The strongest ghost is too afraid of death

This was the first time Cup Skeleton had a chance to see Purgatory's eyes up close.

Orange-yellow, like the burning clouds in the setting sun, fluttering and floating.

There is no shadow of fire, but there is heat. You can feel a little temperature just by looking at it. It doesn't burn people, like a stove a few steps away. The flame is tightly hidden, and there is only a faint orange light.

In the warm burning clouds, Cup Skull saw his own shadow clearly.

The sharp teeth are spread out, the broken hair on the side of the face hangs down, the eyes of the beast in the shadows are red, like a hodgepodge of blood and anger, like the burning stare of a beast in the deep forest, like blood clots, and three words are written crookedly in each of the two eyes. words:

'winding one'

"..."

Cup Skeleton's fingers felt as if they were being scorched by temperature, and the cloth under his hand couldn't feel it.

The young man who was flaunting his power just now slowly lowered his head and whispered.

"...Am I ridiculous?"

like a clown.

Despicable and powerless, it runs counter to my original intention.

"That's not something I can judge."

Purgatory laughed, he was still out of strength, he simply lay back on the bank of the river, lying in the fragrance of the reeds by the river.

Regardless of the process, hundreds of innocent passengers who he had given up hope and tried his best were saved.

"On my part, I will thank you."

If it weren't for 'ha', hundreds of lives might actually be wiped out today.

Just thinking of the appearance of those hundreds of people, Purgatory couldn't help but smile knowingly.

Cup Skull Blade loosened Purgatory's collar, and stretched his already numb fingers.

The roar and depression just now seemed to be hallucinations, and his voice returned to the arrogance when the two met for the first time.

"That was not my intention."

The young man stood up and looked down at the exhausted man, but he didn't do anything, even though the people at his feet were unarmed.

The orange-yellow fading sun wheel knife stands upside down on the far bank of the river, heralding the not-too-distant morning sun.

Cup Skeleton raised his head, looked at the Fubo river, and saw a faint touch of orange on the gloomy river.

His scarf was soaked in water, and he couldn't lift it up when he turned around. It fell on his back, soaking the kimono fabric, showing hidden patterns like 'feathers', which made the foggy purgatory look familiar.

"Stay back!"

Purgatory stood up precariously, his figure swayed, and as his position changed, river water flowed out from his ears, still bloodshot.When he shouted to the young man who was far away, Bai Jie's teeth were stained red with blood.

The pain in the right foot was severe, and the pain washed over the whole body, but it couldn't reach the bottom of my heart.He smiled again, sincerely, blazingly, radiating temperature like a flame.

"At least tell me your name! My name is Purgatory Xingshourou!"

The voice echoed along the river wind, and the people who gradually moved away didn't even look back. Only the water stains on his back could not stop spreading all the way to his arms, drawing a crane embroidered with delicate silk threads: feathers fluttering, neck high, Stand proudly on your back.

It will be daylight.

Inosuke, who had the characteristics of a 'beast', was the first to recover from his fear, and forcibly woke up Zaomen and my wife.

The situation was critical, and the terrified screams of the passengers were still lingering in the carriage due to the sudden change. Without hesitation, Inosuke inserted two sun wheel knives into the soil beside the railroad track, and the kitchen door breathed water "waterspout" to raise the reaction force.

Just as it was about to collide head-on with the car in front that had turned into scrap iron, my wife exploded with a power dozens of times greater than normal, using a form of the breath of thunder, and the flashing silver thread erupted with intense light, smashing the The incoming scrap iron was chopped in half to protect the people in the entire carriage.

When Purgatory limped back to the carriage with its excellent sense of smell and direction, the stove door was the first to rush up.

"Mr. Purgatory!!!"

He was buried in the lapel of purgatory, looking at the exposed scorched wounds, he kept grasping the flame-patterned haori.

He was still too weak.Can only be blocked by others.

"I am fine."

Purgatory patted his head with a smile.It's easy to smile.

"Thank you for your hard work."

"Are these wounds caused by the 'ghost'?"

My wife pointed to the wounds all over Lian He's body, and she couldn't speak clearly.

The previous palpitations still made his thighs tremble.

Inosuke was rarely quiet.

that fear.That was an absolute gap, a field that he could never set foot in now, even if he was on the outskirts of the battlefield, he couldn't resist the desire to survive and run away.

Like an absolute leader on the top of a mountain, other animals dare not take a step closer.

Zaomen's face was paler than my wife's and Inosuke's.

Not because of cowardice, but because of the familiar coercion, the fear that often woke him up at midnight in the Spider Mountain.

Exactly the same breath.

"That is,"

Purgatory paused for a moment, not knowing whether to drag a few people into it, but thinking that they had seen 'ha''s face clearly, they simply confessed.

"That's the winding one."

The scene paused for a moment.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

With a sharp wail, my wife hugged her head and ran to the far corner of the car sobbing, for her good years were coming to an end, and for herself that she could no longer hold Xiaokui's hand.

His heart skipped a beat, and the fact that he had come back from a life-and-death detour made his teeth chatter.

"I don't want to die! I don't want to die! Grandpa! Help me! I want to go home!"

Just the fifth follower in the last string made him almost die in Natian Spider Mountain. The feeling of being next to death is too scary.

"Shanyi, don't be afraid."

Purgatory simply picked up the bloodless stove door with one hand, and the boy who was held in his arms with one hand widened his eyes in astonishment.He moved to my wife's side and patted the latter's head - Yan Zhu's exclusive comfort.

"It was he who saved us. If it wasn't for him, I might not be able to save all of you, and I'm still here, no one will hurt you, trust me!"

My wife hugged Purgatory's hand, raised her head and twitched, sucking back the snot that was coming out of her nose.

"But, but isn't he a ghost? Ghosts are people-eating. I've already seen what he looks like, and he will definitely be silenced—"

"Um……"

Purgatory pretended to think, and smiled easily.

"It seems that there are good ghosts and bad ghosts among ghosts."

The news brought back by Purgatory was like a bomb, blowing up the entire quiet Ghost Killing Squad.

You must know that the last Swordsman of the Ghost Killing Team who went straight to Shangxian Ghost was the last Shuizhu who never returned. Not to mention returning safely, they even knew very little about Shangxian Ghost's information.The news learned during this trip to Purgatory is that the ghost killing team is more important than anything else at present.Except for the rock pillars and water pillars whose origins could not be distinguished, the rest of the pillars were all called back by the crow.

Purgatory, with a burned right leg and damaged internal organs, was given a chair, with Zhu Zhu beside him changing his dressing.Ubuyashiki suggested that Purgatory take a break, but the latter insisted on passing the information to everyone personally.

Different from the consolation in front of my wife, Purgatory revealed several doubts during the entire mission.

Including "seeking vengeance" which is obviously not the purpose, after "seeking vengeance", he still stays on the train, and pays inexplicable importance to purgatory—even if he can't see it, he can hear it, the panic on the roof does not seem to be fake—it seems to be the same as Tanjiro The breath perceived on Spider Mountain is consistent... and so on.

Different from the column and meeting that used to be.This time Lian Xiazhu listened carefully, no one was joking, and Yinzhu was still in deep thought.

"A ghost that doesn't eat people?"

"can not confirm."

The sound column shook his head slowly.

"He has never responded directly, and the only time he responded was when he was impatient, and it was not true."

"Agree."

It was rare for Xia Zhu to speak at the meeting, and her immature face was full of seriousness.

"No non-eating ghost rises into one of the winding ones."

The ranks of ghosts are clear, and the number is determined by strength and weakness. Because of the characteristics of ghosts, it is difficult to increase their strength by their own efforts if they do not eat a lot of human flesh.

The existence of Zaomen Nezuko tells them that "ghosts" can also survive without eating people, using unique blood ghost techniques.But the former is still groggy and needs a lot of sleep instead of human flesh to replenish energy.

"But he saved me and hundreds of innocent passengers, that's a fact."

In the eyes of everyone, Purgatory is very magnanimous.

"I would like to believe him."

Feng Zhu tapped his forehead with his knuckles irritably and violently.

"This is also a problem. Why does he want to save humans?"

There are one or two ghosts who save human beings, and Mi Douzi is the first, and he reluctantly accepts.

Now it was one of the winding ones to take the shot, not just him, this question lingered in the minds of all the meeting participants.