The strongest ghost is too afraid of death

The train rumbles away from the brightly lit night.

"Sir, please show your ticket."

The train conductor who checked the ticket was restless, his face was paper-like, and he was feeling agitated for some reason.

The young man nestled in the car seat raised his head and handed out the ticket stub in his hand, both of them had the same ugly expression.The conductor unskillfully depresses the hole punch, and small circles fall through the gap.

When the conductor handed back the ticket, the young man stared at the ticket for a while.

"Take it."

The conductor was very excited.

"do not waste time!"

"..."

The young man didn't respond, and grabbed the ticket with two fingers.

There was disgust in his eyes.

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The conductor didn't even look at it, turned around and left, muttering to himself, with his super hearing ability, it was probably the next 'drill'.

The train continued to move, billowing thick smoke rose, and the surrounding sky became darker and darker.

The gale was blowing across the dazed face, and the eyes depicting "one" stared at a certain direction at the rear of the car. There, there was a chaotic smell, like ice cream wrapped in plastic, seemingly absent.

He wanted to go to confirm, but the four people under his feet were the ones ordered by the adult.The Ghost Hunter's 'Pillar', the weaker Ghost Hunter associated with Tired Death, and the other two incidentally.

Finally, Nightmare withdrew his gaze.

No matter who it is, the most urgent task now is to satisfy that lord's desire, kill the pillar, and find the memory fragments lost before Tired's death.

"My lord, I have already acted according to your request, let me enter that dreamland!"

The human who climbed to the top of the train trembled, but the huge temptation pushed him forward.

In that beautiful, unfettered, wonderful world, you don't need to worry about all the realities, and you can live in happiness and ease from now on.

"Now is not the time."

Nightmare comforted casually.

"When those few human beings die unconsciously in the dream, I will naturally give you what you want. Or do you want to anger me and never enter such a beautiful world again?"

"No... that's not what I meant."

Humans back off.

Nightmare looked at him quietly, then looked again at the looming night in front of him.

"You know, such a quiet night always reminds me of that adult."

"That lord?"

"Yes."

Nightmare murmured like a dream, recalling the night when he knelt on the ground and trembled tremblingly.

"I've never seen such a powerful ghost. Turning your hands into clouds, turning your hands into rain, just a single sound can kill a winding one. The despair that the lord gave me... ah."

A flush came to his cheeks.

"Ghost," he swallowed the last two words, "that lord is also wonderful, but after all, he fell short." He sighed regretfully.

"……grown ups."

For a long time, human beings who endured the fright of their bodies becoming weaker and weaker could not help but speak out.

"If, if everything goes well this time, can you introduce me to that lord?"

"Ok?"

Nightmare turned around slightly surprised.

"Do you want to see him?"

"I think, I think." The human voice trembled more and more, and finally it was difficult to resist the most fundamental desire to survive, "I think, even if I become a ghost, I want to survive."

He couldn't help swallowing, but his steps moved forward.

"oops."

Nightmare smiled gently.

"Then you probably found the wrong person. If you want to survive, you should get farther and farther away from that lord." He said softly, "That lord is synonymous with death and fear."

Those eyes with their backs to the moonlight, with a smile on their face, sent chills down the spine of human beings, and stopped their steps driven by desire.

Mentioning her idol, Nightmare was in a good mood, humming the 'lullaby' from ancient memories in the howling night wind.

"Sleep, sleep, in the eternal dream, pay the highest respect to that adult~"

The "synonymous with death and fear" in Nightmare's mouth was approached by Snake Zhu.

At that time, Qing Xiang was eating noodles, and when he was eating noodles, he realized that the 'territory' had been invaded by someone.

Ah, some embodiment of death and fear.

Qianshoulang, who was sitting in front of Qing Xiang, stared at him dead for a second.

"Qing Xiangyou Kang."

The voice of Snake Pillar hissed, the sound quality was low and cool.

"Snake Pillar."

Qing Xiang struggled for a long time, but managed to utter the phrase 'my lord'.

No way, there are still people watching at the headquarters of the Demon Slayer Squad.

However, at the critical moment Qianshoulang stepped forward, Weiqing Xianggao's figure stopped in front of him, looking up at him vigilantly.The voice is very soft, but it does not give up a step.

"Master Snake Zhu, what are you doing here?"

He still remembered that Qing Xiang was so seriously injured because of Snake Zhu, and kept holding his breath.

"There's no need to be so vigilant."

Unexpectedly, She Zhu's attitude was better than Qing Xiang thought.

The aura is no longer high above the sky, and there are some other emotions in the shadow of Qing Xiang's eyes.As far as Qing Xiang observes, Yin Ya is not aimed at him, this person looks at everyone like this.

"I just came to fulfill my agreement, is purgatory here?"

Senshouro is very imposing, and at this time he is very demeanor of a purgatory family.

"Brother is not here, if you want to make some strange and non-existent promises, please go back."

Snake Zhu held his breath and seemed unable to speak.

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting more and more tense, Ao Xiang pressed Qianjurou's shoulder and stood up.

It's not because it's shameless to be protected by a child who is not as tall as him. If possible, he would squat down to match the height of the former. It's just that he heard about Snake Zhu's "apology" at the Zhongzhu meeting during his 'illness'.

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"You're talking about teaching me the ten types of snakes, aren't you?"

The ten types of inflammation really can't learn it, and the brain hurts.

"Ah."

Snake Zhu answered gloomyly.

Although he explained the reason to Senshouro, the young boy still seemed not very happy, and did not refute Qing Xiang's decision aloud.

"However, you must practice at home, where I can see you! Qing Xiangsang is still injured, and if the injury gets worse, you must rest." The last half of the sentence was said looking at Snake Zhu, obviously distrustful.

She Zhu was the first to turn around and leave the door, probably acquiescing.

Everything is familiar with the sand training ground of the purgatory family. The training equipment is the same, the traces of thousands of trainings are the same, and the comfortable night breeze is the same. The little boy sitting on the side holding the water and the towel is replaced by a A worried face.

Snake Zhu seemed not used to being in the center of the crowd, so he pulled the scarf a lot higher, half of his face was shrunk in it, looking at Qing Xiang, he actually felt a sense of security that he felt the same way.

That's a scarf, it's an absolute defense that can be called a four-corner quilt.

"Hold the knife, raise your arms, and look forward."

Qing Xiang made the opening gesture that Purgatory had taught him by hand. A small golden-yellow guard was attached to the shaft of the sun wheel saber, and the word 'Shou' was hand-stitched on it.

He exhaled slowly, opened his chest and lungs, and stepped back with his right foot.

"The feet are too wide."

Qing Xiang shrinks her feet silently.

"Not horizontally, vertically, put the knife in front of your eyes."

Qing Xiang silently waved his knife.

"Keep your eyes straight ahead, concentrate, and imagine that the prey is right in front of you, a" Snake Zhu tilted his head, "Rabbit?"

With the sound of Snake Zhu, it seemed that a red-eyed white rabbit with tilted head was looking at him, with its ears pricked up, tiptoeing, shaking its head in the grass and looking around to observe the environment, vigilant and sensitive.

Qing Xiang's eyes gradually dimmed, the black pupils were facing the red animal pupils, and the reflective corneas reflected each other, both of them were assessing the other's threat to themselves.

Rabbit...Although it is a rabbit, you should not underestimate any weak person. If you are not careful, even a weak rabbit may bite his throat and bite his artery. He will quickly lose a lot of blood, and eventually he will lose too much blood And die, or like Hu Die Ren, even if the strength is small, you can use poison to defeat the enemy with one blow.

The more he thought about it, the more serious he became.

This is not a rabbit, this is an assassin disguised as a rabbit to make him take off his guard.

Rather, there are no real 'underdogs' at all.

Seeing that Qing Xiang was sinking deeper and deeper, She Zhu calmly ordered:

"Out with the knife."

However, the person who was supposed to follow his voice and was now in a subconscious state remained motionless.

She Zhu frowned, but he didn't open his mouth to shout. He just narrowed his eyes and evaluated the serious-looking boy.

Time passed gradually, the night was as cold as water, no one made a sound in the huge training ground, only a young man who was highly concentrated and fell into a "certain state".

The boy's eyes were fixed on the rabbit, and his breathing became lighter and lighter.

Finally, the boy moved.Senjuro who was watching showed a surprised expression.

Qing Xiang was retreating.Not only did he not move forward, but he stepped back lightly, holding his breath and concentrating.

"Why back off?"

The sudden cold voice shouted to break Qingxiang's conceived world, the hares and weeds all disappeared, he swung the knife reflexively, the blade reflected the moonlight for a moment, and the glaring cold light flashed past, obviously it was a solar knife that absorbed the warmth of the sun, At this time, there was a blue feeling oozing coldly.

Snake Zhu, who is famous for his speed, raised his jaw slightly, and the tip of the knife brushed against his throat dangerously, making the face behind the scarf really look surprised.

Stepping back with his right leg, the young man standing with a knife was in a more standard defensive posture than anyone else, his eyes were as cold as the blade, shining a cold blue.