The ceiling of combat power is actually myself

Winding session.

A man in a black kimono appeared on the high level steps above the heads of the crowd, and his long black curly hair was tied up with a headband in a haphazard manner on his left shoulder.

The red pupils are cold and full of displeasure, and they are looking at it with a condescending bird's-eye view.

——Ghost dance Tsuji no misery.

This king of all ghosts, who has disappeared for hundreds of years since he was severely injured by the Rihu swordsman in the Warring States Period, appeared in front of the crowd.

"Master Wu Mi—"

The shangxians of different shapes saw the visitor, and they respectfully surrendered to the ground with knowledge and interest.

Originally, he was reluctant to grab the chattering and smiling Yiwozuo with his head, but at this moment, he even threw the Tongmo...head in his hand and casually threw it aside.

"Did you fail?"

"..."

His fierce eyes lightly swept over the quiet ghosts with their heads down.

Oni Wu Tsuji Wuyou didn't pay much attention to the other healthy wounded ghosts, but focused on the half-frozen grain, which seemed a bit nondescript and obviously lost its ghost face.

"Also deprived of vampire skills?"

Tong Mo, who had already suppressed his smile, was even more disturbed when he heard the words that Ki Wu Tsuji added after Ki Wu Tsuji seemed to be asking questions, but in fact they were wanton terror and coercion.

"Ah, my lord, in fact, I..."

"waste!!!"

The words subconsciously wanted to obey a certain order were cut off by the sudden attack.

Brain and blood scattered flying swords.

Immediately, the head of Shangxian No. [-] exploded in front of the other Shangxian ghosts who were kneeling on the ground like a watermelon chilled by well water.

"!!"

"!"

Rao Yi Wozuo, who didn't have a good impression of Tong Mo on weekdays, also twitched the corners of his mouth. Even if he didn't lose his etiquette and turned his head to look at the scene around him, he knew it was a terrible scene.

Because the special-colored eyeball engraved with the second was like a marble played with a child, and it just rolled to his feet like that.

Only the violent shaking of the eyeballs barely indicated the fact that the other party was not dead.

……

My steps suddenly stopped.

Looking at the disappearing road signs on the soles of his feet, he poked the system in doubt and asked:

"What's going on here? Your WiFi is down?"

System: Hiss.There's something wrong with Tong Mo's connection, you probably won't be able to run to the base camp to tear the ghost king by hand.

I:? ?

Isn't it sir?

Do you want to whet my appetite that much?

My head was dyed and my nails were also done. You finally told me that's it?

"Give you a bad review! What the hell happened?"

While talking, I cut out the surveillance screen again.

I glanced around and found that I was in a cloud-shrouded mountain at this time.

So he climbed up the tallest tree with his feet, and hid his body in the shade of the tree that was not exposed to the sun.

Fortunately, there is thick fog and a lot of water vapor in the mountains, even in the daytime with the current incomplete ghost state, it is not unbearable.

Looking at the screen again, I saw that the picture that was originally clearly monitoring the strange room became blurred and covered with snowflakes.

Like when I was shooting an old TV, I managed to slap the light screen a few times to barely stabilize the picture quality and see the scene clearly again.

However, after seeing it clearly, I couldn't help being stunned.

I swear that anyone who accidentally clicks on a medical student's autopsy video will definitely feel the same way as I do now——

The ground is covered with broken skulls and ice slags, the blood staining the floor red and the unidentified rolling eyeballs on the ground...

When I was a little nauseated, the system quickly added a shady cover like a small broken station for me.

His hand also sank.

Looking down, there was a cup of warm chocolate milk in the palm of his hand that was fainting.

Well, it was the last time I mentioned a nice drink.

"Are you okay?"

It was rare for the system to have no unscrupulous voices, and his tone was so gentle and caring that it almost didn't look like his character.

"It's okay if we don't go, and the ghost king doesn't have to wait for Shiratori to solve it."

"No, I wasn't frightened," I said, blowing off the hot air and carefully sipping the side of the glass, "I mean, I don't know why, but just now, for a moment, I felt sorry for Tong Mo ..."

"Ah."

The system simply responded without expressing its own opinion.

In fact, he also saw that scene just now, and even because of the wider perspective of God, he knew it better than Shiratori.

He understood that Oni Wu Tsuji was not angry that Tong Mo hadn't completed his mission and brought Shiratori to the Oni's camp.

——And it was entirely because, at that time, when facing the girl's threatening words, the ghost king, who had been traumatized both physically and mentally, once again relived through Tong Mo's eyes what he had learned from a certain swordsman hundreds of years ago. The feeling of fear and powerlessness, of being crushed into dust and dirt.

To put it bluntly, it is venting anger.

Terrified, unable to rage and have nowhere to vent.

All this restlessness and resentment can only be imposed on the subordinate who has not completed the task—that is, Tong Mo.

"However, think about the expressions of so many dead girls, and the husbands and parents who claimed them," Shiratori said suddenly, pressing the rim of the cup of hot chocolate milk to his cheeks to keep warm, "Instead It was my relatives who were treated, played with, and eaten up like this, and suddenly felt that Tong Mo had nothing to sympathize with."

"..."

System: "Perhaps this is because the wicked have their own grind."

Me: "Yes."

We: "Oh..."

The system and I sighed together.

In short, the current situation is because Tong Mo has now been shaved to the size of an eyeball by Boss Scrap (the nickname he heard from the system).

So the connection between me and him is even thinner.

In addition, the Trick City (I took the name of Ghost Nest randomly) has hidden blood ghost art asylum, so the possibility of navigating there to kill the ghost king is completely lost.

Should it be said that Ghost Dance Tsuji Wu Mi was expected or was it a coincidence?

Who would have thought that he would cut Tong Mo, my subordinate who can be said to be my eyeliner, into pieces like a magician and a script in his hand.

System: "No, he's just unexpectedly talented in 'gou'."

I:"?"

Even so, I wasn't depressed for long.

Because when I was sitting high on the tree branch, a jay flew past several kilometers away from me.

Me: I rely on it.

When did my eyesight become so rough?

Although it was already amazing because of the blessing of divine power before.

but now……

It’s not a matter of good eyesight anymore, is it?

I was amazed at the double buff brought to me by the ghost physique. Some eyes felt that I was going further and further on the road of non-ordinary humans, but I didn't forget to capture the Huadian.

Me: Isn't that the crow that often communicates with the lord and Mrs. Tianyin?

System: Did something happen?

Indeed, I looked at that very anxious.

So he was unambiguous at the moment, and turned his head to look in the general direction where the crow was galloping.

Thanks to the blessing of adding buffs to buffs now, at the end of the fog beyond the mountain, in a certain simple and broken house, inside the open gate——

Mrs. Tianyin knelt in front of the two with a face full of anxiety, which was rare.

And, whether it's the structure of the house or the two teenagers who can be seen as twins lying on the almost dried blood, they are all dilapidated and horrible.

After a few seconds.

The tail end is a bird's wing, and a corner of the bird's cloud-like feather weaving quietly appears in the vision of Miyashiki Amane, who is a little bit anxious and waiting for rescue.

"Miss Shiratori...?"

He let out a sigh of relief, but looked at the other boy who had died long ago that Toki Tomuichiro was holding tightly in his palm, and he couldn't break it no matter what...

Knowing that even Tianzhu's "Heaven's Breath" could not revive the dead, Mrs. Ubayashiki's eyes darkened for a moment.

"Don't worry, just leave it to me."

The girl with a calm expression nodded towards the woman, signaling the latter to avoid it temporarily.

"I see."

Miss Tianzhu... As expected, she is very reassuring no matter what.

Thinking of this, Amayashiki Amane, who leaned slightly behind her, retreated outside the house along with the people who came with her.

"leave me alone……"

"Please...first, save...my brother..."

When the white light shrouded and the girl's palm touched the black-haired boy who was still alive——

Perhaps it was because [Please Don't Die] took effect very quickly, and he had just regained a little consciousness, and as if he had exhausted all his strength, he reluctantly pulled the white feathers dragged by Shiratori on the ground.

The clean and white wings were already stained with the filth of the floor, and with the blood on the young man's palm, they became even more filthy.

But the girl obviously didn't care, and continued to heal until the boy's blue eyes turned into confusion, and eventually he lost consciousness due to exhaustion.

……

I listened to the low-pitched conversation outside the house, and sat on the dirty wooden floor with my arms folded. After thinking about it, I raised my hand and wiped away a teardrop still hanging from the corner of the boy's eyes who had fallen asleep soundly out of danger.

My mind is still circling, during the healing period, the boy kept begging me over and over again to save his dead brother first.

Even now, my hand is still tightly holding my brother's hand that cannot be separated.

Must be someone very important.

"I'm sorry," I murmured, "Even I can't let your most important..."

Oh, no wait?

buff...buff?

If the previous me couldn’t resurrect the dead with [Please Don’t Die], what about the me who temporarily exists in the form of a ghost after becoming stronger?

Maybe it will work!

Thinking about it, I stretched out my hand to the top of the elder brother's head, until the white light of judgment suddenly appeared, and my stopped heart started beating again inconceivably...

It turns out that "uncommon" is not always a bad thing sometimes.

——Can't help but think so.