoke flew into the air, as it was, hot and coquettish like a will-o'-the-wisp pouring out of hell.

The flame ghost waved his hand and walked towards the opposite side to split the flames without looking back, stepping on the deposited wood ash, turning his head away amidst the flying burning wood chips and fireworks of different colors.The flames and the shadows of the blasted broken wood alternated light and dark on his face. The Infinite City was originally a kind of dark and cold. When it was burned so unexpectedly, the temperature in the air would be like an illusion. , Fragmented and scalded tenderness.

Yiwozuo blinked, hallucinatingly remembering the smile he showed in Purgatory in the blue sea of ​​flames last time—it might be a smile that even the sun or the moon was ashamed of, but he couldn't see it anymore.How did he do it then?Yes, it seemed like saying goodbye to him in a hurry by the side of the broken carriage, swallowing back the bloody taste in his throat, and then went to face his other self in this world for the first time.

...that already seemed like a long, long time ago.

He thought so, but found that the ghost at the end of the flame turned his head and looked at him, silently urging him not to follow.It was an inexplicable and extraordinarily cold expression. The fiery golden eyes were deep and bottomless, and the highlights could hardly be seen.The light around the ghost was not dazzling, but for some reason, it made him want to close his eyes.

Yi Wozuo was stunned for a moment, and quickly chased after him, wanting to pull him with his hands.The ghost he was holding was staggered and couldn't break free, so he lowered his face and accelerated to move forward.

"... Let go."

"No! Let's just go for a while, let's go together!"

"Where is such a stretch... Tsk, loosen your hand and don't grab it so close, go faster."

"Oh...but those kids, don't we go together?"

"Delaying things." Purgatory quickly replied, "Aside from wasting my time to die, they have no other purpose. ...By the way, it has nothing to do with feelings, and I am not so bad that I want my children to accompany me to die."

"Don't you think so?"

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After he finished speaking, he seemed to want to look back at the ghosts behind for proof, but felt that it was a waste of time, so he wanted to speed up and rush to the front of the corridor, but the person behind was obviously stunned for a moment, and his strength was very weak. It was so big that it dragged him to a halt.

"What the hell are you... huh?!"

The ghost that fell behind rushed up and strangled his neck and mouth, and suppressed the flame ghost's roar: "I don't think this is right! We shouldn't die like this——no, it's okay to die together, but You shouldn't have died so hastily by Wu Mi's hands!"

"——————?!"

"Although I am very happy, by the way, I am really happy to walk this distance with you! But! Maybe there will be a turning point after we defeat Wu Mi?! Maybe after we finish the boss, everyone——you , I, the president, can go back safely!"

He paused, and softened his tone: "What if this is the best solution, the only way to clear the level...?"

What if that's the only way we can finally be reunited alive?

"If this doesn't work, then let's help each other." Yi Wozuo said haha, and changed his tone a little more relaxed, "After all, we will all go to the same place, it's just a matter of time. I just... I It’s just that I don’t want to die so disgustingly, at least we’ve known each other for three years, so it’s alright to give me a chance to have fun, right?”

He was just afraid of the pain.He just wanted to stall for time.

It's just that Butterfly Chana Hui doesn't hold enough weight in his heart, and he doesn't want to accept such a painful death for her, that's all.

He clearly thought about these things in an instant.If it was him 5 minutes ago, he would definitely be so angry that he would draw his sword and kill him here, and then kill him by himself... Well, but also thanks to his own characteristics, he has completely calmed down now—how about saying It's indifference.

The dead cannot be traced back, and no amount of pain or sorrow can undo the lost life.It's not that he decided to live in this era like this, but he no longer wants to die so wholeheartedly, and starts to analyze from another angle how to maximize the benefits of death, and how to get back the reason for dying before he dies.Just give the head to Wu Mi in such a hurry, even if he reunites with the president at that time, he will definitely be scolded severely.

Well, take a deep breath and throw away the last bit of useless sorrow.

... You are such an innocent and heartless monster.

The boy stopped struggling in silence, and pushed back the knife that had been pulled out a little bit.The ghost behind him let go of its grip and took a few steps back, and the crow, which was left far behind, finally had a chance to catch up, and roared in a drawn-out voice: "Flame Pillar——the ghost who winds the string—is going to go!" Where are you going!"

"Let's go to Wu Mi." Purgatory turned around and replied, "How long will it take to reach the top and how long will it be dawn?"

"It's still two hours before dawn—it's about to reach the top!!" The crow circling overhead yelled loudly, "The insect pillar and stepson are finished resting, I'll lead the way! I'll lead the way! Complete the rendezvous!"

"Okay, we will continue to rush over there and suppress him first. You go and bring other people together and prepare for collision."

The crow responded, turned around and flew away quickly, and the corridors of the houses changed and overlapped again. The ghost king who had been injected with drugs was still in the slow recovery period, condensed in the center like a sarcoma.Purgatory sharp-eyed saw the last black corner of the clothes engulfed in the tumor, he drew his knife in mid-air and inserted it into the wooden hanging door frame beside him, and slid all the way to the bottom before barely stopping.

Yiwozuo followed him and fell down, clinging to the wooden frame on the other side, he looked up and down here, and said softly: "Miss Zhushi seems to have digested it, do you want to do it now?"

"It's not worth it. It's best to fight together on the ground." Purgatory listened to the sound of machinery and wood rattling and rattling in the distance, "It's a waste of time and energy to fight here——and you listen .Infinity City is already on the rise."

The moment he finished speaking, a sharp thorn pierced from the sarcoma and stabbed him. Yi Wozuo dragged him to pull out the knife and threw it up. The blade rubbed against their arms and plunged deep into the house in the dungeon. .They are too close.It was still a little slow to hide, and the blood-colored ghost grabbed the broken door frame one after another to fix its body.

They met those dark eyes.