The mutual attraction of gravity and gravitation

In the old, decaying and dusty temple, a sachet was randomly thrown in the corner where the sun could not shine, and the exquisite butterfly love flower pattern was embroidered on it.

A long and slender hand picked up the sachet, and the beautiful and gentle eyes looked down at the sachet. The knot had not been untied, and it seemed that it had been thrown here for a long time before it would be covered with dust.

"Sister, isn't this your sachet?" The slightly shorter girl behind her asked in surprise.

Butterfly Chanae smiled lightly and brushed off the dust on the sachet, and put it back into her arms: "It's my sachet, that's right."

Butterfly, a young girl with short purple hair and full of pride, frowned and said strangely, "Why did the sachet fall here?"

My sister is not someone who throws things away at will, let alone the wisteria flower sachets made by the girls in Butterfly House, which have been kept in the crow's place and will only be given out to those in need.

Wisteria flower sachets are not easy to make. The wisteria flowers must be picked and treated by special means to preserve the smell in the sachet to the maximum extent. Three to five months is the maximum period that the sachet can last.

"Probably its owner left it here because it was inconvenient for him to take it with him." Butterfly Chana Hui thought of some scratches on the sachet, such as the traces of a sharp weapon, and the silk thread was drawn to make the sachet airtight. Much lower and the fragrance escapes more quickly.

Butterfly Ren was a little confused, so: "Is it convenient to bring a sachet?"

Except for ghosts, she can't think of any kind of person who would be inconvenient to carry an ordinary sachet, but the person who can take the sachet from her sister must not be an ogre.

Given how ghosts hate wisteria flowers, they would run away if they smelled them from a distance, but how could they approach them?

"Let's go, Shinobu..." Butterfly Kanae smiled, without further explanation: "There is no place to explore here."

There has been no one living in the temple for some time, and the girl who opened the door to her in the middle of the night to accept her sachet and money bag has also disappeared.

……

With money, they can try to step out of the temple to see further afield.

"Is this Asakusa?" Nanase Masumi exclaimed, "It looks much more fashionable and prosperous."

Compared with the place where they walked all the way, Asakusa is brightly lit at night, and the clothes of pedestrians coming and going are more Western-style. Men like to wear shirts with feather knitting and wide-brimmed hats, and straight suits. It is mainly complicated and grand kimono.

Even so, the pure white kimono on Nanase Masumi's body is still very conspicuous. Pure white has a special meaning in kimono culture, and it is rare for girls to walk on the street in white.

"Chuya, I want to eat udon noodles." She said aggrievedly, clutching her hungry stomach.

It’s been a while since they came out of the temple and they haven’t eaten normal and delicious food. There are many villages outside, and there are also restaurants. But maybe because of the legend of ghosts, most of the shops don’t open at night.

It is impossible for Nanase Masumi to leave Chuya Nakahara and run out by herself. If she meets other ghosts or the ghost hunters get separated, it is difficult to meet and find each other again in this era.

Zhongyuan Zhong also took off his feathers and put it on her body, and casually glanced around: "If you want to eat, go and eat."

Although Nanase Masumi didn't mind, he didn't want her to bear these strange looks, especially because she promised him to wear white kimono all the time.

"Huh?" She grabbed Haori and asked doubtfully, "Aren't I cold?"

"Don't care if it's cold or not, just put it on." Zhong Yuan Zhong also clicked his tongue, took her hand and strode forward.

His vertical pupils swept across the people hidden in the crowd who followed silently, and he snorted coldly, pestering ghost hunters and ghosts endlessly.

"Chuya is really domineering..." Nanase Masumi muttered as she put on her clothes, threw him on his back and said cheerfully, "Let's go, I just smelled delicious udon noodles."

It's rare to come across a place like Asakusa where people come and go at night, so it must be fun, and if it's suitable, they can try to settle here.

In Asakusa, even Nakahara Chuya can go out at night.

"Don't be so noisy when you're wearing a kimono..." Nakahara Nakahara had no choice but to ask her, and only Nanase Masumi could do such an act of ignoring the intimacy of outsiders' eyes: "Where are you going?"

Holding Nakahara Chuya's shoulder, she straightened her waist and waved her hand and pointed forward: "It's just ahead, the Chuya is leaving!"

"Okay, let's go." Zhong Yuan Zhong also walked steadily among the crowd with her on his back, even if a ghost sneaked up behind him, he didn't care.

The ghost attracted by Nanase Masumi and the ghost hunter attracted by the ghost.

The characteristics of ghost eyes are really hard to hide, but seeing the interaction between Nakahara Chuya and Nanase Masumi, the slightly suspicious ghost hunter laughed at himself, raised his head and took a sip from the jug.

If ghosts could really restrain their desire to eat people and live in peace with humans, there wouldn't be so many tragedies of ghosts killing and devouring their loved ones.

The scent coming from the deep alley seduced Nanase's pure sense of smell, she stretched her neck to smell it, and shook her legs: "It seems to be going further?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned, and said in a low voice: "Could it be some black shop?"

In an era full of ghosts, you dare to open a noodle stall in a remote and dark alley. There are so many bright places in Asakusa, so you have to stay in the corner of the alley.

"Then do you still want to go?" Nanase Zhenchun pressed on Zhongya Zhongya's head, and asked sullenly: "Let's go back if Chuya doesn't want to go."

Although the udon noodles are delicious, she doesn't want to fall into a strange trap for no reason.

"You can also eat ramen. I just saw a ramen restaurant with a good business..."

Nanase Masumi looked back, it didn't smell that good, but it should be delicious if there are many guests.

Her well-behaved words softened Zhong Yuanzhong's heart, and he snorted softly: "I've come here, so I might as well go in and have a look."

Nanase Masumi cheered, her tone obviously raised with joy: "That's great!"

Nakahara Chuya couldn't stop the smile on his face, he coughed twice reservedly: "It's okay to like udon noodles, but you can't exceed your liking for me, you know?"

He definitely won't be jealous with udon noodles, but after listening to Nanase Masumi talking about it too many times, she must make sure that she doesn't put too much thought on udon noodles, causing her to accidentally step into a ghost or a ghost hunter It's just a trap.

Wrapping her soft arms around his neck, she gently rubbed him and assured him, "Of course I like Chuya the most."

The further you go to the sparsely populated place, the more obvious the sound of footsteps following behind you.

With faltering footsteps and dripping saliva, the ghost's eyes were almost slit open, and it locked tightly on the girl lying on the back of the ghost in front. He didn't understand why that guy didn't eat the thin-blooded girl .

But if he does not eat, he will be impolite.

One piece of precious thin blood can be worth dozens or hundreds of people, compared to the number of ghosts and humans, there are indeed many, but even ghosts can't eat people indefinitely to enhance their own strength.

Just like animals, it is difficult for them to eat other food before they have digested the food in their stomachs. There are only two ways for ghosts to quickly gain powerful power, that is, to get more blood from the king of ghosts. Or people who keep eating more.

And thin blood is equivalent to a high-end meal for them, and their strength can be increased by tens or hundreds of times with just one meal.

Even ignoring the ghost hunter behind him, the evil ghost swung its claws and grabbed Nanase Zhenchun's back.

Intense and scorching flames swept across the ghost's sight in an instant, and the ghost hunter with the knife swung the knife and chopped off the ghost's arms, followed by a smooth second attack, chopping off the ghost's head.

The head fell heavily to the ground, and the ghost's eyes were still spinning around. He looked at the ghost hunter who had beheaded him with anger and fear, and showed a cold and indifferent expression. It seemed that killing evil spirits was just a habit for him, and it was not worth mentioning. good thing.

Turning his footsteps away, the ghost hunter sheathed his knife and continued walking towards the dark alleyway with the flagon in hand.

……

"Fufu..." Nanase Masumi blew on the hot udon noodles with small mouthfuls. Large pieces of char siu were soaked in the soup, and the edges of the yellow fried eggs were browned. "The soup of this udon noodles is delicious."

She picked up the udon noodles and sent them to Chuya Chuya, and said with a bright smile: "Chuya, come and try."

"I didn't cook the noodles..." Zhong Yuanzhong also pouted.

Who would have thought that the udon noodle stall in the alley was also run by ghosts, only to see Nanase Masumi coming over, forgetting to use her usual tricks, and rushing straight to be flattened by Nakahara Chuya and stuffed into the udon noodle stall into the fire below.

The ghost stall owner who ran the udon noodles was dealt with by Nakahara Chuya, and the noodle stall was full of everything, so he simply made a bowl of char siu seafood udon for Nanase Masumi himself.

"Ah, I didn't expect that guy to be quite skilled." After taking a sip, the sweet and rich soup brought by the udon conquered Chuya Nakahara's taste. fire ghost.

Forget it, no matter how good his udon noodle soup is, it is impossible to keep it.

A gourd-shaped flagon was smashed on the table, and a man with yellow-red hair who looked like an owl was draped in flame feathers and sat down beside Zhongya Zhongye. He raised his head and took a sip of the wine, and said in a drunken voice: " Boss, have a bowl of udon noodles."

Nanase Masumi blinked, and kindly said: "The boss is gone, if you want to eat udon, you can cook it yourself."

The udon noodle boss who is a ghost has been crushed by Nakahara Chuya. It is impossible to reorganize his body tonight, let alone entertain the ghost hunter who came to eat udon noodles.

Zhongyuan Zhong also murmured, and questioned, "Is this guy really a ghost hunter?"

Can you hold the knife tightly after drinking like this?

"But didn't he kill that ghost just now?" Nanase Zhenchun bit her chopsticks and tilted her head.

Even if they didn't see the scene of Purgatory Makijuro doing it, the strong vindictiveness behind him and the fiery hot breath conveyed to their perception more vividly than the presence of ghosts.

From the time when the Sun Wheel Saber was unsheathed to the moment when the head of the evil spirit was cut off, she heard it clearly, it was a very crisp attack.

It never occurred to me that the person who used that kind of knife technique would be a drunk man.

"Maybe it's because I wasn't that drunk just now?" If he was as prone to drunkenness as Zhongyuan Zhongye, it wouldn't be surprising to take a sip and become half-drunk after killing ghosts.

Zhong Yuanzhong also snorted, and turned his head away from him: "Leave him alone, we should find a place to rest after eating."

He had just arrived in Asakusa and was looking for a place to rest. He could live a casual life, but Nanase Masumi was at best a human being with a stronger physique, so she had to find a hotel suitable for her to rest at night.

Nanase Masumi nodded, lowered her head and sucked the udon, vaguely: "The consumption in Asakusa seems to be a bit high, can our money be used?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also propped his head up and looked at her: "I just saw the government's reward notice. If you have no money, go catch the fugitive."

The prisoners who can be rewarded by notices issued by the Japanese government are heinous and heinous criminals, and neither the general public nor the police may be able to catch them.

Powerful ghost hunters are not short of money, and they are on the road to kill ghosts every day, let alone compete with them for business.

"That's true..." She nodded, sipping soup, "Asakusa is indeed a big city, and there are many ways to make money!"

If she can find a decent way to make money, she doesn't have to worry that Zhongyuan Zhong will attack the rich ghost hunters and steal the money.

"Hello..." Purgatory Makijuro, who was so drunk and lying on the table, said slowly, "Are you newlyweds?"