The strongest ghost is too afraid of death

"Teacher Purgatory and the others."

Yin, who was leading the way, whispered through the mask and replied:

"Master Yanzhu was seriously injured, Lord Chongzhu was unconscious, Lord Yinzhu and former Yinzhu Yusui lost both hands, please resign from the Ghost Killing Squad, Lord Lord has already promised."

"I see, how is the teacher's injury?"

Qing Xiang suddenly tightened his fingers.

... This is inevitable. After the hiding place was exposed, Shangliu still did not leave Kabukicho, which shows that they have a backhand.

"It has stabilized now, Lord Yan Zhu is waiting for you in the courtyard together with Lord Lord and other Zhu."

Qing Xiang responded briefly and then asked: "It's just the sixth of the winding, even if the teacher's legs and feet are inconvenient, how could it hurt like this with three pillars to help?"

Even Yinzhu and Xiazhu, who are half a bottle of water in the fifth of the first string, can still fight.

"It is not only the six of the upper strings that are two in one, but also the third of the upper strings, named Tong Mo, who uses golden fans to fight, and can use the blood ghost technique of ice and poison."

Qing Xiang paused on the ground.

"Tongmo?"

"Yes, Mr. Chongzhu once had a blood feud with him, and tried to kill him no matter the cost, but he was unable to do so, so he was injured and passed out."

He hesitated to speak, and after pondering for a moment, he closed his mouth, and no longer revealed any more information privately—the cause of death of the former style butterfly Kanae.

"Ask Butterfly House, can you within a week?"

Qing Xiang stepped out of the shadow of the colonnade, and the beam of light that lit up for a moment made the pupils dizzy for an instant.

'Don't be afraid, Mr. Purgatory and I will be by your side. '

The female's lithe voice trembles like a butterfly's wings.

"...Forget it, tell Master Hu Die to recuperate at ease. There are still seven pillars in the ten pillars. The hundreds of swordsmen of the ghost killing team are united from top to bottom, and they will not disappoint her. house to recuperate."

That's okay, just take advantage of the situation and survive the "encirclement and suppression" that must die.

"Yes."

Qing Xiang is now Yinzhu, and no one disputes his order.

"The sixth on the string, has it been killed?"

"Yes, in addition, Lord Yanzhu has a relic before his death, please pass it on to you. You can ask Lord Yanzhu later."

Relic?

Getting closer and closer to the gate, Qing Xiang withdrew the question, and simply thanked him for the journey:

"Thank you."

The heavy door creaked open.

The blocked light reflected vividly on the young man behind the door, the powerful character 'Mie' was blocked by the flame-patterned feathers, and the feather-patterned saber was hidden under the shadow of his right arm, round and quiet.

"My lord, Yinzhu, Qingxiang Youkang has arrived."

The boy kneeling on one knee bowed his head respectfully, calm and steady, and returned to the time when Tianyin saw him for the first time in a trance. The boy who had just arrived was wearing a brand new uniform of the Ghost Killing Squad, with smooth black hair and exquisite facial features. , compared with the swordsman, he secretly glanced in the direction of Yan Zhu at the students' children, and occasionally stared in a daze in a corner where outsiders could not see.

Ubuyashiki's mood was probably the same as hers, and the raised smile was not so much a welcome as an apology for witnessing something change.

"Youkang, you have grown up."

"As Yinzhu of the Ghost Killing Team, I still have a lot of childishness and instability. Thank you for your encouraging words."

Under the witness of the Nine Pillars, the young man who blurted out brazenly and said, "Kill the ghost killing team first when you are close to the water tower" seems to have disappeared.

"...Welcome back, my child (Swordsman)."

"Yes."

Responding with a single voice, Qing Xiang raised her head, and was slamming into the affirmative smile of Purgatory's praise, the smile probably said 'you did a great job! '

Sweeping across the bandages on the man's body like blossoming blood plums, Qing Xiang settled down, walked straight over, and stood side by side with him.

All the members of the ghost killing team gathered at the headquarters again, and no one was absent except for the unconscious Chong Zhu.

"If it's really what the ghost king wants, I'm afraid Shangxian will dispatch all of them. As for the ghost king, heck, I'm afraid I don't have the guts to come out."

No, Onimai Tsuji will definitely come.

"Shangliu died, Xiaxian, I haven't got any information about Xiaxian so far, just in case, ask A and B-level swordsmen to join us and be responsible for holding Xiaxian."

No need, the whole army has been wiped out.

"Just like what Undead Chuan said, the ghost king may not come. The ghost killing team must continue, and some ordinary swordsmen who have passed the test must be reserved."

"Hey, don't be so pessimistic, five strings, oh, I heard Hu Die say that the ghost king can't be manipulated by one—ha, this trash—there are four ghosts in total, and the ghost killing team has seven pillars, with an average of one and a half per person. Should last until daytime."

"...Kimai Tsuji, the day when you will atone for the sinful death of your subordinates... is finally coming."

Qing Xiang was not interested in listening.

Although they always ridicule Kiwu Tsuji as an incompetent and mediocre person, to some extent, the two people who resonate with "fear of death" understand each other, understand each other's strength, and each other's desire for the blue higan flower (survival).

In his eyes, these pillars who will participate in the "encirclement and suppression" are all dead people.

The blue Bana flower brought by Qingxiang himself is in the middle of the yard, and the condensed light is projected on it, pressing the bud to the side, shrinking the unshut leaves to the root of the stem, a gust of breeze with wisteria petals blowing, the bud is He nodded his head lightly as if saying hello.

"Wum, you're growing very well, just like Youkang, healthy and healthy!"

The man wrapped in gauze smiled brightly during the meeting. Even though the blood was all over his body and the strong smell of blood was enough to cover up the scent of wisteria, it was still not enough to dampen the man's hearty smile.

"If it's possible, I can give you half of my health, although it's not very healthy." Qing Xiang muttered irritably, "Forget about the legs, now the lungs are pierced by icicles, or just be like Lord Yusui... "He didn't finish speaking later, just said 'tsk'.

Originally, the legs and feet were pretty good, but now I have a whole body of illness... and the lungs, it's not good to prick the lungs, the lungs are the second life of the breathing method user, don't you know that?

Qing Xiang became more and more irritable.

"Well... this is indeed a problem. My legs haven't healed yet. I'm afraid it will slow everyone down in a week. Wumu, Youkang, do you think I should use Grandma Jiutang's prescription? She said it was a family name. Fang, it has a miraculous effect on fractures, but Hu Die said that earth prescriptions are easy to get infected, so I have always declined grandma's kindness, um, I feel so guilty!"

"Forget it, who knows what strange things Tufangzi added..."

Qing Xiang paused suddenly and turned his head abruptly.

"Are you going to participate in the siege in a week's time?"

His movements were too big, he almost lost his footing, he held on to the pillar and stared at the past.

"Wum, yes, what's the matter? Be careful, don't fall."

Purgatory was surprised by Qing Xiang's big reaction.

"After all, I am Yan Zhu of the Ghost Killing Squad—"

"How do you get rid of this new injury on your body?"

Qing Xiang's expression tended to be anxious, and he was forcibly suppressed, but he spoke quickly: "The Diewu group who are good at healing have no leader, and they can't heal half in just one week! ... Yes, and your legs, what about your legs?"

... Cup bone blade, calm down, control your symptoms, don't be controlled by emotions.

Purgatory was taken aback for a moment, then smiled dumbly.

"Well, well, Youkang, this body injury is a badge of honor for a man. You see, it looks scary, but it's actually not a big deal. I still have strength. As for the legs, I want to ask you to try Grandma Jiutang... "

But his relaxed attitude ignited Qing Xiangqiang's self-restrained emotions.

"Facing the ghost king is very dangerous. If you are not careful, you will die without a whole body. How do you meet the enemy like this now? Are you brave enough to go up and die?"

Purgatory is dumb.

"...Youkang, calm down, you always think about the lowest point of things. The ghost killing team lures the enemy deep. Do your best, prepare for your best—”

"Do you want to deceive yourself with the ethereal probability theory?!"

The boy's blurted outrage made the meeting of the Ghost Slayer Squad, which was in the middle of it, come to an abrupt halt.

"What the hell are you thinking? On the battlefield, do you also pray for the blessing of the Bodhisattva, pray for the evil spirits on the opposite side to fall, and pray that they forget how to use blood ghosts? Just think about the good of things in everything, so that you can change the reality Is it? The reality is that your current injury can't last halfway, let alone survived the end of World War I! Ah, I see, you are going to embrace the fearless mentality of "sacrificing my happy family" again? You want to be their Bodhisattva, so the sorrows of your relatives and friends will be put on the shelf, right? The self-satisfaction of escaping from reality makes you feel extremely happy?!"

No, I don't think so.

Why do I say that?

"What? Why didn't you talk? Did I hit the mark? In your heart, those strangers who met once are more important than the relatives and friends you accompany day and night, aren't they? Qianshoulang has no elder brother since then, and the Purgatory family has completely disappeared. To become the mainstay, Yan Zhu's lineage will be cut off from now on, is this what you want?!"

In the silence, Purgatory watched him silently, without any wavering expression.

"I never thought about it that way."

"You lied to me!"

The result was Qing Xiang instead, already shaken to the point of horror.

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, the purgatory masters are quarreling! ...It turned out to be Xiaoyou Kanghou Mr. Purgatory!what to do! !

Ganlu Temple was flustered, looking left and right, panicking in the oppressive and breathless atmosphere.

She spoke in a dazed way before her eyes: "I, I just said that Xiao Youkang is under too much pressure... I haven't had time to rest since I came back, why don't you go to the butterfly house to lie down for a while..."

As if the air was being sucked away, her voice became smaller and smaller.

The wisteria flowers are falling quietly, the afternoon breeze is refreshing and pleasant, and the courtyard deep in the bushes is deserted, except for the inaudible shortness of breath of the young man.

Everyone stared at the two people who were fighting in silence.

"... Youkang."

Purgatory's eyebrows softened quietly.

It was obviously the one who lost his temper unscrupulously, but he was the one who spoke first to comfort him.

"It's still in the meeting, let's talk about it after the meeting is over, okay?"