The strongest ghost is too afraid of death

It was a peaceful and quiet midnight.

The siren of the new generation hums far away, the smoke from the winter kitchen rises, and the coldness of the moonlit night penetrates into a clear dream.

This is a peaceful moment in the dead of night, when no dogs or chickens are heard.

Tonight, the Infinite City is as peaceful as the outside world.

The footsteps stepped on such a peaceful string, as if stepping on everyone's throat.

"Hey."

Short hair with a blue top and purple tail, and red eyes like the vertical eyes of a beast in the deep forest.

There was no look of anger on his face, and the movement of squatting with his legs apart was simple.

His wrists were slender and fair enough to be as weak as a literati, and his neck was wrapped in a crow-blue checked scarf.

That was clearly a slumped and powerless young man like a literati.

But why, being stared at by such a young man, it seems to be surrounded by malicious eyes coveted by big and small in the depths of the dark forest.

"The cyan flower of the other side, are you really looking for it seriously?"

The lower body of the ghost he asked was rotted into a pulp, gray feathers were mixed with broken bones, and flowed down the stage together with blood——in front of the trembling and beautiful woman, an out-of-tune panic came out of her throat whimper.

In the Infinite City where needles could be heard, the sob was so clear that it seemed to be amplified out of thin air.

Luo Ji's heart stopped for a moment, and she covered her mouth with her hands indiscriminately. The woman's weapon—the frail face lined by the large and falling teardrops due to panic became more and more pitiful.

Obviously, she used to kill people without blinking an eye, regarded human beings as food, took pleasure in the pain and despair of food, and once crushed another oiran's skull with her feet out of jealousy.

At this moment, it's like kneeling in the water of the underworld, watching the rising water submerge him, crying for her to escape, and his temples are throbbing with pain.

Throwing vases at the children who came to serve, and watching them shivering on the ground condescendingly, I don't know if she thought that one day the trembling would become herself.

Now she can crawl and climb away, or she can be kicked out of the Infinite City and then roll and crawl away.

No matter what, I want to escape.

But can't escape.

The corpse of the last escaped jade pot was dangling with its neck stretched not far above its head.

The red and white pupils of death are reflected in the several figures crawling under it.

Half a dog whose body has been turned into muddy meat is in a state of embarrassment, with a broken bellows-like speaker coming out of its throat, ho ho, the blood-bubbling throat can see the Adam's apple embedded in the red meat, red and white, just like freshly cut Like a beef tendon under his feet, he used the remaining nerves to beat endlessly in fear.

"... Please, give me... some more time..."

The young man dressed like a literati showed a headache expression of 'I can't stand it'.

"Black Death Mou?"

I don't know if he sensed the danger in advance, but Onimai Tsuji didn't come back at all.

The most powerful ghost present besides the young man's number one pick is Hei Si Mou.

The sharp jet-black sharp armor is propped on the ground facing the fingers, and the owner of the nails has the body of a well-trained martial artist.

"……Yes."

"That's what you said last time, right? When did it... Ah, five years ago? Why is the progress still stagnant now?"

He obviously considers himself very tolerant.

Knowing that it is not easy to find, I waited patiently for so, so long.

"...I'm very sorry, it's our inability to do things well, please give us some more time."

The man in the brocade kimono sat neatly and had a calm and powerful voice.

The youth dressed as a writer sighs.

He turned around and passed by the side of Naruto who lowered her head and narrowed her eyes, but her body was as stiff as if frozen, and fell on the tatami one step higher behind Tong Mo like a fall.

It used to be the second of the upper strings, and now the third of the upper strings, a ghost with white oak hair and beautiful colorful pupils, just kneeling there in obedience, motionless.

"Child mill."

He raised his head and stared at the countless deep rooms above his head, and asked softly.

"What about you? Neither?"

Tong Mo, who slowly sat up straight, showed an innocent smile.

"Hmm...I don't want to say it because I feel that if I say it, I will be turned into a meat paste."

Whispering.

"Is it really that difficult?"

Obviously just a flower.

It has also been confirmed that it does exist, and it cannot be a flower that exists in the other world.

"Comrades, it's just a flower, not the Holy Grail. Can the Holy Grail still be held in a Holy Grail War?"

"..."

No one understood what he said.

But no one dared to speak out.

Cup Skull Blade looked at this group of ghosts whose names were louder than the last, condemning them as if they were looking at the useless monsters under the hands of the Brain Stars.

No, the monster can still give Ultraman experience packs anyway.

That's right, the cup bone blade is not a native Taisho era ghost.

He used to be a member of the famous Hope Peak Academy in Japan.

An ordinary male high school student in Class B of the third year of the preparatory department next door.

He lived peacefully in Tokyo like this, with no worries about money. The biggest problem was that his family wanted him to take the exam in Yokohama, but he didn't want to leave the city where he was born and raised, so he boldly applied for the entrance exam of the University of Tokyo.

Just before he went to get the report card of this semester's national examination.

he died.

Ignorant and unaware, he died on the spot for no apparent reason.

It wasn't an accident, it wasn't a physical illness, it wasn't even the sudden death with the highest death rate among contemporary youth, it was outright murder.

He still doesn't know why he died, and he doesn't know who the murderer who killed him is.

A murder case so bizarre that two famous detectives of high school students fought it.

Only after he died once did he realize that the 'death', which was so far away and only existed in film and television works and art appreciation, was so easily lurking around his neck.

Just behind his head, the breath made the hair on the back of his neck stand upside down.

Originally distressed, Dongda entered the test, didn't like it but was also the younger brother of the family, and planned to save the pudding for dinner, the triple-A masterpiece that will be pre-sold next Monday.

It has nothing to do with myself.

very scary.

It was only after I realized it that I realized it was terrible.

Never going back to daily life, full of cold and unreasonable death.

The self who used to laugh high above through a layer of glass finally fell into the middle of the mud of fear in a panic.

Because I was too scared, I was born again and got rid of all the bad habits of the past.

Day and night, the practice of forgetting to eat and sleep, is practiced at an exaggerated level that others are surprised and incomprehensible.

At night, the doors and windows will be locked, and because of the fear of carbon monoxide poisoning caused by burning charcoal for heating in the Taisho era, a small slit the size of a thumb is opened in the window, and then it is sewn with fishing thread to ensure that only a small slit can be opened at most.

When you go out, you must bring a small knife for self-defense. If anyone approaches you from behind, you will disarm immediately and take the initiative.

Never eat food from outside, even if it is your own food, you have to test the poison again and again to confirm.

Being dismissed as a weirdo by everyone and staying away is just what I want and I feel relaxed.

After living like this for a period of time, he gradually realized his shortcomings.

No way.

As long as you are a human being, you can only produce a few units of penicillin in this backward era, and even the patient's urine has to be extracted and recycled.

A small wound can only be amputated if it becomes infected.

If the amputation continues and the infection continues, the only option is to wait for death.

If the fever persists to a high level, it will burn to death.

In the era when there were no specific medicines, everyone lived with care and joy.

But this last bit of luck was also taken away from Cup Skeleton Blade.

so afraid.

Humans are such a fragile and helpless little race.

So it's decided.

Dio's stalk can be circulated for a long time, there must be its own reason.

'People' have limits.

It's better to run to the side of the powerful ghost who can regenerate even if half of his body collapses.

However, it is like consumers who have been deceived by the salesman's rhetoric.

"You never told me that ghosts are afraid of sunlight!!"

Isn't it meaningless that even a small bundle of Yang Guan will die suddenly!

At that time, the ghost king who dismissed the cup bone blade only showed a contemptuous and sarcastic expression.

"Didn't you not ask? If you insist on picking the moon in the water, after being drowned by the sweeping flood, are you going to blame the moon hanging high in the clouds?"

This sentence made him completely lose his mind.

The strong blood energy of that night seemed to dye the cloudy and waxing moon in the sky red.

Ghost dance Tsuji was cut into blood foam, mixed with flour and steamed, then sank into the meat and soaked for three months.

Reluctantly holding on to his breath, Onimai Tsuji, who spent six months recovering, never said anything more than he should have said to Kagakure.

"But, Master Cup."

The ghost with the unparalleled and miraculously colorful eyes opened the folding fan with a smile.

"We've worked hard too. After all, does the blue Higan flower really exist~?"

"existing."

The scarlet animal pupils approached the slightest in front of the pair of colorful eyes in an instant.

This is the only point that is absolutely certain and beyond doubt.

"The cyan flower of the other side exists."

Stared at by those emotionless scarlet eyes, Tong Mo's hand holding the golden fan froze.

"Really—!"

Bei Kui Ren backed away from Tong Mo, scratching his blue-purple hair madly.

"Whether it's Aladdin's magic lamp, or Ms. Irisviel who entrusts the Holy Grail, it doesn't matter who it is, my lord, please give me the blue flower of the other side!"

It was quiet.

Wish-fulfilling human fantasies certainly don't exist.

That being the case.

It is better to ask for yourself than for others.

"Master Cup, what are you going to do?"

Naruto's voice sounded calm and stable, as usual, she knelt down on the stage respectfully.

At the moment when the idle ghosts and the others retreated one after another, the Cup Skeleton Blade was going back and forth in the city, not knowing what it was doing.

The huge Infinity City, where someone who was supposed to be a guest lived in it for decades, and part of it became his storage room and private room.

"Make a vest."

That's the answer from the busy people who were busy going back and forth.

"... vest?"

"Terminology."

Gaikuren stepped back, looking at the black-haired, delicate boy with black hair and pupils who was kneeling silently, wearing a linen-patterned kimono, kneeling quietly.

"—meaning that the main body is inconvenient to move, so I made another identity that can be manipulated by myself, and let him do things that I can't do."

After the words fell, the boy in front of him raised his eyes.