As we all know, winding zero is a human being

The wooden clogs echoed dully on the wet flying stones.

With a calm expression on his face, Oni Wu Tsuji walked around the broken wall that seemed to be impossible to get on the table, and chose to walk in step by step from the stone steps of the main entrance.

The black robe has silver streaks, and the expensive material only has water marks on the edge of the robe corner.

He swept across his own figure one by one - Hei Si Mou's eyes were empty, and Yi Wo Zuo was still staring at the broken arm.

And after seeing Tong Mo, the well-hidden veins on Wupan's forehead twitched unwillingly.

Well, none of them worked.

"Gui An, Lord Wu Mi."

Throwing down the saber in his hand that had fulfilled his mission and passed away safely, Zero exchanged a suspicious silence with his unmistakable etiquette and ruthless salute.

The red umbrella tilted slightly above his head, and Zero looked up to see Ghost Mai Tsuji.

However, Onimai Tsuji, who walked up to him, reservedly did not want to meet his gaze, but turned his gaze to Yiwoza.

He seemed to know why and asked: "Are you here?"

"It's a bloody battle between Your Excellency Yi Wozuo and Your Excellency Zero!" Tong Mo raised his hand, and he answered Wu Mi's question very thoughtfully and motivated.

Of course Tong Mo dared not tell lies in front of Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi, but what he said later was actually what he really thought: "As expected of Mr. Zero, he is also beating Mr. Yi Wo Zuo with such a knife... Hey, Your Excellency Yiwozuo doesn't seem too convinced?"

Yi Wozuo retorted subconsciously: "I haven't lost yet—"

"Indeed, it's hard to say if we really want to win or lose." Zero nodded, he did not change the knife for a little bit, and even if Yi Wozuo was injured by Rihu, he was only temporarily at a disadvantage.

He didn't have stripes yet, so he didn't have the confidence to cut off his head.

Feeling the more sympathetic gaze projected from the golden pupil, Ling turned his head to look at Yiwozuo and winked at him.

Yiwozuo has a straightforward personality... he is also arrogant when he is a ghost, so he tugged at each other's hair and lost the wind, and he can turn around to turn the page.

It would be great if you could replace Tongmo with Yiwozuo!

Seeing Tong Mo, Ling still had time to sigh in this situation.

Obviously, his mind is exquisite and delicate, but he can't feel even the slightest emotion about everything. He can become a god or a ghost, but he just can't be a human being.

This is even more difficult than breaking his young master back into human beings.

He didn't know that Zero's mental activities were so vivid. After listening to their conversation, Onimai Tsuji just put a question mark.

"Swapping bloody battle?" Wu Mi was almost laughed angrily, holding the handle of the umbrella with his pale hand, and he didn't know why he could bear it so much, "Where did you get the qualification to have a bloody fighting with him?"

The falling rain slightly wetted his back, and there was a certain obsession in Mei Hong's eyes: "The prerequisite for the bloody battle of transposition...you have to be a ghost, zero."

zero:"……"

Sure enough.

[3 minutes 52 seconds. ]

Very good, after the appearance of Guiwu Tsuji Wumi, he pinched the stopwatch of the system to time him. After hearing the subtext behind this feigned anger and inducement, he felt strangely satisfied.

Uh, it's like the logic that people will die if they are killed. If he didn't hear his young master urging him to become a ghost, he would feel uneasy.

"you……"

"Become a ghost, Zero!" Yi Wozuo blurted out the unexpected second voice from the bottom of his heart without thinking.

Unaware that everyone and ghosts were looking at him, Yi Wozuo still stared at his eyes: "Such swordsmanship... such skills, I have never met an opponent like you!"

"It would be a pity if it disappeared due to birth, old age, illness and death!"

After listening to the content carefully, however, Zero was so full of thoughts that Yiwoza actually dared to interrupt him in front of Guiwu Tsuji Wuchan.

Look, it seems that his young master has really cultivated his mind and nature in the past 200 years...?

If they could read his mind, Hei Si Mou and Tong Mo would say it was difficult to agree to this matter.

Under their observation, Ghost Wu Tsuji squinted his eyes but didn't seem to be angry, he just said in a nonchalant way: "Did I ask you to speak, Yiwoza?"

"... Please forgive me, Lord Wu Mi." Suddenly receiving the complete surrender and domination of the ancestor of the ghost in front of him from the depths of his blood, Yi Wozuo lowered his head.

He didn't know whether it was rain or cold sweat flowing down his back, but he was also a little puzzled.

If it were in the past, this kind of offense would range from scolding to turning around, and the attitude just now that was even a bit laissez-faire made Yi Wozuo dare not think about it.

"Your Majesty Zero hasn't responded yet." Tong Mo dared to fight at this moment, "Is there anything wrong with being a ghost? I'm so curious about your reason... huh?"

Scored twice in one day, the shatteringness disappeared from the whole head, and the air was finally a little bit cleaner.

I was a little worried that the goal of this issue would be to get the lunch directly without completing the minimum requirements, and at the same time, Zero raised his head and happened to meet the pair of eyes that are always so delicate and beautiful.

The remaining rainwater followed his raised jaw, leaving water marks on his cheeks, passing by his Adam's apple, and sinking into his collar.

Seeing Zero's drenched clothes clinging to his body, fully engaged in the confrontation with Yiwozuo, the blood was relaxing, which left a blush on his face that had not completely faded.

Wu Mi frowned slightly, his originally gentle expression cooled down a bit due to his unhappy thoughts.

Didn't think he could get a response, was about to call him to get up and go into the house, lowered his body slightly, and just touched the tip of his hair with his outstretched hand, Gui Wu Tsuji heard the words from the mouth that always uttered sweet words to deceive him Here's something he couldn't have imagined at all:

"Well... I agreed?"

"……Oh?"

Closing his eyes, the annoying weather and the lingering cicadas in the bitter summer seemed to disappear for a moment in his actions.

I don't know whether the satisfaction of the long-cherished wish came first, or the suspicion brought about by the repeated falls and losses is one step faster.

The suspicious tone made the air linger in silence again, and the onlookers who were on the strings [-] lowered their heads, not even daring to breathe, and Wu Mi did not speak again.

The red umbrella slanted to completely cover their figures, and the shattered curly hair covered his shoulders. After crossing his neck, Ling felt that a pair of arms that were no colder than his clothes surrounded his now very young body.

The bloodless lips pressed against his cheeks seemed to have absorbed the warmth, and there was still a slight residual warmth when they were covered immediately.

A light kiss that was about to leave, and before Zero could get over it, he felt that those powerful arms that seemed to want to rub him into his blood and bones easily took him off the ground.

The tool umbrella that was thrown away after use was no longer necessary, and the raindrops that couldn't understand the eyes became bigger and bigger, and fell on the most precious ancestor of ghosts in the court. Glancing at him, he walked towards the palace room.

"You don't seem to be that happy... huh?!" Immersed in the beauty crit again, I realized my situation after subconsciously asking, and my eyes widened, "Fang, put me down-"

No, he was the one who had the upper hand just now, right?He was not injured or had a broken leg. Young master, your employees are still in front of you. Can you save him some face? !

"you said?"

"Eh?" Wait a minute, is the ground of the Bliss Cult so bumpy? !

After regaining consciousness, the feeling of weightless falling disappeared completely, Ling looked at Wu Mi with a satisfied glance at the arms around his shoulders, stopped and then walked into the house.

...Routines, are all routines.

Until the dispensable sliding door made a sound of closing, only two of the three ghosts outside seemed to come alive.

"Huh... so scary, Your Excellency Yiwozuo, you are so close to dying on the spot?"

As if he didn't have much confidence in the sound insulation effect of his own palace, Tong Mo stood under the eaves and waved to Yiwozuo who was still drenched in the rain in the courtyard, "But Mr. Wu Mi seems to be in a good mood now, crisis It's lifted!"

"...Shut up, Tong Mo." It is not clear what kind of situation is in front of him, but seeing Tong Mo's body recovering quickly, Yi Wozuo is more concerned about the wrist that has only grown a trace.

"It's just a little bit slower...it will grow...Yiwozuo..." Hei Si Mou came back to his senses and saw that he was still staring at his wrist. He continued to ask: "How on earth did you... persuade him...?"

"Ah?" Swinging the rain on his short hair, he walked down the corridor, wanting to make Yiwozuo stand as far away from the door as possible, "What do you want to persuade? Become a ghost?"

He took it for granted: "Why can humans reject such a proposal?"

"Yeah, I can't even imagine it." Tong Mo pointed his finger up, his eyes were still vaguely looking at the palace room, but in the end he had a wicked heart but not a guts, "Those ghost killers who seem to be a bit unable to change their minds Except for the guys from the team!"

After sighing this sentence, he turned his head and asked Hei Simou: "Your Excellency Hei Simou! Now can you tell me why you and Your Excellency Yiwozuo came here? And where are Master Wu Mi and Your Excellency Zero?" ——Hey! Don’t go!”

Seeing the tall and straight swordsman disappear into the rain in an instant, Yiwozuo and Tongmo, who had not received any orders, were a little puzzled.

"Master Wu Mi didn't tell you that Your Excellency Zero is a human being, and he didn't tell me that the two of you and he will visit today..." Tong Mo sighed worriedly, then turned around and saw Yi Wozuo following suit, and also Disappeared in this courtyard.

"...Why did you suddenly become so cold again?"

Puffing out his cheeks and sighing, Tong Mo rubbed his forehead and looked at the ruined walls and ground in his own courtyard, and walked towards other courtyards with his footsteps.

Just kidding, he is a smart ghost, the actions of Hei Si Mou and Yi Wo Zuo are telling that their mission is over.

And he hasn't even been notified, if he disturbs Master Wu Mi at this time...then there is no way for his so many believers to be redeemed!

Occasionally, drizzles of rain approached Tong Mo's side with the wind, and they also turned into ice crystals and fell to the ground.

Passing by the lotus pond, Tong Mo caught sight of lotus flowers swaying in the rain.

He waved at the gimmick, just as a gust of wind blew over, the lotus nodded towards him as if flattering him.

"Blood ghost art, the son of crystallization."

The air was full of water vapor, and the way to condense the little one was particularly smooth. Tong Mo watched his own ice sculpture, which was one size smaller, take shape in his hand, and just stood on the porch for a while, fiddling with it.

It wasn't until some believers saw him walking towards him that Tong Mo raised his head and showed a questioning look.

The believers saluted him with a guilty expression: "I am very sorry, Master, although I told the believers that today is your day to rest, but there are still believers visiting outside the door..."

"Hey, it's okay—it's just that the hall over there is unavailable today, please wait in the side hall!"

Tong Mo had just walked a few steps, as if remembering something, he ordered seriously: "Don't let everyone get close to that side, no one is allowed, do you understand?"

"Yes, yes! My lord!"

Hearing the footsteps of the believers walking away, Tong Mo raised a compassionate smile and wanted to straighten the hat, with his back behind his back and his hands in front of him, he found that he was still holding the imperial child doll.

With a plop, it fell back where it came from, and the little doll that was thrown into the pond floated under the lotus leaves and melted completely.

But at this moment, Tong Mo seemed to have discovered something: "Hey... just now, His Excellency Hei Si Mou hacked his clothes torn, why didn't everyone remind me?"

The two pieces of broken sleeves didn't look so decent, but Tong Mo turned his head and looked at the palace where Guiwu Tsuji was still there.

"...just go back and change clothes, um! Master Wu Mi will definitely understand me!"

How could he be evil!