Give me back my fan! ! ! !

A tombstone, relying on the feel of the hand, groped for a person's name.

Ieyasu Sawada.

Then, a little lower, it seems to be his English name, Giotto.

"Uh……"

A person's voice suddenly came from a place not far from Tasha. From the sound, it seemed that he was seriously injured and hopeless, and now it was just a flashback.

Suddenly an idea flashed through Tasha's mind.

The technique of psychic undead created by her before was not tried due to limited conditions, but now, isn't it a ready-made experimental subject in a ready-made venue?

So Tasha stood up, picked up the unlucky guy and threw it not far from the tombstone.

That guy was lucky, when he was dropped by Tasha, he happened to be overwhelmed by the pile of ghost coins that seemed to be burned.

Tasha half-kneeled down, quickly making seals with both hands.

Then he slapped his palm on the ground.

"Spirituality!"

Mingbi seemed to be driven by something, flew up and wrapped the unlucky guy, then sank into the ground, Tasha sealed again, and then clapped his hands on the ground.

A wooden pier coffin broke through the ground, the lid opened automatically and disappeared into powder.

From the opened coffin, a man in a suit and a black cloak came out. He slowly opened his eyes and looked around in confusion.

"This is……"

"what's your name?"

The emotionless female voice interrupted Giotto's contemplation. He turned his head and saw the black-haired girl with bandages around her eyes. Although she was a little surprised by her question, he still answered her, "I'm Giotto."

Then he saw that the black-haired girl ignored him, but said in a low voice: "It seems that there are still memories of her life, well, it seems that those ghost coins were also involved just now, but what is the use? Wrapped and disappeared ...The package, the appearance? Maybe it has the ability? Is it to get closer to the way it was in life..."

Although Giotto didn't quite understand the black-haired girl's words, he already knew that the presence of the dead him must have something to do with her!

"Is my current situation caused by you?"

"right."

"what is your purpose?"

"It's just an experiment, well, I'm leaving."

Tasha turned around and left, not bothering to talk to the man she had channeled.

Because she hasn't studied the solution yet...

Anyway, she was randomly summoned from the cemetery, so she probably didn't have much ability, because it was the first experiment, and she didn't input too much chakra, and she would be forcibly rejected in a few days because of the chakra.

Giotto didn't expect the black-haired girl to leave as soon as she said it. It seemed that she was just here to experiment as she said.

He hesitated for a while, but decided to follow the black-haired girl.

He doesn't understand what situation he is in at all now, so it's better to follow her for the time being.

Tasha asked the Tuanzi in his consciousness to show her the way, and walked around in circles. Giotto, who was still worried about whether she would hit the wall, suddenly realized that he was worrying too much.

Tasha stopped when he was about to leave the alley and enter the street, turned around and said to Giotto who had been following him, "Why do you keep following me?"

"You woke me up, shouldn't you be responsible?"

"No, I'm not responsible." Tasha ruthlessly refused.

"I'm going to enter the street soon, you'd better take a look at yourself in the mirror next to you, and then consider whether to enter the street or not."

After speaking, Tasha turned around and walked away.

Giotto turned his head to look at the mirror next to him.

There are abnormal marks on the face, like cracked porcelain, and the original white eyeballs are also occupied by black.

No matter how you look at it, he is not a normal person.

If you walk on the street like this, you will be arrested...

After walking a certain distance, Tasha didn't hear the sound of footsteps following her.

It seems that guy is also a little self-aware.

Although she couldn't see what he looks like now, thinking about it with Madara's fury, she knew how a person who was channeled in this way could be normal.

So she returned to the house that Tuanzi set up for her with a good mood.

But at the moment when he first stepped into the house, Tasha paused, and then looked towards the front right.

Giotto, who didn't know when he got here, waved at her.

Feeling the familiar breath, Tasha turned her head back, calmly took out the key to open the door, went in, and closed the door.

But the last item was still not completed.

The man was outside against the door.

Tasha secretly exerted strength.

The blocked door remained motionless.

Tsk!Underestimate this guy!

Tasha didn't expect that the undead she casually summoned was not ordinary.

There was no way, Tasha could only let him in first, and then secretly planned to find a solution as soon as possible to drive this guy back.

Giotto entered the room, looked left and right at the living room's decoration, and it was indeed a lot different from his time at that time.

So he was summoned to the future?

I don't know what Pengo Lie is like now...

Giotto turned around and asked the black-haired girl who had locked the door and entered, "What's your name?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Tasha ruthlessly refused to answer again.

But Giotto's eyes fell on the student ID card on the table, and he picked it up and looked at it.

Uchiha Tasha.

"Tasha-kun? You're still a middle school student."

Tasha paused when she went upstairs, turned around and took the student ID card from Giotto's hand, and went upstairs with her aloof air.

Isn't this guy lucky? !

Leaving the troublesome Tasha behind, she entered the master bedroom on the second floor, put her student ID card on the table, sat on the bed and listened to her background in her mind.

Oh, she is a third-year student of Bingdi, who just transferred in, and her eyes were blinded because she was captured and abused by a pervert when she was a child. When she grows up, she has a cold personality, strong self-defense skills, and the kind of temper that refuses to admit defeat. Talented and smart, although he has lost his eyesight, he can still act like a normal person. The Ice Emperor Entrance Exam he just passed broke the record for the Ice Emperor and so on.

She couldn't bear to listen to this lie.

too exaggerated.

And at the age of five, she wouldn't be abused by a pervert, on the contrary, she would abuse him, right?

Forget it, these are not important, the important thing is to report to Bingdi tomorrow, and before that, she has to deal with the guy below.

She didn't feel it before, but just outside the house, she clearly felt what kind of ability the other party used just now to reach her current residence in front of her, and the surging power has not completely disappeared from him.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be staying below intact now, but was forcibly repelled by Tasha.

Tsk, what kind of luck did she get with this guy.

We still have to work out a solution as soon as possible to drive that guy away.

Chapter 17

However, dreams are always beautiful.

Until Tasha changed into her school uniform and threw her ninja bag and other things into the space-time bag she just got to get on the subway, she couldn't get rid of the troublesome spirit behind.

Who knows where he got the casual clothes and sunglasses.

Because Tasha didn't use too much chakra before, and the soul power of the man who was channeled was very strong, so he insisted on relying on his own energy to not be directly reprimanded, and because he had too little chakra, Tasha couldn't contain him.

Mistake...

Tasha didn't want to create trouble for herself, so she took a few steps forward to distance herself from Giotto.

As a result, she had only taken two steps when Tasha felt as if something was swaying towards her. She stopped abruptly, and the thing almost brushed against the tip of her nose.

Tasha: "..."

Big fire!

And that Sazabe, who was still showing off his tennis skills to his companions in the narrow passage of the subway, proudly said come again, and then swung the tennis racket in his hand again.

The moment Tasha swung the tennis racket over, he grabbed Zuo Zuobu's wrist holding the racket, turned back and forth, easily picked up a big boy, and then threw him flying.

"Come on, get paralyzed!"

Giotto: "..."

Giotto, who originally wanted to step forward and hold Tasha back to prevent her from being knocked down, silently withdrew his hand, and then turned aside to get away from Sasabe who seemed to be throwing towards him on purpose, watching him being thrown directly into the air On the last subway door.

Echizen, who just wanted to sneer: "..."

Sakura who happened to be sitting in the back was frightened: "..."

Zuo Zuo's little partner: "..."

"Za, Sasabe!"

The little friend who came back to his senses looked at Tasha in fear, and then ran to help Zuo Zuobu in the farthest way from her.

"Dark, fainted!"

"What should I do!"

"Ah, the stop will arrive soon! Send him to the infirmary when he arrives!"

Giotto looked at the three people over there, and did not speak wisely.

Otherwise, he might be the next one to be thrown out.

Tasha, who had finished dumping someone, suddenly realized that she had lost her vest again, so she quickly put up her airs, as if she hadn't lost the person behind who was still unconscious.

After arriving at the station, the kid with the hat couldn't help looking back at her several times when he was still getting off the bus.

Of course she wouldn't care.

The rest of the journey was very smooth. Tasha was in a much better mood after Zuo Zuobu let go of his anger before, and he didn't care so much about the brown sugar behind him.

Although she still didn't understand why he had to follow her all the time.

The speed of the subway was very fast. Tasha got off the train after arriving at the station, and followed Bingdi's very caring and embarrassing voice-based automatic navigation stop sign to the gate of Bingdi.

Giotto helped her look at the freshman distribution list just outside the door, there were all first-year students in a pile