cloudy day

"Ayin, the thing I fear the most... is death."

With silver hair and natural curly hair, he raised his scarlet eyes to look at the hazy sky, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After all, after death, you can see that person again.

"However..." A cold light flashed in his eyes, and his eyes locked on the few people in front of him who were already showing timidity, his voice was as cold as the moonlight dripping on a winter night.

"Because of the same reason, what I'm most afraid of...is death!" Before he finished speaking, a silvery white figure appeared in front of one of them like a ghost.

A hand knife hit the man's neck heavily, and the sound of bones breaking exploded in the dark alley.

The confused pupils gradually expanded, and then there was a muffled sound of the body falling to the ground, and there was an unrepentant corpse on the ground.

Everyone involuntarily took a step back.

The blood-soaked man in front of him had eyes like a ghost, like a Yaksha walking through the dark night.

The man in the lead yelled with low confidence: "What are you afraid of! That guy is seriously injured and won't last long! Besides, Mr. Takasugi said, we will see his body today!"

When the other people were reminded by the leading man, they rushed forward as if they were dead.

They have seen the governor's methods before, anyway, going back will be a dead end, they might as well try hard, maybe there is still a glimmer of life.

A dozen of them have a chance of winning against a seriously injured person.

When he heard the word "Takasugi", a trace of sadness and sarcasm flashed across Shiroyasha's face, and the movements of his hands became more ruthless.

White shadows and black shadows entangled in the dark alley, and wailing echoed in the damp air from time to time.

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Toshiro Hijikata, vice-chairman of the Discipline Committee and class leader of 3z, was on his way home.

Because I have to prepare for the school festival, I have been home late for the past few days.

The damp air made this bad-tempered boy even more irritable, his slender phoenix eyes glanced at the hazy sky, and his brows were tightly frowned.

It's going to rain soon.

He didn't have the petty habit of checking the weather forecast before going out and choosing whether to bring an umbrella or not.Moreover, he lives alone, and no one will remind him that there will be a heavy rain today.

Scratching his hair irritably, Toshiro Hijikata turned and walked in another direction.

There was a small alley over there, the shortcut to the tenement he rented.Because it's dark and dusty inside, he doesn't go around very often.

When stepping into the alley, a gust of wind blew out from inside, carrying a faint smell of blood.

Toshiro Hijikata, who is often referred to as the "Deputy Chief of Demons", shuddered, and then immediately hypnotized himself. It must be an illusion, that's right.

Taking a deep breath, Tufang quickened his pace.

For fear of being caught by something under his feet, Tufang kept his head down, until a slight noise suddenly sounded in the empty alley, and he subconsciously raised his head—then froze in place.

Silver-white hair, scarlet eyes, bloody Yaksha.

Just about to scream "Ghost" out of character, the next second, the strange red color has disappeared.

Then, with a plop, the man who was leaning on the wall lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

It was only then that Tufang came to his senses that it was a person.

However, that look in his eyes really made him think that he saw a hundred ghosts wandering at night.

Ruthless, sad, mocking - and a strong desire to survive.

As if something was touched in his heart, Hijikata involuntarily approached the bruised man and turned his body over. Even though it was stained with blood and dust, even in dim light, Hijikata could still see that it was a beautiful face.

The facial features are exquisite and impeccable, the complexion is fair, the eyelashes cast clear shadows, and the beautifully shaped thin lips are tightly pressed, exuding an abstinence atmosphere.The hair color is a rare silvery white, which is extraordinarily dazzling in the dark night.

Such a beautiful person, but with the eyes of evil spirits - like a mixture of angels and demons, unexpectedly attractive.

and many more……

Ahhhhh what is he thinking!What kind of adjectives is he messing around with a suspicious, unsuspecting person of unknown origin!Staying with Kondo-san for too long has also lowered IQ? How can it be repaired!

After complaining, the deputy chief of the ghost still carefully pulled the man up from the ground, and then took a lot of effort to get him on his back, cursing and swearing but his movements were unexpectedly gentle, and he carefully avoided the wound.

With a mysterious man on his back, Hijikata quickened his pace and walked in the intended direction.

When turning the corner, Tufang glanced at another alley, but of course he couldn't see anything because the sky was darker.

But the strong smell of blood made him very concerned.

It seems that he picked up a big trouble.

The man's soft hair was itchy near his neck, Hijikata frowned, and quickened his pace.

After arriving home, Hijikata Toshiro tried his best to put the man on the bed as gently as possible, but because he also had a serious wound on his back, the man was still woken up by the pain.

Silver hair with natural curly hair didn't seem to understand the situation when he opened his eyes, and his confused look was a bit cute.

When the word cute popped up, Hijikata immediately carried out self-denial and in-depth self-criticism.

Ahhhhh Hijikata Shiro, what are you thinking? Is your thinking circuit okay to use such adjectives for a grown man? Damn it!

But the confusion in those red eyes quickly disappeared, replaced by what he had seen before - the eyes of evil spirits.

Even knowing that the man who lost a lot of blood in front of him was not lethal, Hijikata still felt a little shuddering.

With such eyes, what kind of world has he been living in?

"Who are you?" The voice was very cold, but nice.

"Earthwork [-] Lang."

The silver-haired man's eyes drifted to the school uniform that Hijikata was wearing with the words "Gintama High School" printed on the chest, and then the guard in his eyes disappeared, and the murderous aura in the air disappeared.

He gently closed his eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Not sarcastic, not bloodthirsty, not cruel, but, really - a smile from the heart.

There is also a bit of a foolish air.

"I didn't expect Ah Yin to be rescued by a kid who hasn't grown all hair yet."

Hijikata, who was stunned by the other party's extremely lethal smile, recovered for a while, and retorted without any momentum: "You are the brat! I have grown up, okay! And you just treat you like this The savior spoke?!"

The man half-opened his dead fish eyes, looking like he was still asleep, and replied in an impatient tone: "Ah——I'm so annoying, why don't you have the spirit of selfless dedication at all. You should embrace it when saving people." It doesn’t matter if the other party won’t thank you at all, and then say this is what I should do?”

"What's okay, what's okay!" Hijikata Toshiro jumped his feet angrily but couldn't speak to him, regretting his behavior of picking up this rascal man home was so green in his stomach.

There's no such thing as a ghost here.I must have misunderstood such a strong desire to survive, how can I fix it!

At this time, the deputy chief of the ghost didn't know that the silver-haired natural curly with half-closed dead fish eyes in front of him would become the most important person in his life.