Ming Ke: What’s wrong with me, Gin, having several aliases?

At this moment, following Kurosawa's strange movements, Ogihara Kenji's soul actually slowly appeared.

Kenji Ogihara's soul looked a little dazed, his eyes were lost and confused, and he seemed not to have fully understood the situation.

He was suspended quietly in the air, like a traveler lost in another dimension.

Kenji Ogihara stood by, staring at his own soul in amazement, his mouth slightly open, his face full of astonishment and disbelief.

His brain seemed to stop working at this moment, and his thoughts fell into chaos.

Ogihara Kenji: Am I not still alive? Where did this come from?!

"Hagi!" When Jinpei Matsuda saw the figure, he shouted excitedly, his voice full of surprise and eagerness.

He rushed forward desperately, opened his arms, and wanted to hug tightly this thing that looked like a soul.

His steps were hurried and flustered, as if he was afraid that this soul would suddenly disappear.

However, the soul is the soul, and if it cannot be touched, it cannot be touched.

Jinpei Matsuda seemed to have pounced into a ball of air, and fell straight down next to the tombstone, raising a small cloud of dust.

But he didn't care about his embarrassment at all, and his face was still filled with a bright smile.

He lay on the ground, looking at Kenji Ogihara's soul in the air, tears glistening in his eyes.

Although Matsuda Jinpei didn't get hit and even fell down, he still smiled. The emotions that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time were finally released today.

He didn't ask for a hug, just being able to see her again was enough.

Furuya Rei stood there motionless, his eyes suspiciously fixed on Ogihara Kenji's soul, full of confusion and puzzlement.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and examined the soul carefully. The more he looked, the more he felt that its state was very strange.

His brows were tightly knitted together, as if they could pinch a fly to death, and his expression became increasingly gloomy.

Finally, as if he had given up on finding the answer from his soul, Fūya Rei slowly turned his head and turned his gaze to Kurosawa.

His lips moved slightly, and with a hint of doubt and confusion in his tone, he said, "Are you sure that Ogiwara, who looks like he has lost his mind, can still agree?"

"Cough cough!"

Kurosawa coughed heavily, then raised his foot and took a step forward.

His expression became a little mysterious and he approached the soul, staring at it and spoke loudly.

"You! Do you agree that we should change the tombstone to black?"

Kenji Ogihara still had that dazed look on his face, without any reaction, just floating there quietly.

Seeing this, Kurosawa turned around and looked at Furuya Rei with a serious face, and said solemnly: "Do you think he is silent?"

"Yes." Furuya Rei answered somewhat puzzled. He really didn't understand the purpose of Kurosawa's series of actions.

"Then is silence equivalent to consent?" Kurosawa said cunningly.

Only then did Furiya Ling understand what his grandson was going to do, but he still shook his head and said, "No."

After all, this is the tomb of a good friend. How could the tombstone be changed so casually? Moreover, Kurosawa's explanation is really too far-fetched.

Seeing that Furuya Rei did not follow his pace, Kurosawa felt a little disappointed, and then he used plan B.

"So what if Kenji agrees now? Then we can change the tombstone, right?"

Fūya Rei thought about it for a moment and nodded.

Seeing him nod, Kurosawa strode closer to the soul, pressed his head and nodded, speaking as he pressed.

"Zero! Look, he's nodded. Should we change the tombstone?"

Falling valley zero:.......

Kurosawa's series of actions really made the squad leader Ida Kou unable to bear it anymore.

Ida Hang strode up to Kurosawa, raised his big hand like a palm-leaf fan, and slapped him hard with such force that he almost knocked Kurosawa into the ground.

"Squad leader, why did you hit me?"

Kurosawa looked aggrieved, as if he had suffered a great injustice. His mouth was slightly pouting and his eyes were full of resentment.

Idahang rolled his eyes unhappily and said in a gruff voice, "Isn't this just a nod for you?"

"Oh, oh, you all bully me! I'm going to go find my brother Takata!"

Kurosawa yelled and ran towards the real Ogihara Kenji.

He rushed over, hugged Ogihara Kenji tightly, and then began to discuss the next plan with him secretly.

As Ogihara Kenji listened to Kurosawa's description of the plan, his expression changed unpredictably.

After Kurosawa finished speaking, Ogihara Kenji couldn't help but nod his head repeatedly, and kept praising him: "You are really the underworld."

"Just tell me whether you want to play or not?" Kurosawa raised his eyebrows and looked at Ogihara Kenji expectantly.

"Play, of course I have to get involved in such a good thing." Kenji Ogihara responded without hesitation.

Now that the plan has been discussed, it is time to implement it.

Kurosawa first carefully grabbed the soul that was invisible to others from Kenji Ogihara's body, and then pinched it a few times.

And then... there was no more.

At this time, the sunset gradually faded away like a tide, and the last touch of brilliant color seemed to be ruthlessly swallowed up by the darkness.

The entire sky darkened irreversibly, like a huge piece of inky silk heavily covering the earth.

Because of Kurosawa's interference just now, several people who were supposed to go back are still staying in this cemetery that suddenly became gloomy.

The cemetery was so quiet that it made people feel uneasy, with only the occasional rustling sound of the night wind blowing through the treetops, as if the evil spirits were whispering.

A chilly wind blew without warning, and that wind seemed to carry the chill from the underworld, instantly penetrating the bodies of several people.

Along with this gust of cold wind, a sad and mournful music came from the distance. The sound seemed to float out from the depths of the underworld, eerie and desolate.

The sound was very faint at first, but as if it had a will of its own, it gradually became clearer and louder, as if countless vengeful spirits were chanting in unison.

As the sound of funeral music got closer and closer like a ghost, two sedan chairs with bright colors slowly appeared in front of the people.

One red, one white, one happy, one sad.

Two sedan chairs suddenly appeared in their sight, like ghost carriages coming out of hell.

At the same time, paper money began to fall from the sky. The dim yellow paper money fell like snowflakes, twirling and spinning in the dim light.

Among these yellowish paper money, there were some white papers with something written on them.

Fūya Rei caught the white paper that fell in front of him and took a closer look at it.