The strongest ghost is too afraid of death

The winding corridor, the fine white sand under the corridor, and the wavy stripes between the sand.

The separated sliding doors are painted with moon-white cranes singing loudly, and the feathers extend all the way through the corridor.

Perhaps it was because there was only the chirping of sparrows in the huge house, the four members of the ghost killing team were very quiet, and followed the butler who guided them to the most central pavilion.

"... so far away."

Shi Tou complained in a low voice.

"It's so big... It's the first time I've visited such a large yard." Ganlu Temple exclaimed in a low voice.

"Although I don't care too much about money, it would be great if we could hold a wedding in such a large yard." She cupped her cheeks.

Qing Xiang answered: "With Lord Snake Zhu?"

Red steam appeared above Lianzhu's head again.

"Yu, Youyoukang, what nonsense are you talking about! Besides, Mr. Ihei should not be interested in love or anything..." As a result, her true thoughts were clear at a glance.

The two are in love until now and haven't confessed.

Qing Xiang was speechless.

"Yukang."

"?...!"

It was the first time that Youkang was called by a cold voice, Qing Xiang was startled for a while, and then looked over subtly: "Shi Tousang, what's wrong?"

"If the other party invites you to recognize your ancestors, will you agree?" Shi Tou thought for a while and changed his words: "It means, leave the ghost killing team and become the son of a rich family."

"Let's not talk about being a son of a rich family and being a swordsman of the Ghost Killing Squad." Qing Xiang explained to him one by one, "Secondly, the famous family often has a set of complicated and rigorous procedures to recognize and return children living outside, like me. The possibility of an 'illegitimate child' who is nameless and unidentified, please go back to the genealogy with tears in his eyes as before, is almost zero."

——"Mr. Qing Xiang, I request you abruptly, but please abandon your current surname and change my surname to Gongqian, so as to revive the lintel in front of the palace!"

"..."

Qing Xiang could feel Shitou's gaze behind her.

"Forgive me, but the glory of the Gongqian family still exists today, and there should be no use of such a serious word as 'glorious lintel'..."

The man with the mustache on his upper lip sighed heavily.

"Outsiders don't know that the Gongqian family is actually a family with few heirs and a life-or-death crisis. Since the previous patriarch died of serious illness, the heirs in the family have died one after another. The pure-blooded family members are stupid and attribute all misfortunes to the previous patriarch. The curse of the head of the family, saying that he would not send any heirs to the family as adopted sons, but the branch family who intends to send step-children has impure blood."

"Stop, I understand for now, but there is a second question."

It is too hasty to identify the ancestors and return to the clan. "How to determine my bloodline? They haven't come out yet.

"No, I trust my hunch."

The current patriarch in front of the palace is very sure, "You are the heir of my clan, with the curvature of the eyebrows and cheekbones, the sitting posture and demeanor, there will be no second person. If you don't believe it, the test results in a week will reveal the truth." Big white!"

No, you just went to the doctor in a hurry.

Qing Xiang sighed impatiently.

"Not to mention this, you also know my current identity. As Yin Zhu of the Ghost Killing Team, I have to discuss important matters about ghosts with you. I heard that you have obtained a medicine called 'Blue Bana Flower'."

"This is also the best reason for you to be the heir of my clan. The Ghost Killing Squad is a hundred-year-old gang, and they are at the 'pillar' level at such an age. Apart from our clansmen in front of the palace, who else would be so outstanding?"

As a large family that controls the lifeline of a party's economy, the Miyamae family is of course aware of the existence of the Ghost Slayer Squad.

'Gangs'...

Qingxiang looked back, Ganlusi applauded him happily, Shitou was still in a daze, and Zaomen looked around the interior in amazement, but no one cared about the other party's characterization of the Ghost Slayer Squad as a 'gang'.

...Indeed, the Demon Slayer Squad is not an organization that cares about these things.

Qing Xiang turned around bored.

"Let me tell you straight, the blue Higan flower is the key that Oni Wu Tsuji, that is, the King of Oni, ordered to find. If you store it at home without permission, you may be killed. At that time, it will not be a small problem like the death of an heir, but a tragedy of extermination. For this reason, I hope you will hand over the 'Blue Bana' to the Ghost Killing Squad for safekeeping."

It was originally a flower seed found by chance beside the grave on the land of the Gongqian family. The owner of the family agreed very simply, but made a little request.

"Are you going to call Yukang-kun 'Miyako Yukun' from now on?"

Zaomen followed Qing Xiang, comparing back and forth: "Are you preconceived? I think 'Qing Xiang' sounds better."

He was very nervous and wanted to say something casually to relax his energy.

"You can do whatever you want, 'Gongqian Youkang', 'Qingxiang Youkang', or even 'Purgatory Youkang'."

The closer he was to that warm feeling, the faster Qing Xiang's footsteps were, his eyes were full of the blue Bana flowers that he was about to get, and he answered with a little carelessness.

Being the next Patriarch of the Gongqian family... what does it have to do with me, anyway, I have nothing to do with the blue Bana flower.

"Purgatory Blessing!" Ganlu Temple exclaimed in a low voice, and then blushed happily, "I have such a good relationship with Mr. Purgatory."

"Yes, with Mr. Purgatory,"

Qing Xiang's striding action got stuck.

"……good relationship."

He continued to walk forward, and for some reason, the excitement and excitement in his heart were greatly disappointed by Ganlusi's words.

...Everything is a tool for me to survive, and now my goal is finally achieved, and I no longer need to play games.

Tongmo, Bantiangou, Mei Brothers and Sisters, Ghost Killing Squad, Hu Die, Yusui, Shitou, Zaomen, Purgatory...all of them are stepping stones in my upward climb, providing a foothold for me to catch the stars on the Christmas tree .

But why does the more I spit out the string of names, the more guilty I feel?

Qing Xiang didn't want to think about it anymore, he quickened his pace and hid his face in the invisible shadow behind him.

"Hurry up, there is not much left in three days, before that we must transfer the blue Bana flower."

The cold tone made Ganlusi, who was originally happy, carefully tried to see his face.

Youkang... Is it too much pressure? I heard that the ghost who is staring at the blue Bianhua is the fifth of the top strings, and there may be other top strings coming. The first time you do a task, you will encounter hell level. It must be very oppressive.

The butler who was about to politely remind him not to worry was choked by the cold voice.He no longer tried to remind, leaned slightly, and pushed open the Gothic door of the glass greenhouse for Qing Xiang.

The flowers are in a brown-red flowerpot less than three steps away from Qingxiang.

With cyan as the background, several slender petals enclose yellow stamens, swaying under the scorching sun.

There is an open space one step away, and the light refracted by the glass is concentrated on the buds without hindrance. The dazzling light seems to be looking directly at the sun at noon.

The black-haired boy stopped moving a second before approaching the beam.

"?"

Ganlu Temple tried to look around, but the strange big leaf flower at hand blocked her sight.

Why did you suddenly stop moving?

"that……"

The boy who turned around turned his brows and eyes as gentle as ever, with a helpless expression.

"Although it may indeed be the blue Bana flower, it hasn't bloomed yet."

"I was going to remind you of this, so I told you 'don't worry'." The butler leaned over him.

"Not blooming?"

Zaomen subconsciously looked at Qing Xiang, who still had that gentle expression, standing half a palm away from the beam of light, but no longer approached half a step.

Although it looks normal, the gut feeling is terrible!This can't be a special performance of Xiao Youkang's stress!

As the 'big sister', Ganlu Temple's vigilance radar blared wildly, trying to appease:

"Yu, Youkang, don't worry, finding the blue Bianhua is already a big step forward, it doesn't matter if it doesn't bloom, we can transplant him to the ghost killing team, maybe we can attract the ghost king to catch them all! Mr. Butler, the blue Bianhua How to raise it, can it be transplanted to the mountain?"

"These peanuts are not delicate, they only need enough sunlight to grow, I think transplanting is no problem. There is about a week before it blooms, ah, remember, it must be in full sun. , if it is missing even one day, the flower will gradually wither."

"If it's a ghost."

Qing Xiang interjected with an extremely calm emphasis.

"It's absolutely impossible to feed it."

"Uh... hey, yes."

"Remember to come back here to inherit Gongqian's family after everything is settled, otherwise Gongqian will have to change his surname and hand it over to someone with a different surname!"

When Qing Xiang and his group were about to leave, the Patriarch in front of the palace personally sent them to the door, urging them worriedly over and over again.

"Remember! Remember!"

Qing Xiang stared at the swaying flower bone in the embrace of the stove door, had a good look, and said perfunctorily: "Ah, is that so, if I don't come back here, who will the Gongqian family give it to?"

"To that relative named Noda!"

... Noda.

Hope's Peak preparatory course third-year class B, the son of oil and gas tycoon Noda Yusaburo - Noda Masato.

In other words, Qing Xiang was the original owner before fine-tuning the face he was wearing now.

Everything is connected.

Masato Noda, is this your punishment for violating my portrait rights?

What a noble son with copyright awareness.

Qing Xiang was inexplicably tired.The crows above his head and the other three standing in a row got his finger and landed on his shoulders.

"Tell my lord, we will quickly escort the blue Biganhua back to the Ghost Killing Squad, hoping to get exact orders or other destinations: the fifth of the first string has already been eyeing us. If we return to the headquarters at this time, the coordinates may be exposed."

But with Ubuyashiki's temperament, the timing is right now, so he won't continue to hide.

The communication speed of the crow in an emergency is extremely fast, which is almost the same as the efficiency of a mobile phone a century later, and the content forwarded is the same as Qing Xiang expected: "Don't worry, welcome my children home now, and Ghost Dance Tsuji The grievances and grievances that have lasted for centuries will finally come to a day of liquidation. '

Qing Xiang bowed his head and said yes.

When he looked up again, the young man's face remained unchanged.

Oni Wu Tsuji has no misery, the days of coexisting with you and being restrained everywhere should be over.

Just let me kill someone with a borrowed knife, not only to settle the grievances between the Ghost Slayer Squad and you, but also to end the entanglements between me and you.