The strongest ghost is too afraid of death

The first four battlefields, one seriously injured, one slandered and one deaf.

In general, "It's good to be alive."

Ubuyashiki was slightly relieved.

The Butterfly House is located in the wooden courtyard not far from the headquarters, where Hu Die and most of the nursing staff are in it, only a few of them come to the Purgatory House.Now that the situation is critical and unclear, it is impossible to move the wounded rashly. The main hall where the obstetric house is located, which is protected by layers, becomes the best place to receive the wounded.

After a short rest, Tomioka set off for the Second World War. Qing Xiang was deaf and did not need to follow the support. He stayed in the main hall and was balled up with a quilt in Purgatory. He was wrapped in a thick quilt. It looked like a small one. Covering ears with both hands by Purgatory to avoid secondary damage from eardrum vibration: Butterfly House staff have seen it, only a small half of it is broken, go back and apply ointment to take good care of it and it will grow back.

Zaomen carefully bandaged the wounds of the two of them.The bloody piece of blood on Qingxiang's left arm is still a minor injury, but the difficult thing is the disintegrated internal organs in Purgatory, which are currently only treated with antibiotics and hemostatic agents.

There are people coming and going in the small hall. It may be ambiguous to say that people come and go. To be precise, there are a few familiar faces rushing back and forth.

"Everyone is so busy, but I can't help you much."

Although he knew the reason behind it, when the people around him were in a hurry, he couldn't help but want to do something when he was driven back to the purgatory for recuperation.

"Hey... you still move around after suffering such a serious injury, do you want to be worshiped here next year?" Kanzaki, who was temporarily serving as the chief medical officer, had a headache.She wanted to help her forehead, but she was holding a heavy wooden basin with both arms, and was about to go out to change the water.

"My physique is very good, more than enough!"

It is probably a habit that has come from a long time ago. Purgatory has confidence in his physique that even medical staff can hardly understand.Maybe they can empathize with Senjurou, who has always felt helpless about his brother.

"let me help you!"

Purgatory was about to stand up to prove that he was still in good shape, but Qing Xiang grabbed the hem of his clothes with one hand and sat back down as soon as he stood up.

Yinzhu... well done!

Aomu saw Kanzaki giving her a thumbs up.

Seeing the figure struggling to hold the basin quicken his pace and leave, Purgatory reluctantly lowered his head and looked back at Qing Xiang, but the latter couldn't hear what he said.

"It's difficult..." He was the type who couldn't sit still when people around him were overwhelmed, and now he couldn't sit still.

"Xing Shoulang."

Ubuyashiki, who lives at the head of the main hall, gently calls for purgatory.

"My original intention was to hope that you would take a good rest, but I also understand that Xing Shoulang must be on pins and needles at this time. If that's the case, can you agree with me that you will only help as much as you can on the premise of not being brave?"

"Okay! Make an appointment with your lord."

Purgatory was refreshed, and looked at Qing Xiang helplessly.

"But Youkang won't let me go."

Ubuyashiki waved to Ao, although he couldn't see it, it was the right direction.

"Please let Youkang come to my side, I just want to talk to him."

"..."

When the master has his life, Qing Xiang still saves face.

He got rid of the heavy quilt, sat cross-legged beside the maternity house, and watched as the man who walked swiftly and without any serious injuries went to the next room: the ordinary swordsman who was in charge of clearing out the ghosts near the purgatory house was recuperating there.

'Are you watching Xing Julang? '

As a result, the owner of Ubuyashiki can actually sign language, proficient and free, and the movements of the slender knuckles are smooth and smooth, which is pleasing to the eye.

But Qing Xiang doesn't know sign language.

"My lord, you can just say, I can read lips... Slow down."

The combination of the two is extremely delicate, a deaf who can understand lip language, and a blind who can use sign language.

In the busy environment around, the atmosphere is extremely slow and quiet.

Ubuyashiki really slowed down his speaking speed.

"I've wanted to talk to Youkang for a long time, but unfortunately I never had a suitable opportunity."

"Opportunity?" Qing Xiang was slightly surprised: "You are my lord, just call me."

As Yin Zhu, even if the call time is three o'clock in the middle of the night, he has to get up and go up the mountain overnight to obey orders.

But Ubayashiki just smiled and shook his head.

He softly talked about his premonition that he had never told anyone: "Yuyasu, when I met you and Tanjiro that day, I vaguely noticed that you will be the ripples that will cause ripples, bringing about unprecedented changes in a century. "

Kamado Tanjiro?

The successor of the day call, which has been cut off for hundreds of years, is considered to be a change of situation both emotionally and rationally.

"You are so proud. It is the result of the joint efforts of the Demon Killing Team to find the breaking point with Onimai Tsuji. I just-"

But Aoko's full-bodied politeness was interrupted by Ubayashiki's index finger in front of his lips.

He gently called Qing Xiang: "Youkang."

"…Um."

"Cyan Bana flowers, have you harvested them?"

The cloth bag attached to the lining of the kimono is a bullet coated with wisteria poison. In the interlayer between the bullet and the cloth bag, there is also an amaryllis flower with a stamen in full bloom.

Qing Xiang suddenly disappeared.

He couldn't hear Ubuyashiki's tone, and couldn't tell whether the intention was good or evil, but the smile on the latter's face was soft and gentle, as if he was staring at a young junior, knowing and forgiving.

"It's not only Ghost Dance Tsuji, but also what Youkang earnestly pursues. It must be preserved properly, and it must not be borrowed from others. It must be used in the right way, and it must be remembered... all kinds of careers, integrity is the right thing." At the end of the speech, he His persuasion came with a sigh.

Qing Xiang forgot to blink, he quietly stared at Miyashiki's soft smile, no need to worry about the latter seeing something wrong from his face, so he stared carefully and seriously.

"Lord."

Ubuyashiki answered him with a gentle soft voice.

"Onimai Tsuji lives a hundred years, but Ubuyashiki, who is only connected with him by blood, has to bear the wild fruit on his behalf. The descendants of the past generations will not live to be thirty."

Qing Xiang forgot to maintain his tone, so the tone of his voice was even and flat, without any ups and downs.

"If you don't kill Kimai Tsuji now, even if it's just to hurt his vitality and hide in hiding for ten or a few years, your short lifespan will definitely come to an end. Not only you, your father, your child , all bearing this unreasonable karma, why can you still laugh so calmly? Don't you hate it?"

Ubuyashiki's smile didn't change, his eyes were dull but not empty and he asked back: "Who do you hate?"

"ghost,"

Qing Xiang got stuck.

Ghost Mai Tsuji...?

Ubuyashiki should be hated by someone. The resentment and sorrow passed down through generations gather on a specific person, who struggles to survive with a clear attachment.

...No, is that really what I just thought?

Qing Xiang couldn't help staring at his outstretched palm: the knuckles were well-proportioned, the palm lines were broken, and the skin was fair with an unnatural whiteness—the inorganic texture resembled death.

No, that's not what I was thinking just now, what I was thinking was, what I was thinking was.

... The upright person who walks upright has to bear the karma for the "stranger" who has only a trace of contact. For this reason, there are no young or old, and the tribe is in disarray. The ghost dance Tsuji who should really pay the price for this has a long life century.

Isn't fate, ironic?

……destiny?

The surrounding air gradually became quiet.

Even though there were candles and lamps shining on, the surroundings gradually fell into darkness as if night fell again.

The breath sinks with the air.

Except for Qing Xiang and the man behind him, everyone unconsciously looked towards the main hall's gate.

Black hair, red eyes, good looks, well-proportioned and tall, wearing a well-fitting new-age suit, walking freely as if walking in a garden, stepping over the gate, step by step, towards the dim main hall.

The ghost killing team has enmity for a hundred years, the unwillingness and hatred of the upper and lower sides, the source of the karma of the people who died at the mouth of ghosts and lingered in the world.

But Onimai Tsuji relaxed as if he was not guilty of any crime.

"Ubuyashiki."

He spoke a dozen steps before the maternity house.

Mocking and sneering, although the smile is not as deep as the eyes.

"What an ugly gesture."

The only swordsman closest to Ubuyashiki was Ao Xiang, but the boy seemed to be in a daze, his eyes were unfocused, and he stared at the empty palm lazily.

"... Onimai Tsuji, you are finally here."

Ubuyashiki's tone was very calm, no one was supporting him, so he was blind and tried alone, shaking slightly and trying his best to stand up decently.

New style new clothes and old style kimono, two men with two-way head-to-head confrontation on the left and right side of the main hall.

Onimai Tsuji stared openly at the culprit who had blocked him for several years and kept him awake at night, so he felt ridiculous for all the panic and anger in the past.

——This man is on the verge of falling, wearing a large kimono that still does not conceal his thin body, bruises and veins go deep into the roots of his hair, his eyes are dull and unable to reflect the light around him, and his exposed wrists have obvious blue veins, which are fragile and will break when they are folded.

"You look like you're going to die soon."

Onimai Tsuji couldn't help showing a smile, a happy smile that he hasn't had in years.

"It's just a pity to hear what you said, even if it's only my dying life, I will die safely and forever after witnessing your death."

The corners of Ubuyashiki's mouth were also curling up in a happy arc.

"is it?"

Oni Wu Tsuji raised his right hand, which may not be called a hand. The living flesh and blood are connected by the bones of the hand, and are actively changing shapes. In just a few sentences, a hideous and twisted claw-shaped monster is constructed: several meters high, reaching the main hall Grinning his sharp fangs, he aimed at the thin Ubuyashiki with ready to kill.

"Then let's see if you, who are unarmed, get what you want, or do I do what I want?"

The battle started without warning.

Carrying a huge burden of flesh and blood, the monster's movements were not slow, and it went straight to the man in the kimono without leaving any afterimages.

The sharp fangs almost pierced into the flesh and blood of Yuyashiki, only at the last second.

'bass'

The timid boy who didn't attract Onimai Tsuji's attention stopped in front of the monster, and the hard blade got stuck in the huge fangs.

Black and yellow are twisted and blended together like swaying flames. The juvenile's Sun Wheel Saber has never been as dazzling as it is today, like a raging flame burning in the dark night, trying to illuminate half of the silent sky.

...I don't know who killed me.

Under the huge blow force, his arms trembled, and the blade couldn't help but flicker with faint flames.

I don't know who killed me, I don't have a suspect list, I don't know anything about my death.

So, so.

The pupils of the black-haired boy also began to tremble.

I am afraid of a moody fate, I am afraid of the unknown, I am afraid that the elusive 'it' will easily take away everything I cherish again.

It never occurred to me to track down whoever took the life of 'Cupboned Blade'.

Because I was really jealous, really afraid, and I hid in the infinite city tremblingly, like a mouse that is in constant fear.

... is fate.