As we all know, winding zero is a human being

Although he was able to violate the law of energy conservation by relying only on breathing, sleep, and returning blood in the deep mountains and old forests, and even though Zero vowed that he could persuade Heishi Mou to let him go free for a period of time, Tokito Ichiro still refused his invitation to go shopping in the city An invitation to visit.

Even if he can bear it, it is still unavoidable to go to the bustling and noisy city where small bread is gathered, and watching Zero teach himself to make himself small and short, Tokito Ichiro is more convinced that Zero definitely has that something serious illness.

After adjusting the position of the bow tie, Zero was also very troubled by his long hair that was cut like a leek.

He looked at the young boy Yilang and just smiled: "This, this is called not forgetting the original heart."

It was Shi Tou Ichiro who thought it should be premeditated.

For Zero, he still likes the small dress he once wore, but he changed into traditional clothes later to fit in with the group.

Hey, did the strange synchronization increase again?

Adjusting the age also has a small probability of avoiding the embarrassment of being rushed out of the game halfway through the game, chasing three and a half streets with a knife. Ling Huan had already figured out which places he should go to when he returned to Tokyo early in the morning.

Speaking of which, the vending machine that sold coffee last time seemed to be a good choice. Whether it is coffee or the vending machine at this time, it is worth him to try it!

As the crowds entered the city, he had already relaxed his tense body and gradually adapted to the surrounding environment. Sure enough, the night in Tokyo would not make people feel lonely.

Under the flickering neon lights, he cupped his face as the bitter-smelling liquid dripped into the bottom of the cup from the humming machine.

Over the past few years, this city that never sleeps seems to have not changed at all, but some things are moving forward with each passing day.

There is an extra round table and chairs beside the coffee vending machine, and even a parasol is folded and standing aside.

When the coffee in the cup reached a temperature suitable for drinking, Zero cautiously stuck out the tip of his tongue to taste it.

Bitter, but probably because it's liquid, that's not to the point of being unpalatable.

It's not that he didn't try normal food during this period, but obviously, there is a sad story in it.

Zero can swear that if you have the opportunity to become a ghost, it will be better to be so hungry than to confidently try the food you once loved.

He almost has an indelible psychological shadow on his favorite dishes.

It was cheap and placed on the street, and the syrup in the instant coffee machine seemed to have run out, and the bitter taste made him almost unable to tell whether it was the taste of the cup of coffee itself or because of his current taste.

This question is meaningless but serves as a way to pass the time, sipping coffee every single sip, dangling legs like a child.

And his flickering eyes stopped when he turned a certain street corner.

Hey, he said, this Tokyo is definitely the studio with the most cameras and the most likely to meet acquaintances.

Golden red and cherry pink gradient green are actually not very common hair colors, that one is very white and big ah no - she is very shy but very open to a certain extent, he does not know the girl, but the other young swordsman But his old acquaintance.

It wasn't Purgatory Makijuro, it should be his nephew.

It is most likely to be a son, so Mr. Makijuro has finally retired after being stable and passed on the mantle?

The observation skills of the swordsmen are all sensitive, just like Yoshiyuki Sato could turn his head because of a premonition when he noticed them 800 meters away. Even with just a glance, the two swordsmen noticed the existence of Zero.

——Look over here, look over here, these piercing eyes and raised forked eyebrows are indeed from the Purgatory family!

Coincidentally, some bird cooed two or three times in a remote area where the ecological environment was still recognized. He subconsciously looked over and realized with a smile that it happened to be an innocent owl that came out to hunt peacefully at night.

The hairstyle of Purgatory Swordsman cannot be said to have nothing to do with this, it can only be said to be exactly the same.

Relying on his excellent hearing, Zero also discovered that the two of them were still masters and apprentices.

In their conversation, the purgatory swordsman and the girl seemed to be waiting for someone, and all the ghost killing team members were old fritters with hidden knives. There were feathers covering the words on the back of the team uniform, so they looked like It's more like a break for two young students after class.

People who passed by did not know them, but most of them gave reserved and gentle smiles.

And until the coffee in the cup was finished, the weird taste remained in his throat. Zero was a little surprised and a little relieved—in short, he was very troubled to find that they didn't notice anything wrong with him.

So the reason why he hasn't clocked in to experience vampirism for a long time is because he focuses all his abilities on concealment and physical power?

He has never seen himself in the hunting moment—how can he look in the mirror when he is demented—Zero always feels that his experience card does not give him any sense of experience in appearance.

Speaking of which, if he can stick to the bottom line and not touch these little buns that are unconsciously available under his nose, can he still be regarded as a human being in this way?

A ghost is just a human being suffering from a certain disease, and this disease has now found a cure. As for the things that are added to this word and have no clue and cannot be resolved, how to get rid of them?

It would be great if nothing happened from the beginning. If I could have been there and stopped it from the moment he picked up the knife, wouldn't there be no such troubles behind?

The small knife for cutting medicinal herbs has become a murder weapon and cut off the situation that could be saved at first. If it was still early and the doctor had not died and found the blue Higan flower, Gui Wu Tsuji would not refuse to turn back into a human like he is now.

Human beings are all on the road to extinction since birth, and after experiencing nearly eternal life for thousands of years, ghosts who escape death will naturally choose to continue to escape.

Thinking of this, seeing that the two of them didn't notice his existence, after drinking the coffee and throwing the cup into the trash can with environmental awareness, Zero just patted his butt and left this place of right and wrong.

The two young men waiting on the street corner finally met their belated companion after this. It was a young man covered with black and white striped feathers. His short black hair revealed golden and green eyes. Not the same color.

His eyes didn't fall directly on the girl to hide it, and he seemed to pause because of a hissing sound when he walked up to the purgatory swordsman.

He made a muffled voice from under the bandage, and a white snake with red eyes poked its head out from between his collar: "What's the matter? Kabamaru said there was a strange smell nearby, as if there was a ghost exist."

The girl with cherry mochi-colored hair gasped, and the twin ponytail braids behind her became excited: "Eh, eh?! But Mr. Iguro——Mr. Purgatory and I didn't notice it at all?"

She thought, obviously she and Mr. Purgatory are two pole swordsmen, and they are still humiliating in front of Mr. Yi Hei...

"Hmm, this is really depressing news." Having said that, the swordsman of the purgatory family still looked at the young man with energetic eyes. His eyes made Iguro feel too enthusiastic and had to avoid them, " So where is the smell coming from?"

Yi Hei pointed them in a direction: "Over there.

Naturally, Zero had long since disappeared from the bench next to the coffee machine.

"Hey-"

The somewhat unusual sound made by the girl made his heart tighten.

"……What's wrong?"

Ah, the tone of the interrogative sentence is still so unremarkable, as expected, Yihei looked at Yan Zhu, who is also regarded as a senior in this generation, first showing a look of sudden understanding: "Mmm! I understand, no wonder—Miss Miri !"

The girl whose name was called was blushing, and after she came to her senses, she also showed the same expression, and said to Purgatory Swordsman lively and lively: "Yes! Mr. Purgatory!"

"Hmm! I didn't expect that we didn't notice it right in front of us!"

"Yeah...Wow, I really didn't expect it, it looks like a child!"

Watching the interaction between the two, Yi Hei, who was a step late, gritted his teeth under the bandage.

But Mr. Purgatory is just the guide of Ms. Miri, and Lianzhu was once Yanzhu's stepson. Everyone in the team knows this.

And the same, it is also well known that their intimacy comes from the seniors and the juniors, not like the gaze that Fengzhu silently poured into the butterfly house.

Ah, the latter one can be regarded as he didn't say - because of the existence of Xiaodiwan, he can look for the existence of ghosts with the nature of animals, and for the hidden troops who occasionally have leisure in their rear, they chat like normal life, Yi Mr. Hei is the one with the most information.

Although, this doesn't mean that Yi Hei can't express his opinion on their intimacy, even though Purgatory Swordsman's father is the one who saved him from his once rotten family.

When he thought so, Ms. Miri looked at him suspiciously, with pure worry in her eyes: "En? Since just now, why hasn't Mr. Yiguo spoken?"

Yi Hei shook his head: "It's nothing."

The girl withdrew her eyes half understandingly: "Then why is Mr. Yihe late?"

"Tsk, there's something wrong with Asakusa. Although nothing was found, it's still very concerning."

How about changing the name next time, Iguro thought while answering, Miss Mitsuri seems to be a good name.

And Mr. Yihe, who belongs to him, does not need to change.

Zero, who had gone a step earlier, didn't know that someone had noticed his existence, and he was following him even though he felt that he hadn't been exposed yet.

The ghost boy named Yushiro with short blue hair walked around ignorantly, with a straight face all the time, he didn't know how many grudges he had to bear, and he always looked like a stuffy and boring little guy.

Tokyo still has a large area of ​​old mansions, and the streets covered with colorful lights are incompatible with Western-style buildings, and the winding alleys often make it impossible for the street lights standing on the main roads to extend the light.

Ling Xin thought that Miss Zhushi and Yushiro's young minds are really generous. Living in the same city with the ancestor of ghosts, isn't it really afraid that they will suddenly meet each other one night?

Or—did they originally want to maintain such a close distance to start some kind of plan?

But judging from Hei Si Mou's attitude, they are definitely traitors who have been ordered to be eliminated.

There are always some places in the deeply hidden buildings that have been planned and left as open spaces, which is really rare in this area that has already begun to have a lot of land and gold.

As soon as he thought this way, Zero realized that Yushiro stopped in front of this clearing.

This time, when he saw him using the spell, he sensed the flow of power very well, and Zero nodded. It turns out that blood ghost art is also a traceable and reasonable thing.

The red silk thread floating in the air dispersed layer by layer in a very short time, and when the power completely returned to Yushiro's body, the open space in front of him also revealed its true appearance in an instant.

Yushiro stepped in and disappeared into the walls surrounding the open space. After watching for a while, Zero was about to leave contentedly after mastering their base, the exclamation he heard under the blessing of his excellent hearing did not surprise him. Stopped the pace.

For some unknown reason, Tanjiro, who appeared here unexpectedly, poked his head out of the wall, and when he saw his figure, his expression became confused and seemed a little weird.

"This smell, this smell—"

"It seems to be Mr. Zero...huh?"