The strongest ghost is too afraid of death

During the long silence, a serious voice broke the silence: "Are you here to be funny?"

"It's not your turn to say... Tomioka!"

Veins on Undead Chuan's forehead were bulging, and he was firmly stopped by Beimingyu, who was used to being a mediator.

"Immortal River, Tomioka...Calm down, the ghost is watching from a few steps away from you, Amitabha...don't be fooled by the ghost."

"..."

I could hear the sound of molars rubbing against each other, as well as Undead Chuan's bitter snort.

"Huh? If you want to see it, just look at it openly, and it won't do anything to you."

Cup Skeleton Blade pointed at his arm, and looked back to those vigilant or probing eyes one by one.

"I said I have no ill intentions towards the Ghost Slayer Team. Of course, ready-made jokes are another matter... Chick."

Anyway, the smiling offensive didn't work, so the cup bone blade simply followed his own nature.

His nature is: he remembers clearly when Undead Chuan wanted to beat up Qing Xiang when he first joined the Ghost Killing Team.

The Immortal River that was about to rush up was tightly surrounded by Beiming Islet.

"Sorrowful Islet... let go! See if I don't beat him to death! I'll beat him until his nose is bruised and his face is swollen!"

The appearance of Undead Chuan being so angry that he couldn't kill him made Bei Bairen feel refreshed:

"Oh? Ghost hunter, the knife is shattered into seven petals, you are really energetic."

Cup Kuiben wanted to say a few more words. Before he ignited the powder keg of Undead River, Purgatory said to stop him: "Mr. Ha, don't play tricks on Undead River anymore."

To everyone's surprise, the ghost on the edge of the courtyard glanced at Purgatory for a long while, but actually withdrew his expression and stopped talking.

...Although he is a villain with a bad attitude, he seems to be very special to Mr. Purgatory...

Ganlu Si stood by Yihei's side, carefully observing the expressions of everyone present.

"Mr. ha."

The gentle and spring-like voice lingered in the ears of everyone with different expressions.

The man with dull eyes was supported by the beautiful woman and walked out of the ruined house. Although he couldn't see it, he turned his face exactly in the direction of the cup bone blade.

"Can I chat with you?"

"My lord."

"My lord..."

Youzhu wanted to salute, but because of the ghost who needed to be on guard, he still maintained his original movement of standing with a knife.Only Purgatory, who was clearly in front of Bei Kui Ren, turned his back to him without hesitation and bowed on one knee: "Wum, my lord!"

Kamiyashiki looked forward to the prestige, and wanted to maintain the minimum level of questioning, but became surprised the moment he saw Ubuyashiki:

"Your curse has penetrated deep into the inner edge of your brain. It's a miracle that you can still stand now. Is it okay?"

Qingxiang Youkang couldn't see it, but looking at it with a puppet equivalent to the main body, it was too bad that he was not far from death.

...is it really that bad?

Was pointed out on the spot how deep the curse was by Kamiyashiki, but Ubayashiki's gentle smile remained unchanged, he just kept his mouth shut.But the silence at this time is a tacit consent to what the ghost said, not only the purgatory that suddenly raised its head, but all the pillars were shaken either obviously or covertly.

"I cannot refute the truth of what you have said."

——The leader of the Ghost Slayer Squad is about to die soon.

Even in the face of ghosts with unknown friends and enemies, Ubuyashiki's smile is still enough to blow people's hearts.

"However, I think that just a few minutes of small talk is more than enough."

Kamiyashiki was noncommittal, he was still observing the black and purple that penetrated deep into the roots of Yuyashiki's hair: the more you look at it, the worse it is, this curse.

Ubuyashiki turned his head and called softly:

"Tianyin, please prepare some tea."

But instead, he was interrupted by the hostess: "No need, no need."

"You little, uh, uh!"

Immortal Chuan was just about to start scolding, 'My lord, please don't be ignorant of good and evil! ’, Sui Mingyu immediately covered his mouth.

Ubuyashiki smiled at Beimingyu in thanks, and asked the ghost in the garden softly, "Does it mean you don't like human tea?"

Cup Skeletal Blade didn't answer, and he stared at the contorted face of the maternity house for a long while.

"It's a pity that you are so sick that you insisted on coming forward..." He closed his eyes in annoyance, "Okay, don't force yourself to stand here and think about things, if you have a few minutes of chatting with me, it's better to be on the tatami Lie down."

...Speaking of which, is it a promise to Purgatory that the death caused by a non-ghost is not a ghost?

Although the ghostly words and sentences in front of him revealed irritability, Ubuyashiki was keenly aware of the true intention hidden under the sentences.

Even he was slightly surprised by his true intentions:

"Are you caring about me?"

Cup Skeletal Blade didn't answer, instead he talked about other topics.

After all, the leadership of the Demon Slayer Squad is extremely important to all pillars, including Purgatory. They are even willing to give their lives for the delivery of Yashiki.

I also want to know that Ubuyashiki must be at the core of the agreement.

"Your curse is closely related to Onimai Tsuji?"

Ubuyashiki nodded.

The Ubuyashiki clan was originally of the same clan as Onimui Tsuji, but because of the appearance of Onimui Tsuji, a heretic, evil spirit in the clan, the whole family was infected with a curse, and no one was spared. one of.

Ordinary opening of the cup bone blade:

"Then as long as you kill Onimai Tsuji, the curse will break by itself."

Everyone looked over at once.

All eyes focused on a ghost at the same time.

What is he saying?

The ghost standing in the focus of everyone's sight seems to be talking casually.

Ubuyashiki clenched his five fingers hidden in his sleeves.

"Yes, yes."

At this moment, his life is at stake, even if his mood fluctuates, he can't use any strength, his five fingers seem to be clasped together in vain, but his voice is powerful, loud and clear.

"As long as you kill Guiwu Tsuji without misfortune, as long as you clear up the source of all tragedies, not only the curse, but also the curse that binds the people of the world will be solved!"

"is it?"

Gai Kui Ren glanced at the weak and disfigured, but took a look at Ubuyashiki, whose eyes were solid and bottomed.

"Then do that."

'Then do that. '

A simple sentence is the most fundamental reason why ghost hunters and ghosts sit together.

"Mr. Last One...do you have a bad relationship with the Ghost King?"

After helping Yihei to push back his dislocated arm with his natural strength, Ganlusi knelt and sat in the only lobby of the Purgatory House, asking in a low voice.

"It's obvious."

Cup Skeleton Kneeled alone on the other side of the long desk, facing ten familiar and unfamiliar faces, and a small 'owl' quietly peeking out of the door.He held the teacup familiarly and didn't drink it, just letting the heat steam away.

"You should have heard about it, 'The last one and the ghost king parted ways' and so on."

Undead Chuan's sitting posture was very rough, and his index finger that kept clicking on the table seemed very impatient.

"Hey, Ghost Dance Tsuji is dead, don't you have your braids too, why don't you rush?"

"I'm not so useless that I'm suppressed by a mere Oni Mai Tsuji."

Cup Skeleton Blade shifted his eyes indifferently.

"District, district—"

Immortal Chuan's eyebrows twitched.

"The ability to conceal the breath at the beginning, is it the blood ghost technique?"

Shi Tou seemed the smallest in this group of people, and indeed he was the smallest.

"Yes. Don't worry, I am the only one who can do all the ghosts."

After this sentence, Ganlu Temple breathed a sigh of relief visibly.

This time it's Purgatory's turn to ask: "Mr. ha,"

The cup bone blade looked over.

"Cup Skeleton Blade."

Purgatory froze.

"The name, you asked me earlier."

"……it is good!"

When Purgatory is sitting, the back is straight, and the feeling of sitting and standing is exactly the same, but without the vigorous momentum, it is more humane.

"I can call you a cup."

"can."

"Cup, I have a question."

"ask."

"If that's the case, why did you come all the way to the headquarters of the Ghost Killing Squad just to help us? I'm ashamed to say that even though I was saved by you on that mountain plain, I don't think I have any reason to drive you. Is there any other reason?"

When it comes to key issues, everyone quietly raised their ears.

The original small conversation immediately disappeared.

Here we come.

Reason for doing so.

Cup Skeletal Blade smacked his face with one hand, and used his fingertips to test the steam from the surface of the tea.

Said that Qing Xiang Youkang was a separate trumpet, sneaked into the team of ghost hunters to do unruly things, and was moved halfway through?

Taishe is dead, how can I say it.

Under everyone's obvious or covert gazes, the ghost withdrew his fingertips from the cup, but changed his mind to another topic: "That kid, he is your adopted son, why isn't he here?"

"Step-son, Youkang?"

Purgatory was obviously surprised, especially when Cup Skeleton Blade specifically asked him a question.

"He's still in the village. I didn't ask where he is. He should be heading back after getting the news about the crow...but why do you know about Youkang?"

Shi Tou, who was originally indifferent, became vigilant because of this sentence. Unlike the routine of ghosts just now, this time he really paid attention.

Only Ubuyashiki, who was roughly passed by Hu Die through a few words, felt it.

"You Kang?"

The corner of the ghost's mouth in front of him showed a hint of ridicule.

"That's still the name I gave him."

I am not lying.

"Pfft! Cough, cough, cough!"

Undead Chuan, who was drinking tea impatiently while swallowing jujubes, sprayed it out in one gulp, but fortunately he turned his head in time to avoid spraying on the opposite face.It is precisely because of the huge movement that the tea chokes the intake pipe, and the person next to him pats his back worriedly, but he can't stop coughing violently.

"You, you, cough, cough, cough, what are you up to?!"

"Eh?—Eh?!!"

Ganlusi completely forgot the cautious soft voice and violent movements just now, if Yi Hei hadn't held him up in time, he almost fell backwards and fell to the ground.

Purgatory's eyes widened, and his expression of shock and astonishment made him appear a little dazed.

The quietest person in the audience was the astonishingly uttered Cup Skeleton Blade. When he saw the pool of tea, he was speechless with disgust.

"How rude, Immortal Kawa Miniya."

"wrong!"

Shi Tou put his knife on it, and got the most unimaginable answer, couldn't help but straighten his upper body, put his arms on the table and stretched forward.

"Youkang is obviously a child of the Gongqian family."

Cup Skeletal Blade added the prefix without changing his expression: "Well, the child from the extinct branch of the Gongqian family disappeared for several years before being recognized."

Among the people present, Shi Tou knew Qing Xiang the most, and asked without hesitation: "But You Kang said that he was an orphan once."

"Orphans who are blind at birth are still babies, and if they are not taken care of, they will not live to the age you see."

Shi Tou spoke several times, but his thoughts were confused, and he couldn't find a clue for a while, so he sat back unwillingly.

At this time, Ubuyashiki asked the key point: "When the child was born, were you still human?"

"Unfortunately."

The cup bone blade pressed its knuckles against the cool cup wall again.

"No."

Purgatory then asked: "Does Youkang know about your existence?"

"Unfortunately, I don't know."

Probably because of the sensitive empathy ability of being a woman, Ganlu Temple grasped the inappropriateness in an instant.

"As a ghost, you take care of a human baby, but you don't want to be remembered by him. When the child grows up, you forget yourself..."

She twisted her fingertips, hesitated, and said in a small voice: "...Why are you willing to do it?"

"..."

The ghost in front of her seemed to be stopped by her.

It was rare for the unruly ghost not to look directly at people. He quietly tapped the smooth ceramic rim of the teacup with his knuckles.There was a soft sound, like a dragonfly falling into the water, and it would be ignored if you are not paying attention, together with his next sentence without emotion:

"One point, the mission of the elders."