As we all know, winding zero is a human being

Returning from the dislocation of weightlessness to a down-to-earth feeling, he suddenly fell into a completely unfamiliar situation like this. Zero firmly grabbed the handle of the knife in his hand, his eyes were dizzy and he looked up at the ceiling that gradually became clear after being blurred.

Uh, maybe that thing shouldn't be called a ceiling, at least no one will open the door above their own head.

The surroundings were extremely quiet, Wu Mi and Ming Ji were not in front of them, and they didn't know where they went.

Zero sat up and found himself in the center of the square table.

The endless stairs and the dark Japanese room seem to have no boundaries, and the walls connect these buildings that are spliced ​​​​in imagination like a child's dream, and absurd dislocations and inversions can be seen everywhere.

Zero tried to shout into the empty space: "Ming Ji?"

As for why he didn't call Ghost Dance Tsuji Wumi, it was because the bad premonition that spread in his heart made him not want to see his young master for the time being.

Don't ask, ask is zero found that his patience seems to be exhausted.

Pulling the already shaken soul back into the darkness, he didn't know how many times he could watch such a thing happen before his eyes.

Ling suddenly understood what the so-called price in Ji Guoyuan's mouth was, and it was not something he had imagined that he had paid with his own hard work.

He could hardly bear the price paid by others for him.

The bad premonition still comes from the space he is currently in which can almost be called a city.

Dim lights are the cheapest substitute for sunlight, and this place is too suitable for ghosts to live here.

In other words, it is also a child who does not welcome humans.

His own voice still echoed in the open space, and Ling stood up and took two steps in the long tail.

At the end of the corridor was a vertical staircase, and he tried to put his foot up.

If it weren't for the hand holding onto the wooden handrail, under the gravity of the sudden upside-down, he might not have knocked his head on the stairs, and he would have been able to play GG in advance.

And when he turned his head in fear to see that the ground he stepped on just now had turned into a wall, the sound of a pipa string being plucked also appeared behind him at the same time.

Looking back subconsciously, the towering platform in front of him rose from the ground and grew gratifyingly, and it passed over the top of his head.

Isn't it Ming Ji who is sitting on it like a show.

Zero already had a guess in his mind about all the weird things in front of him: "Is this your blood ghost technique?"

"Blood ghost art?" Ming Ji repeated the word as if chewing.

There was another rapid string sound, and Ling grabbed the handrail and felt that the stairs under his feet were breaking away from the wall and the house where he was. After shifting the direction and position, he slowly extended and rose.

Seeing this, Ling didn't make another sound, and the three eyes met at a horizontal line, and the desire full of that single eye rushed straight to the face.

Turning the blade to reveal the sharp side, Zero discussed with her: "Can you let me out?"

Ming Ji didn't speak, what responded to him was the pavilion that accelerated and stretched forward in an instant, and the distance between them shortened rapidly.

Seeing her behavior driven by desire as expected, Zero blinked his eyes and stabilized his steps, so that the blade was stained with luster.

Excessive acceleration is a good thing. For example, his knife has also become faster under the blessing of this acceleration.

Before the blade was about to hit her body, Ming Ji realized something was wrong, and she struggled to control the height of the pavilion she was in again.

Seeing that she wanted to dodge, Ling took a few steps along the wall that was about to hit, jumped up and touched the edge of the smoke-colored tatami, and he climbed onto the platform very easily.

Ming Ji: "..."

"Can we communicate well now?"

The blade rested on her neck, and it was exactly as Zero had imagined that when she transformed into a ghost, she possessed such a special blood ghost technique, Minghime, who did not show too many ghost characteristics except for her eyes. The ability to fight in close quarters can be said to be almost non-existent.

Suddenly, the rapidly changing pavilion finally stopped, Ming Ji stared at the scorching sensation that was about to spread to her body from the blade that was close at hand, the deep fear and the remaining struggle made her feel dazed There was a slightly sober look in his eyes.

Well, probably forced to wake up too.

"Why?" Ming Ji suppressed her emotions desperately, and now there is only anger in the remaining one eye, "Obviously everyone loves the pipa I play, why can't you understand?"

She murmured and repeated: "Everyone, do you like to hear it?"

Hearing these words in a daze, Ling was a little puzzled: "What does this have to do with those people you killed?"

He regrets it now, regrets not being able to bite the bullet and listen to the story that day.

Otherwise, it is estimated that it will not be the current situation, right?

"It wasn't like this in the past, it's a skill bestowed by God." Ming Ji spoke a little confusedly, she raised her neck, eager to prove something, "I have a reason."

"Only after killing someone can I play the song that everyone likes." She firmly recognized this logic as if she had grasped something, "After that man died, I became famous overnight."

In some places where the memory was chaotic, she just replaced the past with a pause. Listening to her intermittently, Zero finished narrating her past past absurdly.

A not-so-good experience. After experiencing domestic violence from her ex-husband, an unpopular artist turned back in anger, and embarked on an acting career of murdering first and then going to work.

And those bloody tunes, ridiculously, changed the world Ming Ji knew in an instant.

The smell on the body has not dissipated, and the blood stains are still left on the unseemly clothes. The repertoire performed under the mood of anxiety and hesitation has become something that everyone in Edo City is after.

"...And why did you promise me that you would turn yourself in after the last performance that was supposed to be performed tonight?" Sensing that something was wrong, Zero was still looking at her with a complicated mood, and suddenly Just a flash of inspiration: "What about that show kimono? What does that show kimono mean to you?"

"...?" Naruhime repeated, "Performing... a kimono?"

She looked down at the blood-stained set of clothes on her body, which was still extremely gorgeous, and the pipa and plectrum in her hand fell off as if she had known each other.

Connecting the specious things he heard from the boss of Shiba House, Zero has actually been able to connect this story together.

If the hidden resentment of a person who has always been submissive is pierced by a needle, the things that burst out are often unbearable, and that performance kimono happens to be the sharp silver needle that Ming Ji values ​​most.

Abandoning the things that she would hold on to even if she became a ghost, Ming Ji's calm expression as if she was completely awake confirmed his thoughts.

Putting the blade back into the sheath, he looked at Ming Ji and stroked her hot neck with bewilderment.

Her pale skin was still there, and her eyes under the black hair were like pools of stagnant water. She hesitated to speak, but finally said nothing.

Ling stared at her black and red dress for a while, then turned around and walked to the edge of the square platform.

There is no connection of stairs anymore, and in the towering places, as long as you take a wrong step, you will be in the abyss.

If this continues, he will see people like He Mingji turn into ghosts one by one.

People eat people or ghosts eat people, so what is the difference?

[Also, there are still many differences...? ]

Ever since he started doubting life that day, he has become more obedient. The sudden voice from the system at this moment sounds pitiful.

Zero was silent for a while and asked, "Then tell me?"

[The host first promised the system not to jump down? ! ! ! ]

"...No, what gave you the illusion that I would jump off?" Covering his ears, he realized that the voice came directly to his mind, and he realized that this small movement of his thinking seemed really easy It's misleading.

"Not yet, not yet." Zero turned to rubbing his head that had just been run over by the electronic sound without any sincerity, "It seems that it hasn't reached this point yet."

And this place is completely under Ming Ji's control, even if he jumps down, it's useless.

[The host still can't say it? ! ]

Ah, is he showing this idea?

"You think again, use death to escape from me?"

A deep and suppressed voice of rage came quietly at this delicate moment.

Zero, who had temporarily extinguished the electronic sound, watched Onimai Tsuji, who had been slow to find the exit from this maze-like city, finally showed his face.

His footsteps were still unhurried, but from the way he stared at him, it could be seen that he was not as calm as he showed.

This word "again" is really wonderful, it strangely stopped the footsteps that originally wanted to retreat, and Ling inevitably recalled the two lunch boxes he had received.

The first time was full of annoyance and fear, so much so that he knew that his young master still existed in this world, he would be so excited that he forgot to think about the meaning of the fact that Oni Wu Tsuji is the king of ghosts.

And the second time he wanted to escape the truth.

Today's era seems to be getting better in accordance with everyone's wishes, and even Gui Wu Tsuji has become more human in front of him.

The days when we lived together in the same mansion seemed to be no different from the calm water days.

It's just that occasionally there will always be two people who come out to remind him that no matter how normal it looks, this is like a flower in the mirror of the moon in the water.

Wu Mi didn't wait for his response and didn't see any other actions from him. Those eyes that seemed to be crushed and cracked petals projected a cold gaze over zero, and turned to Ming Ji.

From a long distance away, his lips seemed to move, and with a clear chord, Wu Mi's figure disappeared from the opposite side, and a pressure that could not be ignored shifted behind him.

It was only then that Zero realized that although Naruhime's blood ghost technique seemed unable to directly affect him, it seemed that it could do more for Oni Wu Tsuji, who was also a ghost.

Wu Mi apparently also discovered this fact, he looked around the outline of the city, as if evaluating something.

And after that, those tyrannical hostility was replaced by a completely controlled arrogance.

As if in a dream, he stepped lightly on the floating clouds word by word: "There is no sunshine in this city."

zero:"……"

Gan, careless.