I live longer than the incomparable

【Master Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni, you can never die. 】

Even the original ghost dance Tsuji Wumi has the insurmountable weakness of being afraid of the sun, but the immortality of the eight hundred bhikkhunis is flawless.When Nightmare learned of this fact, her obsession with Eight Hundred Bhikkuni grew.

The endless time wiped away all the beautiful feelings in her body, leaving only the empty and empty essence.

As long as Nightmare thinks of her figure, he will feel that human beings crying bitterly or showing despair in front of him are boring.

But he only met Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni once.

Just that one meeting made him miss it for decades.

Even after decades, Nightmare still remembers her breath and her face.

Out of the ghost's instinct to be afraid of the sun, he usually hides in the corners of the train without sunlight, and only comes out at night to really move around, but today he used the vampire technique during the day, causing everyone in the train to fall into a trap. fell asleep.

Because he must see her.

This is the first meeting after decades, and Nightmare is unwilling to give up such an opportunity no matter what.

What's more... When he personally entered other people's dreams for the first time, he got something even more satisfying.

The dream of Mr. Eight Hundred Bhikuni was far more exciting than he had imagined.

Nightmare is just a little regretful, the carriage where the eight hundred bhikkhuni is in will have sunlight shining in, so he can't see her with his real body, he can only take off his hands and crawl out of the corner where there is no sunlight after she falls asleep beside her.

But being able to touch Eight Hundred Bhikkhunis is already a great happiness for him.

Nightmare in the dream was just holding her fingers in vain, so it was not too difficult for Babaqikuni to pull out her hand. She didn't care about the twisted and hideous scenery around her, and she still sat calmly.

"It's still daytime," she said softly.

Nightmare laughed and said, "Yes, and the sun is very dazzling."

The temperature that they have never felt after becoming a ghost is something that can burn their skin and make them die completely.

Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni frowned slightly: "You shouldn't appear at this time."

[It's like caring. 】

Nightmare's eyes were blurred, and he tilted his head to look at her. Any word that came out of her mouth was enough to make him ecstatic.

In fact, the eight hundred bhikkhuni just felt that it was a little troublesome, and it would take a lot of effort if they stopped standing for this reason.

But Nightmare only thought that she really cared about herself, closed her eyes and said in satisfaction: "I can get your advice, and I will definitely work harder in the future to become a stronger existence, so that I can live up to your expectations."

Eight hundred bhikkhuni did not answer, and let him add drama to himself.

Even if she really didn't react at all, as long as she sat in front of him, Nightmare could read thousands of thoughts from her unwavering face.

There is only one way for "ghosts" to become stronger, and that is to keep eating. The more they eat, the stronger the power they draw from those foods.

And among human beings, there is a rare kind of "thin blood". The power contained in thin blood far exceeds that of any ordinary human -- even the youngest girl is not as delicious as "thin blood".

A nightmare that uses the train as a cover and occasionally hunts in the city. Over the years, he has been trying his best to find thin blood in order to gain stronger power for himself-only in this way can he touch the [winding] position.

Nightmare once went to the ghost of the pipa and asked her how she could meet Mr. Eight Hundred Bikuni, but the answer she got was: "Most of the ghosts on strings have close acquaintances with Mr. Eight Hundred Bikkuni."

[Then as long as you become Shangxian, you can have the qualification to see her, right? 】

Nightmare kept this goal in mind all the time, and climbed all the way to the position of one of the bottom strings, but still failed to touch half of the possibility of becoming the top string.

But none of that matters now.Nightmare stared at the Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni in front of him, and this meeting could support him to work hard for a long time.

Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni didn't care about Nightmare's thoughts, and she didn't have the intention to understand deeply. After pulling her hand out, her eyes swept around.

"I have work to do," she said.

It's not that there's no way to get out by yourself, it's just that it's not necessary.The culprit who created this dream is right in front of her, so why bother to think of a solution by herself.

Hearing this, the smile on Nightmare's face grew stronger. He knelt down in front of the eight hundred bhikkhunis, with his forehead on the ground, and solemnly withdrew from her.

At the same moment when he stepped back, the dream he wove collapsed in an instant.

Eight hundred bhikkhuni opened his eyes.

Out of the corner of her eye, the scene outside the window was still flying by. She turned her face and saw the teenagers on the opposite side rubbing their eyes and sleepy one after another—other people in this carriage also woke up one after another.

The announcement sounded at the right time, and not long after, the familiar train conductor shuttled through the aisle, reminding him that he was about to arrive at the station.

Babai Khuni didn't bring any luggage, and she went to Tongmo's temple many times, so the other party consciously packed a special room for her, and the wardrobe was naturally prepared.

When stepping on the wooden floor of the platform, a girl with black hair and purple eyes walked beside Babaichuni.

The girl was wearing feathers with gorgeous patterns like butterfly wings, and a butterfly-shaped hair accessory on her head. When she walked, the feathers fluttered slightly, revealing the black stand-up team leader uniform unabashedly.

[The uniform of the Demon Slayer Squad. 】

Although it was just passing by, it made the Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni look sideways.

The train just now seems to be Nightmare's recent hunting ground, and it's not far from Tongmo's temple, so who are the Ghost Killing Squad looking for?

Such questions flashed through her mind, and disappeared as soon as she took a step forward.

——It’s not something to be concerned about.

No matter who the Ghost Killing Squad came looking for, it had nothing to do with her.

On the way into the mountain, Babaichuni also met other people who came here because they heard about the name of the Bliss Cult. Those people also thought that she was one of the companions who came to seek "Bliss" because of the name, and even told her along the way. There are many rumors about Bliss Cult.

"I heard that the Patriarch of the Bliss Sect is a messenger sent by the gods, and he can hear the voices from the gods..." The eyes of the woman with a sad face and sunken cheeks glowed with anticipation: "If it is a god, you must Can you tell me how to get out of suffering."

Her lips were pale and chapped, and her body was emaciated. It seemed that she had lived in a harsh environment for a long time, so she was tortured into this appearance.

A long time ago, the eight hundred bhikkuni, who was a priestess, was often forced to listen to the confides of believers. The suffering spit out from their mouths was enough to make people cry.

But now that she saw the woman in such pain, she only had one thought——

"How pitiful."

Eight hundred bhikkhuni sighed softly after hearing her finish.

Hearing her voice, the woman squeezed out an ugly smile on her skinny face, "Thank you for listening to me so much."

The woman asked her, "Why did you come here?"

When the eight hundred bhikkhunis watched her face, the woman also saw her appearance clearly.

——Wearing an expensive and expensive dress, a young and beautiful woman... What pain does she have?

Hearing that the eight hundred bhikkhunis said, "I'm here to pick you up."

Come pick up her kids.

The woman thought that she had relatives or friends seeking help from the Bliss Sect, so she didn't ask any more questions. When they and a few others arrived at the Bliss Sect, it was almost dusk, and there were people waiting at the gate of the temple.

The believer standing at the door bowed solemnly and said, "You are here, Master Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni."

After receiving Tong Mo's order, the believers who had been waiting at the door all day did not feel displeased in the slightest.In their view, it is a great honor to welcome the arrival of the [Prophecy Miko]. If they are lucky, they may even learn something about their own future from her mouth.

Therefore, such errands will be competed for most of the time.

Eight hundred bhikkhuni nodded slightly, and the believer stretched out his hand to guide: "Master Patriarch is waiting for you in the room."

The woman who came with her was stunned in place, staring blankly at the figure of the eight hundred bhikkhuni leaving her sight, and it took a while to realize what the believer called her just now.

[Eight hundred bhikkhunis. 】

If she heard this name on weekdays, the woman would just ignore it numbly, but now that she heard it from the followers of [Wan Shi Bliss Cult], it was hard not to care.

She followed other believers into the temple, and after a while she finally came to her senses and figured out what she wanted to ask.

"That... Lord Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni," the woman said cautiously, "What is your identity?"

The believer who heard this said with a smile: "That is [Prophecy Witch]."

Never saw any false visions, never made false predictions.

The existence of the prophecy priestess named Eight Hundred Blissuni is also a great mystery of the Bliss Cult.

But now this mystery stands in front of the pillar of the entire Eternal Bliss Cult, looking at the scene in front of him and falling into contemplation.

The Winding Ghost sat cross-legged on the cushion, and beside him sat two teenagers, all three of them had red strings wrapped around their fingers.

"Babai is finally here~" Tong Mo was the first to discover the existence of Babai Bhikkhuni again, he raised the thin red rope in his hand towards her with a smile: "Would you like to come and turn the flower rope with us? "

"..."

His innocent and lively appearance like a child does not seem to be inconsistent with such a childish scene.

"Hey——" Tong Mo elongated his voice, raised his face to look at her, and his keen intuition can work even if her face is expressionless: "Babai won't speak ill of me again from the bottom of my heart. Bar?"

"No." Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni walked in front of them without changing his expression, "I just suddenly felt that you are really good at getting along with children."

Hearing this, Tong Mo smiled even more cheerfully, and held the twisted flower rope in front of her, "If Babai is willing, she can be like me~"

Eight hundred bhikkhuni glanced at him and said thoughtfully, "No need."

Tong Mo didn't seem to hear the faint dislike in her tone, and covered her hand with his palm without any qualms: "Come and try~ You need to see clearly which finger I inserted/entered." Oh, in the hole."