The strongest ghost is too afraid of death

The sound column quietly watched the crows flying overhead.

He stood up abruptly, bent down to the obstetrician, and begged for orders.

"My lord, the matter of Qingxiang Youkang was caused by me. I want to take the responsibility that I have to deal with. Please entrust this task to me."

"It has nothing to do with you, it's the kid's own decision."

Snake Zhu retorted indifferently.

"He didn't seize the opportunity. He died on the mountain himself, and he couldn't blame others."

"It was my suggestion, I should let him leave the Ghost Killing Squad directly."

Yin Zhu closed his eyes, feeling the weight of a fresh life.

Isn't that even worse!

Lianzhu covered her mouth and looked back and forth between the two, her cheeks flushed red.

With the news of the crow, the atmosphere that had calmed down became more and more depressing.

"My lord, I'm back."

The calm voice broke the depression.

Once again, it was the water column that regarded the atmosphere as nothing and interrupted several people at an untimely time.

He simply ignored the scalp-numbing stares, walked up to them, and knelt down on one knee.

"The task has been successfully completed, and I owe your trust to fulfill the mission."

Ubuyashiki sighed softly.

"Thanks for your hard work, brave."

"It's not hard."

Only after the water column report was completed did they calmly turn around in a very orderly manner.

"Why are you looking at me?"

"..."

"..."

It has to be said that the temperature in the backyard has indeed dropped a lot.

Snake Zhu grimaced and snorted coldly.

"Tianyuan."

In the end, it was Ubuyashiki who could only speak at this time.

"I understand your anxiety and want to go to Natian Spider Mountain to rescue the child as soon as possible, but the situation is sudden, and there are more important tasks for you to go to save more innocent people who are immersed in fear."

The sound column was silent.

Ubayashiki certainly knew what his children were thinking.His lifeless eyes turned to the water column sitting on one knee again, apologetically.

"Yiyong, I'm sorry, I can't let you rest for a while, please go to Spider Mountain, kill the fifth of the last string, and bring those children back to the ghost killing team safely, can you?"

The water column bowed respectfully.

"Yes."

Yinzhu glanced at Shuizhu, frowned and considered for a while, but did not directly disobey.

After that, it was Miyayashiki, who could easily see that he didn't trust him, who gave a perfect solution.

"After reuniting with Shinobi, we will set off again."

Hu Dieren obviously had a much higher impression on Yin Zhu than Shui Zhu, and this time he nodded readily.

"Mr. Tomioka, the lord did not call my name this time."

Butterfly smiled and walked through the woods full of white paint bushes.

The lithe figure does not make a sound every time it lands, and the hem of the pink and purple feather weave sways slightly, like a butterfly's wings.

"A lot of wounded people were sent to Butterfly House in the case of Spider Mountain. Aoi alone can't maintain such a large operation. At this time, I should be by her side. Who made me have to leave her at this time? Ah, I'm a little worried."

"Kill the fifth of the last string, and you will be able to go back soon."

Tomioka replied very seriously.

"Mr. Tomioka, you are as annoying as ever."

Hu Die also smiled very friendly.

However, Tomioka suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He stood where he was, looking back extremely seriously and solemnly.

"I'm not hated."

Those eyes are only for those who are confident and confident, who think from the bottom of their hearts that they are telling the truth.

The sporadic emotion that rose in Hu Die's heart at that moment was probably called pity.

Along the way without words, they got closer and closer to the place led by the Raven.

The stench of evil ghosts gradually became stronger, and the scent of wisteria flowers all over Hu Die's body could no longer be concealed.

Hu Die withdrew her gaze.

"It looks like we're almost reaching our destination."

The smile she had when she entered the forest was still on the corner of her mouth, no different from the smile she had when she told Qing Xiang softly, as if carved on plaster with a ruler.

"I hope those children are still alive. Qing Xiang's footwork is good, maybe he can last until now, whether he is dying or half-paralyzed, living is better than anything else."

Tomioka poured cold water on it earnestly and rigorously.

"It took us an hour to get here from Ghost Slayer, he should have been eaten."

Butterflies are very patient.

"Mr. Tomioka, at this time, you just need to pray with me for the survival of the soldiers."

"Why? I'm telling the truth."

Tomioka didn't understand, he advised seriously.

"We are on the battlefield, praying for blessings is useless, Hu Die, superstition will only blind you."

Just like how Tomioka had just become the companion of a first-class soldier, he turned to the illusory gods and Buddhas at the last moment, and died miserably in the middle of the golden field.

"It's just a kind of spiritual sustenance."

"But it can't save even a single life."

"..."

despite this.

Hu Die closed her eyes and sighed softly.

The white branches obscured the sky, and an unusual, weird landscape that did not exist in nature was unfolding in front of them.

The cold and wet mist was dispelled by the newly rising sun, and gradually thinned out. From a distance, the forest view at the end could barely be seen.

The mysterious mountain forest no longer hides its true face.

The further you go, the more corpses of children in black team uniforms will be found among the upside-down branches.

One clump after another, the density is getting smaller and smaller, covering the way ahead.

Nevertheless, Hu Die is still moving forward.

She will ask the reason of the ghost that caused all this, and then, with the knife in her hand, stab the deadly poison into its body, watch it disappear, and comfort all the dead.

It was dawn, and the faint light dispelled the thin morning fog.

In the deep forest, a cold and silent clearing.

The right palm of the puppet seemed to have been soaked in sulfuric acid, corroded in all directions, and the hand with only bones left was holding the handle of the knife, pointing the tip of the knife between the eyebrows of the young man who was frowning and restless even in a coma.

The younger sister protected by the teenager was still hanging upside down in mid-air. As the owner of the spider silk was dissolved by the sunlight, the spider silk gradually disappeared.The sleeping 'ghost' slowly descended, getting closer and closer to the ground.

The puppet that used overwhelming strength to kill the former winding five in one blow is now exposed to the air together.

The more dazzling sunlight permeated the whole body, burning the material of the "ghost doll" into ashes, not only the tiredness on the verge of life and death, but he also gradually melted in the sunlight, the glass bead in his left eye almost fell out of his head.

At this time, there was only a thread left of the female's light and gentle voice, which penetrated into the ears of the broken doll.

The familiar voice, in case something happens, is the fuse of the almost predictable exposure.

The sound of the crow spreading its wings was getting closer.Almost to the top of the doll's head.

The water-patterned kimono was reflected in the glass beads that exposed half of the southern tit's wing body. The young man on the ground was unconscious and dying, so weak that he only needed to pierce the flowing blood with the tip of a knife.

But the white bone holding the handle of the knife slowly retracted the knife.

The puppet's pale, streakless skin turned bloody again, the purely ablated inorganic material leaked blood, and the flesh at the edge of the wound curled up.

As a result, bloody traces almost covered his whole body.

The crow's cry completely cleared away the confusion and was extremely clear.

Guided by the crow's call, the woman raised a curtain of weeping branches, and the scene of the forest came into Violet's eyes, causing her to freeze her raised hand.

Beyond her expectations, beyond his and her expectations.

The white-haired 'ghost', which was mostly dissolved by the sun, was lying on his side, half of his undissolved face was sleeping peacefully. There was no wound on his body, except for the sun burnt marks, the kimono was almost brand new.

The black-haired female ghost fell in the shadow of the canopy, faint silk threads were exposed outside the kimono, and the broken branches and leaves fell on her body, together with the slow-healing wound cut by the silk thread.

The scene was eerie and quiet, everything was quiet.

But on the right, far right.

Bloody and bloody, with almost no good meat, the unsightly young man knelt in front of another unconscious soldier, looking up at the circling crows.

The raised left eye was as clear as before, just as it always was, except that almost half of the right eye protruded from the eye socket, bringing out the muscles connected behind the eye, and blood and tears flowed out of the eye socket; the shoulder was broken, the collarbone and shoulder lock were visible to the naked eye, and the warm white was dazzling from the eyes. The red bulge in the skin, but it only makes people feel cold all over the body; the large skin on the abdomen is gone, and even the panting lung cavity under the broken rib can be seen.

On his knees, the handle of the Sun Wheel Knife is almost a mixture of minced meat and iron, the 'hand' holding the handle: it is just a palm of white bones, glued together with the thinnest skin and flesh, not as slender as Lian Zhu once praised Fair-skinned.

Even so, he still firmly grasped the Sun Wheel Knife that brought him pain, and tears of blood dripped gently on the shiny blade.

Hu Die stood still, quietly, the appearance of a bloody 'human' was deeply imprinted in the depths of her irises.

This long silence may be a silent mourning for a 'warrior'.

"……Hey!"

Tomioka was the first to come back to his senses.

The man whose face remained unchanged all year round was also moved, and he quickly approached the squatting 'person'.

"Are you still conscious?! Can you hear me clearly?! Answer me! Are you still alive?! Hu Die!!"

He yelled back.

"……I am coming."

As a doctor, the first point is to be absolutely calm and rational.

Hu Die was very calm, his subordinates performed first aid fluently and skillfully, and thought carefully about how to transfer the wounded.

She is calm, like the surface of the sea.It was calm anger. Scenes and piles of people being hurt by ghosts flashed back in front of her eyes uncontrollably. The calm anger kept colliding in her chest, which was the turbulent waves under the boundless sea.

That is, the anger that was once wrapped in her heart was originally the blood in the body, the fuel for action, and now it is falling from another person's body, flowing out continuously, and wet the towel in her hand.