The strongest ghost is too afraid of death

It is always very quiet around Butterfly House.Unusual tranquility, people passing by lightly.

Occasionally, the nursing staff would look into the room through the open door, see the pillar wrapped in the quilt, sigh and leave with regret.

While the skittle meeting in the front yard was in full swing, Qing Xiang poked his head out from the balcony, observed it carefully for a while, and then tiptoed back to the bed, pulled out the haori roll wrapped inside, and hid it under the bed, Get into bed.

There is no way, it gets better too soon, if you don't go out to bask in the sun and pretend, the teachers and students will turn against each other today.

According to this injury, human beings have no possibility of recovery.

Qing Xiang grabbed the edge of the quilt, Mao Mao sighed.

The ghost killing team came too fast, and a few minutes later, he would be able to kill the day call messenger, restore his body, express his deep regret for the passing Gui level team member, return to the ghost killing team happily and continue to be his stepson.

He suddenly heard footsteps coming, so he closed his eyes quickly.

"How about it?"

Perhaps because he was afraid of disturbing the people in the room, the sound of the sound column was very low.

"... Try not to stimulate him. If he wakes up, talk to him casually. Don't bring up topics related to the body. Try to mention things he likes, stimulate his positive thoughts, and help the body recover."

"Can you"

The sound column stopped for a while, speaking very hard.

"Can you hold the knife again? That kid came to the Ghost Killing Squad on a whim. I can see that he has the belief that he must complete it in the Ghost Slaying Squad."

"You know this, and you still force him to prove himself?"

The nurse's gaze turned unfriendly.

"I"

The sound column was dumb, and he rested his palm on his forehead in annoyance.

"I didn't expect him to go so far. All the ghosts that were dozens of kilometers away have been eliminated. I thought they were just ordinary ghosts. If he kills an ordinary ghost, I have a legitimate reason to support him."

Qing Xiang who eavesdropped in the room: ...Is that so?

The soles of my shoes are almost worn out.

When Yinzhu pulled the paper door lightly, he met one eye staring at him, only one, and the other was wrapped many times with thick bandages.

"You're awake."

He sat down on a chair as if nothing had happened, and piled the bags full of chocolates and candies in his arms on the bedside table, "Chocolate, foreign goods, have you tried it? It's so expensive, I'm bleeding profusely."

Ao glanced at the wrapping paper with only one eye.

He cleared his throat, coughed a few times, and then spoke with a rough and hoarse voice, expressing his subtlety.

"The brand you bought is cocoa butter substitute, you have been deceived." So don't buy things that you don't trust very much, being deceived is the second, what to do if poisoning.

Just wanted to show off the gorgeous Yusui: "..."

He endured and endured, but couldn't hold back, "What is cocoa butter substitute?"

"It is to extract oil from plants to make fake chocolate, and the real chocolate is ground from cocoa beans after frying."

"I haven't learned these things, I don't know."

Yu Sui took a plate of chocolates and looked at them over and over again, only seeing a bunch of English letters.

"It's all the same, where did you see that?"

Although the westernization of Japan was serious in later generations, everything was just emerging at this time, and few people could speak English.

Qing Xiang's fingers were wrapped, and he read to him out of thin air.

"Substitute instead, cocoa cocoa, butter fat, butter, Substitutecocoabutter, cocoa butter substitute."

The young man's hoarse, sand-worn voice speaks foreign languages ​​smoothly and smoothly, which is exactly the same as the tone Yu Sui heard when he was on a mission. It seems that he can hear the prosperity and pride that the young man has experienced through the middle tube.

"You can also speak English, you are quite gorgeous."

Yu Sui couldn't express the emotion in his heart, he just put the chocolate back into the bag, his expression remained the same as before.

"Interpreters are a scarce talent nowadays. When translators are in high demand, they may be able to work in embassies, the United Kingdom, or the United States? Do you want to go?"

In 100 years, you won't say that.The students of the English College burst into tears, and Xiaoyu covered his weeping with his back to the sky.

Qing Xiang didn't hide the disgust on his face.

Yu Sui obviously saw the emotion on the boy's face, took the water glass to cover up his embarrassment, and said with a smile, "Diplomats don't even look down on me, my young master. What does your family do?"

Born as an orphan and born in a village probably lowered Japan's average national economy by three percentage points. It's no surprise.

Qing Xiang euphemistically said: "He eats the food of the country." It all depends on the high sense of crisis, the pitiful minimum subsistence allowances of the Japanese government and his day and night training to avoid people's eyes and ears.

Yu Sui spat out a mouthful of water.

"Second generation official?"

Qing Xiang: "?"

Yu Sui: "?"

The two looked at each other dumbfounded.

"Why do you think that?"

Qing Xiang couldn't figure it out, endured the growing discomfort in his throat and spoke.

"In this day and age, the government has a surname every day, and politicians are the most dangerous profession, okay?"

Before Qing Xiang could finish speaking, Yu Sui put the water glass back and leaned back on the chair back.

"I don't know, how the secular government has nothing to do with me."

"—I know that there are several treaty ports by the sea."

"—I was just born in a small fishing village near the sea."

"..."

"..."

Yu Sui's face became more serious, and he even lowered his head to think about the surnames of those huge foreign trade chaebols.

Minazuki... Phoenix Academy... This is a religious family, and they have always been at odds with the Demon Slayer Squad, so they probably won't come, Fujiwara... Miyamae...

Qing Xiang, aokou?

"You really think too much."

Qing Xiang had no choice but to interrupt.

"If I were a son of a rich family, why did I come to the Ghost Killing Squad? I was poor when I was young, and I couldn't finish my last meal." Thanks to my wit.

The ten fingers are fair, only the new cocoons sharpened by holding the knife, the young man with the air of an aristocrat said so while lying on the bed.

Yu Sui had a delicate expression on his face.

Whether Yu Sui believed it or not, the dull ward was indeed much more relaxed. It seemed that even the light coming in became brighter, and the lifeless dust disappeared.

"What do you want to do next?"

Yu Sui looked out through the crack of the sliding door, the wind was clear and the air was bright, the clouds were frivolous, everything was just right.

"I will support you in whatever you want. Do you need money? After several years of work, I have saved a lot of money. In addition to the share left for Suma and the others, I will buy a house in Tokyo in the future and save money for my future children." Education expenses, and medical expenses in case of accidents, in addition to these can be given to you."

While talking, he calculated in his heart, and after calculating the specific number of the above items, he didn't say anything.

Qing Xiang was moved.

Unexpectedly, there was such a simple friendship in ancient Japan.

Although he was fully aware of what Yu Sui said these things for, he stepped on the minefield precisely and proactively.

"Can't I stay in the Ghost Killing Squad?"

"..."

Yu Sui lowered her head and flattened the wrapping paper that had been snapped off from the chocolate, not wanting to meet his eyes for a moment.

"Maybe, maybe, maybe."

His voice was a little rough, but also pretending to be free and easy.

"How dangerous it is to go to the battlefield, stay behind, get rid of the dangerous daily life of the ghost killing team, go to a big city, live the life you should live at your age, or go abroad, don't you want to see it? The gorgeous city that everyone yearns for, live in Safe."

Qing Xiang looked away from only one, muttering.

"It's not safe outside. If it's safe outside, I won't come to the Ghost Slayer Squad."

Recalling that Chong Zhu vaguely mentioned something related to Qing Xiang, Yu Sui looked away and let out a deep breath.

The two were silent for a while.

The atmosphere that was much lighter just now became dull again.

Seeing this scene, Qing Xiang suddenly had a bold idea.

His face was innocent, and he looked extremely weak, controlling the blood flow in his body to slow down, his face was as pale as a dead man, and his lips were bruised.

"Yu mari?"

Yu Sui raised his head, and was about to worry about not being called an honorific title, but was immediately startled by his lost soul, jumped up from the chair, and put his hand on the boy's forehead.

"What's going on? It was fine just now. Are you uncomfortable? I'm going to call the Butterfly House staff now."

Qing Xiang, who was about to jump up from the bed after pressing it forcibly, turned even paler: "I want to ask you something."

Don't touch me plz.

"Wait, wait, how did you come up with the entrustment at the end of life, shut up, bah bah bah, it's unlucky, I'll call someone now, hello! Is there anyone! Shan Qing! This kid's face is frighteningly pale!"

"In my hometown, I heard that there is a medicine that can cure all diseases."

Qing Xiang coughed a few times at the right time, and said weakly.

"It's called the Blue Bana Flower..."

"When are you still superstitious? Now you need a doctor's systematic and serious treatment. Don't believe in folk prescriptions. You must follow the doctor's advice. The doctor will come soon. Don't be afraid. Your physical condition has stabilized. Trust modern medicine. "

Yu Sui's face became more and more serious.

Qing Xiang: "..."

The nurses led by the yelling Yusui rushed into the room, Qing Xiang saw that the situation was not good, he just slowed down the blood flow, except that there were no redundant lesions in the injuries at the beginning, and the inspection results were ineffective.

Several nurses surrounded his bed, covering the surroundings, and he could no longer see Yusui.

West eight.

At the last second, Qing Xiang grabbed Yu Sui's hand with such great strength that he almost dragged Yu Sui who was about to sell her buttocks.

Yu Sui: "?!"

"Yu marrow."

The young man who was surrounded was panting heavily, his face was so pale, but that eye was staring at Yu Sui, as if there was a flame that was about to be extinguished.

"...I don't want to die..."

This one is better than what Qingxiang thought.

Yu Sui immediately felt a soreness welling up in his throat and eye sockets, he blinked vigorously to hold back the moisture, and even put on a free and easy smile to comfort the boy on the bed.

"I see, isn't it just flowers, blue flowers? Don't say blue, I'll find you all red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, and purple. You can rest at ease, sleep more, and when you wake up and open your eyes, I'll put the flowers on your bedside , a flower shop will do.”

The satisfied boy withdrew his hand and gave him a weak smile.

yeah------! ! ! ! ! !