The ceiling of combat power is actually myself

"Are you Miss Tianzhu Shiratori from the Ghost Killing Squad?"

Sure enough, it would not work without the sun wheel knife.

The ghost head that was kicked away by me was glued back together in a blink of an eye.

How to do it?

I thought quickly in my mind.

It's not easy to run into a winding ghost, it's because the system skipped the plot for me that I managed to run into one.

If you let it go easily this time, you don't know when it will be next time, and you don't know how many girls will be tricked into teaching by this hentai ghost like today and killed and eaten as rations.

If it drags on until dawn...

"Oh, it seems that Ms. Shiratori is the type who insists on fighting and not chatting. I also like this point?"

Ignoring the gentle and sticky voice next to her ear, Shiratori blocked the door closed by her own hands.

Staring indifferently at the ghost with a still warm smile, he didn't feel at ease until he heard the footsteps of Sister Butterfly drifting away.

It seems that this person has no intention of chasing after him.

"However, sometimes, communication is also very necessary. Anyway, Ms. Shiratori's current [sealed] state can't kill me, and I can't do anything to the 'strongest' Ms. Shiratori of the Demon Slayer Squad..."

Yo heh.

The collection of information by the ghost clan is pretty good.

Seeing that I was just standing calmly, with no intention of continuing to fight, the other party's smile deepened, and the folding fan also opened to block the lower half of a face that can be called handsome in human aesthetics, and seemed to suggest kindly:

"Why don't we shake hands calmly and have a good chat about the possibility of you, the 'Strongest Pillar', becoming the 'Strongest Ghost'?~"

As he said that, the real official walked towards the girl gracefully, and extended his hand very sincerely.

……

One tall and one short, one ghost and one person.

One was all smiles, the other was expressionless.

The two stood opposite each other like this, surrounded by the bloody corpses of countless young girls who had just lost their lives.

"Become...a ghost."

Shiratori looked at the hand stretched out in front of him, with sharp nails, belonging to a ghost.

Bright red blood drops were sliding down the intentionally unhealed wound on the pale skin, and a few drops even dripped onto the floor, blooming in the shape of a bloody and coquettish flower.

"Ah, are you finally willing to talk to me? What a lovely voice~" Tong Mo looked very happy, "To be honest, that adult has been following up and watching you, Miss Shiratori, for the past few years? "

"It's so pitiful, Ms. Shiratori~ You obviously just want to be an idler living an ordinary life, but you have to do so many things you don't want to do in your too short life, and serve for the Demon Slayer Squad for nothing—"

Speaking of the situation, the man also shed a tear in sorrow.

"It must be very hard, right? But it doesn't matter anymore. Come on, become an eternal existence with us."

"What the Ghost Killing Squad can give you, that lord will surely be able to..."

Before the other party could finish speaking, Shiratori angrily knocked off Tong Mo's head.

I found out that I'm totally not good at dealing with these familiar guys.

Even ghosts should pay attention to the social distance between each other!

Being so close, if it wasn't for his handsome face, the barrage at this time would have already been filled with "sexual harassment".

And this chattering ghost seemed completely unaware that I would give him a brace so easily.

In fact, I didn't expect...

I don't know what to say, it's amazing, seeing this ghost's head, I have an urge to wring him off.

I swear I don't have any special hobbies, and I don't feel that way at all when killing other ghosts.

Thinking that it might be a passive skill attached to this ghost, just like "100% empty-handed catch sword".

Not much nonsense, and I don't intend to stay here for a long time, and I approached the crying head with a pitiful tear.

"It's too much... Shiratori sauce..."

Ignoring his quick and intimate address, I knelt down in front of my head, staring at the pair of colored eyes with him—and the ghost king who might be sharing the same line of sight behind him, and said:

"Let me tell you, my lord, I'm not interested in the subordinates who make crumbs," he said with a smile, "I'm quite interested in the position of the ghost king."

After the trash talk, I raised my hand and froze the ghost's head and body into ice sculptures.

Then, put all the corpses of the underground girls into the infinite space where the bell around the waist was, and left the temple

same place.

……

It wasn't until Shiratori left for a long time and moved to the window that the rising sun was about to shine on Frozen Tongmo's head, a pink-haired ghost appeared nearby.

"Tsk," Yi Wozuo frowned, folded his arms and looked at the frozen bulk head and bulk body, "Do you want to burn it clean before lifting the vampire spell?"

He knew that his colleague, who was not even a good friend, was abnormal in his head, but it seemed that it was not just a problem of abnormality after seeing him for a long time.

"Your Majesty Yiwozuo~ Please help me——QWQ"

The ice that froze the grinding head melted a little after encountering sunlight, but this was clearly not enough for him to escape successfully.

Seeing the body that was about to be burned under the ice by the sun, even he couldn't help panicking at this moment.

"Help you? Yes."

Yi Wozuo raised half of his eyebrows, stepped forward, and kicked unceremoniously.

Kicked Tong Mo from the sun to the wall in the shadow, with afterimages.

"How long are you going to play?" Seeing that Tong Mo's body was still frozen, the pink-haired ghost walked up and kicked the head embedded in the wall several times with bare feet. , "Master Wuyou is going to hold a winding meeting, quickly undo your blood ghost technique and fight hard to follow me."

"No, Your Excellency Yiwozuo, my blood ghost technique seems to be..."

"?"

"Unavailable."

"Huh!? Are you kidding me?"

Yi Wozuo heard that the sole of his foot slipped, and stepped Tong Motou into the wall a little more.

"No kidding... Pain pain pain, be gentle, Yi Wo Zuo Ge..."

"Shut up, don't talk to me in such a disgusting tone."

The pink-haired ghost realized that his companion was not joking, and gradually understood the seriousness of the matter. He walked to another part of his body that was completely frozen, looked carefully, and murmured:

"Who knows how to solve your blood ghost technique? It seems that you can only ask Lord Wuyou... No, it's too much trouble for that one. Otherwise, it would be pretty good to be frozen like this, at least there will be one less annoying guy .”

"No, QAQ Yi Wo Zuo Pavilion..."

"It's just," Yi Wozuo turned his head impatiently interrupting the sticky crying, "Is your current situation really the result of that human woman whom the lord pays close attention to recently?"

"Yes, the one who would do such an unreasonable thing to me is that bad boy..." Tong Motou managed to squeeze out a little from the wall, and said with tears, "But you can't blame the little boy with such a cute smile. Shiratori, it’s all about His Majesty Yiwoza’s fault…”

"Blame me?"

"If Your Excellency Yiwozuo hadn't been so timid and was willing to join hands with me to teach that misbehaving child a lesson, I wouldn't have been beaten like this..."

The loud sound of the wall shattering.

Yi Wozuo, with veins popping out of his forehead, maintained the posture of crossing his arms, skillfully raised one foot, and stomped Tong Mo's head deeper into the wall.

"I've said it all, I won't fight women."

"I know! It's too much! If this goes on, I really can't get my head out, Your Excellency Yiwozuo!"

"Who cares about you."

……

……

【Human disqualification】

[Function: Deprive the ghost party of the blood ghost technique and obtain the right to use it temporarily. 】

[Side effects: temporarily]

The girl was about to write down the following content on a piece of paper when someone knocked on the door.

"Master Tianzhu, my lord asked me to remind you to go to the mansion to attend the Zhuhe meeting."

It was clearly daytime, and the curtains were drawn tightly.

Under the flickering candlelight, the girl with feathered weaving in the shape of wings and flying birds and clouds at the end put down the pen in her hand and stood up slowly.

"understood."

As she spoke, she pulled up the mask hanging on her chin.

Carefully block the extra sharp canine teeth in the mouth.