The strongest ghost is too afraid of death

Undead Chuan and Butterfly had an unnoticed argument in the corridor.

"Accept that kid so quickly, because you also have a stepson? It's only been a day, and I think that kid is about to show his feet. Then let's see how I beat that kid who is eager for quick success...!"

"Mr. Bushichuan, please don't make trouble for no reason."

Even though she was impatient with Undead River, the corners of Butterfly's mouth still had a gentle arc that would never fall.

The kimono worn by the boy named Aoxiang when he came was mended, and it was draped in the butterfly's arms.

"And Mr. Yusui... Ah! Miss Shinobi and Mr. Undead Chuan!"

At the corner of the corridor, Ganlusi, who has long hair from cherry pink to fresh green, waved to the two of them, and the soft-winged raven was pecking at her shoulders.

The silent two looked sideways together.

"Miss Mitsuri, what's wrong?"

The butterfly smiled at her like nothing happened just now.

"Well, Mr. Yu Sui just sent a message saying that something happened to Mr. Purgatory's stepson..."

"what!"

Immediately there was a mocking smile on Undead Chuan's face, but his heart was not as happy as he thought.

"I just said that kid is going to show his feet!"

Butterfly frowned slightly, thinking of another matter.

"The training is too heavy. Is there something wrong with his blood supply?"

Beginners without a training foundation are often the most likely to die suddenly due to heart failure after a lot of training.The instructor can only try to reduce this possibility step by step with systematic training methods, and it cannot be completely eliminated.

"Ah, that's not the case."

Only then did Ganlu Si realize that his words were very ambiguous, so he quickly waved his hands.

"No, it's not that serious. When Mr. Yu Sui was looking for Mr. Purgatory, he discovered that Qingxiang was secretly practicing extra at night."

Butterfly, who was originally in a dignified mood, breathed a sigh of relief.

"Extra practice? Does he still have the strength to practice more?"

Undead Chuan asked rudely.

"Where's Purgatory? Didn't find it?"

Maybe he didn't even realize it, but when he heard about it, his first reaction was no doubt.

Qing Xiang's training place was at Purgatory's home, less than [-] meters away from the latter's resting room. Purgatory naturally found out. Not only did he find out, but he also hid in a hidden place that was difficult to find, escorting the training of the young people in the field.

Yu mari is difficult to understand.

"Aren't you going to stop him?"

What to do if something goes wrong.

"This is Qingxiang's awakening. I can't stop it, otherwise it would be disrespectful to his perseverance. I will guard him here to prevent him from overreacting."

"It's not gorgeous that you two act exactly the same."

At first seeing the boy with black hair and black pupils, Yu Sui thought that he was incompatible with Yan Zhi's breath, but after looking at it now, it was unexpectedly suitable.

"Uhm! After all, we are all called of flames...Miss Butterfly?"

In the training ground, the woman with the golden purple butterfly hair ornament lightly tapped the sand above the boy's head with her toes. The butterfly was as light as water, and did not stir up even a grain of sand.

The moonlight condenses lightly, covering the gentle eyebrows and eyes of women with tulle, and the fragrance of wisteria permeates the tip of the nose.

Her eyes are bright and her smile is gentle.

Such a beautiful woman bent down slightly, and stretched out her hand to the boy.

"Can you stand up?"

What answered him was the silence of the boy kneeling on the ground.

Ganlusi, who was standing with several people from Purgatory, showed a worried expression.

"Are you too tired and fainted?"

"Indeed, excessive training may lead to a breakdown of the energy supply, causing the brain to suddenly fall into a coma, purgatory, you"

However, in the middle of speaking, Yu Sui narrowed his eyes as if he sensed something was wrong.

"That kid..."

If you really faint, you will not have such a regular and deliberately light breathing.

The upper limbs seem to be weak, but the calf muscles are tense.

This is--

"……Butterfly!"

In the arena, the hand that was stretched out to support the boy because he hadn't raised his head for a long time, the tip of his fingernail that quickly retreated touched the tip of the dagger that flashed past.

When the boy raised his head, the black pupils swallowed all the moonlight, only the cold light of the dagger was engraved in the center of his pupils.

"Who are you? The flame pillar of the Ghost Killing Squad is 50 meters away from your six o'clock direction. I advise you not to act rashly."

"...!"

Yu Sui and Purgatory stared together in astonishment.

Ganlusi gasped, then choked on himself, stumbling and coughing into his sleeves.

When did he find out?

... This is the concealment power of the column level, and it is still in the middle of the night when it is easy to hide.

Qing Xiang gave an annoyed 'tsk', but quickly adjusted his posture, and quickly retreated a safe distance of one meter from the butterfly, holding the dagger in front of his chest, with calm and careful eyes, following the figure of the butterfly Find weaknesses.

He didn't expect Purgatory to really scare the opponent away.Just by speaking out, it is possible to intimidate the other person and tell her that she is not alone.

"Ala……"

Butterfly looked at the young man with careful eyes, and also paused for a while.

"How did you find out?"

The other party's words were soft and gentle, but Qing Xiang became hesitant.

"You know Mr. Purgatory...?"

This style of expression is completely known where Purgatory is.

Even after being attacked by him just now, the pretty woman still whispered to him, as if she didn't take it seriously.

"You are already Mr. Purgatory's stepson, you should call him teacher."

Really know.

Perhaps it was one of those few pairs of sights during the day.

Thinking so, Qing Xiang looked down at the dagger that reflected the arc of the moonlight.

Although he was used to wielding a knife at individuals who approached without warning, compared to being attacked and killed by someone, it was no harm to leave a bad impression on the other party.

But he is now the stepson of Purgatory. Based on Qing Xiang's understanding of "stepson", he should represent half of Purgatory to some extent.

So he stood obediently, bowed and apologized to the other party neatly.

"sorry."

As if the wind of Fuyuan had stopped by his ears, the strangely dressed man who suddenly appeared beside him took the dagger away before Qing Xiang could react.

"You boy, you are not gorgeous... Confiscated!"

Almost the next second after the dagger was out of his hand, Qing Xiang had already reacted, and quickly took three steps back after wiping his heels on the ground, rushing the back of his hand towards Yu Sui, making a defensive posture, his eyes condensed and vigilant.

His sharp reaction made Yu Sui feel refreshed.

"not bad."

The reaction speed can be compared with some hard-trained ninjas.

"Yukang boy, you must not make such a dangerous move until you are sure that the other party is a ghost!"

Purgatory who arrived at the end patted Qing Xiang on the head vigorously.

"What should I do if I hurt others? Users of Breath of Flame must not bully the weak, they must use this power and talent to protect others."

Rather than admonishing, his tone was more like a solemn exhortation.

Qing Xiang hugged his patted head and looked back with his eyes wide open, as if he had been severely impacted on some level.

"Wum, I'm sorry, Miss Butterfly."

"Well...perception and sensitivity are commendable. On that level, I forgive him."

Butterfly tilted her head slightly and smiled at the two of them.

"And, Qing Xiangjun."

Qing Xiang was standing behind the side of Purgatory, and when he was called, he was looking for the weak points of several people with a barely detectable sight.

Purely subconscious.

"Yes?"

"As an apology for the attack, please tell me, what are you doing here at this late hour?"

……what.

It’s similar to the dark circles under the eyes of the students who read the lamp at night before crossing.

Although it is not a shameful thing, and quite legitimate, but being caught on the spot feels inexplicably ashamed.

"...I'm training more."

"now?"

"Yes."

"one person?"

"Yes."

"why?"

Because the sight of you guys during the day made me deeply aware of the fragility of my body now, and if I don’t pay attention, I will die. My reawakened vigilance tells me to become stronger as soon as possible.

I also want to be a pillar as much as possible so that I can interfere with your decision-making, and change the overall goal of the ghost killing team from hunting ghosts into two to snatching the blue Bana.

Thinking so, Qing Xiang is confident.

"I want to become stronger so as to help others." The latter is copied from the purgatory just now.

However, the butterfly directly opposite spoke softly and decisively.

"you are lying."

Qing Xiang had a meal.

...was discovered?

To what extent did you find out, only that I was lying about the reasons for becoming stronger, or that my body was actually one of the ghosts' strings?

The closer to this juncture, the calmer and more thoughtful Qing Xiang became, and the more natural his expression became.

"I didn't lie, this is my truth."

"Mr. Purgatory, your stepson has the ability to tell lies without changing his face, cleverly cover up some of the facts and turn the conversation in a favorable direction. Although it is not a big problem, please pay attention in the future."

"Wum, good!"

Qing Xiang: "..."

However, Butterfly, who had discovered that Qing Xiang was lying, did not make any further moves.

Not only him, but also the man in purgatory, the man in strange clothes, the woman standing behind the load-bearing pillar and the man squatting on the roof looking at it, none of them made any aggressive moves because of this sentence, and they didn't even change their eyes.

In front of the perplexed and vigilant Qing Xiang, it was Butterfly's gentle words that solved his confusion.

"Although I understand your anger, life doesn't only have the syllable of hatred. It's just a child's idiotic dream. I'm not blaming you."

That torn and costly finery was more than just a dress.

Even if he thoughtfully didn't ask more questions, and only heard a few words from the children in the Butterfly House, he could probably guess what kind of past that fell from the clouds, got up from the muddy water and moved forward behind the clothes.

This is not uncommon in Ghost Killing Squad.

This is the past that all swordsmen have experienced more or less.

They have seen too much.

Qing Xiang: ...?