The strongest ghost is too afraid of death

"That's what he deserves." Hu Die smiled, "This kind of low class should go to hell, is it just falling to the top three?"

"Are you out of your mind?" the prostitute Taro said in a low voice, and put down his covering hand, the original wound was now only a scar like a centipede, "I told you about the arrival of the most powerful man, you actually Are you only concerned about Master Tong Mo falling to the top three?"

"Ah, ah, yes."

The smile melted from Hu Die's face, and she was perfunctory visible to the naked eye.

"The strongest ghost, isn't it the ghost dance Tsuji who sneaks and hides on your side? Or is this a mobile medal, anyone can get it, and drink at the player's house?"

"presumptuous!"

The spot on the face of the prostitute Taro changed position with his anger, and his hand holding the scythe was trembling, as if he was the one who was insulted, "If the lord is willing to come out of the mountain, including you, including all you ghost hunters, The plenum will die without a place to die before dawn!"

The appearance of the prostitute Taro attracted Hu Die's attention.In her previous ghost hunting career, no matter how high or low, ghosts will only show a mixture of fear and admiration for Oniwu Tsuji. The ghost killing team including her has been familiar with it, but this 'most Strong Oni' doesn't seem to be Oni Wu Tsuji, would Oni Wu Tsuji allow another Oni who is stronger than him to step on his head?

"Hmm... This really aroused my interest." Hu Die's knuckles reached the corner of his mouth, "But where is his seat? Now the Ghost King's seat has been replaced by a ghost?"

According to what Shang Liugui said, the ghosts have undergone huge internal ranking changes in recent years.Who is the "one of the strings" that Mr. Purgatory saw when he went to the infinite train?

The sky was already bright, and a faint golden light leaked from the horizon.One person and one ghost confront each other, and since the fierce confrontation just now, neither side has any intention of making another move.Of the three soaked in ghost poison, one had lost consciousness, and the other was hit on the back of the head by a falling plank.

Taro the prostitute's body was dotted with the color of wisteria flowers, and the spots opened on his paper-white skin, spreading out with his breathing, centering on the centipede-like scar on his neck.Taro the whore was breathing a little harder, but the human woman in front of him was breathing even more heavily.

"Why don't you speak?"

Hu Die tilted her head.

"To arouse people's curiosity, but not to talk about it yourself, this is too much."

"You'll know."

The prostitute Taro grinned heavily, raised the sickle in his right hand, and made a sparse metallic sound when he pulled the chain.

"In hell."

'Ding', 'ding', 'ding', and the sound of several metal strikes was heard far away.The chain, the blade, and the sickle intersect in the air, and the speed is getting faster and faster, and the frequency of the ding-ding is getting higher and higher, and it is getting louder and louder, until it maintains a legato of a certain frequency.

"Chats have to have a beginning and an end."

The sound of sword clash was too loud, Hu Die raised his voice.She supported the blade with her hands, and made a beautiful backflip just to avoid the spinning sickle, and the hem of the clothes lifted up by gravity revealed the dark green blood vessels spreading like a spider web in her lower abdomen.

"Well, let me ask you another question, did you kill anyone during your degeneration into a ghost?"

The voice of the woman who turned her head away from the chain was panting.

"people?"

The wind blown by the blade severed the hooker Taro's left hand, and a new limb grew out quickly, but it was purple in color.

"I can't count, can you count how many pieces of sushi you ate in the past?"

Hu Die didn't speak, and the smile on the corner of her mouth disappeared like an illusion.

"I do know how many sticks I've eaten." The prostitute Taro licked the corner of his mouth, "No more, no less, exactly eight."

'bass'

The stench of the quagmire and the fragrance of the flowers confronted each other, and on both sides where the blades met, two pairs of pupils that were also full of anger faced each other.

"Ghost... you should all go to hell."

Hu Die couldn't keep her smile anymore, and her anger kept fermenting, making her gnash her teeth.

"You don't deserve to be forgiven, you don't deserve to be understood, and you don't deserve others to put yourself in your shoes. You don't deserve to appreciate the goodness of this world!"

"That's such a pity."

The prostitute Taro used force, and the sickle crushed the thorny Japanese sword.

"As long as that lord is still there, you will be the ones who will be blamed! You will be proud of me if you match me? That lord is one of the supreme masters!"

Hu Die's hand paused for a moment.

There was a sharp rubbing sound between the sickle and the Japanese knife, and the point of the sickle pierced Hu Die's right collarbone, and the dark green color quickly moved towards her heart and jaw. The purple that was several times thicker spread all the way to his eyes.

The wisteria poison in Hu Die's heart sensed the invasion of foreign enemies, and rushed towards the ghost poison. The two intertwined toxins fought in the blood vessels near the heart, and the battlefield spread all the way and became fierce.Her heart stopped beating at that moment, and the entire right side of her body was paralyzed, and she could no longer exert strength.

Hu Die held on to the Sun Wheel Knife and half-kneeled on the ground, breathing heavily but couldn't get much oxygen. Only his left hand barely grasped the handle of the knife, and the other hand rested on his side, in a physiological spasm.

The hooker Taro's eyes were dark purple, and his pupils could not be seen clearly, but he was able to stand still, and threw the rusty scythe at the half-kneeling woman.

The incoming bullets only shifted the direction of the sickle head a little, and before slashing at the butterfly, the young man in a torn kimono staggered to block the last distance. He exhausted all his strength, and the weak blue waves that appeared in the air blocked the sickle Forward.The sickle circled in the air and returned to the hand of the prostitute Taro.

From a distance, Qing Xiang gave a 'tsk', threw away the gun, and ran towards this side at full speed.

The toxin that entered the body of the prostitute Taro was enough to kill him twice, but he still stood here, the deep purple in his eyes even gradually receded, and his breathing slowly returned to steady.

The hooker Taro approached the two of them.

"Your poison is good."

He looked down at Hu Die who was half kneeling on the ground from a high position, without leaving a glance at the stove door blocking her.The latter was too weak to be worth his glance.

"It's a pity that this poison is the last time it appears."

The chains were in series, and the stove door threw itself to block it with all its strength, but was thrown heavily by the chains into the nearby ruins.Because of his collision, the collapsed wood fell heavily on the boy who was struggling to get up. The dust filled the air, and he spit out a large pool of blood. The smell of blood filled his nose, and together with the salty tears, he formed the despair that filled his heart. The nail cover is bleeding, but the legs are not in control.

"Tanjiro!"

Spots of light appeared in Hu Die's right eye.

With no one in the way, the prostitute Taro's sickle was finally unimpeded, and the raised sickle reflected the cold mist.

Without extra words, the scythe pierced the air and made a small buzz.The flashing cold light was getting closer and closer to Hu Die who was panting and getting up.

砰

The tiny flames are like flames clustered around the sun wheel knife, and the yellow and orange color is faintly visible, as if trying to appear but unable to break through the confinement.The rotating solar wheel hit the sickle, and the sickle flew far away.The sun wheel knife was clamped deeply into the nearby wall, and the shaking blade reflected the gloomy gaze of the prostitute Taro.

The girl with black hair and black pupils standing in front of Hu Die may not be called a girl, and no longer deliberately concealing it, the young man's vigor is undoubtedly revealed.

The hand of the prostitute Taro is like the claws of some kind of beast, stretching and closing, trying to grab something.His chest was heaving, but those eyes, the silt-like gaze, were firmly stuck to Qing Xiang.

"...Are you a ghost hunter?"

The boy stood firmly in front of the woman, taking a good step, his dark eyes stared at him vigilantly, reflecting the face of the prostitute Taro with large black spots.

"Step-son Yanzhu of the Ghost Slayer Team, please give me your advice."

If he had been a boy, the rough voice would have made sense, and everything would have been logical and smooth—broad shoulders, deft movements.

That handful of colorful candies is still in the hooker Taro's inner pocket, is it because of poison? From where the candy touches, a chill spreads upwards along the skin, to the spine, and to the limbs.

"you"

The prostitute Taro's voice was a little hoarse.

The sound of the scythe turning interrupted his hoarseness.The circling sickle returned from the distant skyline, with speed and strength like tofu cutting the wood in front of it in two, and the sickle that was deflected by Qing Xianghirin returned to this battlefield under the action of force, and re-emerged. Return to the position before it turned, which is where Qing Xiang was standing at this time.

"Qing Xiang! Jump forward!"

Hu Die couldn't see her entire right eye, but the paralysis of her heart gradually eased under the coordination of breathing techniques. With the help of the sun wheel knife, she struggled to stand up from the spot, but just stood up so reluctantly, Not to mention protecting Qing Xiang.

Qing Xiang had heard the scythe thrown at him a long time ago, rather he had been paying attention to it secretly, the weapon that suddenly left his sight was the most dangerous weapon.He was about to jump sideways, but at this moment, a chain suddenly appeared in front of him—at an extremely fast speed, the puppet 'Qing Xiang Youkang' couldn't react.

Just like the time at the kitchen door, the chains threw the young man out of the spot, but the strength was completely different. Qing Xiang stood firmly on the ruins after only shaking a few times, and the sickle flashed across his shoulder without causing any damage.The young man was fine and unharmed.

It looked like the prostitute Taro rescued Aoxiang.