[Blade of Ghost Slayer] Ghost killing team, do you accept ghosts?

Today is a full moon.

The moonlight was so bright that it was hard to tell whether it was night or dawn was coming.

It is so bright that Xia Tian can clearly see the strange words in the eyes of the man in front of him——

Winding II.

The man danced an iron fan carelessly, with a delicate and unhuman face, no, Xia Tian belatedly thought, this is not human in the first place.

The breath is full of bloody smell.

Human blood, ghost blood.

That arrogant and invincible ghost had half of its head cut off by this man's light fan just now, and he hadn't had time to enjoy the food he hunted, and he didn't even understand how he stepped into the underworld.

It was a toddler, and the little boy fell to the ground, his chest no longer rising and falling.

This little boy was actually meeting Xia Tian for the first time, but he was very cute and cute. He saw Xia Tian walking alone, and even took out his own dinner, a somewhat dry steamed bun, and generously gave her half of it.

Before Xia Tian had time to take it, she felt the warm blood of this little boy splashed on her face, so hot that she wanted to scream, but she couldn't make any sound.

Tong Mo looked at the girl with white oak hair and colorful eyes with great interest.

After all, he had never met someone with the same hair color and eye color as him.

He knelt down, gently wiped the blood off the girl's face, and was satisfied to find that the girl had a pretty face, the way he liked it.

He probably wanted to look sympathetic, but Xia Tian could only feel that he couldn't hide his gloating.

"It's so pitiful, I'm afraid."

It's been a long time since he met someone who suits him so well, he thought, he should raise her.

When the cold, non-warm hand touched the girl's face, Xia Tian couldn't help shivering.

Compared with the ghost just now, this man is more like a demon in human skin. He looks at his prey and plays with them in his hands.Seeing them terrified, he laughed viciously outside.

Every pore in his body was clamoring to escape, but even moving his body was an extravagant hope.

The more Tong Mo looked at the girl who was about to become his pet, the more satisfied he became. He never thought that he just came out for a stroll, but unexpectedly found such a little thing that he liked so much.

Hugging the trembling girl into his arms, Tong Mo stroked the girl's hair and said in a low voice, "Do you know? All this happened because you were not strong enough. But it's okay, I will give you strength."

On this full moon night, this bloody night.

Xia Tian became a ghost.

There is only one kind of food for ghosts, and that is human flesh.

But when he fed the little pet food, but the little pet vomited desperately, Tong Mo found that there seemed to be something wrong with the little pet.

Tong Mo licked his finger. It was the blood of a 17-year-old girl. It was sweet and greasy, which was his favorite taste.

But the little pet knelt on the ground and vomited heart-piercingly, which gave Tong Mo a headache.

He strode over, pinched the girl's face, ignored the girl's weak struggle to him, stuffed a piece of flesh into the girl's mouth again, and then covered the girl's mouth to prevent her from spitting it out.

The action was tough, but the tone was distressed and gentle, "Hey, eat it, you will starve to death if you don't."

And the girl was struggling almost desperately, and big drops of tears fell on Tong Mo's hands, and the sound of sobbing sounded aggrieved and pitiful.

It seems that I really can't eat it.

Tong Mo let go helplessly, watching his little pet start a new round of vomiting.

Cannibalism is the instinct of ghosts.

The little pet that doesn't eat people is very delicate, and the blood that was given to her by himself as Shangxian Er is even more useless than a ghost that doesn't even have a name.

But this is also very good, Tong Mo thought, so she has to stay by his side, after all, she is not a human being, but she is pitifully weak.

If you don't stay by his side well, your life will be a problem.

Thinking about it this way, even the issue of small pets not being able to eat human|meat seemed unimportant at all.

Even though she had already vomited completely, the girl still picked up the water glass, took a sip, then got down on the stomach and vomited, took another sip, and then vomited after getting down on the ground.

Tong Mo was almost amused.

Leaning lazily on the tatami, Tong Mo summoned his little pet in a good mood.

The little pet looked at him timidly.

The fingernails scratched, and the blood slowly gushed out, converging into bright red.

Tong Mo smiled and said, "Come here."

The little pet walked over slowly, lowered its head, held the wound in its mouth, and finally swallowed.

Very cute.

Tong Mo really laughed, this is really useless and expensive.

But it was good and he liked it.

A ghost that doesn't eat human flesh, a ghost that can only drink his blood, this is destined to belong to him alone.