The strongest ghost is too afraid of death

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"..."

The two got off to an awkward start.

No one spoke, the girl simply bypassed the prostitute Taro, and glanced behind him in confusion. She didn't see Sachiko who was leaving, and then turned her surprised gaze back.If she had spoken, she should be asking, "Who are you?"

The eyes of the prostitute Taro are not cold, unlike the disdain of some Shangxian ghosts and ghost dance Tsuji, nor the greed of other ghosts in the face of ingredients. He is like looking at a kitten on the side of the road. My sister likes it, and it is quite cute. Then I looked at it a few more times, and when I had enough, I stopped looking.

He raised his legs to enter the door without making a sound, walked to the corner of the firewood room, huddled against the wall, and rubbed his strangely shaped weapon with a small step, like a sickle and a wooden axe.Qing Xiang has seen him use this weapon to harvest several times, it is fast and neat, and he can also switch between short and long range.

Don't talk, that's fine.

Qing Xiang has no opinion on the prostitute Taro.Everyone is looking for the labor force of the green Bianhua, and he treats them equally. The jade pots that are not working have been cleared out, and the rest of the workers are doing good work and working hard.

Anyway, he ignored him, and he didn't care about him, that's all.

When Qingxiang was wearing women's clothes, he had a little burden on his body. If he was wearing men's clothes, he would directly sit on the floor of this small bench. It was the same yesterday. , reserved and polite.

Now the nail-thick dust on the ground made him unable to sit down. He huddled on the small stool, looking out boredly, thinking about how to get out of the sphere of influence of the sixth winding without attracting attention.

Weakened with poison? 'Qingxiang Youkang' is too weak, with Mei's level of vigilance, she can hardly fortify and cannot be eliminated, so weakening is completely feasible.Two ghosts have two bodies, weakening one is equivalent to killing them all.

... No way, there are only a few of the winding ghosts besides me, and they have to work without pay. How can the precious high-end labor be wasted like this.

Qing Xiang forcibly held back her itchy fingers and continued to be a pure, innocent and weak human girl.

As a result, the girl's bored look outside caused the surprise of the prostitute Taro, who described the ugly man as stopping the movement of wiping the knife, staring intently at the girl's eyes, trying to find clues, which attracted the girl's inexplicable look back.

"?"

"you"

The prostitute Taro frowned hesitantly, and when he heard his voice as rough as sandpaper, he stopped abruptly, and then lowered his voice a lot.

"Why aren't you afraid of me? Don't you think I'm ugly?"

The younger sister is gender stereotyped, and the older brother looks anxious.Qing Xiang was thoughtful, feeling that he deserved to be from a family.

Like the purgatory family, all the handsome Fengshen are handsome, but none of them realize that true beauty is true beauty.

The girl didn't speak for a long time, and the prostitute Taro affirmed the argument he had made in his heart. He looked gloomy, lowered his head, rubbed his fingers vigorously on the sickle, his knuckles turned white, and even wiped some blood mixed with it. Slag of rust.

While the awkward silence lasted, Qing Xiang, who was casually glancing outside, saw a sparrow. It was chubby, and when it landed on its fingers, it lost its balance and almost fell over. After it got its balance, it hopped up and down, chirping at him. attract attention.

It's short plush, its wings are not long, and its belly is not as big as a normal sparrow.

Qing Xiang: My wife Shanyi, it's time for your bird to lose weight.

The girl stood up from the chair, and finally she didn't have to curl up on a small stool. It seemed that her legs were numb. She sat up and walked around. The gloomy prostitute Taro just glanced at her and stopped looking. A strange smell distracted my mind, and I was about to turn my head to look.

"Give you."

A great handful of candies fell from the top of his head, onto the hem of his coiled sackcloth, and the colorful candies scattered all over his arms, adorning his eerie scythe.

"Here are the candies, don't be depressed, my voice is also ugly, take it as an apology."

The girl he looked up to had a natural expression. She spent the night in the side room of Mei's room, and her body smelled of plum, a faint fragrance of plum blossoms.

"..."

The prostitute Taro picked up a purple-skinned candy in a dull manner. The delicate candy wrapper was easy to untwist. sweet.

The prostitute Taro, who was staring down at the palm candy, didn't see the frenzied 'shh' gesture towards the door above his head.

The prostitute Taro stuck for a while, but didn't know how to respond for a while.

"Thanks,"

This is the first time in his life, together with ghost life, that he got a gift from someone other than Xiaomei. He didn't know what expression to put on, what to say, and Xiaomei would always "let it go" when receiving gifts from him. There is no more text.

Just as he was hesitating, the girl had already walked out of the house, carrying his figure on her back as if she was holding something, and headed towards the kitchen.

Go find the human girl from before.

On the contrary, the prostitute Taro breathed a sigh of relief, and the embarrassment and shame of being pushed in front of the camera disappeared.

The colorful candies were melted by the warmth of human palms, and the outflowing sugar liquid stuck to the sickle, mixing with the blood residue and rust on it.The prostitute Taro took off the sticky candy, hesitated for a long time, and finally held it in the palm of his hand and did not throw it away.

"Do you want to be made into a fried sparrow?"

Qing Xiang quietly stared at the little sparrow in his palm.

Other crows can talk, but my wife's little sparrow can't. He tilted his head, and Heidouzi looked at him with the look of 'I don't know anything, don't blame an innocent little sparrow'.

Fortunately, his master is very aware of his sparrow, and tied a piece of paper to the paw at the corner of its mouth. As soon as Qing Xiang opened it, good guy, flying and dancing wildly and unrulyly, it is hard to imagine how such a small character can write such an effect, even Can write Chinese characters, the whole process is fake.

[How is the situation?If the situation is not good, I will form a special agent team with Tanjiro and rush in to rescue you!Yu Sui has found the ghost’s lair, and now he is going to save people (he has three beautiful beauties as wives!!!), Yu Sui said that if you are in an emergency, he will save you first]

The three exclamation points showed my wife's anger so well that even 'Mr. Yu Sui' was reluctant to call her.

It's not that Qing Xiang is biased. Seeing this piece of paper, he carefully considered the level of combat power of both sides.

No, Yusui is just a gift, and the sum of Yusui and Purgatory is about the same.

Qing Xiang sighed, ran to the leader of the team, borrowed a pen from the only cultural person, picked up the pen and wrote in a font that was a hundred times better than the front face, succinctly:

[Don't come, if you can't beat it, ask the headquarters for help]

He fastened the piece of paper back to the rubber band on the sparrow's paw, and made a small base with his hands to support the sparrow to take off.When the sparrow took off, it excreted in a lump in his palm, but luckily the latter dodged quickly.

Qing Xiang: ...you won't survive an afternoon in the ghost camp.

I finished writing the reply letter, but I borrowed all the pens. Wouldn't it be a disadvantage to return it now?Qing Xiang thought about it, and simply ran to the guide to ask for another piece of paper, and wrote a letter with a pen.

Didn't Luo Ji always say that he has an ugly voice?Reasonable use of everything that can be used, taking advantage of the last moment before the Ghost Killing Squad came over, he tried not to be obtrusive and asked how the blue Bianhua was looking for.

I think the setting of cyan Bianhua, which cures all diseases, is very suitable for treating throat.

When she finished collecting the letters and went back to the woodshed, she found that not only Sachiko, but also Warahime, whom she had promised to talk to for an hour or two, had also appeared in it. Women in costumes and the crude woodshed seemed like two worlds, abruptly incompatible.

Sachiko stared at him cautiously.

"Taro Crane."

Fern Ji obviously had an angry look on her face, but it was no surprise, she probably came back after watching 'Taro Crane' wander around the whole time.

"Didn't I tell you not to walk around?!"

Qing Xiang tried not to speak in front of Fern Ji, and he was afraid that he would not be able to hold back his words.Qing Xiang rushed to the corner and found that the prostitute Taro was gone, along with the candy.

"let's go."

Fern Ji grabbed Qing Xiang's hand and rushed out of the house with big strides. It was hard to imagine how the steady and small steps of the evening walk could bring such big strides, but Qing Xiang walked faster than her, anyway, he was light.

The team behind chased after him in panic, and the pedestrians in front dispersed like a tide. The atmosphere seemed wrong, so Qing Xiang still asked, "What's wrong?"

Yu Sui should not be so fast, he has always been cautious and needs time to prepare.However, special circumstances cannot be ruled out. For example, the three wives in Yusui's legend are in crisis. At that time, he will take advantage of the situation and run away from the whirlpool of the incident.

"It's none of your business!"

Fern Ji roared at him without looking back.

Qing Xiang: ...OK

Until the night when I returned to Kyogoku House, the atmosphere was so oppressive that the whole room was silent. Wara Ji rushed into the room as soon as she came back, and no one was allowed to enter, and the door was tightly closed overnight.

Qing Xiang was in the next room, and could smell the chaotic smell of the two ghosts, which seemed vaguely present, but was covered by the strong plum fragrance.

The next day, when the sky was getting bright, a scream pierced the silence of Kyogoku House.

After the proprietress, the boss also died strangely in front of the Kyogoku house.It's just that this incident, like the short scream that cut through the morning, ended hastily, leaving no trace of Kabukicho.

Fern Ji left the room at the first moment of nightfall.

She is still the same, the distant mountains are like daisy, smiling, it seems that she is not the one who slammed the door last night, and it seems that the boss has never appeared in her memory, You Nu opened layers of screens, She was sitting at the highest point, with a warm smile, but her eyes were coldly scanning everyone in the room.

"God Amaterasu couldn't bear the loneliness of the boss's wife, Quanxia, ​​and sent the boss to the underworld to accompany her. Now the two are finally reunited."

No one dared to answer.

"By the way, Qianhua, besides the boss's funeral, I have one more thing I want to ask you to inquire about."

Qian Hua was trembling, her forehead resting on the back of her hands in front of her eyes.

"Qianhua, that yellow-haired little girl, that little girl I accidentally hurt when I let out my anger."

Fern Ji opened her eyes wide, but her tone was softer.

"Where has she gone?"