I live longer than the incomparable

After nightfall, Guiwu Tsuji still didn't come back, tired and stayed in his room quietly all the time, Babaichuni didn't go to sleep early, but sat on the verandah and waited for others.

Naturally, it's not waiting for Ghost Dance Tsuji to be miserable, but waiting for Nightmare.

——Although she is not sure whether the nightmare will come or not.

It took a lot of trouble to deliver the envelope with the blood ghost technique, and dragged her into a strange dream. After doing this kind of thing, it stands to reason that she should come here in person no matter what.

With this in mind, she turned away the servants and sat alone in the veranda waiting.

And the nightmare did not disappoint the eight hundred bhikkuni's waiting.

The Sleeping Ghost in a black suit came to her side silently, but did not sit down beside her, but knelt at her feet on one knee, put his hands on the wooden porch, and raised his head His face cast a focused gaze on her.

"Master Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni." Nightmare spoke softly, calling her name, and asked her, "Are you waiting for Lord Onimai Tsuji?"

His face blushed unconsciously, making the block pattern on his cheeks beautiful and strange—the color on the block pattern gradually changed like a rainbow, even at night, it was comparable to a child's colorful iridescent film So compelling.

"Still..." His voice was also tinged with ambiguity that belonged to the night, and his voice was low: "Are you waiting for me?"

Eight hundred bhikkhuni ignored his tone of voice which was different from ordinary people all the time, nor did he pay attention to his expression, just threw the empty envelope at his hand at him, and said lightly: "The reason."

Her attitude that seemed unwilling to say a word to him made Nightmare even more obsessed. His smile was fascinated, but he asked her back: "What reason do you want me to give?"

The question he asked knowingly was not answered, and the smile on Nightmare's face remained unchanged, and even his expression remained the same as before.

Although this posture is not the performance of ordinary people, at least the words that are spoken are still organized. No matter how weird and crazy it looks on the surface, the basic rationality has always existed.

Nightmare picked up the envelope she threw over: "Ah, let's start explaining from the envelope."

Nightmare was full of smiles, and didn't care about the cold face and attitude of Babaichuni at all. He held the envelope in a casual posture, and the slightly longer hair on his cheeks was blown by the evening wind, revealing the young and handsome flushed face. face.

The strange colors at the end of the hair fluttered slightly in the wind, adding a bit of vividness to the light in the corridor.

"There are too many restrictions on being a [ghost]. Even if it's just blood, it will turn to ashes once it is exposed to the sun." Nightmare stuck the envelope on her skin like an intimacy, closed her eyes slightly and said to her: "But I really want to tell Lord Eight Hundred Bikuni that my strength is stronger than before. So I smeared my own blood on the inside of the envelope seal, just a little is enough."

When he said this, Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni finally looked at him.

"This method is very safe. You don't need to be in close contact with the other party, and you don't need to expose yourself to the sight of others. Even you can't smell anything strange because your blood volume is too low."

Nightmare tilted her head, changed her posture and still stared at her seriously: "But my blood is the medium that triggers the vampirism, as long as the envelope is opened, this remote vampire will be triggered, and you will also So fell asleep."

"Why bother?" Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni said flatly, "In my dream, you can't see what you want to see at all."

Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni is naturally very aware of Nightmare's special habit, and also understands why he wants others to fall into the dream he created.Nightmare likes to see other people being tormented after falling into a nightmare, and also likes to see their twisted and hideous expressions, and even more likes the appearance of human beings struggling desperately in pain.

All of this can be deeply pleasing to Nightmare.

However, Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni obviously cannot meet any of the above conditions.

She will neither cry because of nightmares, nor be confused by beautiful dreams, so she will never feel hopeless and helpless because of broken dreams.

These overly intense emotions have never appeared in the body of Eight Hundred Bhikkuni.

But what she doesn't know is that, from Nightmare's point of view, she herself is a real collection of "miserable".

Even if her expression didn't fluctuate, her eyes didn't move, and she wouldn't be entangled in a painful nightmare like other human beings and couldn't get out.

But Nightmare likes this kind of long and hopeless suffering that has continued from the distant past, and it is impossible to escape and difficult to continue.

The purpose of Nightmare pulling her into the dream was not to treat her like other human beings, but as he said, he just wanted to tell her——

[I have obtained more powerful power. 】

And Nightmare also knows that no matter what kind of force she is trapped by, she can also come up with a solution-Babaichuni knew how to get out of Nightmare's dream from the very beginning.

"I saw the beauty of the moment you died." Nightmare put her palm on her leg, and put her face on the back of her hand when Eight Hundred Bhikuni frowned.

Just leaning on her lap like this, he was almost jumping with joy, and his tone was full of excitement: "I am so happy to see you showing such a posture again."

So he didn't show up when he was called by her name during the day, not only because he was restricted by the sunlight, but also because he wanted to see the scene where Bhikkhuni killed himself in the dream in order to get out of the dream.

Closing your eyes in reality means being trapped in a dream, and dying in a dream means opening your eyes again in reality.

"With your intelligence, you must be able to figure this out in a short time." Nightmare praised her relentlessly, but she knelt down in front of her sincerely and praised her: "You do it decisively!" The gesture of making a decision is one of the most beautiful sights I have ever seen in my life."

Only Nightmare can boast so beautifully that she committed suicide in the dream in order to escape from the dream.Of course, only he has the ability to pull others into dreams.

But there is one thing that Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni has been wondering since entering the dream.

"Is this dream a reappearance of the past, or an illusion created by you?"

She felt the temperature of the sun falling on her body, smelled the bitter taste of the thick concoction, and even touched the heat of the young and still human Onimai Tsuji.

If they are all fictional, then how strong is Nightmare's current strength...?

Hearing that Nightmare raised his face, he saw her slightly lowering her head and staring at him, and felt satisfied happiness from the bottom of her heart: "Are you watching me?"

He asked her like this: "It's like I've been watching your figure all the time."

Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni did not want to answer such a question, nor did he want to continue this meaningless contact with him.

But Nightmare seemed unable to see her furrowed brows, and still kept her gaze full of longing.

"You just need to answer my question." Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni said, "Yes or no."

Hearing the words, Nightmare asked her back: "Don't you remember? It's clearly a life you have experienced, but you can't even tell whether it's real or fake?"

The eight hundred bhikkuni didn't know whether it should be said that Oniwu Tsuji's vision for selecting subordinates was as bad as his own, or that the oni that Oniwu Tsuji liked were rotten from the bottom of his heart.

Nightmare was clearly doing it on purpose - even if it was just a small problem for him.

But he just didn't want to tell the eight hundred bhikkhuni the answer to such a small question, even though he gave the eight hundred bhikkhuni all the tedious compliments.

To him, the appearance of eight hundred bhikkhunis entangled in confusion is also an extremely rare beauty.

Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni cast a deep gaze on him, she put her palm on Nightmare's cheek, and when he gently rubbed against her palm, she grabbed his hair.

"I don't want to hear this kind of question." Eight Hundred Bhikkuni lifted him up lightly and made him look him in the eye: "I don't want to hear anything I don't want to hear."

The appearance of her at this time actually caused Nightmare to have an illusion - the person sitting in front of him was not Lord Yabaichuni, but Lord Onimai Tsuji.

Such words are obviously more often uttered from the mouth of Onimai Tsuji-sama.

But Lord Onimai Tsuji is obviously much more direct and cruel than her.

Today, Lord Oniwu Tsuji suddenly summoned all the ghosts except Tired, and after losing his temper, he beat the other ghosts to pieces. Only Nightmare was favored by him for some reason, and not only was he not punished, Even got more blood and gained more powerful power.

Although the excessive pain at the moment of getting the blood almost swallowed Nightmare's mind, after his body gradually adapted to the new amount of blood, his vampire technique was much stronger than before.

You can create more dreams, and you can also use your own blood as a medium to launch vampirism remotely more securely and secretly.

What's more, because Master Onimai Tsuji took a fancy to him and gave him more blood, Nightmare can even go deeper when entering other people's dreams, digging out all the things that should have been forgotten .

Although due to the limitation of long-range vampirism, when he performed the vampire technique on Mrs. Eight Hundred Bikuni, he only trapped her in a dream, but he failed to allow himself to enter her dream to spy on what she dreamed about, but Judging by her reaction...

[It must be a dream that I really don't want to be remembered. 】

[Perhaps, it is also a reality that she herself is unwilling to accept. 】

The nightmare is not strong enough to create a dream that is so real that even the temperature of the sun and the smell of the medicinal juice can be felt. Everything she feels in the dream is actually a real reappearance of the past.

Anyone other than herself is excavated from her memory, people who stayed in the past.

Thinking of the hazy eyes of Nightmare here, he really wondered what Master Eight Hundred Bikuni dreamed about to make such a gaffe.

Did you dream about Abe Seimei again?Or dreamed of someone else?

There was no way to confirm the general guess, and the thoughts flowed in Nightmare's mind. Seeing that he was silent, Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni didn't expect to get any information from him.

After she let go of her hand, Nightmare knelt back to the ground again, a smile appeared on his face with his head half down, and that kind of smile elicited low laughter.

"Master Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni," Nightmare suddenly asked her, "Is this question very important to you?"

The eight hundred bhikkhunis who heard this did not answer.

After a while, she stared at Nightmare's face and said flatly, "No."

Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni turned his eyes away: "It's just an insignificant person."

Hearing that Nightmare squinted her eyes, she could hear her insincere words, and at the same time she was sure of one thing—it might not be Abe Seimei who she dreamed about this time.

It was someone else, who even she herself didn't want to admit that she cared about the other person.

While hiding the memory of the other person in her heart, she was resisting her concern for that person.

Thinking of how she was trapped in such a struggle, Nightmare became more and more obsessed with her in this state.

"Master Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni," Nightmare gently held her fingers, and pressed his red lips against her knuckles. He closed his eyes and sniffed the scent emanating from her body, and said softly, "Wait until I'm done." After completing the task assigned by Lord Onimai Tsuji, if you are willing to praise me, I will tell you the answer you want."

Eight Hundred Bhikkuni lowered his eyes slightly, and suddenly asked him: "What mission?"

Nightmare laughed and opened his eyes: "It's a very important task..."

Seeing that Bhikkhuni looked away casually, Nightmare thought she didn't care about this kind of thing, but instead fully revealed the content of the mission: "Master Onimai Tsuji asked me to find the little ghost wearing the flower earrings, and then kill him. Him, bring his head back to him."

It was said that the voice of Babai Bhikkhuni came faintly: "There were several ghosts who received the same task before, but they... all failed."

Nightmare didn't know why Babaichuni suddenly mentioned this, but it didn't prevent him from reading comprehension: "So are you worried about me?"

The Sleeping Ghost, whose appearance is almost feminine, smiled happily with anticipation: "I won't be like them. I got the blood of Lord Onimai Tsuji, and I also got your expectations."

He said to her: "So I will definitely bring the victory back, even if it's not for Lord Onimai Tsuji, I will definitely return to you after victory."

Even though Nightmare said such words to her with full confidence, Eight Hundred Bhikkuni seemed to have seen his future.

What she is thinking about now is not whether Nightmare can really win, but she is thinking-why Onimai Tsuji is always obsessed with Kamado Tanjiro's head.

Or, what he is really obsessed with is not Tanjiro Kamado's head, but... the pair of flower earrings under his ears.

The shadow left by Ji Guoyuanyi on Guiwu Tsuji Wumi was too deep, just seeing the pair of flower earrings that belonged to Ji Guoyuanyi was enough to distort Guiwu Tsuji's face, and now Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou has passed Seikako found out that Kamado Tanjiro used [God of Fire Kagura], what kind of thoughts did he have?

Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni's absent-mindedness did not dampen Nightmare's confidence, and before completing the task, it would be futile to comment on the result.

He knelt down in front of the eight hundred bhikkhunis, and retreated as silently as when he came.

The moonlight was cool and thin, reflecting the tranced face of Eight Hundred Bhikkhunis.

The swordsman who uses the initial breath, the eight hundred bhikkuni actually knows what the sun breath he uses is.

What exactly is Kagura, the God of Fire, is also known to the Eight Hundred Bhikkhunis.

The breathing methods mastered by the swordsmen of the Ghost Killing Team today are all derived from the initial breathing and are more suitable for their own physical conditions. These breathing methods are also used in conjunction with their different sword styles. To achieve the purpose of exerting one's own strength to the extreme.

And those swordsmen called the sword style they used as [type].

Strictly speaking, the breath of the sun and Kagura, the god of fire, are actually not the same thing.The breath of the sun is actually a method of breathing, and Kagura, the god of fire, is its [type].

Not only that, although she has not mastered the breathing method of the sun's breath, but the eight hundred bhikkuni actually also mastered the fire god Kagura, and it can even be said that she was the best at the fire god Kagura before Kuniyuanichi people.

Eight hundred bhikkhunis know better than anyone about Kagura, the god of fire.

Yabaichuni, who used to be a shrine maiden in many shrines, was once the only shrine maiden qualified to stand on the altar and dance the Kagura of the God of Fire—and this is the Kagura dance used to worship and pray for blessings in the shrine of the God of Fire.

This is not to say how difficult it is to learn the movements of Fire God Kagura, or how strict the conditions are to learn Fire God Kagura, on the contrary - every movement of Fire God Kagura is not difficult , as long as you practice hard and spend enough time, even ordinary people without any talent can learn all the movements of the fire god Kagura through the accumulation of time.

But it is only able to learn the movements of Kagura, the god of fire.

It is not a simple matter to jump out of the true and complete God of Fire Kagura, and to qualify as a shrine maiden on the altar during sacrifices.

At least before the eight hundred bhikkhunis entered the Shrine of the Fire God, the dance of the Fire God Kagura had not appeared in the Fire God Festival for nearly a hundred years.

Because the complete God of Fire Kagura needs to dance continuously from the moment the sacrificial ceremony begins, and can't stop until the sacrificial ceremony is completely over-and this process takes up to three days .

For ordinary people, even simply keeping the requirement of not eating or drinking for three days is enough to make them weak to the point of dying, not to mention that they need to dance non-stop for a moment when performing the Vulcan sacrificial ceremony.

Adhering to the idea of ​​rather lacking than excessive, this also indirectly led to the fact that for a long period of time, in the shrine of the God of Fire, there were no shrine maidens who could climb the altar and jump out of Kagura, the God of Fire.

——Until the eight hundred bhikkhuni stepped into that shrine.

She is the god-like shrine maiden who made Kagura, the god of fire, reappear in the fire god festival.

The priests described the scene at that time for her. In the Fire God Festival, where Kagura, the god of fire, revived after nearly a hundred years, the dancing figure of the eight hundred bhikkhunis was permanently left on the picture scroll.

It's just... With the passage of time, the fire god's shrine has long been weathered and dilapidated, and everything about the fire god Kagura has been buried in a corner that no one knows about.