[Ghost Slayer] There is no me here

The sun was still so warm and dazzling that day.

Deep in the memory, the man with the high ponytail and the flame pattern on his face was holding the handle of the knife with a compassionate expression. His lips were moving, and he was talking about something. The backlit face was so unreal.

Don't show that look, it's my own choice.

In the dark, but to the light.

People like me should have died long ago.

So don't feel sorry, don't feel guilty.

Gradually carbonized hands stretched forward, grabbing his trousers as if begging.

"kill me."

The man's hand holding the knife paused for a moment, as if hesitating for something, and soon he withdrew his body, raised the knife in his hand, and everything returned to calm.

The flower tie with the red sun disc moved with the wind and became the last sight seen before death.

I sat down on the seat with downcast eyes, raised my hand and slowly touched my neck.

Even dreamed of that time.

I really don't know what to say, I am really getting back from living.

Although I was killed by someone, there is no anger or fear in my heart, only peace and regret.

As a "ghost", it feeds on people and does not see the sun. The long life often wears away the humanity that was once a human.

Unlike ordinary ghosts, I will not be killed easily, nor will I obey my desire to eat people, so death is undoubtedly a luxury for me.

It would be great if it could really kill me, but I don't want to experience that useless way of death again.

Shaking my head to stay awake, I realized that I was on a train before I fell asleep.But now the train is still running, but the people on the train seem to be asleep.

Sure enough, the ghosts on the train started to move, but this has nothing to do with me, after all, besides the ghosts, the Ghost Slayer is also here.

As long as you don't bother me, everything will be fine.

But in fact, my wish may not be fulfilled—passengers around me, including me, are covered with sarcoma-like tissues with arms, and this sleep is destined to be unable to sleep.

Blood ghost?

I waved my hand to chop off the flesh that was spreading on my body, and sat in my original position carelessly. With the screams and the rolling of the car, I knew that the accident was coming to an end, and the car would not reach the finish line.

It doesn't matter.

Anyway, I don't care about the destination, I just wander around in another place.

There was a strong smell of blood in the air, I licked my lips to suppress the restlessness in my chest as before, and after making sure that the train would not move forward, I opened the door and slowly got out of the car.

The fighting outside was very exciting, and the battle between humans and ghosts was very dazzling, so I just watched it for a while.

What I care about is that I felt the familiar breath for a moment in the car before, and the breathing technique that has spanned hundreds of years still makes me unforgettable.

I still miss it faintly, which is a bit ridiculous.

So who was there to use it?

I glanced at the ghost slayers outside the car, and three of them looked like children. Do the current ghost slayers employ child labor?

Suddenly, my line of sight stopped, and it was fixed on the red-haired boy lying on the ground gasping for breath with his abdominal injury. I am really familiar with his earrings—the earrings in the style of sun ring flowers. decorated.

This is the inheritor of "his" will.

I was a little curious, so I approached them unconsciously. In order to observe them, I restrained my breath, but this young man still noticed and looked over.

The red-haired boy's eyes were full of vigilance, and he struggled to get up while holding the knife.

"Another...another one?"

His words attracted the attention of other people around, and everyone looked at me, as if they were also surprised to find a person standing here.

I clicked my tongue, took a few steps forward without hesitation, and appeared in front of the boy in a dodge. I squatted down and grabbed his hair to force him to look up.

That's right, it's that person's earrings.

I took another look at the young man's face. Even though he had injuries on his face and a scar on his forehead, he was indeed a little too harmless.

Is this weak child really his inheritor?

Noticing the hideous face of the young man because of being involved in the wound, I let go of my hand and retreated quickly to avoid the blow to the head.

"Let me go, bastard!"

"Inosuke, get out of the way!"

The red-haired boy kneeling on the ground loudly reminded his teammates who came to rescue him, but he was a step too late, and the pig-headed boy was kicked away by me and hit the tree trunk over there.

I stretched out my hand to straighten the Prajna mask on my face, ignoring the angry eyes of the boy over there, I went straight to the two people who were fighting hard, and they also stopped fighting because of my appearance.

The ghost with a peach-colored cropped head was a little surprised and unbelievable when he saw me. He seemed to find something interesting, and he rushed towards me regardless of the ghost killer next to him.

I habitually raised my hand to block his attack, and then punched him with my right hand like no one else, and I also affected a few trees because of the too much movement.

"Yiwozuo, you still can't learn how to say hello to people." I sighed helplessly after interrupting the unknown tree.

Unexpectedly, the person on the opposite side seemed to have not heard it, and only shouted excitedly: "Long time no see, Saki, I know you are not dead! Have a good fight with me!"

"........."

hit you on the head!

I frowned a little speechlessly, I didn't want to talk to this person at all, if we really started fighting, it would definitely be endless.

Thinking of this, I used my palm as a blade to slash his arm and temporarily stopped his behavior, and at the same time threw him away to keep him away from me.

——Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself and pull out his hair.

Although the body organs will change after a person becomes a ghost, just like my black hair at the beginning turned into white hair, Yiwozuo's hair color also changes after becoming a ghost, but a big man has this hair The color is really chilling.

The moment he was thrown out by me, he showed a nasty smile. In the next second, his face was empty, and the mask was cut in half. If he got closer, my face would be cut open by his nails.

I looked at the mask that fell on the ground and then at the man's smug face: "..."

Why is this person so childish?

I carelessly brushed back the hair that had fallen apart due to the battle: "I'm just passing by here, and—" I said, looking at the faint light in the mountains in the distance, "You don't have time."

Yi Wozuo's expression suddenly changed at this moment.

In the end, my battle with him ended before the sun rose, and Yiwozuo ran into the forest, and before leaving, he said a word: "If the Lord knows that you are not dead, you must be very happy!"

I didn't respond to this sentence, but looked at the figure gradually disappearing in the forest, lowered my head and let my mind go for a moment, then followed into the forest.

Ghost dance Tsuji is not miserable.

The one who gave me eternal life and physical strength.

I haven't seen him since that incident, cut off contact with him, is he really happy that my betrayer is still alive?

I don't know, and I don't want to know.

Once Yiwozuo left, he couldn't hide the fact that he was still alive.

Forget it, let him go.

Standing in a position where the sun can't shine, I quietly looked at the other side of the borderline between darkness and light. The red-haired boy and his teammates stood up supporting each other. Although their injuries were serious, they were not fatal.

Maybe it was just because he was wearing flower pierced earrings that I cared a little more, otherwise, what does it matter to me whether those people in the Ghost Killing Squad are dead or alive?

We are not the same way.

The author has something to say: It was also last year's article, and I quite liked the short story written by Climbing to Ghost Mie at the end of the year.