The lover that gravity makes is wrong

This may be the fastest time for Sanzi.

Gravity makes a real blow, for hell girls who are not good at melee combat, it is definitely a disaster level tricky.

The piercing murderous intent was like a roaring black beast, with a tinge of shocking divine coercion, as it hooded the hell girl like a net.

In an instant, her escape route was sealed off, leaving no chance for those who offended the domain to escape.

The surrounding bamboo forests shook uncomfortably, and even the trunks of the thickest old trees trembled slightly.

However, what was faster than the ultimate move was the rescue of the red-haired girl.

Yan Moai didn't even have time to see Sanzi's movements clearly, but in the blink of an eye, the red-haired ghost appeared in front of her, and firmly blocked the attack of the red-haired mafia.

Huge power exploded at the position where the two collided.

The strong impact wind blasted, blowing Yan Moai's long black hair violently, hunting in the wind.

With the cover of the strong wind, the red-haired girl stretched out her hand at the right time, grabbed Yan Moai, and threw her to a high place, blocking the second attack of Chuya Zhongyuan.

At the same time, the three scarecrows also took the opportunity to change back to human form.

"Thank you, third son."

The old man wearing a scarf turned into a chakra in the form of a chakra and rushed into the air amidst the sound of hurried thanks.

After a sharp turn, he happened to catch his own lady, sweating all over his face, and led everyone away at full speed without daring to look back.

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at the backs of the fleeing people, and narrowed his eyes dangerously.

A red light representing superpowers appeared on his body, but before the red-haired boy could move, a girl's voice sounded from the side.

Immediately afterwards, a figure rushed towards him involuntarily, interrupting his concentration directly.

"S——TOP!!! Chuya-sensei! That's Ai-chan, the friend I mentioned to you!"

As if he was afraid that Zhongyuan Zhongye would continue to chase after him fiercely, the third son who flew forward simply opened his arms, like holding a basketball, and hugged the head of the red-haired mafia.

Then without thinking about it, he pressed on his chest, using his clothes to completely block the other party's line of sight.

"Three sons?"

Zhong Yuanzhong was also taken aback, before he had time to react, he felt his eyes go dark.

The next moment, a soft touch came unexpectedly.

Just like that, his face was completely buried in the hollow of the red-haired girl's chest under the force of the back of his head.

"...!!!"

Happiness comes too suddenly.

A certain brown-haired mafioso stiffened his back, as if petrified, and stopped on the spot.

Let the third son control his head with the standard movements of soft twisting, and dare not move.

In Hell, apart from the strength ranking, there is also a more confidential ranking, which is only quietly circulated in the hearts of the male prison guards.

The first in line is the chief Taifu of Zhonghe Hell, and the second is her assistant Axiang.

And the third -

The size of the third place, the gravitational user of a certain PortMafia has already felt it with his face.

Huh - caught up.

The third son raised his eyes and looked at the back of the disappearing car, and heaved a sigh of relief.

Well... now there is one more to coax.

"Teacher Chuya..."

The red-haired girl was about to speak, but before she could speak, a hot breathing sound came from in front of her.

The mafia's breath sprayed on the back of her hand, causing the third son to thump, and finally realized belatedly that something was wrong.

...Speaking of which, isn't Chuya-sensei too quiet?

—Of course it was quiet.

After all, a certain brown-haired mafia is being pressed and sealed by her at this moment.

"..."

"..."

The third son had a stiff face, his neck seemed to be rusty, and he looked down inch by inch.

When she saw the familiar ochre-colored back of her head, the girl made a sound of 'Kara', and she immediately became a Buddha.

The body petrified into white plaster, and the eyes lost their high-gloss color.

silence.

Silence is the ceremony tonight, the bamboo forest under the moonlight.

There is a saying that if you don't explode in silence, you will die in silence.

There is another saying that people have limits, so as long as you don't be a human being, you can easily break through the boundaries of shame!

At this moment, the third son felt that his spirit had been sublimated.

After a silence as long as a century, the red-haired ghost girl slowly and slowly let go of Nakahara Chuya's head.

She took half a step back under the gaze of the other party, and then turned around with her eyes empty——

Pull out the mace and start digging.

Nakahara Chuya: "...Third son, what are you doing?"

The third son continued to keep his eyes empty: "Mr. Zhongye, it's getting cold, and I'm digging a hole for myself to hibernate."

It was probably because Sanzi's expression was too pitiful, and the corners of his mouth uncontrollably turned higher and higher due to the gravity that took advantage of it.

Just when he couldn't help laughing out loud, the red-haired girl who was digging a hole for herself in front suddenly moved her ears sensitively, turned her head with a 'swoosh', and stared at Zhongya Zhongyuan silently.

Seeing this, the ocher-haired mafia immediately used the disguise of a cough, and then straightened the corners of the curved lips with difficulty, looking serious as if nothing had happened.

Intuition tells Nakahara Chuya that if he laughs here, maybe he will really die of love.

The third son said softly, "Are you laughing just now, Teacher Zhongye?"

"You heard wrong."

Zhong Yuanzhong also said seriously.

Although the number of times is not many, Zhong Yuanzhong has also skillfully explored a method that is specially used to transfer the emotions of the third son.

In this case, the one with the best effect is of course——

"Aren't you going to gather? Mr. Ghost Lantern has already passed by."

"Eh... eh?!"

Sure enough, the red-haired girl who caught the key words was quickly diverted attention, and the emptied eyes regained the highlights of life.

She habitually handed the mace in her hand to Chuya Zhongyuan.

The brown-haired boy took it tacitly, and watched her take out an old pocket watch from her bosom to confirm the time.

The same.

The style of the dial in the hands of the red-haired girl caught Nakahara Chuya's gaze.

Thinking of what the black-haired assistant officer said not long ago, a hint of thought appeared in the eyes of the red-haired boy.

****

"Mr. Zhongyuan, the third son gave you the wish stone, right?"

Although it was an interrogative sentence, the assistant officer's tone was extremely firm.

"Please don't be too nervous. Since this is the child's own choice, I personally have no intention of interfering."

Ghost Lantern paused at this point, glanced at it meaningfully, and added,

"Also, I must admit that I was really relieved after knowing that the third son chose you."

These words sounded like approval, but Nakahara Chuya instinctively felt that there was another layer of deep meaning in the assistant officer's words.

Because it's 'him', so relieved?

Zhongyuan Zhong also secretly raised his eyebrows in his heart.

He didn't think he was special enough to make a Yan Mo assistant officer treat him differently when he met for the first time.

The only explanation is that there is something in him, something different from other people, which has brought some kind of influence on the third son.

Excluding identity, appearance, status, and different abilities...

Even after the name Zhongya Zhongya itself, combined with the characteristics of hell, the ocher-haired mafia thought of a possibility.

——【Huangba spit】

"Mr. Ghost Lantern, besides those hidden organizations, do you have other troubles with Sanzi?"

Zhong Yuanzhong did not hesitate, and asked directly.

As if he didn't expect the ocher-haired mafia to be more sensitive than he imagined, Ghost Lamp looked at Nakahara Nakaya in surprise,

"About this point, you can ask the third son yourself. If I tell you without authorization, the child will definitely be angry."

As a father, instead of interfering with his daughter's choice and exposing her painstaking concealment, it would be better to secretly help a foolish daughter and solve the trouble first.

Thinking of the red-haired girl who didn't say a word about her vows and smiled hippiely.

The black-haired assistant officer was distracted for a moment, and then looked at Chuya Nakahara with a bit of unkind thoughts inexplicably.

"Really, what's so good about this kid, if it weren't for... he would definitely go to hell with a black rope after death..."

That way, he looks very much like the unlucky old father in some modern TV dramas. In order to prevent his daughter from really taking his life and elope with a poor boy, he can only take painstaking efforts to prepare his own protection measures to clear away the obstacles for his daughter. .

The poor boy Nakahara Chuya: "..."

Although he was dissatisfied, in the end the ghost old father still gave a good suggestion,

"Mr. Zhongyuan, I can't tell you the extra things, but in the future, remember to take that wish gem with you, you will use it."

Ghost Lantern looked at Chuya Zhongyuan, the critical look in his eyes receded, replaced by rare peace and solemnity.

At this time, he was not the first assistant officer under Yan Mo who held power.

Just a father who can be seen everywhere, worried about his daughter.

"Third son, I'll leave it to you, Lord Zhongyuan."

*****

If, after talking with the third son's father, he still had doubts, then when Zhong Yuan ran into the bamboo forest and grabbed Yan Moai, who was quarreling with the third son unilaterally, those questions that lingered in his mind were all the same. There is an answer vaguely.

【"...What do you think you are doing, Sanzi!"】

【"May the curse come back... If it wasn't for him, Huang Ba, who really liked it so much, let him go to hell now! Go to hell...!"】

The harsh voice of the hell girl was cut into fragments by the night, and was blown into the ears of Zhongya Zhongyuan by the cool wind.

【Vow curse, Huangba vomit, let him go to hell right now】

In the deep darkness of the night, like a large hunting animal, Central Plains restrained its fierce aura and walked silently into the depths of the bamboo forest.

As he approached, the blurred information in the wind became clearer.

"Who--!"

The first person to notice Zhongye in the Central Plains was the old man in the form of Lun Ruo Dao.

It's a pity that he hadn't had time to warn, and even Yimulian and Gunu, the three of them were controlled by the gravitational force, and they didn't even have time to say a warning.

Zhongyuan Zhong also held the scarecrow's head with one hand, walking into the bamboo forest like a ghost.

In the distance, two girls with very different hair colors appeared in the sight of the ocher-haired Mafia.

Yan Moai's murderous intent towards Chuya of the Central Plains involved all the thoughts of the red-haired ghost.

So much so that the third son didn't even realize that the "Mr. Zhongye" he was talking about was standing in this bamboo forest.

The shadow was covered by the mottled tree shadows on the grass, and the figure was hidden in the shadow of the night. A pair of cobalt blue pupils stared at the ominous thorns on the red-haired girl's waist.

【Vow curse, Huangba vomit, let him go to hell right now】

In the blink of an eye, Zhongyuanzhong also seemed to understand something.

Dark anger surged in his eyes like a tsunami, and just as he was about to break through the gate, the red-haired mafia closed his eyes violently, suppressing the emotion in his eyes.

When he opened his eyelids again, his cobalt blue pupils became calm again.

No wonder the assistant officer said, let him ask the third son himself.

Changing places, if he were to play the role of 'father', I am afraid that from the very beginning, he would choose to nip the signs secretly and deal with the culprit of instability.

Obviously, on this point, the ghost and god assistant officer was not wrong in his judgment.

Based on this point, after Zhongyuan Zhongye's death, he should also go to hell with a black rope.

——【"Since the 'Wishing Curse' is not allowed, then just break it before it backfires."]

——["Dad said, in hell, protecting yourself is the iron rule!"]

The words of the ghost girl to appease her friend drifted into Chuya Nakahara's ears.

It's the idiot's style.

Zhong Yuanzhong also smiled silently, stepped forward, and approached the two of them.

Yan Moai realized the arrival of Chuya from the Central Plains earlier than the third son.

Of course, she is not relying on things like skills, eyes and ears, but turning into them.

As an important support at work, she can naturally sense the status of her subordinates at any time.

No eye gestures are required, and no redundant verbal communication is required.

From the moment Yan Moai met Chuya Zhongyuan, she knew what to do next.

【give it to me. 】

【This is a matter between me and my third son, and it should be resolved by me. 】

In the eyes of the brown-haired mafia, such a meaning was clearly expressed.

Although he is not reconciled, since this mafia will appear here, it means that he has been recognized by the First Assistant Officer.

If it is that adult...

Yan Moai narrowed her gaze, and cooperated with the jealous mafia to complete a good show.

…although she genuinely doubted it, the brown-haired mafia was serious about kicking her skull out.

……

…………

"That's right! Teacher Chuya!"

The third son glanced at the hour hand on the dial that was about to reach '12', put away his pocket watch and said excitedly to Nakahara Nakaya,

"Next is the climax of the hell festival, let's go together, this is the greatest fun for the jailers participating in the festival!"

Emotions are contagious.

As if influenced by the third son's bright smile, Zhong Yuanzhong also showed an expectant smile.

"Oh, let me have a good look at it."

"Hmph, Teacher Chuya will never let you down!"

The red-haired girl with her hands on her hips confidently led Nakahara Chuya to the festival square with high spirits.

Twelve midnight, the last moment of the Obon festival.

Silent bells ring in hell.

Orange lights appeared like stars and flew over the sky of hell.

At the beginning, there were a few sparse lights, and as the hour hand gradually approached twelve, slowly, more and more lights gathered.

Like a shining orange galaxy, it instantly illuminates the dark blue background of the night.

That is, the dead who went to the present world rode the eggplant with the lantern and returned to hell according to the agreement.

When I go home, I ride a cucumber that is as fast as a horse, and when I return, I ride a purple eggplant that is as slow as a cow.

This is the most genuine and relentless hope of the survivors in this world.

The jailers at the ceremony put down the things in their hands, stretched themselves, chatted and laughed in twos and threes, and embarked on the road to the square to gather.

The number of people gathered is increasing, just like a stream flowing continuously, gradually converging into a magnificent river.

Nakahara Chuya, who was decorated with ghost horns on his head, was mixed into it with confidence by the third son.

In the beginning, they simply walked side by side, but the lively team narrowed the distance between them.

The palms of the third son and Zhong Yuanzhong also fell on the same side, bumping into each other from time to time like a temptation, and then passing by their fingertips.

After doing this several times, I don't know who took the initiative first. When the fingers touched again, the five fingers wearing black gloves on the right grabbed the warm fingertips first.

One, two.

Knuckles, palms.

Two palms, one large and one small, intertwined until the fingers interlocked and the palms touched.

The cheerful taiko drum and shamisen ensemble floated from the end, and the huge and lively bonfire lit up the sky above the festival.

This is the real festival, the Night Walk of the Hundred Ghosts.

——【"Come with me, let me tell you the truth tonight, everyone~ It's hell when you wake up~ You'll be fined three cups late, please drink..."】

The vocals should be sung to the rhythm of the shamisen, and the lively singing resounds in the sky.

Amidst the laughter, the red-haired ghost girl suddenly let go of the hand she held with Nakahara Chuya, and took two steps forward with her hands behind her back.

"Central Plains Central."

She turned her head with a smile, and the flames of the festival and the stars of hell were reflected in her gem-like emerald pupils.

The girl held up the corner of her skirt, curtseyed like a lady at a ball, and extended an invitation to the red-haired boy.

"Want to dance with the ghost messenger?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also watched the third son quietly, his pupils looked at each other, and when the eyes met, the red-haired mafia slowly smiled.

The eyes of the ocher-haired mafia are clear cobalt blue, filled with a smile, as if filled with a bright star.

"I am very honored."

……

…………

Third son, although you are hiding something serious.

But there is a saying, you are right.

If it is not allowed, then break it before it backfires.

Whether it is a wish spell or something else, I will use gravity to crush them one by one.

But after that, it's time for us to do the math.

******

At the same time, far from the neon Western Hemisphere

The moonlight shines in from the stained glass of the church, and the dome of the arch casts a layer of pure white moonlight, which falls lightly like a piece of paper on the huge and heavy table in the center of the room.

There is a person sitting in the European-style chair behind the table.

His figure was hidden in the dim light, making it hard to see his face. He could only guess from the tall silhouette reflected in the shadow that it should be a man.

"A little bit."

The man's deep and magnetic voice echoed in the empty room.

His large palm with well-defined bones was placed on the table, and a set of scattered chess pieces was beside him.

On the emptied black and white chessboard, there is a layer of scattered video and video files.

A photo was printed on the top document.

In the photo, the girl's long wine-red hair was tied up on one side, and she was wearing a white dress. The moment she appeared holding a mace, she was majestic and majestic, like an invincible natural god, as dazzling as Kaguya Hime in the sky.

"Grow up, Gan."

The man seemed to be sighing, and his slender fingers clicked on the information.

The pulp of the index finger gently stroked the cheek of the red-haired girl in the photo.

The power ring representing the pope's status was worn on his finger, and with the man's movements, it refracted brilliant light in the moonlight.

This light comes from the emerald on the ring of power.

——【Heart of Love Morafe】

The emerald named after the "Emerald" emerald is worthy of its reputation as the "heart".

"Just a little."

The man stroked the photo of the red-haired girl and said softly, "Don't worry, I'll see you soon, Gan."