Can a thousand-handed heart be harvested to reap the wood tunnel?

"Zheng-"

The barely audible pipa strings sounded suddenly.

I restrained my laughing expression, and ran to the side of the ninja who was on guard in front of me.

"Be alert, don't look around." The experienced ninja whispered. "Be careful where you step."

"..." I nodded and followed him carefully.

In the darkness, there is a pair of eyes watching this area like a shadow, maliciously, greedily, like a mouse in the ditch, ready to move, but hidden.

I frowned uncomfortably, and couldn't help but want to let go of my perception.

This feeling is very annoying. I can face the invincible enemy without fear, but I can't bear the unknown that lurks in the dark.

"Go forward, don't look." A straight and calm voice came from the side, and the tall ninja slowed down his pace at some point, and walked side by side with me, "He dare not."

The water in the air was ready to go, and I glanced at his hand in the semi-sealed mudra beside him from the corner of my eye, blinked, and retracted my perception obediently.

For the first time since the war, I felt a sense of security.

As a result, as Mr. Toika said, no accident happened until he walked out of this area.

Just in case, a certain Qianshou who has rich experience in tracking and anti-tracking simply took me around several times, turning around and jumping up and down. the wicket.

...Back to the headquarters of the Ghost Slayer Squad.

Regarding the fact that this person who has only been here for less than a day is more familiar with the terrain than I am, I am too lazy to be shocked.

With ninjas, anything is possible.

"Did you find the trace of the ghost of space?" Another ninja in the ghost killing team leaned forward in amazement, wishing to look me up and down.

I bared my teeth and stared back.

The gorgeously dressed ninja - Umo Tengen, sat upright slowly under the obscure gaze of the plainly dressed ninja - Senshou Banjian, folded his hands that had no place to rest on his chest, pretended to be thinking, and Give me a look.

'Your physique is quite tricky. '

I snorted loudly.

In my world, anyone who has fought side by side can be classified as a comrade-in-arms, and they will naturally hum casually when treating comrades-in-arms.

I don't dare to be like Mr. Yan Zhu who is crying excitedly with his hands clasped next to him.

"The other party probably didn't catch your chance to place an order this time," Yu Mao, who was also excellent in intelligence, judged, "What did you do to make him miss you so much?"

"...Killed Wu Mi's hometown?" I hesitated. "Still setting fire to the house?"

In the next second, I denied myself: "It shouldn't be, there are so many people doing this, why are they catching me?"

"Don't use human thinking to speculate about ghosts, let alone," Mr. Fei Jian gave me a look, "Sometimes you do something without knowing it."

"...?" I looked back innocently.

"I agree with this," Yu Mao, who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal, interjected gloatingly, "I agree very much."

I watched helplessly as this serious discussion went to the manga style, and stopped it meaningfully: "Do you have anything else to add?"

"Is there anything to add?" The gushing fighting spirit was released from this unconventional ninja, and his hands subconsciously grasped the huge double knives behind his back, with the determination to finally end everything. Come."

"We have long been prepared for a fight to the death." The monk with folded hands was still wet from tears, and his eyes without focus were facing the night, sonorous and fearless.

Some time has passed since then.

I took Mr. Feijian who was hiding in the dark and went out for a few more laps. Guiwu Tsuji was worthy of the title of King Gou, and I never met the first spy again.

Except for the basic inspectors, the pillars and members of the ghost killing team were assembled at a frequency that would not be discovered.

The stagnant situation was broken in the evening of a certain day.

The Undead Chuan brothers, who are still in an awkward relationship, staged a daily unshakable martial arts scene. During the chase, Undead Kawa Minami found a ghost eye with "四" written on it.

This irritable old man stretched out his hand on the spot and was about to crush it, but he never thought that Brother Undead Chuan, who was running ahead, shot back, rushed over and turned around, opening his mouth...

— swallowed it.

"What are you doing!" The elder brother with bloodshot eyes grabbed his younger brother Xuan Mi's neck and shook, "Spit it out——"

"Gulu." He swallowed.

"Xuan Mi, what's wrong with you, Xuan Mi—" Shan Yi, who finally came back to join the training, turned pale with shock, and rushed forward, "I know your teeth are fine, but you..."

Tanjiro followed closely behind, heartbroken: "——You don't want to eat everything!"

After finally swallowing the ball in his throat, the disgusted little Mohawk showed the same irritable expression as his brother: "Shut up, you think I'm willing to swallow it?"

——That’s not the case.

Most of the people who heard the movement had such questioning expressions on their faces.

Only I was different and suddenly realized.

"You want to obtain her space vampire technique?" She rubbed her chin thoughtfully, "It seems quite feasible."

Immortal Chuan Xuanya is weak and unable to practice breathing techniques. Relying on his strong bite force and special digestive organs, he can temporarily obtain the regeneration ability and special power of ghosts by eating ghosts.

There is a certain probability of obtaining the ghost's related vampirism.

The expressions of the surrounding pillars also changed.

"How about it?"

"is that useful?"

"I remember the sound of the pipa in the two space transfers..." I looked at the little Mohawk surrounded by a group of strong men, I couldn't bear it, and tried to break out.

Not long after, Immortal Chuan Xuanya, who was stuffed with a pipa from nowhere in his arms, strummed the strings indiscriminately with a dark face.

"Yu'er~"

"..." I silently put down my hands covering my ears, and looked at each other with the same actions.

Doesn't seem to work?

"Of course it's useless for you to mess around like this." The black-faced busy Mr. Feijian suddenly appeared holding a stack of papers, and I saw the dense formulas on the top page with sharp eyes. "Come here and learn the theory first."

The fear of mathematics made me retreat to the door before he could speak, and watched in awe as the ignorant boy stepped into the abyss of numbers.

Take care, Mohawk... the few hairs on your head.

After having a clear breakthrough, the ghost killing team held a meeting overnight, and drafted several combat plans in response to this variable. No objection was raised.

And I saw Mrs. Zhu Shi.

She carries the desperate madness, the grief that has not dissipated for many years, the meaninglessness of self-loathing, and the determination to die.

——This woman dances as if standing on the edge of an abyss, all the meaning of her actions are supported by her hatred for Kimai Tsuji.

"This is for you," she handed me a test tube of purple potion, with heavy trust in her eyes. "They said that you may be the first main force to face Ghost Mai Tsuji next."

"It has four effects, and the first one is the potion that turns ghosts into people." The hand holding me did not let go, and two pairs of cold hands clasped each other, conveying a kind of entrustment called will.

"The first effect of the drug must have a limited effect on Onimui Tsuji. When it is completely ineffective, the second effect will take effect - the aging of cells, which can achieve the effect of aging for 1 years in one minute. "

The astonishingly talented doctor has murderous intentions.

"At this time, he may be forced into a disadvantage. As the sunrise time advances, he will definitely choose the same method as before, splitting his body into [-] pieces and fleeing in all directions."

Sensitive, irreversible hatred burst out from those eyes, veins appeared uncontrollably in her hands, and her delicate face, painted with rose-like red lips, evoked a deadly arc.

"But it doesn't matter, the third function of the medicine is born because of this, and then..."

"He who has been suppressed from splitting will definitely choose to decompose the medicine in his body recklessly. This is your chance, because ah—"

"My potion, the last layer left, is endless destruction and destruction."

One position behind her, the ghost named Yushirou stared at this graceful doctor without blinking with unabashed admiration. In his hand was a pair of eyes prepared for the decisive battle. Patterned spells.

These will serve as "eyes" distributed throughout the Infinite City, conveying the most timely and reliable intelligence to the commander sitting in the rear.

Commander—Yaoya Yuyashiki, Senshou Feijian.

"This time the initiative to break into the infinite city plan," the gentle voice of Patriarch Ubayashiki also brought a fighting spirit, "The three pillars will escort Genya and Yushiro as a team, and the main task is to control the ghost of space."

"As soon as the rest of the battle forces are on the ground, gather as soon as possible," the blind eyes rolled, scanning his "children" one by one, "Please be vigilant, there is still a winding one in the infinite city."

"The crows flying in the city are our eyes and ears, and they will serve as the transmitters of the latest information."

"In order to be paralyzed, the sunrise time broadcast by the crow will be delayed by one hour, so when you hear the news that 'there is one hour before sunrise'..."

"Hua," Mr. Tomama looked at me who was confused, and added: "You are the bait and the main combat force, so you don't need to think too much, just meet ghosts and kill ghosts."

"Currently, the power that can be mobilized is limited. Excluding other alternatives, I will sit in the rear with Mr. Ubayashiki and deliver information to you," Shen Sheng, a supporter from another world: "The final task of everyone is to hold the ghost dance Tsuji, on the eve of sunrise, I will assist a team to teleport everyone to the location on the surface."

"Masters, Wu Yun is prosperous."

On the top, Yoya Shiki, who had a straight back, bent down deeply with his wife and children behind him: "...Please come back alive."

In the confusion of the column around me flustered and hurriedly getting up to help, I met Mr. Tomona's gaze of hidden worry.

I showed a thousand hands flower standard smile.

"Please don't worry!" Adjusting the state to the best face-to-face, I clenched my sleeping half body and solemnly made an oath:

“When the sun comes up, you can look up.”

"Look at the clear sky and the rising sun!"