The strongest ghost is too afraid of death

The columns and meetings lasted longer than a few people thought.

The three had already returned to the Butterfly House, and Qing Xiang handed over the unfinished puzzles to Zaomen.By the time Purgatory limped down the mountain, the sky was already dark, the sun was setting, and the sun was setting.

Qing Xiang and Qian Shoulang, one on the left and one on the right, supported Purgatory and walked home.

Everything is quiet, the unique Japanese crows are circling in the sky, the orange light of the sunset renders the wings, and the squeaky calls are sparse.

Since taking orders a few days ago, Purgatory has not yet had a good rest, and even stayed up all night last night. At this time, in front of his younger brother and stepson, he couldn't help but relax and let out a sigh of relief.

"Where's father?"

Qing Xiang next to him pricked up his ears.

"He."

Qianshourou's expression was a little sad, and he muttered softly.

"He said he went out to buy wine, but he didn't come back all day."

Purgatory smiled and didn't mention it again.

The two stopped talking, but Qing Xiang scratched his heart and lungs curiously.

Yan Zhu, who was appointed as the former leader, was also the strongest player in the previous Ghost Slayer Team. After his wife passed away, he was depressed and depressed until today.It's hard to imagine that the two of them live under the same roof. Qing Xiang only knows his name, but he has never seen him face to face so far, and he doesn't know what he looks like.

As a result, until nightfall, Qing Xiang, who helped the handicapped Purgatory to tidy up the bedding, heard the quarrel by the door.

One is Senshouro, who tried his best to endure but still vented his anger. It is rare to see him so angry. The other is a voice that Qing Xiang has never heard, yes, a voice that he has never heard with his hearing and insight.

If the latter is the famous former Yan Zhu, he can only say that he is a ruthless person who keeps silent at home.

"Brother was seriously injured... almost couldn't come back, you didn't even say a word of concern. After returning home, do you only ask about the money for the next drink?"

"Whatever my business, he has to run to kill the ghost himself, and I didn't force him!"

"you!"

"Human beings can't be compared with ghosts at all. Let's get out as soon as possible, so as not to hurt your family."

"...Brother, he is not—"

"Get off!"

There was a muffled sound, and there was a young man's suppressed cry of pain, and the quarrel at the door dissipated.

The night was cool, and the faint yellow light could not reach the door.

There were bursts of pain in the ankle, so Senjuro could understand what happened without seeing it.Except for the first cry of pain, he didn't say anything, just sat quietly on the spot for a while.

His father never looked back at the child who was pushed away by his own hands, and the distant figure spread into the dark alleyway, making it impossible to see clearly.

Qianshou Lang didn't know what his father was thinking, let alone the latter's true thoughts. The "past" that his brother told him had never come, and he couldn't even see his own thoughts clearly. My mind was in a mess.

The boy just kept silent, groped for the stone platform on his back, and slowly stood up with the strength of one leg.The pain in the ankle spread all the way to the calf, causing the whole foot to lose feeling. When I hurried out of the house, I was wearing thin clothes. At this moment, I was standing here alone, soaked in the moonlight, and the night wind was blowing, so I shrank quietly.

嘶

There was a very soft sound, the friction of the coat covering his shoulders, causing Senjuro to open his eyes slightly.

"It's late, have you taken a shower yet?"

The familiar voice was flat, as if he hadn't noticed anything.

Senshouro subconsciously grasped the hem of the clothes hanging at his hand, and hummed belatedly.

"It's a bit cold tonight, let's put another quilt on it, ah, I also put an extra layer of quilt on Teacher Purgatory. Do you want something to drink before going to sleep? Milk? Honey water?"

"Qing Xiangsang, honey is very expensive."

He lowered his head, and there was already a bit of a stuffy throat in this sentence.

"Really? Then drink milk. It's just right to warm the water. By the way, send a cup to Mr. Purgatory. And your feet, hot compress... No, cold compresses should be used for sprained feet."

Qing Xiang, who corrected himself, leaned down slightly, and finally asked him a question.

"Does it hurt?"

Those two simple words were the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Obviously, I have experienced it countless times, and it is exactly the same as in the past. As long as I stand up and go back to the house like what happened before when my brother was not at home, it just happened to be these two words, but at this time, or the warmth of the coat behind me, or It is the hand supporting the shoulder, prying open the gate that has been suppressed all the time, letting all the grievances pour out together.

Senjuro raised his arm and pressed down the red eye sockets.

"Ah."

A dozen or so steps away from the two of them, a man stumbling over with his inflexible legs stood under the shadow and watched them quietly for a long time.

With a sprained ankle and a sick patient, the task of going out to buy medicines is placed on Qing Xiang, who is relatively "healthy", at least able to walk and jump.

I can't just buy it, but I have to send it to the Butterfly House, and take the medicine according to the doctor's advice, and take some internal medicine for the ghost killing team from the Butterfly House.

Qing Xiang really didn't want to see Butterfly House's human-shaped polygraph again, but all three of them were trained in Butterfly House, and the Purgatory Family didn't have a fourth power of action—Ren Yanzhu went out to buy wine as usual.

It's fine to go to Butterfly House, but Qing Xiang doesn't want to go to nearby villages and towns either.

Fair skin, no traces of sun exposure, no appearance of a poor family in a small place, but he does not have the affinity of the purgatory family, and near the headquarters of the ghost killing team, the hidden and swordsmen who pass by usually take the path.Qing Xiang was walking on the street, and there was a vacuum nearby, which was really a convenient target.

The sun was very strong, and he was in a bad mood when he was tanned.

Village pharmacies can buy modern medicines, the price is not expensive, and the control is very loose. You only need to fill out a form that does not confirm the real information.

The clerk in the pharmacy took a look at him, handed him a pen, and went elsewhere to write for someone who couldn't write.

The first column of the form is 'Name', and there is only one name. Qing Xiang, who is used to writing the butterfly house application form, wrote two Chinese characters 'purgatory' casually.

After he had finished writing 'Purgatory', the man raised his head and asked for an extra sentence.

"Write your own name, buy someone else's! New government regulations."

Qing Xiang looked at the Chinese characters that covered half of the grid, and was silent for a moment.

"Is there a watch?"

The pharmacy was noisy, and the clerk continued to lower his head, unable to hear what he said.

Qing Xiang glanced roughly, but did not find another watch from the cabinet, instead, the glass-topped cabinet brought back guilty memories of stealing medicine.

He simply filled in the word 'Youkang' at the end of the form, just wanting to leave this place of crime as soon as possible.

When the boy left with the medicine bag in hand, the buddy glanced at the blue-marked backup certificate in his hand, and said in surprise:

"Is he a child of the purgatory family?"

Ghost Slayer Team Yanzhu, 'Purgatory' has a very good reputation in the neighborhood.

The person next to him took a look and was also surprised.

"Purgatory Blessing?"

After pondering for a long time, he finally dug out from his memory the 'Youkang' that Purgatory mentioned occasionally when he came to the town to buy things, so he understood.

At the same time, in the dispensing room of Butterfly House, Hu Die, who checked the place of origin and production date of the medicine, also had a receipt between her knuckles, slightly surprised.

There are quite a few swordsmen who changed their surnames in the ghost killing team, and most of them follow their trainers, or special people with deep connections.For example, the person around Hu Die who wants to change her surname is the favor of Hu Die sisters, the grace of life-saving and the grace of upbringing, Li Hualuo Chanahu, who is connected with life and death, and even her name comes from Hu Die's sister, Die Kanae.

Thinking of the young man who has been away from her without a trace since the last time in the infirmary, and has rarely appeared in front of her except for the necessary blood collection and medical examination. Thinking of the blue kimono that was placed on the table behind her, Hu Die He sighed lightly, and then laughed at the meaning behind the name.

Kanzaki lifted the curtain, and walked into the house with the tub in his arms.

"Lord Hu Die, these are the healing potions sent to Lord Yan Zhu."

"Well, let's put it together with these, the one you bought is right, there is no problem."

Kanzaki took the medicine bag, but saw the smile on Hu Die's face.

"Master Hu Die, has something good happened?"

"Um……"

Unlike the usual formulaic smile, Hu Die's smile at this time came into his eyes.

"It's just a feeling, Mr. Purgatory's charm is really great."