The strongest ghost is too afraid of death

In the ward, there was only the ending sound of 'le'.

After yawning, Shi Tou blinked vigorously, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with the sleeve of his hospital gown, and saw clearly the stunned Mohawk beside him.His eyebrows were clustered, and he looked very unhappy out of nowhere.

"Why are you here?"

"sorry, I……"

Xuan Mi didn't turn the corner for a while, and actually went down to apologize.

Qing Xiang coughed at the right time to interrupt Xuan Mi.

"Shi Tousang, since you're awake, let's discuss the next itinerary."

Shi Tou raised his head, his long black hair hung down his back on the head of the bed, and when he saw Qing Xiang's figure covered by Xuan Mi, he showed a big smile in a good mood.

"Ok!"

Qing Xiang suddenly shut his mouth.

...?

He silently and solemnly put away the envelope, turned over and got out of bed, stepped on the eaves of Shitou's bed with his bare feet, and reached out to touch the latter's forehead.

Could it be that the good seedling he just found is so stupid.

The latter looked at his movements blankly, and when the warm palm touched his forehead, the cub rubbed against his palm coquettishly, and the tingling feeling of soft forehead hair rubbing against his palm made the latter stop his hand instantly like a fire.

"...Shi Tousang?"

"Ok?"

Shi Tou answered with a nasal sound.

"Why, rubbing my hand?"

This question came out of my own mouth, no matter how strange it sounds.

"why?"

Shitou tilted his head without thinking.

"because I like you?"

The third person in the ward tried his best to suppress the still audible gasp.

The young man on the hospital bed obviously has the same face as "Tokito no Ichiro", but he seems to have been taken away, not only his actions are much smarter than before, but also more exposed, that smiling face, that straight ball, are all Qing Xiang In the concept, there is a four-dimensional wall that insulates from 'Shitou Muichiro'.

Qing Xiang fell silent, not knowing what to say for a while.

"...Thank you for liking?"

Shi Tou raised a smiling face at Qing Xiang again.

"You're welcome!"

He moved to the side of the bed, and patted the vacant edge of the bed under Qing Xiang's gaze, probably as a gesture of 'sit'.

"Do you want to discuss the next itinerary of the mission?"

Shi Tou seems to have never been so close to another swordsman. Even on the train two days ago, Qing Xiang and Shi Tou still sat opposite each other, with a table between them.

At this time, the hardness of the two mattresses was clearly the same. When I sat on the bed, I could feel the soft touch of the hospital bed. Qing Xiang's scalp was still numb, and his complexion remained unchanged with his ancient skills.

"Well, do you have any considerations? I had a brief discussion with Xuanya earlier, and I planned to let him escort you back to the headquarters of the Demon Slayer Squad, hand over the important information about the blue Higanana to the lord, and then I will meet Tanjiro. "

"The fifth on the string has not yet been executed. If the blue Bianhua is really an important item ordered by the ghost king himself as he said, I am afraid that I will not let it go. At that time, you will be the only one in Zekou, what should I do?"

When it comes to key topics, Shi Tou maintained his professionalism as a 'Xiazhu' and is no longer abnormal.

...Is it an anomaly or Tokito Muichiro's nature?

Qing Xiang regained consciousness, intending to listen to Shi Tou's plan.

"What are you going to do?"

"Immortal Chuan Xuanya returns to the headquarters, and the Yaya of the Demon Slayer Team can communicate with each other through the air. The Yaya will guarantee the content of the information about the Immortal Chuan. You and I will stay in Sawaguchi."

Shi Tou recalled intently, "I remember hearing a ghost say 'three days' on the sea... How long has it been since that night?"

It's not impossible to bring Shitou with you. As the captain, you must put the blue Bana flower on your side. With two pillars of combat power, you can still guard against it.

"In less than half a day, the ghosts won't appear in the daytime. Tanjirou should be safe for the time being. It's time for lunch. There's breakfast bought by Xuanya over there. You can eat something."

Shi Tou propped his palms toward the edge of the bed next to his legs, and reached for the kraft paper bag on the bedside table.

"Aren't you curious what that ghost said?"

... You are too close, I only pay attention to you.

"……What did you say?"

"I only heard something vague, like 'save the body' and 'one day left before three days', maybe there is a time limit for the ghost to do the mission?"

Shi Tou just swallowed a sticky fish burnt, but it didn't affect his clarity of speech at all, and he licked the belly of his finger holding the dim sum after speaking.

"Have you eaten?...Ah, and you." The latter pointed to Xuan Mi.

Xuan Mi, who had no sense of presence in front of the two pillars, said by the way, "I'm not hungry..."

"One serving is not enough for two people, so you can eat it all." Aoxiang refused, "You were almost critically ill last night, and you need to replenish energy to restore your body after recovering from a serious illness. I can buy some on the way to find Tanjiro later."

Shi Tou stared at Qing Xiang's right arm for a while, then nodded slowly.

In the end, I bought five snacks on the way to find the stove.

The hospital originally said that they did not agree to the discharge of the two of them, especially under the premise that Qing Xiang's right arm was simply bandaged, Qing Xiang had to leave the medical expenses and took the two of them out of the window together.

The sun was shining brightly on the street outside the hospital, and there were still eight hours before dark. One had just recovered from a serious illness and could not stop coughing softly along the way;Xuan Mi hurried back to the Ghost Killing Team to spread the news, while Qing Xiang bought two tickets to go to Xiangshou with Shi Tou.

Zaomen, who received the call from the crow, had been waiting in front of the station in Sashou City, and saw two familiar people get off the bus, jump up and wave their arms, and Qing Xiang threw a pack of oil paper.

"Sakura cake, it's delicious."

That being said, Qing Xiang didn't eat much by himself after the crow ate a piece.

He got straight to the point: "Are the doctor and his daughter safe? Even though it's daytime, it can't be completely guaranteed. The most important thing is to get together as soon as possible."

"Ok!"

Zaomen nodded seriously.

He was afraid that the little girl and the doctor who seemed to be targeted by ghosts would be in danger again, so he didn't leave them alone.Now the two of them were standing in the square outside the station, changing their outfits to avoid the police searching all over the city.

"(Mr Smith)"

But this time the attitude of foreign doctors has changed 180 degrees.

"(Hello.)"

He held Qing Xiang's hand tightly, his eyes full of affirmation and friendliness.

"(I misunderstood you earlier.)"

The little girl who was abducted hid at her father's feet. Contrary to her liveliness on the first day, she appeared timid.

"(I already know your true identities, similar to our country's secret police, I understand, I will fully cooperate with your work.)"

The chicken-and-duck talk at the hiding place and the stove door caused him a little misunderstanding, and the safe return of his daughter made him let go of his guard.

Qing Xiang's gaze drifted towards the stove door, who couldn't understand at all but still nodded solemnly.

...Although it was difficult to communicate, I got on the channel perfectly.

As expected of you, the successor of the day call.

Qing Xiang coughed, and nodded without blushing.

"(As long as you understand.)"

"(Now, tell us about your reason for coming to Japan and information about that 'flower'.)"

The truth of the matter is simpler than what Qingxiang thought, just like the strange disease that appeared in that village, the strange infectious disease spread in the villages near Xiangshou City, and even the hospitals in Zeguchi were helpless.At this time, instead, a certain big family of Sawaguchi discovered a possible special medicine for infectious diseases and invited Dr. Smith to come to Japan for research. The first sampling point originally planned was the village where the Ghost Killing Squad team first settled.

Qing Xiang was silent in thought, and looked up after a while.

"(What is the specific drug?)"

"(this.)"

The doctor took out a small bag from the briefcase he carried with him. It was originally used to hold some beans and coins. The capacity was not large, and the head could be pulled apart by two gold threads.

In the circle as wide as the little finger, Qing Xiang saw the bottom of the bag at a glance.

The slightly withered cyan fragments lay there quietly, even though surrounded by the shadow of the cloth bag, the petal fragments seemed to burst out of sunlight.Just watching, a river casted by sunlight will quietly pour into the heart of the watcher, creating a warm illusion.

Cyan Bana.

Cyan Bana.

Cyan Bana.

This is definitely the blue Bana flower.

Even if you haven't seen the sporadic appearance of the blue Bianhua before, the silent warmth has already confirmed everything.

Qing Xiang could hardly move his eyes away.

Wanting to tear away the cloth bag immediately, wanting to swallow the blue Bana flower and leave now, wanting to let the main body descend in front of the bustling station regardless of the sunlight.

But he looked away.

It was too small, barely as big as half a little fingernail, and the petals torn from the middle could barely see the original shape.

Even if it is used as a medicine primer, this blue Bianhua flower will not have much medicinal effect.

"(Where did you get this medicine guide?)"

The voice blurted out, and Qing Xiang realized that his voice was getting rough.

Fortunately, no one noticed his abnormality. The doctor closed the mouth of the bag with both hands, and held it in the palm of his hand without putting it away for the time being.

"(It's a big family with the surname 'Gongqian'. They paid for my air ticket and all expenses. They didn't tell me the origin of the petals, they only said that they bloomed near a cemetery somewhere.)"

In front of the palace...

Qing twitched for a moment to her little finger, and the crescent-white envelope in her arms felt like an illusion of being hot.

In the bustling station, Zaomen and Shitou stayed together on the steps again.

The station in Sashou City is much more lively than when they set off.Most of the travelers who come and go wear new clothes, and use round lady hats or narrow-brimmed hats to shade the sun, and the train moves slowly amidst the hum of steam.

Shi Tou stared at the blue sky in a daze, wondering what he was thinking.

The stove door was very silent. From the beginning, he only showed a knowing smile when he parted with the little girl, and the rest of the time was very quiet.

The atmosphere seemed heavy for no reason.

When Qing Xiang came back, he saw only one player who was quieter than the other.

The cloth bag containing the fragments of the blue Bana flower was persuaded to be handed over to him during Qing Xiang's analysis of the integration of emotion and reason.Now the small cloth bag is in front of his heart separated by a piece of cloth.

But, how should I put it, the warm touch penetrates the skin and fabric all the way, like melting sunlight, gathering in his heart bit by bit, forming an ocean current.The existence that was originally silent about the sun unconsciously let go of its defenses under such a gentle baking.

This warm current seems to come from someone in history, together with the warm but not hot emotion, and the thoughts like the sparkling spots on the sea quietly seeped into the bottom of my heart.

Qing Xiang's ego is very strong, and the washing of the warm current did not change his mind.

His goal is clear, the road ahead is clear, and the end point has not changed from the beginning to the end.

However, the city wall surrounded by warmth finally seeped through some sunlight, causing Qing Xiang to stretch out his hands unconsciously, with a helpless expression:

"I can give a depressed child a free pat on the head.

"Come on after touching your head."