The strongest ghost is too afraid of death

Now Coke couldn't hold back the smile at all.

He subconsciously turned to the northwest corner, and the sudden change of the situation made him startled and afraid: in case of losing the blue Bana flower, thinking of the thunder and anger of the two adults with completely opposite styles at the same time... He didn't even dare to think about it, it was just a The tendency is to forcibly stop yourself.The wings pierced the cloth and stretched out on both sides of his body, and the wings fluttered.

"Hey, anger, ghost hunters are nothing to mention, that flower is the focus of this trip, if we return empty-handed... we will die without a place to die."

Xiazhu's eyesight was excellent, and Coke's trembling claws and the sweat from his angry forehead were clearly thrown into his eyes.

What are they afraid of?

There is only one ghost who can command winding.

To a certain extent, Xia Zhu is a frank child, which is reflected in the fact that no matter the enemy or us, as long as he has doubts, he will often ask on the spot: "Is it the ghost Wu Tsuji who scares you so much?"

"Boy... shut up!"

The rage was unstoppable, and the bursting rage made him want to tear up this obtrusive ghost hunter, but the emergency had to hold him back.

"Wait for me to come back and see if I don't tear you all apart! Hang your head at the gate of the city, chew up the corpse, and throw it back to your ghost killing team!"

With cruel words on his lips, he was so angry that he flew extremely fast, and rushed far away with just two or three glances.Before the voice in the air fell, the two ghosts were already hanging far away in the sky, heading towards the southwest corner at full speed, and the sound waves of galloping changed from high to low.

Qing Xiang rushed out of the thick fog, speaking harshly.

"Shitou! Chase!"

Among the three people present, only Xia Zhu's Xia Zhixi has the ability to catch up with Ban Tiangou. As long as Xia Zhu doesn't follow him, Qing Xiang can always find Ban Tiangou under the double guarantee of him deliberately leaving traces and the crow.

The figure like floating clouds swayed, Xiazhu disappeared like the morning mist broken by the sun, and the black figure reappeared with the mist was a sand dune hundreds of meters away, and disappeared again at the next glance, but he left all the way. The lingering mist guidance.

He doesn't talk much by himself, he is obedient, and his strength has passed, and he can even understand the intention of a look at a critical moment.

Qing sighed sincerely.

Why is such an outstanding talent not under his command.

If Yuya Miyayashiki is transformed into a ghost, is it possible for his children (swordsmen) to work for the cup bone blade?

...Forget it, it's impossible.

After imagining the sky for half a second, Qing Xiang returned to the state of concentration moving forward at full speed, and the flickering flames beside him evaporated the fog along the road.

The original plan was to use tricks to elicit the obsession with the "Blue Bana Flower" in the fifth chapter of the first string, but he did not expect that the clue of the Cyan Bana Flower was true, and he had to go to the scene to check the authenticity.

The mist was dried up by Qing Xiang's breath of flames, but fortunately the bright flames were extremely visible in the night.

When Xuan Mi rushed out of the thick fog with the back of his arms, he raised his eyes and saw the extremely conspicuous orange-red flames in the wilderness.Xuan Mi gritted his teeth, his body couldn't use the breathing method to speed up, so he abruptly used his ghostly physical fitness to chase, and after halfway of the chase, he actually got closer and closer to Qing Xiang.

"Yinzhu! I'm going too!"

He knew that someone was chasing him, but this was the first time that Qing Xiang was called a "hidden pillar". He looked back in surprise and saw the pale face of the Mohawk boy who was breathing disorderly and forced to follow.

Qing Xiang didn't slow down, trying to catch the unplanned people back: "I can't guarantee your survival rate before winding five."

He wanted to teach the golden rule of 'safety first, life first', but then he thought that the Ghost Killing Squad is not afraid of death, so he didn't talk too much, "By the way, I haven't asked you how you got here."

"Anyway, follow you and you will be able to catch the crescent moon ghost, and ask the crow to show you the way!"

The crows of the ghost killing team have a separate and interconnected intelligence network, and they often have a crow that can find the location of most of the other team members.

Qing Xiang met the lower string when he was on a mission for the first time, and the first string when he was on the second mission, and when he ran into Tanjiro Kamado who ran into the ghost of the moon again and again, the impatient Xuan Mi simply pinched the crow's neck and forced it lead the way.

"Isn't Kabukicho closer, why don't you go to Kabukicho?" The three pillars of Yan Chongyin gathered together, safe and fast.

Qing Xiang slowed down a little, and drove forward with Xuan Mi, and could clearly see the other's expression.

But Xuan Mi's cheeks were red.

He faltered, refused to say anything, and finally became angry and brave: "I just don't want to go!"

……oops.

Qing Xiang tacitly agreed.

The pure and simple boy of the Ghost Slayer Squad.

The night wind is gradually thickening, and few stars can be seen in the sky by the sea, and a drowsy darkness is brewing boundlessly.

In such a dim night, a silver light cut across the sea level in the field of vision like a crescent moon, and the flashing light was more dazzling than the moonlight, and the ice-blue mist rose with it, and the mist in the sky shot straight into the sky, just like the surface of the sea The rising sea fog.

"Four Shapes, Sea of ​​Clouds"

The cold voice grows louder as the distance gets closer and closer, the flat leaf-like round fan and the tin stick are cut off in the middle, but the ghost with wings screams and grabs Xiazhu from the sky, the other ghost Appearing from the mist like a ghost, the end of the brand new tin staff went straight to Xiazhu's throat.

"Dare to play us!!!"

Xiazhu froze for half a second. He probably thought that swinging the knife would cut off the other clone, so he hesitated a little, and the tip of the tin stick was almost half a palm away from the back of his neck.

Qing Xiang, who was still running, raised his gun directly, and sniped blindly while moving.

Across a long distance, the galloping bullets precisely penetrated the tin rod, and the changed shape of the tin rod could not withstand the huge amount of electric shock, and cracks spread from the bullet marks to both sides.

Xuan Mi, who saw this scene clearly, opened his eyes wide in shock.

Qing Xiang directly drew his sword and rushed to block the remaining anger, while Xia Zhu, who was back to back, stopped hesitating and swung the knife through his waist and abdomen through Coke in front of him.

"Eat it."

Xia Zhu is concise and to the point.

Xuan Mi intends to suppress the ghost's avatar, but obviously his speed is not as fast as the ghost's rebirth, almost just a glance, the laughing ghost grows from the still erect lower body into a complete human form, laughing and backing away.

"It won't be eaten!"

The disappointment in Xia Zhu's heart did not show, and the blade was raised flat to aim at the two ghosts who looked the same.

"The hostage is here?"

Qing Xiang, who was leaning on her back, didn't look back.

"A little further north."

Xia Zhu didn't look back either.

"Safety?"

"temporary."

On their way, the battlefield shifted almost to Zekou, the upper encirclement city of Xiangshou City.

The pale Xuan Mi ran to the side of Xiazhu, panting, and confronted Coke and Kongxi together with him. The self-blame that filled his heart weighed heavily on his heart, and he regretted painfully: "I'm sorry! It's me who is so useless!"

If he wasn't moving too slowly, why would the third ghost appear? It's all because of him being useless!

Qing Xiang waited for a long time, but before Xia Zhu could explain, he took a quick glance, Xia Zhu was staring at the ghost with all his attention, seemingly not paying attention to what Xuan Mi said, but the latter almost crushed himself to the ground with self-blame.

Reminiscent of Xuan Mi's act of committing suicide after he thought he was 'poisoned', Qing Xiang had no choice but to persuade a few words in the gap blocking the tin rod: "Don't worry, you have worked hard, and everyone is beyond their power." It's so big, it's quite easy to see Xiazhu blocking it just now.

But the completely furious rage gritted his teeth and laughed.

"Ha! What are you talking about! Ghost hunters are trash! Trash-! He was scared just now, afraid of running to his death, wasn't he? Ghost hunters are just a bunch of cunning and scheming cowards!"

Seeing the gloomy expression on the mohawk's head, he felt a burst of pleasure.

"I didn't! The Ghost Killing Squad is a holy and brave team! What you're talking about is bullshit!"

He counterattacked forcefully with his mouth, but his heart, which was sunk in the whirlpool of self-blame, quietly raised doubts.

Just now, at that moment, was it because I was afraid that I was so slow?

Unanswered questions circled painfully in his mind.

However, at this moment, Qing turned his head to the side, and asked him again with a serious expression: "Really?"

'Zhu''s suspicion made Xuan Mi completely pale.

His brain was blank, and the words in his mind were retorted over and over again, but his tongue was numb in his mouth, and he couldn't speak.

"I,"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha"

Seeing that there seemed to be internal strife among the ghost hunters, Kongxi laughed happily.

The ghost killing team is not monolithic either. As Ji Nuo said, ghost hunters are self-disciplined people. Once someone is held back by fear of death, others will immediately criticize them. Little do they know that this is the key to the team's centrifugal force .

He was about to laugh a few words, but he heard a strong praise from the other side:

"Very good! This is the self-cultivation that a swordsman should have. The ghost killing team is not a death squad. The first priority is to ensure the survival of the individual to ensure the size of the team. The breathing method is maintained and passed on, and it grows and continues to reproduce ghosts."

Qing Xiang was sincerely moved: "I didn't expect that besides me, there would be a swordsman who holds the correct concept of killing ghosts in the ghost killing team. You like me very much. Do you want to become Yinzhu's stepson?"

"..."

"..."

The scene fell silent for a moment.

What is this man talking about...!

It sounds right at first, but when you think about it carefully, it’s full of flaws, Xuan Mi was powerless to complain, and couldn’t get up to blame himself for a while, and he didn’t notice that he was focusing on the battlefield again.

"...Thank you, no more."

"Eh--"

Qing Xiang lengthened his tone in disappointment.

"Think about it again. I have just been promoted to Yinzhu, and I have not yet been taught by my stepson. You are not good at breathing, and you can use a gun. It is a perfect match with Yinzhu's stepson. No one in the ghost killing team is more suitable than you."

"..."

Xuan Mi pursed her lips and stared at Kong Xi, but she knew her heart was beating up and down.

He had to admit that he had a little heartbeat.

This is the first time that a teenager who has been suppressed by his elder brother has heard such straightforward affirmation from other 'pillars'.