As we all know, winding zero is a human being

"Mr. Samurai, are you all right?"

Ah Xiang limped, clutching his wound and timidly ran over and grabbed the hem of his clothes.

"Ah Xiang, you are so hurt..."

The water column of the ghost killing team led several swordsmen to slowly surround them, but when Ling looked down, the little girl was pulling the hem of her clothes with a little force, as if she was leaning her whole body towards him.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, but when you see that the hem of Ah Xiang's clothes has been soaked in a large area by the oozing blood, she can't even stand still.

He just gave her a slight push to avoid being hurt by the ghost, why did she still fall so hard by herself? !

"Yes, it seems to be a bit painful..." After the alarm was lifted, Ah Xiang couldn't hold back the surging pain, "Wow——I seem to have hurt my knee!"

Wearing light summer clothes, and the river beach is full of gravel, Ling didn't care about the trouble caused by the ghost, and asked the swordsmen of the ghost killing team with a frown: "Is there anyone here to help?" ?”

The next question I wanted to continue was unable to be uttered. Young swordsmen, look at me and look at you. In the end, Shuizhu said: "Well, Sachiko, go and help the girl back up?"

The only female swordsman in the team nodded, walked over and squatted down.

Ah Xiang held her shoulders and wanted to be stronger: "Eh? I can still—"

Zero helped her up with a cold face: "No, you can't."

Holding back a lot of words, she looked over with wet eyes, lying on the back of the female swordsman named Sachiko from the Ghost Killing Squad, Ah Xiang also knew that the current situation was chaotic and she was the one everyone was concerned about, she thought After a long time, he said weakly, "Why do you think Mr. Samurai is a ghost?"

"Although he's a bit unreliable, a little bit artistic, and always disregarding people's ideas, touching people's hair and pinching people's faces—but Mr. Samurai is a good guy!"

Zero saw several swordsmen of the Ghost Slayer Squad, and watched his expression slowly turn from defensive to shocked.

Those pairs of eyes read exactly the same: What a shameless pervert!

Seeing the little girl wink at him with her watery eyes, Ling really wanted to slide on her knees and kneel for her.

Thank you Ah Xiang, thank you very much.

Will he be persecuted by the little girl's mouth after Tong Mo? !

He really wanted to dispel their doubts about him, but he didn't want to turn from a ghost into crumbs!

Sachiko, who was carrying Ah Xiang behind her back, saw his expression was not quite right: "Ghosts are not the kind of things in legends. They eat people and only come out at night."

She seemed to think of something again: "The ghosts we killed just now seemed to be heading towards them after the wind direction changed. Could it be—Master Shuizhu, this child is very likely to be thin-blooded!"

"Yeah." Shui Zhu nodded succinctly, "Although I can't confirm it, just in case, give her a sachet."

Even though the little girl made a fuss and lightened the defense of the Ghost Killing Team, Zero still couldn't get rid of the blame directly.

Also, if they are so good at fooling around, how can they be entangled with Ghost Mai Tsuji for thousands of years.

Even though he really didn't want to let him enter the city, the members of the Ghost Killing Team couldn't let Ah Xiang's injured knee go unnoticed. It seemed like a little girl who had discovered something was holding the peach blossom mask in her arms, When he was sent away to ask alone, he shook his head frequently and didn't know what to ask, and it was not easy for Shuizhu from the Ghost Killing Team to go into battle in person.

In the end, after a stalemate, Zero proposed to find an open-air noodle restaurant near the city wall. He paid a few copper coins and placed the order with great pain: "I want seven bowls of soy sauce noodle soup—two with char siew."

"Okay." The shopkeeper inadvertently raised his eyes when he was preparing the meal, seeing their posture, his hands were a little nervous, "My guest, can I take a step to talk?"

"Huh?" Zero was a little confused, but followed him to the back of the booth two or three steps away.

During that time, the young Shui Zhu kept his gaze fixed on him, and the guard, who had been slightly relaxed by the food, lifted it up again.

"I said, is the customer in some trouble?" The shopkeeper gestured with a stern look on his face, "He brought a knife when he came to eat noodles. Could it be that the customer was picked on by them?!"

"...Don't think too much, ah yes, don't put green onions in a bowl of char siew."

Water column: "..."

Even if Zero said so, the shopkeeper with a sense of justice would always cast his eyes frequently, making Shuizhu, who had completely heard their conversation, look at the noodles in front of him, flipped his chopsticks, and hesitated to speak.

"I won't ask the shopkeeper to add laxatives to it, right?" Ling took a bite of the char siu and drank the soup. Seeing that they still didn't move their chopsticks, he had to stop, "If you don't eat noodles, you will be lumpy. Don't waste food!"

"...You really don't seem to be a ghost?" Shui Zhu was also puzzled, but the upper string shouted from the mouth of Xia Xiansan, who belonged to Twelve Ghost Moon, made them so vigilant, "Even so, why? , he will suddenly come to you for help?"

Ling bit his chopsticks and was sincerely depressed: "Who knows, the surname I have used for so long suddenly has such a strange meaning, the victim is me!"

I used to think that this was the unique bond between his young master and him, but after knowing that there are twelve ghost moons, what did he think and how angry he was, okay?

Shui Zhu, who looked quite serious, put forward an unreliable suggestion with a serious expression: "Well, I suggest changing it."

Zero glanced at him: "What happened here, do you want to report it when you go back?"

"Of course." Shui Zhu nodded, although he didn't know why he asked such a question, he still gave an answer.

"...Then there is no need for that."

The lord of this generation who wanted to give birth to Yushiki would not let go of the news. After hundreds of years, I don't know if he will ask him to settle the account for the past. He is now in front of this water column. When the water column returns, will his vest be overturned?

It's really a good plan, Ghost Dance Tsuji, don't tell him that you named Twelve Ghost Moon, and this calculation is in it.

Ah Xiang, who had been silently slurping the noodles, raised her hand: "Well, can I go home after dinner?"

The wound was cleaned by the river beach, and the swordsman who carried medicine and bandages treated the wound for him. The honest little girl also came to her own judgment.

She never mentioned what happened to the Bliss Cult of the World: "Mr. Samurai, can you continue to travel and do business with us?"

Ling raised his head and raised his eyebrows, but he didn't forget how Ah Xiang hurt him before: "I won't go back with you, seeing that the owner of Shiwu is your uncle and not mine, in case he sneaks you out these two days What if the matter of playing is on my head?"

"Here, haha—" the little girl laughed dryly, and then asked in a worried tone: "Then where are you going?"

"Hmm—good question." Zero pretended to be calculating, "Stay here for a couple of days, and maybe go to Edo Castle—the upper capital is also possible. Speaking of which, I'm also from Kyoto, and I haven't been back for a long time. .”

This is not a lie, if the Wan Shi Bliss School hadn't bumped into him halfway, this route would also be part of his plan.

Ah Xiang was absent-minded and didn't know if she had listened: "Then, that's good."

Looking at her expression, Zero probably guessed that she probably also saw that there was a problem with the Bliss Cult.

It's a waste of time for him to remind the little girl.

Shui Zhu watched their interaction, pondered for a long time and said, "In this case, maybe this is really a misunderstanding."

Zero quickly turned around: "The misunderstanding is resolved, can you reimburse me for this meal?"

The wool produced by Yushiki's family is not white or white.

Shui Zhu: "... yes."

Hearing what he said, Ling immediately waved to the shopkeeper again: "Give everyone another portion of char siew and eggs! Mmm! The two portions added before will also be added!"

"I can't eat..." Ah Xiang just wanted to refuse, but he covered her mouth again.

Zero kindly brought the additional dish in front of the little girl to his eyes, and looked at her with a smile: "No, I can eat it."

Let him count how many times he has experienced the age of sixteen or seventeen?At the age of sixteen or seventeen, he wants to grow his body, and he is not full at all!

Shui Zhu was amazed: "...so why not order more dishes in the first place?"

"Huh? It's not that I thought I was going to pay the bill earlier." Zero sighed sincerely: "Poor!"

Ah... the blue Bana flower is looking for, and there is no movement at Tong Mo, why is his life so difficult.

Counting one, two, three with his fingers, does he really want to continue spending time here?

To establish a good relationship with a ghost sincerely, he is still doing psychological construction, and the ruthless and emotionless setting thrown over him is poured down again.

Try, try, always try.

Now that we have to go back and establish a good relationship with him, thinking of the theory that he justifiably brought up in the previous confrontation with Master Tong Mo, Ling feels that it is not impossible to learn a thing or two.

The gift for the first meeting is indispensable, Yan Sheng handed him a painting anyway, and Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi...he gave him the whole of himself, is there any dissatisfaction!

After a meal, watching the shopkeeper clear away the tableware and staring at their shopkeeper from the corner of the eye, the ghost killing team still has a lot of honest people, Shui Zhu took out his wallet to pay, and then glanced at his saber: "Are you also a swordsman?"

After asking, he asked himself and answered again: "Yes, you also blocked a few attacks from that ghost."

Seeing him say this, Zero raised his eyebrows: "Why? Not like it?"

Shui Zhu shook his head and said as if affirming his strength: "Are you interested in joining the Ghost Killing Squad?"

"...Sorry, I'm really not interested in this."

Originally, he just casually mentioned the idea of ​​adding some new forces to the Ghost Killing Squad, but Ling shook his head very quickly, which aroused Shui Zhu's curiosity.

"Your saber is a bit worn out. If you join the Ghost Killing Squad, we will prepare a new saber and activity funds for you?"

She raised her bulging wallet that had not been confiscated at him, but Shui Zhu's calm tone always seemed to be full of temptation: "The salary of the Ghost Killing Squad is very high."

Zero felt that his view of the water column in front of him as an honest man might be a bit wrong.

He's obviously very good at tempting!

Facing the water column that was still waiting for his response, he raised his head and looked at the night that had not yet dawned.

Ling suddenly smiled at Shui Zhu: "I still have my own work to do, and we are friends who met by chance and had this meal, are you going to introduce me to a job?"

Picking up the still warm barley tea at hand, Zero picked it up and drank it slowly.

"We are not all the way."