As we all know, winding zero is a human being

"look at me."

That voice was deep and hoarse, and something magnificent was fully in full bloom in those plum red eyes.

Surrounded by the wantonness of the green grass, the decay of dead leaves lingers in the suppressed panting.

The deep forest in the shade is darker than the color of the night, entangled with the fireflies born in decay and death, swaying and emitting a faint halo.

The venomous snake that has always been a carnivorous snake mistook the beautiful and fragile thing as its prey, and the flower buds that refused to open were dyed with a faint pink color, and were tightly entangled, and only slightly opened a petal. A little bit of fragrance exudes from the bottom.

Then the broken flower branch fell into the dust.

"Tsuji, Master Tsujiya..."

The name that was shouted unconsciously was blocked by the owner of the name again, tightly pulling the thin blade of grass, suddenly returning to his senses, Ling pressed his throat and clenched his teeth, and did not utter any broken words.

Time seems to be moving forward at its own flow speed as he expected, but from his perception, it passes very slowly.

Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi should not have noticed it, otherwise how could he allow the tiny light and shadow to gradually spread towards the dark corners.

Under the shade of the tree, Ling lowered his eyes and adjusted the way he sat to be more comfortable, and the breathing rhythm that was left behind was slowly picked up.

It is more gentle and not as clear as moonlight but piercing. One step earlier, it seems that the power of the sun spreads from his blood and bones.

"...no misery."

His overly submissive posture didn't make Wu Mi realize that there seemed to be something wrong with his address.

"The reason I'm here—"

The low-browed, pleasing-eyed servant's tone was bright but a little erratic. Onimai Tsuji Muchan stopped for a while as he straightened his clothes, and he patiently waited for the next conversation that seemed to him to be unimpeded.

"...Let's save the whole suspense for the next chapter—"

Ghost Dance Tsuji Wucan: "...?"

Is there any sequelae that can be stronger than Kagura, the god of fire?

The familiar steps were reflected in the eyes of Guiwu Tsuji, and the things that seemed to make him feel a little bit beautiful in the past made him unable to laugh at all when the incident happened suddenly.

That body, which seemed to be under his firm control, was gradually moving away from his field of vision with an inexplicable premonition?

"how dare you--?!"

Of course he dared.

Grabbing the saber that he had been waiting for for a long time and a bag of things that had fallen nearby and did not know what it contained, Zero's footsteps stumbled a bit at first, but then became firm again.

After he plunged into the wilderness, everything seemed to quiet down.

"Where are you headed?!"

The voice was so far away that it was almost inaudible, with a somewhat exasperated and unbelievable vibrato, because the rising sun pierced the clouds, and after regaining consciousness, Gui Wu Tsuji Wumai was forced to retreat step by step, retreating into the shadow of the mountain In the shadows.

Proud and warm, only half-revealed on the horizon, and able to laugh at his incompetence to his heart's content.

Zero didn't look back, he ran towards the boundless wilderness, facing the rising sun, until the mountains behind him were almost invisible.

Gasping for breath, he leaned against a rock by the river beach, his heart still pounding.

He didn't have time to tidy up his current bad state, as if he was completing some ritual, he poured out all the things in the tightly clenched bag on his hands.

Although his hand was not stable, one fell to the ground, but he picked it up and brought it back.

"It's candied fruit." Zero was a little distressed, shook his head and stuffed them all into his mouth and began to chew.

He's just an emotionless chewing machine now.

"Hiss—so sour."

Ordinary traders certainly don't have so much spare money to add precious white sugar, and this is not how to eat candied fruit made from refreshing green plums.

With the sour to bitter candied fruit in his mouth, he swallowed them all together with great restraint.

Zero clapped his hands and shook off the sticky sugar grains that should be complained about fraud.

"Okay, Master Tsujiya, my promise has been fulfilled."

Staring at the stream flowing in front of him, his eyes suddenly froze in one place.

"Ah, what is this?"

The familiar flame tattoo was reflected on his forehead in the water.

He reached out and touched it.

It's okay, it doesn't hurt.

Just a little hot.

Before Ling directly connected the sudden appearance of the tattoo on his body with the so-called markings, he relaxed his body all of a sudden, and he only felt protests everywhere on his body.

His face was scratched, and the corners of his mouth were red—fortunately, he could heal and not lose his appearance.

He was forced to run for more than an hour and fell bruises and bruises - he will complain to Yiya Shiki after he returns!

This should be considered a work-related injury, right?

The plan of the Ghost Killing Team was logically successful.

For hundreds of years, he had hidden himself in the crowd in a tepid manner. The ancestor of the ghosts, who had no interest in them and the ghost slaying team, turned his offensive and began to actively chase and kill the swordsmen who belonged to the ghost slaying team.

Although the number of swordsmen who survived the confrontation with Oni Wu Tsuji Mumi cannot be described as pitifully small, this is an indispensable first step in the plan.

In the past two years, it was easier for them to grasp the traces of Oni Wu Tsuji.

"This thing is called stripes... It's nothing, it will be activated when your ability reaches a certain level."

Faced with Shi Touman, who has already resigned from office and returned home to become the head of the family, but still always rushing to his side, Ling had no choice but to be half-deceived and fooled the young man who returned to normal life.

Naturally, Shi Touman was not so easy to believe. He stared at the markings carefully for a long time: "——It's very similar to Mr. Yuanyi."

"Ah, Yan Sheng's stripes are similar. I guess breathing and blood relationship will affect the pattern of stripes."

"So, I should also be able to open such markings?"

"...It's better not to." Zero solemnly patted the shoulder of his unknown brother, and said loudly: "It's not so easy for that guy who gave birth to Moji Yashiki to let you go, don't you still Do you want to go back to work under the black-hearted boss?"

Shi Touman: "?"

He remembered that their topic didn't seem to be the same at first.

And, is it really appropriate for them to discuss the Lord Master like this here?

Seeing that there was still doubt in his eyes, Ling lazily sat back on the reclining chair placed in the courtyard and turned over.

After returning to the team, he realized that during this period of time, he was not the only one who suddenly had tattoos on his body.

The stronger the swordsman's ability, the easier it is to open the markings. This thing seems to be contagious. After a year, almost all the pillar-level swordsmen have different markings on their bodies.

If they go out together, it's really unlikely that they will be regarded as good people!

The markings are a good thing. Not only can this thing represent a person's success in the way of swordsmanship, but also their physical fitness can be further improved after owning and opening the markings.

So, the price, what is the price?

The price is that the swordsman who turns on the stripes will not live to be 25 years old.

After hearing the news and attending the funerals of the swordsmen of the Ghost Slayer Squad again and again, I didn’t hear any opinions from the other swordsmen with stripes on. The guy who came first under the moonlight was Ji Guoyan. win.

Seeing the figure of Yan Sheng walking into the courtyard with two jugs of wine, because some strange memories aroused, and some strange memories even brought up some not-so-good memories, Zero I really want to refuse the invitation of the young man who walked towards me with a complicated expression on his face.

But the system was already whistling in his ears, and it was not easy for him to kick people out because of his favorability.

Returning to normal work and rest, going to bed early and waking up late, it can be said that if there is a mobile phone wifi air conditioner, the current life is the life I most wanted to live.

So what went wrong?

"It seems that I seldom see you recently, Yan Sheng." The slender young swordsman just looked at the black and blue under his eyes, and recalled the teacher Yuanyi who met a few days ago, as if still It's the same as before without any change.

So is this the difference between having a wife at home?

Yan Sheng only briefly explained: "The task is heavy."

"I... can't help with that." Zero took the flagon he handed over, and had no choice but to find a stove to warm it up.

"Well, don't worry." Yan Sheng looked at the smile on his lips. Unlike Yuan Yi, the indifference in the eyes of the young swordsman who always put on a good-looking and outstanding face gradually softened. There are mirages under the moonlight.

"we all know--"

"Shh, tell me something, as long as you know it."

Obviously he is careful not to mention the topic that is now lingering in the ghost killing team, especially the column-level swordsmen, why does this guy step on the thunder when he comes here?

Ling just wanted to sigh, Ji Guoyan Sheng's chatting skills really haven't improved in these years?

Most of the time he lived in the headquarters of the Ghost Killing Squad, and he was nominally responsible for the security of the area near the headquarters. In fact, this was his protection, or in other words, a necessary containment for the ancestor of the ghosts?

As long as he is not captured by Oni Mai Tsuji who is estimated to be so angry that he has high blood pressure for a day, Ubuyashiki Yiya will be able to continuously plan the clues that the ancestor of Oni is now becoming more and more clear.

It was just earlier, around the beginning of the year, that the illness of Yiya Shiki, the obstetrician, could no longer allow him to make more arrangements, and his six-year-old child was also pushed into the eyes of the swordsmen.

At a young age, his heart was as dark as his father's.

Taking a sip of drink in front of the shadow under the moon, the moon and the shadow of the tree swayed in the seemingly still courtyard, Yan Sheng chatted slowly with him without saying a word: "The time left to us, the master, should be Not much anymore?"

"Look here." Ling put down the wine cup and pointed at his forehead angrily, "It's the same style, it's the same style, I'm only a month younger than you, Yan Sheng——"

He is not like Yan Sheng, who will always swallow the words that no one can stop him. Maybe this is the difference between him and the two brothers, Teacher Yuanyi...?

No, Teacher Yuanyi is not much better. Yan Sheng always distorts what he wants to say. Teacher Yuanyi has been with him for more than ten years, and he doesn't know how to take the initiative to tell his inner thoughts. The person you are facing.

...It's really thanks to Ms. Shi's talkative temperament. I guess they can heal, as long as Ms. Shi talks and Teacher Yuanyi nods at the side, right?

"..." Yan Sheng stared at his old expression inside and out for a while, then drank the contents of the shallow cup dumbly.

"Is there no place you want to go? Will you get tired of living here all the time?"

When Ji Guoyan Sheng said these words, what he recalled was the emotions that always lingered on Lizi.

He was a little focused on trying to find similar things from Zero, but his eyes were a little sore from staring at him, but he failed.

"Well—I might go back to my hometown with Teacher Yuanyi to take a look in two days." Zero winked at him, "You know—my lord is always worried about my safety."

First, he was bound to carry out the second task with the lives of all the swordsmen present at that time, and after that, he dragged his sick body and stood in his courtyard for a day and a night. A delicious bait identity to the end.

There is no right or wrong, just different positions.

Looking from his direction, Ubuyashiki Yiya really did a great job, and he can be regarded as the most benevolent to those who entrusted their hopes to him.

Jiguo Yansheng felt a little bit dumbfounded by the harsh sound of narrowness. He couldn't answer this question, so he had to find another content: "You always call Yuanyi your teacher?"

He didn't mean anything special, most of the Ghost Slayer team referred to Yuanyi as a senior, and he just wanted to ask why Zero always liked to use this title, which always showed a certain difference.

Originally, he was just sitting casually under the eaves, dangling the wine glass in his hand with one leg up, and looked at him with a lazy and slightly drunken expression.

Looking up and thinking about this question, he suddenly clapped his palms.

Seeing that Yan Sheng seemed to be attracted by the sudden sound, he tilted his head: "Does Teacher Yan Sheng feel that I treat you differently?"

Also, Ji Guo Yan Sheng, whose lifelong wish is to catch up with his younger brother, is also the teacher who taught him Yue Hu.

Thinking of this, he lightly toasted Yan Sheng who looked normal, but his eyes were a little frozen:

"Teacher Yan Sheng?"