The strongest ghost is too afraid of death

sunset sunset.

The dim light shines into the black-framed windows, and the people coming and going are dressed in military-like uniforms, with immature faces, accompanied by smiles, walking together in twos and threes with books in their arms.

"Then, what did the super high school-level Nanami-senpai say?"

"Didn't say anything, she told me to go back, she said she would find a way to change the imbalance between the two films...but she's just the squad leader." One of them sighed, "Don't expect too much from her."

"Isn't the monitor a lot of power?"

"Not big enough to compete with the school."

The two of them didn't seem to see Purgatory, who was dressed in the uniform of the Ghost Slayer Squad, passing by him.Purgatory didn't pay attention, his eyes were all on the young man who was only thirty steps away from him, leaning on the wooden sliding door.

"I didn't do this." The young man lazily wrapped his scarf tightly, looking listless, "It is indeed an illusion derived from my memory. It is the people and things in my memory. I used my memory without permission. It's not me."

Purgatory, who has already accepted the ticket, cannot resist the "dream". Except for the cup bone blade of the doll, none of the parties can stay awake in their own memory world.

It's just some artistic processing that doesn't exceed the times.

Purgatory pulled out the knife from his side, and the shining solar knife danced orange-red, like a flame that had been ignited, gradually engulfed the fuel, and gradually became grander.

"You are a ghost, there is no doubt about it."

"What a surprise."

The young man raised his eyebrows.

"Aren't you going to rescue those children immediately? And those outside, at this scale, the entire carriage has fallen asleep."

Purgatory has no echo.

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in cannibalism, and I won't hurt the humans in this carriage."

Cup Skull Blade buried his entire face in the scarf, turned around, and exposed his defenseless back to the enemy without hesitation.However, even if Purgatory is upright in nature, he will not easily believe what ghosts say, so he has to add a few prefaces.

"You and I have the same purpose, to kill this ghost that creates illusions. The enemy of an enemy is a friend. The gate of this school is connected to the environment of your children. If you don't go to Dream Core, I don't know how many times you will be crushed .”

In order to avoid inviting nightmares, we did not make any major changes to the dream world, at most we fixed some bugs in school decoration and school uniform speech.In purgatory fashion, getting away from an uprising of unarmed kids wasn't a problem.

"Did you swear that you would never harm the humans nearby?"

Behind Cup Skeleton Blade, Purgatory asked calmly.

"Swear swear, swear to death, hurt any of them I was burned by the sun that day"

Bei Bairen casually turned his head, if he hadn't done a good job on the surface, his eyes would have been wide open and his pupils would have been shocked.

"Senior Qihai, I think this is inappropriate."

A familiar and youthful voice lingered in the turbulent corridors, Purgatory followed and turned his head, and happened to see a familiar person, wearing a military uniform with a narrow-brimmed hat, walking neatly, half-walking and half-shielding beside the pale pink long-haired girl .

"... Youkang?"

Purgatory opened his eyes slightly, and the next second, he looked at the cup bone blade, hesitant and vigilant.He can't read it wrong at such a close distance... Why does the ghost's memory have Youkang, and it even seems to be perfectly integrated into the environment?

It can only be said that Cup Kueyen's wit and adaptability saved him. He opened his mouth and complained first, and asked with a frown: "Someone you know? I don't have this face in my memory."

Hearing the questioning of Cup Skeleton Blade, Purgatory lowered his eyes and murmured in thought:

"Because of the proximity, or physical contact, are the memories mixed together?"

There is indeed such a possibility. He does not know the ability of the dream ghost at the moment, and the ghost in front of him seems to be an enemy of the former and knows it better than him.

That's right, that's it.

Purgatory is not a worm pillar after all, and I can't see the true emotion of Cup Skeleton Blade.

Squeeze a face out of thin air, unless you are a skilled craftsman, ordinary people will definitely model it according to a certain face, he has carefully changed the facial features, but now the middle school students here, that face is exactly 'Qing Xiang Youkang '.

It must not be a nightmare. If it was a nightmare, he would have noticed it immediately and wiped it out. In such a situation, it can only be said that the will of purgatory is stronger than he thought, and he forcibly 'corrected' what was similar to his memory. Face.And in the time period of the original memory, "Cup Skeleton Blade" happened to escort Qihai Qianqiu, and came to prepare for the subject inspection on the eve of the revolution.

Forget it, from now on, you are Qing Xiang Youkang.

While Purgatory was lost in thought, Cup Skeleton Blade made sure that the 'doors' of the three were still open, the former could leave at any time, turned around and continued the previously interrupted action, and disappeared out of thin air.In the scene of a big change, the students walking around did not show the slightest surprise, talking and laughing as usual, even their expressions did not change.

Purgatory sniffed lightly, but he could still feel the turbid smell. Rather, every corner of this school building had a faint 'ghost' smell, which brought discomfort to Zhu, who had excellent perception.

He watched the cup skeletal blade leave and got an inaccurate guarantee, but what the ghost said was right, the most urgent task is to find the 'ghost' who created the dream, kill him, and save the people in the carriage and Zaomen and the others.

As for what the sickly ghost said about "I am not the one who connects the dream", it may be a kind of intuition, Purgatory thinks he is not lying.

Purgatory took one last look at the classroom door where the ghost disappeared, and saw the back of 'Qing Xiang Youkang' passing by the door, turning back and holding the knife forward.

"elder brother?"

Mi Douzi's soft voice woke up the dazed Zaomen.

"Are you too tired? Eat something quickly, take a bath and go to bed later, the bath water is already hot."

"Uh...uh! Thank you, Mi Douzi."

Zaomen looked down at the faint reflection on the miso soup, smiled reluctantly and confused.

"Probably because I'm really tired. I always feel like I've forgotten something."

"what?"

Tanji, who was playing with his younger brother Roll next to him, asked:

"Chopped a lot of firewood and sold it for a lot of money, so today we have miso soup! It's nothing after that."

"But I always feel like I'm forgetting something very important."

Zaomen murmured, "It seems that I have to do something, if I don't do it, I will regret it for the rest of my life, just like"

He couldn't tell the rest, and the later part was like a torn page, no matter how he recalled it, he couldn't remember it anyway.

"Like?"

"Like, that winter...?"

Zaomen himself couldn't say it with certainty.In his short ten years, he hasn't encountered anything enough to regret for a lifetime.

"Stop!"

The younger brother cut off the top of his head with his hand.

"Don't be too horny, the things you can't remember are not important, and the things you can't remember are not important, go take a bath quickly! I'll wash after I'm done!"

"Tanji, how can you hit someone casually."

The younger brother's hand hurt too much, and physiological tears overflowed from the smashed stove door, complaining.It was obviously a painful complaint, but when he said this, there was no dissatisfaction in his heart, but a sour feeling of farewell and reunion.

"Stop preaching!"

In the end, the stove door was half-pushed into the bathroom by Tanji, and he didn't even have time to drink the remaining half of the miso soup.

Even if he forgot everything, he still couldn't forget the taste of starvation. The drowsy teenager was shirtless in the tub and refreshed.

"Tanji, my miso!"

"Got it, I'll drink it for you."

"……I did not mean that."

Because it’s winter today and I made a lot of money selling charcoal, my mother made an exception and made miso soup for everyone... Even though she was full of heartache, she felt sorry for her brother who had eaten it for a long time, and the stove door hid under the water depressedly, gurgling Bubbling, ignoring the voices outside, he forcibly gave the miso to his younger brother.

The atmosphere of the night in Lindong was very good.

Tanji was sleeping beside the stove door, hugging the pillow, rolling around, humming, obviously in a good mood.

"I'm very happy."

Zaomen tucked back the quilt that Tanji had thrown off for him.

"Of course, I will be 12 soon, and my mother said that I can help my brother chop wood together! From that day on, I am also an older brother!"

When Tanji said this, his eyes were shining, wishing he could grow as tall as his brother tonight, preferably 1.8 meters.

However, Zaomen knows that the inaccessible remote mountains are more dangerous than his younger brother thought, and he will be injured if he is not careful. The hunting hinges that can be seen everywhere make people dizzy and turn to the forest that is exactly the same everywhere, let alone the wild beasts in groups.He wanted to reject his younger brother decisively, but his younger brother's eyes, which were shining brighter than the moon tonight, made him speechless. After holding back for a long time, he had no choice but to look away with a guilty conscience, curving to save the country.

"However, it's not only the mother, but also the elder brother. You have to ask the elder brother for his opinion."

Tanji was taken aback for a moment, and asked in confusion, "Brother?"

"Brother Qing Xiang, besides mother, isn't Brother Qing Xiang always doing the housework? If he refuses, you have to stay at home."

Under the confused and suspicious gaze of the younger brother, the kitchen door gradually lost its voice.He stared at the palm lines on his palm, chaotic and intermittent memories were mixed together in his mind, and he couldn't make sense of them or unravel them.

The temples are throbbing and throbbing, but there is a figure, sitting against the wall in the shadows, with a scent of medicine, gentle eyes like a mother, like overlapping photos, vague and indistinct.

Green to...

who is it?

唰

The sound of pulling the sliding door vigorously awakened the absent minded stove door.

"elder brother!"

The girl with tied-up forehead stood there, described as flustered, with sweat dripping from her temples.

"Backyard... A strange door suddenly appeared in the backyard, and there were voices of many people behind the door!"