Curse Shirou

Tired looked at the pillar-level human, thinking about how to save him.

If you save a human being, you can cancel a sin—this is what the priest told him.

Tired also feel that you can take the risk to try.

And Master Yiwozuo has his own principles and will not do anything to women and children, so Xiaohui is still safe here.

As long as he can trap that pillar with silk, there should be a way to take him away. Judging by Master Yiwozuo's attitude, he doesn't have to kill the other party, maybe he won't chase after him.

After making up his mind, Tiri threw out the silk thread from his fingertips, preparing to arrange the surroundings as an obstacle trap.

At this time, a big hand with well-defined joints suddenly pressed on his head.

"What are you doing here?"

Zenyuan Shier's eyes are very intimidating, perhaps because he was taught a lesson by the other party when he was still a ghost, tired and inexplicably afraid of him, so he replied obediently:

"Xiaohui doesn't want to stay in the hotel."

The man raised his eyebrows, then looked down at the smaller guy.

Xiaohui was not afraid of this bastard father, she raised her head with a bulging face and said:

"I, I'm going to find the godfather!"

"Why are you looking for your godfather again? You little sticky man."

"I'm not a clingy person!"

"That's the little follower."

"I'm not a little follower either!"

"You are."

"I, just, no, yes, Dad is a big fool!—"

After all this yelling, Lei stared at the father and son, turned his head hopelessly, and both Yiwozuo and Mingzhu noticed this.

"..."

Yiwozuo glanced over there and realized that there were only three humans, two of whom were young children, so he stopped looking at them.

But Purgatory Xingshoulang didn't know what the other party was thinking, and found that there were ordinary people and children there, so he immediately moved a few steps sideways to block the three of them behind him.

"It doesn't matter, Lord Yiwozuo will not hurt children."

Tired spoke to him calmly.

Purgatory Xingshoulang's pupils widened slightly, even Yiwozuo was extremely strange:

"Hey, you are not an ordinary human child, who are you? Why do you know about me?"

Although he lost his ghostly appearance, his tired demeanor was still very indifferent, and he replied:

"Even if I say the name, you won't remember it. After all, the last string is not like the upper string. It can stand in the honorable position for hundreds of years without changing."

This made Yi Wozuo couldn't help but question:

"What do you mean? You mean...you are actually the ghost of the string?"

Impossible, this smell is obviously a human being.

Tired lifted his bangs on his forehead, his eyes changed from almost black dark green to emerald green.

Three words were clearly engraved inside——

next string

"I used to be the next string, but that is already in the past tense, and now I no longer follow Lord Wu Mi."

Said the name of Oni Wu Tsuji, and seeing Yi Wo Zuo's shocked expression of "hell", he didn't think it was funny at all.

If it was before, if he heard it himself, it would only be even more unbelievable.

"It's hard to believe, isn't it? I can even stand in the sun thanks to a priest."

Yiwozuo's pupils trembled, and he really didn't want to believe these nonsense.

But when he heard that the other party was no longer afraid of the sun, he still couldn't help but drop his chin and asked:

"Really? How did you do it? Have you found the blue Bana flower?"

"No, I just heard something similar to a scripture, and then 'squeaked', and it became like this."

"...What's the situation if you snort, you are not lying to me with nonsense, are you?"

The corners of Yiwozuo's eyes twitched, and veins burst out on his head.

Tired did not lie to him, but he really wanted to induce rebellion.

Since the original plan was interrupted, then simply try to divert Yiwozuo's attention. If he can be brought before the priest, the possibility of this Zhu being killed will definitely be avoided.

"What kind of scriptures can make Xia Xiangui escape from the control of Onimai Tsuji? Now that he has gotten rid of him, can you please tell me the content of the scriptures!"

Purgatory Xing Julang only grasps this key point.

After hearing Tired's words, his eyes seemed to be on fire.

If there is such a thing, then as long as they master this scripture, the Demon Slayer Team will definitely be able to find more ways to target Onimai Tsuji.

"Holding and chirping for a long time, are you still fighting or not?"

Waiting on the sidelines for a long time, Zenyuan Shier's patience gradually ran out.

If he doesn't continue, he will personally deal with these two guys.

- That's right, two.

Both Yiwozuo and Purgatory Xingshoulang are his targets, but one will be knocked out and dragged back to become a ghost, while the other will be beheaded at random, regardless of life or death.

tired:"……"

This man is actually here to fight, right?

The strong insertion of Zenyuan Shier made the situation even more chaotic, and it was about to develop into the most radical situation.

At this time, I heard an illusory sound of "唝嗡"!

An ethereal voice came from the distant sky, and the silver holy light was transpiring from hell to heaven—this time the scope of purification was extremely wide, just like the purification effect diffused by Kotomine Shirou using the holy relic when he first encountered Wu Mi.

"Ahhh!—"

Zenyuan Shier and others were covered by holy light, and as the only ghost present, Yiwozuo was naturally targeted and hurt.

The ghost's flesh couldn't bear the power of purification, it was burned by the silver light quickly like leather falling into the magma, a large number of blisters bulged and finally peeled off.

Facts have proved that even with the strength of the upper string, once the purification effect of the baptism chant is met, it cannot be resisted forcibly like Wu Mi.

Maybe Wu Mi only felt a headache, and it was because his skin was burned by the holy world and he could repair it faster. Of course, other ghosts could not have such fast self-healing power.

Yiwozuo covered his head and knelt on his knees, like an insect falling into a hot pot, struggling and rolling on the ground, but he couldn't escape the terrifying power from the sky.

Just when Yiwozuo's muscles were completely burned to ashes, exposing the bones, the screams stopped abruptly.

He panted and propped up his upper body, his eyes were a little out of focus and dazed.

Tired reacted: "Ah, he, it stopped."

what stopped?

Purgatory Xingshou Lang was completely out of the situation, staring inexplicably at this wounded ghost who was suffering from invisible torture and seemed to be exposed to sunlight at night.

Before he could figure it out, he was suddenly attacked behind him, and he felt a heavy blow on the side of his neck. Before he could see a corner of his clothes clearly, his vision fell into the mud.

The Chanyuan even didn't care whether Yi Wo Zuo had changed back into a human being or not, and walked back with Lian Ji Xing Shou Lang in his arms, and at the same time commanded the two little ones without looking back:

"Bring that kid back to me, and don't run around at night!"

"I don't want to! I'll go with you..."

Xiaohui wanted to catch up to him and hug him, but was stopped by tired with silk thread, and she immediately had a mournful face.

"This is the order of 'my lord father', we are all 'children', so we have to be obedient."

"I don't want to! I've grown up, I can go out by myself!"

"No, you're only two years old, and I'm 'brother', so you have to listen to me."

"Woo...I miss Godfather..."

Xiaohui squatted on the ground, buried her little head and sobbed.

Tired rubbed the hair of 'brother', tried to coax him, and said:

"Hey, let me teach you how to play the new flower rope, okay?"

"No, yesterday, the day before yesterday, and today, I have already turned the flower rope for three days! I don't want to play any more!"

"Then why don't we jump grid?"

"The godfather doesn't allow graffiti on the floor, and the people below will come up and knock on the door..."

Xiaohui retorted childishly, tired of counting on her fingers, only to realize that most of the games she knew needed three people to play.

He and Xiaohui couldn't play other games like throwing a handkerchief or a bird in a cage.

"Well, then you read this?"

Tired folded his hands together, under the clear moonlight, above two wrists were like birds flapping their wings.

"Brother taught you to use shadows to turn small animals, okay?"

Seeing Xiaohui's gaze finally brighten, Tired realized that he still clearly remembered those hand shadows he learned from his parents back then.

Perhaps because he was weak and tired and could only stay indoors when he was young, these shadows became his childhood companions and accompanied him through many lonely times.

"It's a pigeon! I know it!"

Xiaohui stared excitedly at the little bird flying on the ground, while making hand shadows tiredly, she led him to the open road.

"What about this one? Do you know me, quack?"

"Is it...a duck? No, it's a frog!"

"Well, you guessed it, can you recognize this one?"

"The ears are so long! It's a rabbit!"

"And this one?"

"This, is this a puppy?"

"Should be considered a big dog?"

"Really! It seems..."

The two little ones rattled back to the hotel, and Zenyuan Shier also returned quickly with the "experimental materials".

The large-scale holy light just now was too abnormal. If he hadn't had to, Shirou probably wouldn't have used such a troublesome skill suddenly.

When he rushed back, there were a few more groups of people at the same place.

The first wave is split into a man and a woman, which is also the only achievement of Tong Mo's development: brother and sister, two ghosts, the land of the string, the fallen girl and the prostitute Taro.

The other group is divided into four ghost bodies, which are deliberately chopped into four parts of joy, anger, sorrow and joy by the newcomer Zhu, half a dog.

There are also a few people who are all human beings who came a step late after receiving the letter, Yan Zhu, Xia Zhu and Yin Zhu of the Ghost Killing Team.

Kotomine Shiro originally thought that Tong Mo had lost his combat effectiveness, and the two newly arrived Shangxian ghosts would be able to decide the result soon if they faced off against the five pillars.

Unexpectedly, what appeared to be two ghosts came, but in the end they were divided into six ghosts.

6 vs. 5, and 2 more were watching the match, and the street became crowded all of a sudden.

One of the ghosts of Ban Tiangou can also imitate the plantain fan in a certain travel book, and the hurricane blowing is so strong that it is unbearable.

Kotomine Shirou was squeezed to the base of the wall by these guys. Although it is good not to have to participate, there are strong winds, lightning strikes, and dangerous sword auras with various effects.

It seems that only by projecting a football field can the density of people in this situation be alleviated.

Kotomine Shirou began to prepare for a large-scale chant, but Tong Mo was still beside him, so he had to put him in the Sea Moya space first, otherwise he would definitely not be spared later.

He'd never put a living thing in there before, but ghosts don't seem to be all living things?

"Wait, where are you going to put me, huh? Hey!"