The strongest ghost is too afraid of death

Chapter 19

From a distance, you can hear the representative brisk humming gradually approaching.

"Master Cup, what are you doing?"

A head emerged from the side of the sliding door, with white oak hair and a painted red cap, with a brisk smile and smiling eyes.Holding a closed golden folding fan in his hand, it rests on his chin.

"It's strange."

Cup Skeletal Blade was careless and didn't lift his head.

"You actually took the initiative to find me."

"Hey - I have a very good relationship with Mr. Cup, don't we often sit together in meetings? Can you come in?"

The man with eyes like bright jewels politely said 'boom', 'boom' and 'boom' three times.

The materials originally stored here were put away long before Tong Mo stepped into the Infinite City. There were only a few items in the room, except for a flickering candle.

It was obviously summer, and the temperature in Infinite City was pleasant, but the men in the room were dressed neatly, especially the woven scarves around their necks, which were wrapped three times in front, back, and back.The face inside the scarf turned to the side and glanced at Tong Mo.

"Enter."

"great."

Tong Mo was still smiling, walked into the room, and sat three steps away from Bei Kui Ren, with his long sleeves draped over his knees.

"What has Mr. Cup been up to recently? It seems that he has spent a lot of energy."

The man had no intention of hiding his cliché at all.Cup Skull Blade skipped the nonsense and got straight to the point.

"Cyan Bana, have you found it?"

"It's really straightforward, but I have been working hard. I have searched all kinds of places, places where the sun cannot set, cold caves, and all the places where ghosts can go, but unfortunately, there seems to be no clues, um ...I am also very distressed, if only I could walk under the sun, it would be good, and I can help Master Cup."

Tong Mo seemed genuinely distressed.

"If what you say is more sincere, I will reluctantly believe it." Bei Bairen couldn't hold back his expression, showing a real loss.

Cyan Bana...

"Seeing you like this makes me feel sorry for you."

"Stop it."

Child milling a folding fan.

"That's right, Master Cup."

"Ok?"

The echo of the muffled cup-skeleton blade.

Tong Mo smiled.

"Do you know that lord who hanged all the ghosts except Nightmare before?"

"When?" Cup Skeleton Blade was really surprised, but not very surprised, "Outside the Infinite City?"

"Yes."

It's a good thing that Ghost Mai Tsuji could find a safe place outside Infinity City.

"It doesn't surprise me that he hangs anyone. One day I commit suicide and I will only dance on his grave. But there is one question that I am very curious about. Why did the nightmare remain?"

Although it is one of the last strings, it is not a combat power that can keep Onimai Tsuji.

"I said I was going to take a look in the dream of the ghost hunter involved in the Lei incident, and see who killed Lei. The adult didn't find any clues in Lei's memory, so he lost his temper very much. From this point of view Look, the ghosts of the bow are very pitiful, they lost their lives for nothing."

"Did he say what he saw in Tired Memory?"

The color of the blade of the cup skeleton does not change.

"Flame, blazing fire, and blackness after that."

Tong Mo pretended to be thinking, and after thinking for two seconds, he smiled again.

"Although I don't think it's a special scene, but the lord was furious because of it. Maybe there's some reason I don't know?"

"So, you came to hear me tell you the unknown past?"

"It's so sad. In Master Cup's heart, I am actually a person who has no benefits and can't afford to be early."

Tong Mo opened his innocent eyes, those colorful eyes looked extremely lethal, which made people unconsciously feel ashamed.

However, the heart of the cup is as hard as a stone.

"Yes."

Tong Mo pretended to lament.

"I just don't want Mr. Cup to be ignorant of what's going on outside. Isn't that too pitiful?"

"If you have any piece of information about the blue Bana flower, it will be more important than these."

Can't tell the priority.

Cup Skeletal Blade really doesn't care how many ghosts Oni Wu Tsuji kills when he goes crazy, hundreds or thousands are all on Oni Wu Tsuji's business, he just needs to ensure that these top fighters who are looking for flowers for him are safe and sound.

"The ghost of the last string changes every few years, you should get used to it by now."

"Even so, it is still rare for a ghost with only one person. Nightmare has obtained a lot of blood from that lord. If he completes the task entrusted by the lord this time, he may be promoted to the top string. The ghost of the top string has not changed for a hundred years... um , Luo Ji might be in danger?"

Even though he was personally promoted by him as the top sixth, Tong Mo still smiled unhurriedly, with interest in something in the future.

"Ah?"

The Cup Skeleton Blade returned quite perfunctorily.

"What task did Ghost Mai Tsuji give him?"

"Assault on a train named 'Infinity'~"

The Cup Skeletal Blade froze almost inaudibly.

...Purgatory.

Everyone tells you not to set the flag!

He covered his face with one hand in pain in his head.

The childish grind continues.

"Speaking of which, Nightmare's attack method is very unique. He uses dreams to lure human beings, and human beings who are attracted by beautiful fantasies willingly use them, offering their compatriots in exchange for tickets to beautiful illusions."

The man in the cassock of the religious crown smiled lightly and softly, and the end of the sentence was scattered in the air.

"Fun and effective, isn't it? Cup-Master."

Cup Skeletal Blade is still immersed in the news of one of the bottom strings (maybe it has the top string level). Although he keeps mocking Ghost Dance Tsuji as a mobile blood pack every day, the added experience is indeed not covered.

No matter how powerful it is, human beings have their limits after all, and they cannot cross the moat of species restriction.When a single column meets a winding ghost, the best result shown by historical experience is to exchange one column for another.

Especially the temper of Purgatory.Killing ghosts will not give up.

Cup Skeletal Blade's complexion really sank.

However, his reaction to Tong Mo was a silent acquiescence to something.

The golden fan-shaped lotus spreads the river, and the smile in the colorful eyes on it gradually deepens.

The morning train station is full of smoke and dust.

The people surrounded by three layers of scarves were huddled in the front corner of the carriage.There is a pair of huge sunglasses on the bridge of the nose, a Japanese narrow-brimmed hat, and a literati attire. His face is pale, and blood can barely be seen.

This card box happened to be empty for him alone, and he was the only one in the front and back. The conductor compared it many times before confirming that there was no one in the vicinity. It was this person who bought all the tickets in the vicinity and artificially created a vacuum.

Although an oddball, he's not the only maverick.

The train attendant turned pale when he thought of those people who got on the train with their knives clumsily hidden near the door.

Could it be a carjacking? Should I tell the train conductor...

The entangled conductor drifted away, and the strange man behind him had the same expression as him.

Open more vests at no cost, use convenient multiple identities to reduce the crisis of the main body, and do things that the main body is inconvenient to do.How can there be such a good thing in the world.

Even the Cup Skeleton Blade has a fatal flaw in his vampire technique. His body is divided, but his consciousness cannot.Focusing on Qing Xianghou from the headquarters of the Demon Slayer Squad, the new doll is doomed to be impossible to be perfect.Not only can't change the appearance, the breath cover will only confuse the person and ghost who are the focus of attention.

So why do I have to rush over thankfully.

Cup Skeleton's complexion was stinky.

The pair of vests didn't feel it before they left the Infinite City. After running out of the Infinite City, the sun shone again, and the drums of retreat immediately rang loudly.

The line of sight behind the sunglasses is blocked by the lens, and casts into the distance in the void.

At the same time, Purgatory turned around as if feeling something.

"Mr. Purgatory?"

The stove door lifts the lunch boxes distributed by the conductor.

"Do you want beef rice or teriyaki rice?"

That tiny sight disappeared, bringing Purgatory back to his senses.

"Ah, um, just cook the rice!"

"Okay... Inosuke!" Zaomen said angrily, "Don't snatch all the rice! This is for everyone to share and eat together!"

"This is a tribute from the monkey. It's for the King of the Mountain! It's not enough to eat!"

"Ah, Tanjiro! Inosuke is going to pour all the food into his mouth, stop him!!!"

"Inosuke—!"

The three people next to them were fighting and fighting, and Purgatory Ninja couldn't help looking at them for a while, then turned his head slightly, and his smile gradually faded away.