The strongest ghost is too afraid of death

"Anyway, I'm obviously here to help you, why is it like an interrogation?"

The Cup Skeletal Blade withdrew his fingertips at the end of the cup, crossing his arms impatiently.

"If you have any questions, ask Ghost Mai Tsuji yourself. I have no obligation to answer questions."

All the confusion in Ganlu Temple was blocked by this obvious sentence.

Obviously a typical representative of impatience and bad temper, but Shen Yun is [-]% like Youkang after quarreling with Mr. Purgatory.

"Okay..."

She muttered aggrievedly, and remembered the annoying whispers of ghosts in her ears.

"The personalities are indeed somewhat similar, a little bit... But Xiao Youkang is much more likable than you!" The second half of the sentence is slightly inaudible, almost talking to himself.

Yi Hei silently withdrew his hand supporting Ganlu Temple, and turned to Bei Shiren in a deep voice, "How can you help?"

The cup bone blade turned to other topics: "Sixth on the string, have you already seen it?"

No one said a word.

Ganlu Temple forcibly held back the small movements of quietly glancing at Mr. Purgatory, and sometimes turned his eyes to the sky, Undead Chuan tapped his middle finger, Mingyu silently recited Amitabha Buddha, Tomioka stared at the eavesdroppers outside the door, Tianyin handed over the warm Cold tea, the latter soft thanks.

All members of the Ghost Killing Squad didn't respond, and the vigilant ones continued to be vigilant, the probing ones continued to explore, and the entangled ones continued to be entangled.

"..."

Cup Skeletal Blade has a deep understanding of the limitations of being a ghost.

... The topic progresses slowly to death.

Only Purgatory stared at the Cup Skeleton Blade for a long while, and suddenly nodded generously: "Yes! I killed it!"

Eh? !Mr. Purgatory? !

Ganlu Temple turned his head in disbelief.

Purgatory, who was stared at by several people, did not look back. He faced the cup bone blade directly, without evasion or retreat, open and sincere.

"Although I am unilaterally giving the frankness. Cup, you have a smell similar to Youkang. Although Youkang often lies, he is essentially a good boy who is tough on the outside and soft on the inside, so I believe you are also worthy of trust."

There is a similar taste, of course.As for not saying 'hope', but saying 'believe'... Take the initiative to elevate the other party, you really know it, ah purgatory.

Cup Skeleton Blade rolled his eyes away, trying to get rid of the awkwardness in his heart as soon as possible.

"...I mentioned the sixth winding to tell you: the key to overcoming the strong with the weak lies in the technique."

The biggest shortcoming of the Ghost Killing Team lies in intelligence. Oni Mai Tsuji has already obtained a lot of weaknesses and disadvantages of the breathing method through "memory", "disguise" and "experience", but the Ghost Killing Team did not learn until Aoxiang Youkang joined the team. one two.

In fact, the long-term experience of crushing the ghost killing team has cultivated the arrogance of Kamizuki. Under the high-pressure rule of Onimai Tsuji, he has no contact with each other, no sense of cooperation at all, and his overall strength is greatly reduced.

Once the ghost killing team is familiar with the information, such as the sixth of the upper string of "cutting the neck at the same time and death", or the fifth of the upper string of "the fifth body is fragile", under the siege of the pillars, the upper string ghost is enough to kill.

Of course, there are the most important:

"Please praise me~"

Holding the golden fan, Tong Mo knelt and sat a few steps away from the real body with a smile.

"That child, the new pillar of the ghost hunter is yours, right? I didn't move, and I told Miss Ninja to go back alive... Ah, even so, I just watched Miss Ninja being taken away under my nose. It's really sad."

'my people'

The cup bone sharpened his face and thought about it: It was a misunderstanding a long time ago. The time he crushed Nightmare to death, he even ran over to imply that "Nightmare uses dreams to lure humans to do things for ghosts."

He raised his head again, gave a thumbs up and confidently said, "That's a good guess!"

This upright momentum caused Tong Mo to pause his hand holding the fan, and then smiled slowly:

"It's great that Mr. Cup is so energetic. It's rare for you to have such firm confidence. Things must be going smoothly, right?"

It was the first time he saw the 'boss' who was careful in everything so straightforward, like a pool of stagnant water that couldn't be blown away, finally came back to life.

"smoothly?"

The cup bone blade continued to think about it.

"That's, no." Looking back on the journey carefully, although the final goal is about to be achieved, the process is really not smooth, "Barely? I can't even say that I have confidence. Speaking of it... this time the siege of Ghost Dance Tsuji is not 100% % winning rate." He muttered to himself without much entanglement.

In exchange for the former Cup Skeleton Blade, even if there is a means to suppress Onimui Tsuji with one hand, he will never take it lightly. He hides in the darkest corner of the beam, sits and watches the battle, and adds fuel to the flames. next chance.

Thinking about it now, it's really timid.

Obviously as long as a little bit of courage, the scene will be completely different.

"Not a 100% win rate."

Tong Mo opened his eyes wide in surprise.

"Is that okay?"

"Maybe we won't be able to wait until next time."

Wait another hundred years, and I will snatch the nuclear/bomb button with Onimai Tsuji.

Bei Kui Ren breathed out, closed the folding fan he was unconsciously playing with while thinking, and threw it to Tong Mo who was directly opposite.

"That's it, don't join in the fun, just play your fan in Infinite City."

In this way, there are only three crescent moon ghosts left in the group of Ghost Dance Tsuji.

It was already late at night on the side of the village at the foot of the mountain at the headquarters of the Ghost Slayer Squad.

Qing Xiang stuffed the cloth bag containing the small cyan Bana flower fragments back into the lining, and reached out to knock on the door of Purgatory House.

As usual, knocking on the door is actually just a formality, 'Qing Xiangyoukang' returning to Purgatory House is like going home, no one needs to open the door or be greeted by others, and has his own room and daily necessities.

Of course he knew that this time was different from usual, the entire ghost killing team was in the Purgatory Mansion, but he had to act as if he didn't know anything.

"I am back."

The perfunctory sentence was because Shen knew that no one would hear it at this time.

It was probably due to his usual reaction, the teenager didn't even look at the courtyard, and locked the door familiarly.Concerned that it was late at night, in order not to wake up others, he deliberately lightened his movements.

The young man turned around, raised his hand and yawned. When his tired eyes were fully opened and he casually glanced forward, he was startled by the people standing like beams and pillars on the roof, and his heels pulled away abruptly. Stepping forward, he put his right hand on the handle of the knife at his waist at the same time, and shouted sharply: "Who!"

Did you relax to this extent at Mr. Purgatory's house?

Ganlusi pressed the face of her fist against her lower face, and the more she thought about it, the more heartbroken she became: she still remembered the experience of being called out accurately even when she was hiding tens of meters away when she "attacked" Xiao Youkang for the first time.

One of the 'pillars' in the dark night greeted Qingxiang heartily: "Umu! Youkang, you are back!"

"Teacher..." Hearing the familiar voice, Qing Xiang slowly retreated, and complained speechlessly: "Why don't you turn on the lights in the middle of the night... and why are you all here, a test of courage?"

"Cough, cough, hi, Xiao Youkang."

Ganlusi, who was guilty of "not turning on the light" when he was punctured, greeted him quickly.

The Immortal River was the closest to the room, and the light was turned on with a 'click', and the gentle yellow light illuminated the path in the courtyard, and at the same time illuminated several people standing in front of the courtyard.

The light illuminated everyone's expressions without any concealment: not only Qing Xiang, but also all the pillars had different expressions. They were staring at Qing Xiang with unspeakably complicated eyes, and the latter's scalp was numb.

"...Why are you looking at me like that?"

At first he was dazed, then when he was a teenager, he shook his head vigilantly and looked around as if realizing something.

"Is it a ghost? Did the ghost come early? Where is the flower? Is it still on the mountain?"

Although it is true that ghosts are coming, it is slightly different from what you think, Youkang.

Ganlu Temple quietly looked at the sky.

Today...it's been a long day.

Immortal River was the first to look away.

"Qingxiang Youkang, the last pillar returns, and all the pillars that can come have come."

He turned around and went to the training ground of the purgatory family.

"Start special training!"

The headquarters collapsed, and the training ground and encirclement site were temporarily moved to Purgatory House.

The village at the foot of the mountain was moved out by Yin, and the blue Bana flowers were still blooming, but they were rooted in the soil in front of the purgatory house, protected by a glass cover on all sides.

Although he is very clear about what really happened, but as "Qingxiang Youkang", he often asks why "one of the first strings" did all this, and all the pillars said in one voice: Mr. Purgatory's charisma convinced the ghosts .

'When did you get convinced? '

'Purgatory to the Infinity Train out mission that time. '

'Because of what? '

'Because...a lot, Amitabha, Mr. Purgatory's heart is as bright as a flame, and this oozing light awakens the ghost and makes him turn around. '

'Even so, it's weird, isn't it? '

'Uh-huh!Xiaoyoukang, look, your real temperament is so handsome, ahem, so cold and snowy, isn’t it also warmed up by Mr. Purgatory, Mr. Purgatory has such a charm, it’s nothing surprising, it’s training It's time, let's go! '

Ganlu Temple hurried to Qing Xiang's back to hide his panic.

In the remaining few columns of the Ghost Slayer Squad, some people lie without telling the truth, while others lie clearly.Obviously, Ganlu Temple belongs to the latter.

Except for the first day, the Ghost Killing Squad conducts special training during the day and rests at night. At the junction of day and night, special meetings are held with special intelligence sources.Shi Tou, who felt that he couldn't help, didn't participate in the meeting, and was responsible for using various reasons to lead Qing Xiang away from the purgatory house at this time-Shi Tou seemed to regard it as a game for two people and enjoyed it.

Yin used just three days to evacuate all the villagers living nearby, adults and children, including their pets.From the fourth day onwards, the house of Purgatory was as quiet as in the middle of the night during the day, and there was no one there.

And just like that, a whole week flies by.

At dusk on the seventh day, the blue Bana flowers bloomed.

It was the soft light of a little bit of petal fragments, which was hard to find.The petals unfolded, blooming on the soil like a young sun, the warm blue color is extremely gentle, close to the warmth and heat, but it will not burn the skin when touched.

It is obviously a little cock with terrifying energy, but it will nod submissively under the stroking fingertips.

Ganlu Si squatted on the soil and exclaimed in a low voice: "Is it really the Bianhua that blooms around the cemetery?"

The sky was dim but not dark, and ravens and wild crows were circling in the sky together.

Qing Xiang was also squatting there, and he fixedly observed the blue Bianhua: from the delicate cockroaches, the soft and slender petals, to the slender stamens protruding from the center, the gentle light was reflected in the center of his pupils.

Probably because of the silence around.

Obviously it is an important thing that I have been thinking about for a hundred years, but I am not as excited as I expected for countless days and nights, only the exhaustion of "ah, I finally got it".

... 100 years of pursuit, 100 years of thinking.

Seeing that Qing Xiang was in a daze, Ganlu Temple called out again: "Xiaoyoukang?"

Qing Xiang easily looked away this time.

He uttered monosyllabic inquiries in a nasal voice.

"It will be over soon."

Ganlusi rested his elbows on his cheeks, smiling with joy and relief from the bottom of his heart.

She tilted her head and asked Qing Xiang: "After the end, where does Xiao Youkang plan to live and what will he do?"

"Where to live, what to do... It's too far to think about that now."

Onimai Tsuji hasn't even appeared yet.

But Ganlu Temple shook his head with a constant smile: "Not far, not far."

She explained excitedly, gesticulating with her hands: "Starting tomorrow, um, at sunrise tomorrow at the latest, we will no longer be subject to ghosts, and everyone can freely live the life they want, go wherever they want, soak in hot springs, Being able to read books, being able to become what I dreamed of being when I was a child, wouldn’t that be—it’s amazing!”

The emotions were so mixed that she probably couldn't tell the line between joy and tension.

"……Um."

Qingxiang stretched out her finger and poked the pistil of the blue Bianhua.

The slender stamens were slightly pressed down under his movements.

Cyan Bana Flower...Ghost...Ghost Dance Tsuji Wumi...Crescent Moon Ghost...Death...

Looking at the slightly swaying blue flowers, Qing Xiang suddenly remembered.

"By the way, winding six."

"Ok?"

Ganlu Temple stopped and looked over.

"The hidden one, the relic of the sixth winding."

The open hand fell down, holding the swaying rhizome of the blue Bana flower.

After grasping and exerting force, there was a slight muffled and crisp sound, and the flower that had lost its soil lay quietly in someone's hand, just as beautiful as when it took root.

The black-haired boy holding the cyan flower in his hands stood up from the soil, turned his head and looked up at the main entrance of the courtyard a dozen steps away, and muttered to himself:

"After the matter is over, you have to ask Teacher Purgatory for it."

There, the long black sideburns and high ponytail were slightly blown by the evening wind, and the six-eyed swordsman in a purple snake pattern kimono was looking down at him.

There was not much left in the dim yellow sunset, and the faint light was blocked by the swordsman's figure. Qing Xiang stood in the middle of the shadow cast by him, silently pressing down like moonlight.

At the same time, the raven hovering in the sky opened its mouth wide:

"Enemy attack———"

The sound of the fierce confrontation got farther and farther away from the back of his head, Qing Xiang galloped and jumped on the wall beam separating the Purgatory House, the blazing flames followed him all the way, leaving afterimages.The two figures coming towards each other passed him straight away, raised a gust of wind for a moment, and headed for the main entrance where he had just arrived.

The ghost killing team is divided into four groups: the second top string is suppressed by the strongest Beimingyu, Immortal River, and Ganlu Temple; Gang fights; Yuzuzhu and the first-class swordsman protect the waiting Ubuyashiki in the purgatory house main pavilion.

Even after meeting Hei Si Mou face to face, Qing Xiang had no choice but to retreat to his real battlefield.

"Hmm! Youkang, are the flowers in full bloom?"

In the remote west side courtyard, Purgatory didn't even look back, and greeted blindly.

Qing Xiang landed next to Purgatory from the top of the beam, and the gun behind his back made a 'click'.

"Well, it's in full bloom."

He is only a punch away from Purgatory, but three arms away from Tomioka who is in the same row.

"is it beautiful?"

"It's very beautiful. The petals are really blue, like Lycoris dyed with paste. I can dye the same color with red Lycoris."

"Hahaha."

Purgatory laughed heartily.

"Is it like the rose you dipped in the dye last time?"

"Because they are exactly the same. I don't understand why this one is so special."

"Who knows, there may be many rumors that we don't know about."

Purgatory still has a straightforward smile on his face, but his left leg is gradually retreating, and his right hand is holding the knife handle on his waist behind him - the opening gesture of the tenth type of flame.

Phew, the light flowed from the half-palm-long solar blade into the scabbard.

"you."

The ghost stared at by the three is muscular, with short pink hair, golden eyes, and regular dark blue stripes all over the skin.

He sat upright in front of the ghost hunter, pointing his fingers at the purgatory in front of him.

"You have a smell that belongs to the strong."

"Oh, are you complimenting me?"

The Sun Wheel Knife of Breath of Flame appeared more and more completely in front of people, and the orange polarized light licked the blade like a flame.

"Thank you, but it will take me a while to judge whether you are strong or not. I hope not."

"Of course I am a strong person, and I am here to fight against a strong person like you and become stronger.

"As for you." The fingertips of the wagging fingers were evenly transferred to Qing Xiang's face, and the ghost's expression revealed a layer of displeasure and disdain: "Is it just a count?"

"Oh—it was seen."

Qing Xiang is not angry: Although his combat power has risen exponentially after this period of actual combat and drills, his physical fitness alone cannot be compared with experienced Zhu.

"So guess what I'm here for?"

But Yiwozuo treated him much colder, and his attitude was worse: "I'm not interested. Don't be an eyesore here."

"Sure."

Qing Xiang actually put away the Rilun Saber with a smile on his face.

Not only that, he also poked his head and said goodbye with a smile, his soft side hair hanging down from his forehead.

"Then I'm leaving, the teacher and Mr. Tomioka are both, I'm leaving, let's fight hard."

Purgatory waved at him normally.

"Wum, okay, be careful on the road."

Tomioka nodded at him to indicate 'Got it'.

The weakest black-haired boy actually turned his head and jumped onto the wall, disappearing within a few jumps.

"……Hey."

The ghost who was squatting on the ground lazily turned out to be the one who burst into anger for a moment.

His expression was gloomy and indistinct, his voice was as low as a wet quagmire, he wished to tear off the weak fleeing, and suffocate him to death in the dark underground.

"A deserter who can only run away from battle is also a member of your ghost killing team?"

"Escape?"

The orange-haired man who was considered a strong man smiled and waved his hands.

"Hahaha, you misunderstood. Although you value life, Youkang is the type who will never leave his companions behind to live alone."

"Then he was just now"

Before Yi Wozuo finished his sentence, he suddenly stopped.

He sensed that some kind of narrow icy piece of iron was rapidly approaching silently, but despite this, Yiwozuo easily avoided it three seconds earlier.

But the next second he dodged, the orange-red blade curled up with flames rushing to the sky one after another. The flames were so hot that they illuminated the dark clouds, as if the dusk that had just passed had descended again.

After the flame, the man in the flame haori smiled at him: "Long-distance support, it is very useful on the battlefield!"