The strongest ghost is too afraid of death

The dignified and serious discussion took place in the courtyard, and most people participated in the discussion, including the Ubuyashiki in the upper head.Except for Hu Die who was beside Purgatory, silently closing her eyes to change his medicine.

"Hu Die, you are very silent today, did you think of anything?"

Purgatory pressed Hu Die's untied bandage, and stretched his fingers in accordance with the latter's intention.

"I've caused you trouble, I'm sorry." He thought it was delaying Hu Die's thinking and discussion for his own treatment.

Hu Die shook her head.

After a moment of silence, she asked again.

"Mr. Purgatory, are you sure what you see is the eight-feathered fork-legged, erect crane pattern?"

"There was blood blurring my vision at the time, but the pattern is generally correct."

"so."

Hu Die didn't elaborate, but brought up another topic.

"Did you see Qingxiang when you came? Yihei sent him a gun with bullets soaked in wisteria flowers. I heard that the training effect is good."

"I saw!"

Purgatory cheered up and laughed.

"Very handsome! Youkang also likes it very much, and said that he will go on a mission with me next time. Although I want him to cultivate at home for a while, I can't stand Youkang. Yihei trained him very well, concealment and sex Mobility is everything, if I didn’t take the initiative to make a sound, I wouldn’t even notice where he was hiding. This is called a sniper, right? The sniper of our Ghost Killing Team, this is a new era.”

The man who was a little tired just now was talking non-stop, and no one could see his joy. He said so, but in fact he was the one who was most looking forward to serving as Ghost Slayer with Qing Xiang.

Hu Die laughed, cut off the gauze, wrapped it around the gauze on his right arm, and tied it gently.

"You can't touch the water for a month. If you need help, call Qingxiang and Qianshoulang. After taking care of Qingxiang, Qianshoulang will take care of Mr. Purgatory. Well, he has worked hard for a while."

However, when it comes to water, Hu Die will inevitably recall the 'hidden pattern wetted by water' this time.

Her smile gradually subsided, but Purgatory, who was still immersed in Qing Xiang's handsome appearance with a gun, didn't notice.

As a stepson, Qing Xiang is not qualified to hear what happened in the Zhuhe meeting.

Beside him sat three little ones.Faced with one winding and one winding, except for small scratches to achieve the task of no casualties, the nurses of the butterfly house who heard that several people in Purgatory returned to the team to wait for the door said good luck, especially the stove door. After all, this is his first time. The second time against the first quarter moon, he returned to the team safely, and inexplicably spread the name of "good luck" in the ghost killing team.

After checking for a long time, it was confirmed that there were no wounds that needed to be fought. The headquarters of the ghost killing team had another meeting to evacuate irrelevant people. Diewu simply packed the three small ones to Qing Xiang and asked him to take them back to the Purgatory House.

"Senior Qing Xiang—"

I don’t care about bringing people back, there is no tea, just sitting here. My wife has been sitting for an hour, and her legs are numb.

He hugged his knees and rolled on the ground curled up.

"I'm boring--"

When will the meeting end? He's going to the Butterfly House to find Xiaokui to comfort his wounded soul——

Qing Xiang sits cross-legged, improves his concentration when the transfer of body consciousness is limited, and eavesdrops on the meeting on the mountain to the maximum extent. He stumbles and can't hear a few words clearly. At this time, there are still people making trouble, full of rage and indifference :

"Oh."

If it weren't for you, hundreds of human beings wouldn't be so heavy in purgatory, and they wouldn't have to be seriously injured-the situation was beyond expectations, and someone who felt ashamed of his gaffe that day was so unreasonably angry.

My wife hugged her knees and froze on the floor.

Having been overwhelmed by the previous murder, Inosuke managed to suppress his temper, but the range was limited, and he slapped his legs impatiently and shouted:

"Is there anything to eat? I want something delicious!"

"No."

"Then I'm going out to find something to eat myself!"

"No."

"I don't care what you say! I'm going out!"

"no way."

Inosuke stood up with one foot, and his dantian was about to resist, but was shocked and nailed to the spot by the gloomy and extremely gloomy gaze of the young man sitting cross-legged.

He would not give face to ordinary people who were so shocked, but probably because of some beast's unique intuition, he sat down quietly, crossed his arms and sulked.

My wife was right next to Inosuke, and following that glance, she was so frightened that her hair stood up in half as if electrified, and her pupils trembled.His small head was filled with bewilderment from the bottom of his heart.

Tan, Tanjiro, is this what you said, the reliable and gentle Aoki-senpai?

The kitchen door, which received my wife's confused question, looked back and forth at both ends, in a dilemma.

He thought that it might be because Mr. Purgatory suffered such serious injuries for them, and Senior Qingxiang would be angry, so he wanted to apologize to Senior Qingxiang.

"Senior Qing Xiang..."

He groaned in a low voice.

... This voice is the voice of the day.

And the elder brother of that strange ghost.

Qing Xiang withdrew his gaze from the expanded field of vision, and returned to this small Japanese room again.

As a result, the people in the Japanese room clearly saw that across from the three of them, a young man in a cotton kimono who was clearly sitting there seemed to be partly cloudy and stormy, and his gloomy face, which had not changed since entering the room, suddenly turned. When the sun cleared, the corners of the upturned mouth were no longer curled up, the shadowy eyes were brightened, the brows and eyes were slightly lowered, the eyes were gentle and soft, and the voice was as soft as the eyes.

"What's wrong? Tanjiro."

Inosuke: ...

My wife:……?

My wife:? ?

My wife:? ? !

This change obviously stunned Zaomen, he stumbled and continued what he wanted to say in a daze.

"I want, I want to apologize to you for causing Mr. Purgatory to suffer such serious injuries."

"Scars are medals of bravery, and they are precisely one of the honorable manifestations of the teacher's frontal winding."

Qing Xiang comforted the stove door with a pure, reliable and gentle smile, like the frivolous treetops outside the house.

"Tanjiro, you're always taking responsibility that doesn't belong to you. It's not a good habit."

Don't go into a dead end, push yourself to a desperate situation, and then explode the seed and use more breath of the day like you did to Tired last time.

Before you understand your family's bloodline research, don't cause me more trouble.

"Uh-huh!"

Instead, being enlightened by Senior Qing, Zaomen was a little embarrassed and nodded vigorously.

Qing Xiang stretched out his hand with a smile, starting from the hair of the stove door, and running backwards to the back of the neck, it seemed that he just rubbed the latter's head to comfort him.

It's just that when pulling away from the back of the young boy's neck who was still shy, the fingertips that moved quietly did not attract anyone's attention.

"……what?"

Just one step away, my wife was shocked and her face was blank when she witnessed this scene.

"This is the end?"

No reproach, even a pat on the head.

what?

This gigantic word filled his heart.

Weren't you still angry just now?

"Are you bored?"

Qing Xiang braced his knees, stood up from the ground, and walked outside the house.

"The meeting should last another half an hour, wait a minute, I remember there are puzzles at home."

The figure who went out to pick up the puzzle disappeared from behind the paper sliding door, and my wife jumped up from the ground like a fish rolling, and rushed to the stove door.

"What's the matter with him! Why is he so fierce to me and so gentle to you! Ah! I remembered, Mi Douzi too! Obviously I am the best to her, why does she like you so much! Magic, you use Sorcery!"

My wife was pawing at the stove door, complaining and crying loudly.

The stove door hugged my wife who came up, my brain was still overloaded.

From the back of the head to the back of the neck, there is still a piece of electric shock. He doesn't know that he is only one hand away from death, and he just thinks it's because he hasn't been touched for a long time.