Don't suffer the fate of Lao Tzu's family! [Master Ghost Extermination]

I sat on the floor of the courtyard veranda with my feet dangling in the air, swinging my legs leisurely.

Not long after the sun set, the dark blue sky became darker and darker as time passed, and the long river inlaid with stars ran through the black sky.

The red sun is sinking to the west, and the temperature brought by the sun during the day has completely dissipated, and night has already fallen. The wisteria tree casts mottled shadows, and the crow lying on the branch shakes its head, and its bright black eyes are shaking its head. It will also blink once in a while.

On the second day of the Zhuhe meeting, Yuanyi performed the task normally. Since I beat the ghost king violently, and Yuanyi made 1800 yuan with a piece of ghost dance Tsujiwu tragedy, the morale of the ghost killing team has fallen into an unprecedentedly high morale, and they are trying to kill the ghost hidden in the dark. The ghost king was caught out and sentenced to death.

I was dragged to my place by the butterfly, and Miss Zhushi gave me various checks, but based on my understanding of the butterfly, it is absolutely impossible for this woman to wait until I wake up before attacking me. On the first day I brought it back, she drew a tube of my blood. If it wasn't for the situation, I would have been dragged into the butterfly house to be a guinea pig.

Ji Guoyan Sheng said that I was scarier than a ghost, because he didn't realize that the entire ghost killing team is really at the top of the food chain.

Ms. Zhushi said that I am afraid that in the lifetime of Yuanyi and I, Gui Wu Tsuji will never come out to dance again. Human life has an end, and as a human being, Yuan Yi cannot escape the moment of the end of life, but I have already turned into a ghost. That's another matter.

"I'm afraid Oni Wu Tsuji will take other measures." Miss Zhushi said, "What's more, you have overcome the sun, which is something that Oni Wu Tsuji has never dreamed of for hundreds of years."

"In the past few hundred years, he has been traveling around the world while creating ghosts. One is to find the blue Bana flower, and the other is to create ghosts that can defeat the sun."

"Once Miss Ge's victory over the sun is known to him, I'm afraid he will find you regardless of the consequences, and then devour you." Miss Zhu Shi frowned, falling into deep worry.

So that night I was drawn another tube of blood for research.

Butterfly held the tube of red liquid with a smile, and said in an extremely cheerful tone, "Ah, now we can have a full-body examination!"

I:"……"

The corner of my mouth twitched, resisting the urge to run away.

I, the ghost who can beat Oni Mai Tsuji, is now just a guinea pig for experiments.

Do you still remember, we are the same organization of small partners?

At the same time, Miss Zhu Shi came out from the inner room and took off her white gloves. Butterfly carefully put the blood drawn from my arm into the medicine box.

Miss Zhu Shi smiled slightly, as if she was relieved, "Ye An, Miss Song."

"Good night, Miss Zhushi."

After greeting each other politely, the three of us entered the tea room together. Since Miss Zhushi and I were both ghosts, it was inconvenient to drink wisteria flower tea, so Butterfly ran away to serve ordinary tea.

"I've checked, Miss Uta's body is fine, and she's not under the control of Oni Wu Tsuji Musai." Ms. Zhu Shi said to me while sitting on the tatami, "Also, Miss Uta's blood is different from ordinary people, so it should be possible. Reasons to get out of control."

"Different from ordinary people?" Butterfly was a little curious. After seeing all my weird ninjutsu and ninjutsu, now that I think about it, it is very appropriate to say that I am different from ordinary people.

"Probably inherited from our ancestors." I scratched my face, "It is said that our ancestors did not come from people."

The Japanese room fell into silence, and it took a long time for Butterfly to say thoughtfully, "It's possible."

I:"……"

What do you mean by possibly?

I feel like you're scolding me, but I have no proof.

"Then what is your ancestor?" Butterfly raised her eyebrows.

I curled my lips: "Anyway, it's not a ghost... It is said that it came from a fairy."

It is said that it seems to be...Sage of the Six Paths?It seems to be recorded in the archives of the Uchiha clan, but the time is too long, so I can't remember it clearly.

Butterfly pouted: "Your fairy must be as violent as you."

I fell into silence. The Uchiha clan is an ancestral militant, and the Baobuqi militant gene is inherited from the ancestors.

The three of them chatted one after another in the tea room, and the tea on the table was smoking. I picked up the teacup and took a sip of the cold tea, but found it had no taste.

The hand holding the teacup paused, and I realized that my sense of taste had changed when I became a ghost.

One of my favorite things to do is to hold a cup of hot tea with a small dish of seasonal popular desserts on the side, sit in the yard, basking in the mild afternoon sun, drinking tea and enjoying desserts, I My favorite is the sweetness of the desserts.

But I can't taste the sweetness now.

If you can't eat it, you can't eat it.

I poured the whole cup of tea down my stomach as if nothing had happened, and I put the empty cup by the table.

……

No way, it’s really annoying if you can’t eat sweets. What’s the point in life if you can’t eat sweets?

I fell into confusion, the world without sweetness must be fake, this fake world...let's destroy it...

No... what am I thinking?

Could it be that after turning into a ghost, something went wrong with the brain?

"Miss Ge." The cup was refilled with tea, and a pair of plain white hands slowly pushed the cup to my face.

I froze for a moment, "Thank you."

"Are you still used to it?" Miss Zhu Shi smiled.

"To be honest... I'm not used to it." The hand holding the teacup was bloodless, with sharp nails, and belonged to a ghost. It was not a hand I was familiar with, as if it didn't belong to me.

"When I first became a ghost, I wasn't used to it, and I didn't know what to do." Ms. Zhu Shi said, "During that time, I indulged the cannibal nature of evil ghosts to hurt people."

"Miss Ge who can maintain rationality is really brave and strong." Miss Zhu Shi lowered her eyes slightly, "If only I was half as strong and brave as Miss Ge at that time."

I was holding the teacup, and I was holding the teacup in a daze, at a loss, until Miss Zhushi pushed the porcelain plate containing the dessert in front of me.

"Miss Zhu Shi, do you want to die?" The hand holding the teacup couldn't help clenching tightly, and the temperature of the tea was clearly transmitted into the palm of the hand through the porcelain plate.

I know very well that Ms. Zhushi is a kind person by nature. The kinder a person is, the less she can tolerate herself hurting others. What's more, Ms. Zhushi, after turning into a ghost, hurt her beloved husband and children first. .

For me who couldn't keep my loved ones, I still hate Miss Zhu Shi who destroyed my home and killed her beloved husband and child with my own hands. It's hard for me to imagine her feelings for me.

It doesn’t matter if you indulge for a while, when you finally wake up, you don’t end up with yourself, but move forward with your own sins on your shoulders.

"Yes." Ms. Zhu Shi bought herself a cup of tea, "Many people don't want to die, and many people want to live a long time, that's because people need to have a longer life to achieve their goals, even if it's Ghost Mai Tsuji It's the same with no misery."

"I pursued a longer life because of my children, my husband, and my family, but all of these were destroyed by my own hands after I became a ghost."

"I don't want to live without a purpose at all." Miss Zhu Shi said softly, "What's more, for a long time, I let myself do harm to others."

"I'm still alive to atone for my sins, and I can't die for the time being until I pay off my sins."

Miss Zhu Shi smiled, her purple hyacinth-like eyes were full of emotions, pain, firmness, patience, the emotions of this life seemed to be intertwined at this moment, and presented in those eyes.

"So I want to live until Kimai Tsujimumi disappears from this world."

All emotions converged at that moment, replaced by a firm belief like a rock.

The sky in the distance turned out fish-belly clouds, and the sun traced a layer of golden outline. Miss Zhu Shi has returned to her basement, and the butterfly started to work after catching up on sleep for a while. Several wounded people were brought here this morning. , The injury needs to be dealt with by Butterfly.

Butterfly bent the corners of her eyes: "Want to help?"

I hesitated and nodded.

As for medical treatment, I am very shallow in the field, but it is not a big problem to deal with trauma. More often than not, I just give the butterfly a hand, such as passing a bandage, taking a medicine and so on.

"Arnuo..." one of the team members scratched his head, and said embarrassedly, "Is Miss Zhu Shi okay?"

Butterfly kept smiling, "What is Mr. Nozawa looking for with Miss Zhushi?"

The team member named Nozawa scratched his head: "Ah, the medicine given by Miss Zhushi last time was very effective. I want to thank her in person. If Miss Zhushi is inconvenient, please Mr. Huazhu give these to Miss Zhushi. It's a thank you gift."

Butterfly turned her nose to the bag she handed over, "Ah, it's herbal medicine."

"I will forward it to Miss Zhu Shi for you." Butterfly said with a smile.

"Thank you so much!" Nozawa made a deep bow.

I leaned on the door frame with my arms folded and looked at the men and women in the morning sun. At this moment, the world seemed very gentle.

If only the world was as gentle as it is now.

But this is not possible.

"Miss Ge, do you still remember what I mentioned to you last time, about Mr. Yuanyi's stripes?"

"Remember, what's the problem?"

"Yes, this problem is not small. None of the swordsmen with stripes has lived past the age of 25." Butterfly said, "Master Yuezhu came to me, and Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou once turned him into a ghost. The only benefit is to let him live past the age of 25."

"Is there... a solution?"

"Nothing at the moment." Butterfly said, "The stripes seem to be consuming... vitality, so Mr. Yuanyi may also..."

I pursed my lips.

Near noon, Yuanyi, who normally went out to perform tasks, came to pick me up from Butterfly House, and Butterfly closed the door with a smile: "Go slowly."

The movement was swift, and the slap when the door panels knocked together was extremely loud, Yuanyi and I stood in front of the door and fell silent.

I looked at Yuanyi, and Yuan looked at me.

Long Jiuyuan tilted his head: "Butterfly...are you angry?"

I:"……"

How would I know?

Woman heart seabed needle.

As soon as Yuan stretched out his hand, he took my hand very naturally, and walked towards home. My five fingers gathered together, and I unconsciously clenched his hand, and my steps were half a beat slower than his.

After feeling the ups and downs of my emotions, Yuanyi stopped for a while, turned his head and asked me: "Are you unhappy?"

"Yuanyi."

"I'm here."

"Don't leave me."

For a moment, Miss Zhushi's lonely and sad eyes, the eyes of a lonely person, the woman who used to sit in the deserted courtyard, the sound of crackling rain, Quan Nai's pale cheeks, and the cold spots on my shoulders The whole body poured into my head.

The world after everyone dies is too sad and painful.

I'm choking, I'm going crazy.

I can't bear such sadness and pain.

I'm scared.

So don't leave me.

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