As we all know, winding zero is a human being

Only the sound of his clear footsteps echoed in the mansion, and Zero couldn't stop praying while running.

Why?Why was he so nervous all of a sudden when he found out that Miss Naruhime was going to find Mumai Tsuji?

Oh, because the person she was looking for was Ghost Mai Tsuji.

That makes sense.

Thinking about it sourly, Zero didn't want to stop what Naruto might do to Onimai Tsuji.

He was trying to stop what Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi might do to Ming Ji.

Originally, the identities on the surface were there, and because of emotion and reason, Miss Mingji was going to tell him the truth—er, perhaps the bonus of favorability played a key role in it.

And she also wanted to tell the owner of this house, which seemed reasonable.

With such a beautiful and peaceful guess, Zero speeded up his pace painfully.

Look, even the body doesn't recognize the peace his brain is whitewashing.

Stepping across the gravel courtyard in three steps and two steps, the half-closed thin paper door is more meaningful than the actual decoration, staring at the pair of clogs thrown off on the porch, he is also quite desperate.

What has to be faced will be faced sooner or later. Considering that Miss Mingji, who is currently in the midst of it, is still alive and dead, Zero uses her self-confident but still trembling voice to ask: "Mr. Yuexi? What is Miss Mingji?" Is it in there?"

"You're back?"

The shadow of the half body is printed on the screen dotted with silk flowers in the house.

Wu Mi, who came out from behind, was not in a bad mood visible to the naked eye, and the plum red pupils that were still slightly squinted were dotted with something called joy.

As if he didn't hear the second half of the question, Wu Mi still had time to laugh with him: "Are you having fun?"

"Very, very happy?" Zero didn't know what he said, and after he finished speaking, he quickly shook his head, and couldn't help but move his gaze away from him into the room.

The tidy living room furnishings are not shifted, and the paper on the table is put aside halfway through writing, and the ink is still wet.

So why did Ghost Dance Tsuji Wumi come out from behind the screen?

When he didn't hear the answer, he seemed to sense his absent-mindedness, and Wu Mi raised his hand and tapped on the wall with his fingers, like some kind of warning.

And when he looked at the past again, Wu Mi's smile that was completely displayed in front of his eyes was as perfect as if it hadn't changed at all.

Really, ever since he knew that it was her own beauty that he fell in love with at first sight, Wu Can not care about it at all, even on purpose, the beauty tricks displayed by his heart-pounding face can clearly arrange him every time For nothing.

However, this time Zero finally held his ground and was not fooled by him: "I seem to see that Miss Ming Ji is coming here?"

Without changing his expression, he denied it flatly: "You read it wrong."

zero:"……"

"Are you here to look for her?" Seeing that the little servant who was always straightforward and bold had disbelief clearly written in his eyes, Wu Mi frowned, unaware that his way of thinking was also going in a strange direction no return.

He bit the accent in displeasure: "You came to my courtyard just to find her?"

Seeing such Oni Wu Tsuji Wu Can Ling, he didn't know whether to nod honestly or shake his head sincerely.

Just as he was thinking about this question for a short while, something suddenly moved in the dim shadow behind the screen whose sense of existence had already weakened.

There was no sound, but he confirmed that it was definitely not his dizziness: "What is behind the screen?"

"There is nothing." The coaxing tone seemed to have not changed, and Wu Mi was a little annoyed when he discovered this, and turned to look over, as if he was blaming Zero for taking such an unnecessary step.

As if he had made the right choice, he took full advantage of the reason, and the tolerance for unreasonable trouble was revealed silently in the crimson eyes.

Zero took a step closer to the screen, seeing that Wu Mi didn't intend to stop him, he suppressed his bad guess a little.

It's just that he was too happy.

The clean dagger that was not stained with blood was the first thing that came into view.

Ming Ji looked up in horror and revealed Kazilan's big eyes, which only had one left after the ghostly transformation, almost made his heart stop suddenly.

...Really, the ghosts created by Oni Wu Tsuji have never let him down in challenging the lower limit of human taste.

Zero took a step back and looked at Ming Ji's eyes, whose face merged into one and occupied most of the area, bluntly revealed the desire called hunger, and was also wrapped immobile by the pool of blood-colored flesh and blood that seemed to have vitality. Get up, otherwise she would have rushed towards herself.

"You obviously don't need to know this." Wu Mi walked over, bent down, picked up the dagger, played with it in his hand, and then sighed: "She was the one who wanted to kill me first."

As always, combined with the previous facts, Zero clearly discerned the authenticity of what came out of his mouth.

Okay, a tragic ending after a textbook wrong choice of killing target.

——Although he really wanted to say that, but now Zero is not in the mood to complain at all.

Ling quietly listened to Wu Mi and said: "Although her behavior is stupid, I have always liked her temper."

like?Do you express your love by turning the other person into a ghost?

"She agreed with her own words." As if seeing what he was thinking, Wu Mi raised the sleeves of the black kimono and made a gesture of waving.

Zero stared at the self-aware chunk of meat with eyes and mouth, who was extremely violent towards the target of attack and at the same time seemed to be extremely obedient to its master, and wandered back into the sleeve of Mumai Tsuji.

Another skill he hadn't seen before, he took a step back in physical discomfort.

Zero seemed to have just recovered his voice, and he looked at Ming Ji Ruobu's face and her unaltered figure during the human period: "But it's not necessary at all—you can obviously let her go."

Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi naturally did not miss his move, but he just frowned and asked back: "Let her go, and then?"

Zero blinked and didn't expect his young master to be so easy to talk: "Send, send to the execution office?"

As we all know, in case of indecision, go to the police—that is to say, it is something that the magistrates of this era can never go wrong.

Every age has laws that conform to every age, and disputes between people, why are you a ghost here to join in the fun?

However, Wu Mi seemed dissatisfied with his answer, but he didn't attack immediately.

"...Is there any point? Or do you think that those who were killed by her will come back to life?"

Wu Mi turned his face and looked repeatedly at Ming Ji, who had survived the initial hunger and was intimidated by Ming Ji, who dared not make any moves. He easily saw through what was hidden behind the skin and bones, those plum red pairs A smile was born in the eyes.

Then it was cut off by the next sentence.

"No, at least she can die as a human."

These words can naturally arouse Wu Mi's anger, and Zero is not just saying it to him.

He set out some expectations, looking forward to what he could see on the face of Ming Ji who had been shaken but unexpectedly turned into what he is now.

Just before he found it, he was interrupted by Oni Wu Tsuji who didn't realize the true meaning of it.

Wu Mi's expression didn't look right, but it was right, the blood vessels under the pale skin were dark and deep.

He has been wearing a mask that he does not know how many times more refined, but the most original emotion is something he can't hide at all.

He was ready to turn his face, and he agreed in the middle, and the words that Tsuji Wumi wanted to become a ghost were lies that both of them knew tacitly.

He limped and raced against time to find the medicinal material that might turn the ghost back into a human, such as the blue Higan flower, and he was also somewhat mentally prepared for the little tricks that Ghost Wu Tsuji would do behind the scenes.

However, Zero heard Guiwu Tsuji Wumi say: "Yes, you can send her to the execution office."

The rationality of returning to the basket made Wu Mi put away the terrifying expression that was revealed in an instant, and he seemed to have made a lot of patience before he said this sentence.

The scene in front of him made Ling couldn't help thinking that Tong Mo probably guessed wrong.

Judging from his clumsy acting skills that still seem to be concerned about the overall situation, this really doesn't seem like what Oni Wu Tsuji expected to happen.

Seeing that he didn't move, Wu Can's strange red eyes flickered, as if he might be mistaken.

The unstoppable malice made him look sluggish and gorgeous, and the irreversible fact became the fruit of victory in his hands: "It's just that ordinary human beings have no ability to hurt her now."

He seemed apologetic and kindly offered the suggestion: "Then you'll have to do it yourself, Zero."

Zero found out that his young master was waiting for him here.

Where did Guiwu Tsuji Wumi get the illusion that he would not be able to do this?

He admitted that he didn't have any deep hatred with ghosts, and it didn't matter if he met ghosts that had nothing to do with him. The only two downtimes were devoted to Guiwu Tsuji Wumi and Hei Simou.

He betrayed the Ghost Killing Squad, and for the time being he turned a blind eye to those Shangxian ghosts and got along quite happily...

Okay, having said so much, he just wanted to say——

Because other things were substituted, he really couldn't make this move right now.

But that also means it won't always be like that.

At first he wanted to convince himself that ghosts would kill people because the hunger drove them to treat cattle and sheep like humans, throwing aside the well-established morals and laws, but it didn't look so decent.

But on Ming Ji, he realized something even more terrifying.

She became a ghost because she killed someone.

And this goes back to Guiwu Tsuji Wuchan, what kind of category should he be classified into?

It's not the voice-over time, nor the pause technique that everyone admits to use by default in the time of the protagonist's talk. Time still flows when there is no pause for thinking, but Wu Mi regards it as hesitation in his eyes, and the misunderstanding that exists is also deepened.

Those are two completely opposite and completely different things.

The best thing to do is to settle for the next best thing. After Wu Mi got this answer that seemed to satisfy him, other things became irrelevant.

As if using a snake-like habit to consider whether it was time to hunt and swallow the prey intact, Wu Mian's erect pupils gradually became flatter.

Wu Mi snapped his fingers, trying to make Ming Ji, who was prostrate on the side with her head bowed, back down.

His original intention was to take everything that happened in front of him lightly, and turn this matter over.

However, Ming Ji, who had just handed life and death into Wu Mi's hands and was thrown out by him, didn't know what his actions meant. She was extremely hungry and full of resentment, and suddenly there was a lute in her empty hand. and dial.

"Zheng-"

The snap of her fingers completely broke her tense spirit, even Wu Mi was too late to stop anything, Ling followed the piercing sound and looked at Ming Ji's originally delicate hands picking up the plectrum on the pipa. Swept away.

The next moment, it was as if a crack had opened on the ground, or as if the house had been misplaced, and the door was wrongly opened at the foot.

They all fell into the abyss.