I live longer than the incomparable

The dark night is soaked in the cold wind, and the fallen cherry blossoms float in the wind and fall in the quiet pool on the water surface.

Eight hundred bhikkhuni was sitting alone on the veranda, with a low table in front of her, on which were warm wine and side dishes, against the quiet night, as if she was waiting for someone.

There was a very slight sound of falling to the ground in the courtyard. Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni raised his face and looked in the direction of the sound. The youthful Primordial Ghost stood under the moonlight, and his short curly black hair fell on his cheeks. side.

He was wearing an elegant shirt and suit, as if he had taken into account the coldness of the night, and he had a black coat on his shoulders.

Guiwu Tsuji stared at her silently, his clothes curved in the wind, as if being torn by something in the darkness, his red plum-colored eyes were full of dark colors.

"You're here." Eight Hundred Bikuni said softly.

Her expression was still so calm, as if nothing had happened, and even in a trance, Guiwu Tsuji had an illusion - at this moment, it was like the countless nights before this, the late Guiwu Tsuji When Wu Mi came home, he happened to meet the eight hundred bhikkuni who hadn't fallen asleep yet.

But the actual situation is not the case.

Onimai Tsuji's heart cooled down a little bit, his body felt the surrounding air, and the smell of wisteria flowers filled the air.

Even in the realm of Oni Wu Tsuji, the wisteria flower has no effect on him, but he still doesn't like this smell at all.

The mansion of the Ubuya Shiki family is unexpectedly familiar to Onimai Tsuji. When he was a human being many years ago, the mansion of this family looked like this. Thousands of years have passed, but the one in front of him seems to be from a memory. Out of the bones.

"I am coming."

Oni Wu Tsuji responded silently.

The eight hundred bhikkhuni raised his face slightly, looking at the moon hanging high in the sky, the full moon under the cover of the thin clouds leaked light light sparsely, and fell gently on the shoulder of Kimai Tsuji.

She suddenly smiled, and the same gentle moonlight was reflected in her well-shaped eyes: "The moonlight tonight is so beautiful."

But Ghost Dance Tsuji has no misery but has no time to appreciate it.Not only that, but he was even thinking that no matter how beautiful the moonlight is, the Eight Hundred Bhikkhunis are doomed not to be able to see it again.

"It's a pity," Guiwu Tsuji said sarcastically, "You won't be able to see him anymore."

His words didn't make the smile on the face of Babaichuni fade away, she moved her eyes, and showed such a smile in front of Guiwu Tsuji.

Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi suddenly had strange heart palpitations - not from sexual desire, but from emotion.

"I've been thinking about the same question for a long time." Eight Hundred Bikuni said softly, as if he was really talking with him - even the current atmosphere and occasion are not even half suitable.

"Is eternal life really a gift from heaven?" She moved her neck, lowered her head slightly, and picked up the wine glass on the low table.

It was only at this time that Gui Wu Tsuji realized that there was also a round cushion opposite her, and the exquisite wine glass was filled with bright wine.

[It's like... waiting for him on purpose. 】

He didn't speak, just stood in the courtyard, his feet were stepping on finely crushed stones, his crow-black curly hair was occasionally blown by the wind, and the ends of his hair scratched his cheeks lightly.

"From the moment I got an immortal body, I have been thinking, where will my end be?" Babaichuni said to herself, turning the wine glass in front of her.

"But no matter how much I thought about it, no matter how much I searched, I couldn't get the answer. The so-called all living beings will go to the same destination, and it doesn't have any real meaning for an existence like me."

Eight hundred bhikkuni sighed, she raised her face, and turned her gaze to Gui Wu Tsuji Mimi again.

She said, "Until you show up in front of me."

The surroundings were almost eerily quiet, and Oni Wu Tsuji Muchan seemed to be able to hear the sound of his own heart beating.

"yes."

He spoke indifferently, seemingly unmoved in the slightest.

But the expression of Babaichuni at this moment can be regarded as the most vivid appearance he has seen in many years, and her eyes seemed to be immersed in the moonlight, washed by the bright and clear moonlight.

"I am not joking, nor am I talking nonsense." Eight hundred bhikkhuni said to him, "I am so happy when you reach out to me."

At that time, the eight hundred bhikkhuni spent a long time alone, but she couldn't reach the end of her only confidant. Before she even had time to say anything to Qingming, she had already ushered in the end of Qingming.

And there was only endless regret in her heart.

At that time, the eight hundred bhikkhuni needed something else to fill this loneliness, so she couldn't refuse the hand extended by others, no matter whether the other party was a human or a ghost, the long life was too lonely, if everything around her No, no one is there, that is the saddest thing.

With such words on his mouth, and the same smile on his face, such an expression really made Gui Wu Tsuji startled for a moment, and he almost believed her words.

But in fact, Guiwu Tsuji still remembers the expression when she looked at him at the beginning, there was no wave in those empty eyes, and he didn't take him in the slightest.

He has always felt this way, Yabaichuni doesn't care about anyone or anything, she is always like this, too quiet and silent, making it difficult for Kimai Tsuji to read her mind.

He never heard what her heart was saying.

She stretched out her slender hand, and her white wrist was moving lightly. Guiwu Tsuji saw her fill the wine glass in front of her with wine, and then raised the glass.

"Want a drink?"

He saw what was on her finger, and when she was pouring wine, Guiwu Tsuji's eyes subconsciously fell on her finger, and the ring put on by his own hand was still not taken off by her.

Guiwu Tsuji's heart suddenly fluttered, he didn't even know what he was thinking at this time, should he answer what she said?Still thinking about what her actions represent?

The eight hundred bhikkhunis had never said such words to him before, nor had they shown him such a look—without the slightest distraction, as if they really just wanted to sit with him.

His footsteps walked over as if uncontrollably, and stopped in front of her, Guiwu Tsuji looked at her face, and saw that her neck was fragile and slender.

Oni Wu Tsuji had cut such a slender neck countless times, but each time she would radiate a sun-like flame in the pool of blood, like a god or monster beyond human comprehension in strange ancient events, in an instant. Reborn in the overflowing shattered light.

He had also thought countless times about what he would use to end the life of Eight Hundred Bhikkhunis.

But this kind of doubt is an unsolvable problem, and it is a suspense that cannot be answered even by Oni Mai Tsuji, who told the lie of "The Blue Higan Flower Can Kill You".

He sat down on the round cushion opposite her, and glanced at the wine glass in front of him without any expression.

"Can I drink?" She asked suddenly.

Guiwu Tsuji only found it ironic-they had been together for so many years, but she didn't even know such a trivial matter.

On a normal day, he would definitely have bluntly pierced such irony into her flesh and blood, but at this moment... Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou remained silent.

He didn't move.

The eight hundred bhikkhuni had already drank the wine in the glass, she put the glass on the table, and sighed softly: "It's so good."

Guiwu Tsuji suddenly remembered the past, and it seemed that at some point, she had said the same thing in the same tone—but no matter whether it was this time or that time, Guiwu Tsuji didn't understand what she was doing. It's good to feel something.

How nice is the moonlight?How about a good drink?Or... is this situation really good?

Strange thoughts popped up one by one from Guiwu Tsuji's mind like this, but slowly dissipated.

And Babaichuni also continued to speak: "I have always had one regret."

Oni Wu Tsuji looked at her in surprise. Although she drank, her cheeks were not flushed, and her eyes were not intoxicated, they were still very clear.

But every word Babaichuni said at this time seemed to be telling him the words that he had buried in his heart for a long time.

"What... sorry."

As if he was also infected by her state, Guiwu Tsuji Wumi actually took her words and asked her what to do next.

Eight Hundred Bhikkuni fell into the memory, her eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings: "A long time ago, I had one thing that I didn't finish."

She said: "Many years ago, on such a beautiful moonlit night, I was sitting with another person on the porch of the shrine. I suddenly realized that I seemed to have a lot to say to him, but I didn't know what to say. Where to start."

It was precisely because of this hesitation that she did not realize that Qingming, who was sitting opposite her at that time, was already very old and dying.

His skin was no longer as fair as when they first met, and he couldn't even hold the wine glass with his fingers—but even so, he still came to the appointment, because Seimei knew very well that this must be the last time they met.

After that night, no one would sit with her on the verandah under the beautiful moonlight, and even just chatting was enough to pass the boring time.

"I want to tell him..." Eight hundred bhikkuni was clearly recalling the past, but her gaze fell on Kimai Tsuji, and she said, "Please take me away with you." Come on, let me also be able to go with you to the destination you are about to reach."

Her voice was not loud, but Onimai Tsuji's hand holding the wine glass unconsciously tightened, directly crushing the wine glass in his hand.

The wine flowed down the gap when the glass body was split, and fell on Onimai Tsuji's lap together with the fragments. The elegant handmade suit was destroyed in this way, but its owner didn't take the slightest time to take care of it.

Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi really wanted to ask her, why did she mention things that had nothing to do with him so long ago in front of him at this moment.

What's more, the identity of the person she said was so special, no man would face this fact calmly when he heard that his wife had been thinking about another man.

But Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou was stunned suddenly, he suddenly realized what he was thinking, and such thoughts were enough to keep him silent for a long time.

The movement when the wine glass shattered was actually not that loud, but in today's overly quiet environment, all the sudden sounds are particularly distinct.

But Babaichuni didn't seem to notice his gaffe at all, but stared at the wine glass in front of him, and filled it up when it was empty.

Guiwu Tsuji felt dizzy, but it took him a long time to squeeze out a few words: "...that's really a pity."

Eight hundred bhikkhuni laughed suddenly, not the soft smile before, but a low laugh.Such a smile made Guiwu Tsuji Wumi a little bit confused about her, but then he thought that he had never seen her clearly.

If Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou really understood her, he wouldn't be sitting here, listening to her speak a sentence he had never heard before.

It was precisely because the posture she showed at this time was too unfamiliar, and the words she said were too rare, so it was difficult for Oni Wu Tsuji to restrain her urge to continue listening.

If it was a normal day, perhaps the Eight Hundred Bhikkhunis would have already been separated from their bodies at this time, and had been resurrected from the blood all over the ground.

But at this moment, he still hasn't turned his face.

Onimai Tsuji sat quietly on the veranda, the light from the lantern in the Japanese room caressed his cheeks, casting flickering lights on his face.

"No," Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni said suddenly, "It's not a pity anymore."

She let out a deep breath, as if she was finally freed from something.

The eight hundred bhikkhuni looked at Guiwu Tsuji: "Because I finally said it this time."

Even if it's not to Seimei, but to Onimai Tsuji.

Oni Wu Tsuji was stunned for a moment, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and was about to speak, but was interrupted by Eight Hundred Bhikkuni - what she said made Oni Wu Tsuji constrict his pupils violently.

"You're lying to me," she said.

The moment these words fell into his ears, Oni Wu Tsuji had only one first reaction. In fact, he could have pretended not to know anything and continued to maintain this precarious superficial calm.

but……

On his clenched fist, the bulging veins on the back of his hand directly exposed himself.

However, Bhikkhuni Baba pierced through the last cover and said bluntly: "You have been lying to me all this time. The statement that the blue Bana flower can kill me is false from beginning to end."

Her voice was very calm, so calm that it was no different from any words she had said before, but Gui Wu Tsuji Mumi strangely heard other emotions from it, and such emotions tightly strangled his mind.

It was difficult for him to think about anything, but silence was equivalent to acquiescing—with Oni Wu Tsuji's character, if she guessed wrong, she would definitely get ridiculed or sneered from Oni Wu Tsuji.

Eight Hundred Bikuni felt irony more than him, everything was false, even more boring than absurd and illusory dreams.

The connection between them has been built on lies and deceit from the very beginning, and it is a distorted flower cultivated and bred with rotten hypocrisy as fertilizer.

"How ridiculous." Eight hundred bhikkhuni said softly.

It was cold all around.

Oni Wu Tsuji clearly wore more clothes than her, and clearly had already escaped from the weakness of human beings, but he felt that the wine dripping on his lap was bitingly cold - the fragments of the wine glass seemed to be deep embedded in his flesh and blood.

"Is that why?"

Oni Wu Tsuji was silent for a long time before giving such an answer.

Because he lied to Eight Hundred Bhikkuni, she was about to betray him.

Hearing such words, the eight hundred bhikkhuni seemed to suddenly lose all the blood on her face. She quietly watched Gui Wu Tsuji Mumi, her skin showing a kind of porcelain-like paleness.

She opened her mouth, and had a clearer understanding of Oni Wu Tsuji Mumi sitting in front of her.

Yes, he is such an existence.

The Yabaichuni clearly knew it all the time—Kimai Tsuji is arrogant and self-centered, never considering other people's feelings, and never understanding and caring about anyone's existence from the bottom of his heart.

He was just like this, a ferocious and cruel evil ghost.

But Bhikkhuni Eight Hundred deeply engraved his figure in his sight and kept him in his mind.

"What kind of dream are you... dreaming?"

Such a question made Guiwu Tsuji Wumi suddenly calm down when he met her gaze. He had heard such a question before, and it was also said from her mouth.

But the problem at that time was not for him, but for Hei Simou.

At the last moment, Hei Si Mou probably reverted back to Ji Guo Yan Sheng, the weak human identity that he had given up and distorted by himself.

But Guiwu Tsuji couldn't understand, why would someone willingly give up powerful power and immortality to pursue other things?

The dream that Onimai Tsuji is dreaming is a dream that will never die—just like everything that the Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni has now.

But the eight hundred bhikkhunis are longing for death, heading for the end of those human beings.

"Wu Mi," she called him suddenly, her voice was gentle and intimate, and the eight hundred bhikkhuni seemed to have thought of something very happy, although the current situation should not be happy anyway.

Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi suddenly felt a chill in his heart, what could make the Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni happy?

What she has been pursuing for a long time, she said when we first met today, she said that she has found it...

Guiwu Tsuji doesn't know what such a thing is. Has Yabaichuni found something that can make her die, go to the underworld, and meet Abe Seimei, whom she has missed for thousands of years?

Such thoughts are deeply engraved in the pupils of the primordial ghost—in his eyes, the thoughts belong to the Eight Hundred Bhikkhunis.

This kind of thought has even been hidden deep in her heart for thousands of years. Along with the memory of another man, she buried it in the most secret dream for a long time.

【Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni, is this the dream? 】

Thinking of such a fact, Guiwu Tsuji couldn't contain the anger rising in his heart. He didn't want to talk to Eight Hundred Bikuni anymore—at least not at this moment.

Onimai Tsuji Mumi will destroy the Demon Slayer Squad tonight. This is a fact he firmly believes in, and it is precisely with this belief that he came to the mansion of Maiyashiki.

He will take her back to Infinity City after finishing the Ghost Killing Squad. From now on, she no longer needs to think about which day the weather is clearer, nor does she need to think about which night the night is more beautiful.

And they still had a long, long time to tell what kind of dream she was having.

——*——

At the moment when Oni Wu Tsuji tried to get up, the eight hundred bhikkhuni seemed to have seen his intention, she brushed away the arrangement on the low table, leaned over and hugged his neck.

The eight hundred bhikkuni hugged him tightly, her forehead was pressed against the forehead of Oni Mai Tsuji, the familiar touch was like those countless nights.

She kissed Onimai Tsuji's lips, but the strength seemed to tear his flesh off.

It is clear that Oni Wu Tsuji Wumi is the [ghost], but at this time the original ghost feels that she is more like an evil ghost who has lost his mind.

In fact, such a move could not cause any harm to Oni Wu Tsuji at all, but his thoughts were messed up by her movements. Oni Wu Tsuji subconsciously put his palm on her back, but suddenly noticed that The curvature of her lips.

[Eight hundred bhikkhunis are laughing. 】

At first he didn't understand why she was laughing, but soon he knew - the sky filled with flames rose from the mansion of the obstetrician, and with the sound of explosion/explosion, the blazing flames engulfed the entire oberu Yashiki mansion.

Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi suddenly realized that maybe what she said before were all false.

[It's just a deliberate hypocrisy to delay him. 】

But that kind of Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni made Guiwu Tsuji Wumi fall into a trance, even though he knew that her behavior was too weird, he still felt—maybe it would not be unbearable to just accompany her to act like this.

But when his own body was destroyed in the explosion and the recovery time was delayed by the excessively hot flames, he subconsciously searched for the figure of Eight Hundred Bhikkuni in the flames.

She will also be resurrected in such a flame, but the resurrected body-a body that is identical to a human being, cannot resist such a flame.

The Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni will continue to repeat the process of resurrection and death in such a flame until she climbs out of the flame or waits until the flame is extinguished.

On the [-]th floor of Asakusa, when they suddenly encountered an earthquake that day, Oni Wu Tsuji Wuyou also subconsciously hugged her into his arms—it was the future Thoughtful, instinctive actions.

In fact, this can already prove that the eight hundred monks have a special status in his heart. Even if she has made such a betrayal, Gui Wu Tsuji can't forgive her, but he can't leave her.

For too long in the past, even if they were only involved because of lies and deceit, he would not let everything end after the lie was exposed.

【it's not finished yet. 】

Oni Wu Tsuji had no misfortune to think that it would not end here.

——*——

There are other traps hidden in the explosives. The huge number of thorn balls created by the blood ghost technique hindered Onimai Tsuji's movements, and when he was pierced into the body by the thorns that grew out of those thorn balls , only to suddenly realize that something strange happened to his body.

He was obviously in the raging fire, but his thigh seemed to be frozen by something, and the biting chill spread from his leg to his whole body.

In less than an instant, Gui Wu Tsuji understood the reason why he had such a strange state-it was the wine glass that was crushed at that time-the eight hundred bhikkhuni had already poured the wine in it.

The glass was already full before Onimai Tsujimi arrived at the Ubayashiki mansion.

He didn't know what was in there, but what he could know was that the toxins that had invaded his body were far beyond the cognition of Oni Wu Tsuji.

He had never seen anything like it.

[Too ironic. 】

Onimai Tsuji thought to himself, when he was looking for the figure of Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni in the flames, maybe the other party was secretly mocking and rejoicing on Oniwu Tsuji's stupidity.

Was she going to do this just because of a lie?

It's hard for Oni Wu Tsuji to understand, it's clear that Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni always looked like she couldn't see anything in the past, and she always seemed unable to produce any emotional fluctuations, but everything she did now made Oni Wu Tsuji Wu Mi was as humiliated as if someone had slapped her face hard.

This was the greatest insult he had ever suffered in his life, and it even covered up the pity that he was predicted not to be able to live past the age of 20 when he was a human being. He couldn't wait for this to end.

Then find out the eight hundred bhikkuni, and return all these things to her twice.

——*——

The infinite city enveloped the entire ghost killing team, and the ghost dance Tsuji was hidden in the core area by Naruto. In order to delay the wounded and poisoned ghost dance Tsuji for long enough, Naruto and the other three went to the battle Hold all the pillars of Ghost Slayer together.

Among the ghost killing team, only [Pillar]-level members of the ghost killing team are threatening, and the other ordinary members are better sent to Mr.

With such an idea in mind, Naruto continued to use her own blood ghost technique to continuously send all the ghosts that Kimai Tsuji had gathered in advance to the place where the members of the ghost killing team were.

And the other Shangxian also clearly have their own opponents.

Yiwozuo met the purgatory Xingshourou who was unable to solve the infinite train incident and failed to turn it into a ghost. Tong Mo met the younger sister of the [Style] Butterfly Kanae whom he had killed. , and not long after becoming a ghost, the former swordsman of the ghost killing team, Yan Yue, who was promoted to the sixth on the string, met his fellow apprentice, my wife Zenyi.

The so-called fate is probably like this.

Just tonight, everyone will face their own destiny.

——*——

"I have always felt that destiny is like gods and bliss, something that has no certainty or possibility of existence."

The ghost of bliss with rainbow-colored eyes was sent by Naruto to a space very similar to the lotus pond of Wanshi Bliss Sect. A winding path made of wood was placed on the lotus pond, and he was surrounded by female believers and the lotus pond. Many female members of the Demon Slayer Squad.

"I'm really lucky~"

As Tong Mo said this, he unfurled his weapon.The golden iron fan opened in his hands, what could have been used as an ornament, turned into a murderous weapon in his hands.

The smiling devil's body was spattered with blood, but his eyes were still so bright and beautiful, as clean as a rainbow that appeared in the sky when the sun cleared after the rain.

Tong Mo looked at these girls who had lost their lives with compassionate eyes, while saying how pitiful, let me take you to bliss, while holding them in his arms, devouring their bodies.

It was at such a moment that someone broke into his pure land of bliss and interrupted his act of taking them to bliss.

It was a petite swordsman of the Ghost Slayer Squad, who seemed to be the pillar of the Ghost Slayer Squad. Tong Mo watched with interest as her eyes were full of anger and hatred when she was looking at him.

She pulled the feathers on her body, as if to let him see more clearly, and asked him through gritted teeth if he remembered the feathers.

Tong Mo's memory has always been very good, he has never been like Mr. Eight Hundred Pikkuni, who always forgets even very important things.So Tong Mo thought, he should remember.

He did remember.It was the haori worn by a [Pillar] he killed several years ago.Not only that, but the girl in the ghost slaying team also wore the same butterfly hair ornament on her head as the girl today.

"So it's you!" Remembering who she was talking about, Tong Mo was extremely happy, but he soon remembered the regrets at the beginning, and his happiness could not last long.

"It's such a pity," Tong Mo spread his hands and said, "It was a waste of not being able to eat her back then, but it doesn't matter, I will definitely eat you today. Your name is Shinobu, isn't it Xiao Ren?"

As if chatting with someone he just met, Tong Mo happily called her name, saying that Xiao Ren really worked hard and was very fast, "Among all the pillars I have seen, there is such a speed Too little!"

It was clearly a life-and-death battle, but Tong Mo was as frivolous as if he was playing a game, as if everything they were doing now was just slapstick, and after the slapstick was over, we were still good friends.

But Die Die Ren doesn't think so. In her opinion, even if she has to sacrifice her own life, she must kill the evil spirit in front of her.

But Tong Mo, after all the toxins in Butterfly Ninja's sword were injected into his body, while easily decomposing the toxins, he said proudly and regretfully: "Little Ninja is really powerful! It's just that this toxin will soon disappear. It is decomposed, you have also discovered it, the speed of decomposing the toxin is getting faster and faster, it is impossible without a more powerful poison~"

Butterfly couldn't bear his playful attitude, nor could he bear his hypocritical pity.

"Your speed is really fast, maybe this speed can cut off my head, but it's a pity that Shinobi's strength is too weak, just using poison can't kill me~"

The moment such words popped out of Tong Mo's mouth, it would only make Die Die Ren's nausea and hatred surge more violently. She didn't want to hear her name being spoken from the ghost's mouth, so she still used this disgusting expression. tone.

And just as the battle between Butterfly Ninja and Tong Mo came to a brief pause, someone else broke into this space.

There is also a butterfly hair ornament on her head, a girl who is related to Butterfly Ninja and Butterfly Kanae can be seen at a glance, and...a boy with a fox mask on his face, but an overly familiar aura.

"Oh~" Tong Mo half-covered his chin, showing a bright smile: "I didn't expect to meet again under such circumstances..."

It was clear that he didn't specify who he was talking to, but all three people present suddenly realized that it was To Inosuke.

"Inosuke." Tong Mo smiled and called out his name.

The body of the boy wearing the uniform of the Ghost Slayer Squad instantly stiffened. In fact, from the moment he saw this ghost, strange thoughts suddenly popped up in his mind.This kind of thought is different from the other two, it is not hatred, but...familiarity and peace of mind.

【how could be? 】

Inosuke thought, he is clearly a swordsman of the Demon Slayer Team, why would he feel such a way about a ghost, especially if the opponent is a ghost who is wound up.

The ghost with the "winding string" engraved in its eyes showed a loving expression, closed the pair of fans that were weapons in his hands, and put them behind him, as if he was trying to hide something.

"Hey, Yabai must be angry when Inosuke saw this appearance..." Tong Mo nodded his forehead in distress, but suddenly remembered something, raised his face and said: " No, Yabai doesn't even want Inosuke to know the existence of ghosts...but what are you wearing now, Inosuke?"

His tone changed suddenly, and the expression on his face also restrained, "Take it off quickly, throw away this clothes, and then come behind me, I will protect you, Inosuke. Wait until I get rid of these two things." I'm a member of the Demon Slayer Squad, so I'll take Inosuke to a safer place."

He was talking, as if he had fallen into some kind of fantasy, as if he was talking to them, or talking to himself.

Tong Mo said: "Babai will definitely praise me for doing a good job this time, after all, I have found Inosuke who both adults and she thought were dead!"

【What is he saying? 】

Since Tong Mo said the name Inosuke, Yabai Inosuke's state has fallen into a strange maze, as if there are thousands of thoughts entangled in his mind, but he can't find the entrance no matter what.

It was clear that everything was close at hand, and when the ghost in front of him said the name "Yaobai", Inosuke suddenly realized something.

The "eight hundred" in the mouth of the wounded ghost in front of him may be his mother.

But as Tong Mo said more and more things, Inosuke felt dizzy more and more. If it wasn't for the mask, his bloodless face would be directly exposed in their field of vision.

When Inosuke realized that his mother was actually connected with this evil spirit who had killed countless people in front of him, and even seemed to have a close friendship, he could no longer calm himself down.

"Inosuke!"

Li Hua Luo Xiang Nai's voice rang in his ears, briefly awakening his reason, while Die Die Ren's words comforted him in a timely manner.

Butterfly endured and said to him: "Don't believe what ghosts say. Let alone this ghost in front of you."

"While doing cruel and twisted actions, he can show a carefree smile on the other hand, use his own blood ghost technique with killing intent, but can praise and advocate every move of the opponent..."

Die Die Ren's voice was not loud, but Tong Mo still heard every word of her with his extraordinary hearing.

"Xiao Ren!" Tong Mo yelled, but he was not angry, but elated: "I didn't expect Xiao Ren to care about me so much! I'm so touched!"