Xianichiro glanced at the position of the moon.

Before we knew it, it was another hour before dawn.

There is a ninja dog leading the way on the side of the Guying Club. If the three ninjas who are equivalent to Class A ghost killing team members take action separately, they should have almost caught all the fish and ghosts scattered all over the Fujixi Mountain. There is no need for him to continue dragging them on.

He gently waved the Sun Wheel Knife in his hand and said to Lei: "Actually, I didn't have any resistance to becoming a ghost. It's really enviable to gain such strong power out of thin air."

He was not telling a lie.

Shinichiro, who had once had an experience of not being a human being, understood from the beginning why some people chose to become ghosts on their own initiative.

The details may be different, but the mental journey of most people choosing to become ghosts will not be fundamentally different from the fact that they take the same as the dessert. It is nothing more than that except for the identity of human beings, there is nothing to lose.

Imagine that I was a prisoner tied to a wooden stake, sunbathed for three days but had not dripped in water. At this time, a man suddenly handed me a bowl of dirty water full of stench and came to the prisoner's mouth.

Do you drink or not?

In that desperate situation, most people probably won’t refuse. Even if they will suffer from other serious diseases after drinking this bowl of water, it is not as important as solving the fatal thirst that is in front of them.

And Muzan Kimuzan is the one who provides this bowl of dirty water to the desperate person, and will also package the dirty water into nectar, as if it was a great reward...

Having said that.

When I heard this, the hope and expectation in my eyes became stronger and stronger.

"So, are you going to agree to my suggestion?"

My tired voice became a little trembling.

From the moment he saw Shinichiro, he knew that this was very different from the average age of human teenager who was an ordinary person, and was very different from the ordinary ghost hunters' attitude towards ghosts.

The other party's eyes looked at the ghosts without the fury and hatred that made him feel bored and bored. Instead, like himself and even the adult, he was obviously looking for the value of these ghosts (Buddhist beads, combat memories, subordinates) and wanted to get something from them.

But I don't think there is anything wrong with this nature.

After Shinichiro appeared, the wisdom, strength, potential and arrogance he showed made him feel that the other party was very consistent with him.

If such a person becomes his family, he would rather give up the bond maintained by fear, even if he lets Shinichiro become a stronger ghost than him, it doesn't matter. What's more, he has a protector he has been thinking about.

I was really tired and tired when playing house games with those weak ghosts.

However, Xianichiro did not give him the answer he wanted.

"No, in my opinion, you ghosts have too many weaknesses."

Xianichiro knew several immortal powers.

Long Yin, the immortal, the faded person...

Each of them has defects of one kind or another, but they are all more superior than ghosts.

"If you can't shine on the sun, you must eat humans. These are still tolerant, after all, strength always comes with a price."

"But once you become a ghost, you will gradually lose your memory, and even your goal when you are a human will be distorted, becoming a slave who specializes in serving Muzan Kimosama."

"Since you have gained strength, everything will go against the goal I want to achieve with this strength-"

"Then, if you don't have this kind of power full of flaws."

I was so tired that I was stunned for a moment, then my smile became even more intense, "There are no high-sounding concepts of right and wrong, nor those deep revenge, I rejected my request from the perspective of gains and losses. It was not like the words that a little kid of your age could say..."

He paused.

"I'm thinking more and more about you."

He stretched out his hands, and each finger emitted at least seven or eight slender spider silk, and quickly sewed the miscellaneous fish ghosts who were about to return to their original state because they had been put on for too long, and sewed them together faster, and by the way.

Then, more than a dozen miscellaneous fish ghosts were dragged to the center of the valley like a puppet, surrounding Xianichiro, as if they were about to attack them in groups.

"..."

These ghosts could not speak, but their eyes were filled with indescribable horror.

This fifth of the lower string is really not a thing.

The second of the lower string that devours the same kind is still skewed on the Vajra Iron Summoning Thunder like barbecue!

This way, they can subdue a little devil within five minutes, which is not something they can deal with - they are the bottom class who can't even know how to use blood ghosts!

This ruthless Xiaxian Wu simply wanted to treat them as cannon fodder!

Even with the self-esteem of a ghost, I really cannot accept being treated like this.

Xianichiro looked at the slightest thread hanging above the heads of these miscellaneous fish ghosts, and could vaguely guess the reward after killing the tired one.

【Puppet technique?】

【But just relying on quantity, I can't take away my name.】

I naturally understand this.

"I know you are very strong, but these useless guys just need to buy me a moment of time, which is also the only value of their existence."

[What does he want to do to buy time?]

Xianichiro made a defensive posture, but his eyes were fixed on his tiredness.

Tired took out a glass bottle the size of an adult man's index finger from his clothes, which contained half a bottle of red crystal liquid, as dreamy as a flowing gem in the moonlight.

"This is the blood given to me by that adult. I have never drunk it myself, because I don't want to be too useful. This task and that task are running around..."

"But today, in order to get you, Ashina Yanichiro..."

I gently lifted my nails with my fingernails and popped the plug at the bottle, but my eyes looked at Shinichiro greedily for a moment, "I must ensure that I can defeat you before Senior Naruto arrives, so please forgive me. If you want to fight fairly or use me to hone your combat skills, I may not have that much time."

"But don't worry, I will leave you a little bit of this precious blood. Even if you suffer a fatal injury, it can save you."

After saying that, he raised his head and wanted to pour the blood into his mouth.

Xianyiro narrowed his eyes slightly, and immediately stepped forward, making a look as if he wanted to stop his fatigue!

He could clearly fire Shuriken and try to break the small bottle directly, but he didn't do that.

At first, he doesn't feel tired and will be unprepared.

Secondly, he also wants the blood of the Ghost King that has not been transformed by the system!

After all, that is also an important experimental material! If you hand it over to that guy Daoce, you may get some unexpected gains.

If you fire Shuriken and accidentally break it, you will not be able to achieve your goal.

As for how strong his fatigue will be strengthened, Xian Ichiro doesn’t care at all. He still has a bunch of props to protect him!

Don't think you are the only one who will strengthen temporarily, little dear!

On the other side, seeing Xianichiro wanting to approach him as expected, the hand that was exhausted quickly flew up like a pianist performing his unique skills, and the miscellaneous fish and ghosts controlled by spider silk rushed forward!

"The wind breath, the third type, the clear mist wind tree!"

Xianichiro twisted his body, and the blade began to spiral downward from the top of his head, and made three consecutive rounds. The little ghosts that had just been sewn were cut into several pieces, and two of them were directly cut off their heads and suddenly disappeared.

Since killing an ordinary ghost will not attract Wusan's attention, he will be scruples.

But soon, Xianichiro discovered something was wrong.

Because even if these ghosts are divided, their scattered torso will be controlled by spider silk alone to attack him!

Therefore, a strange scene appeared. A ghost's hands clearly attacked his chest, but his cut-out lower limbs launched a roundabout kick behind Xianichiro.

In other words, under the fine manipulation of tired spider silk, these ghosts do not fight on individual units. Each of their hands and legs becomes an independent offensive weapon!

【This guy is so cold-blooded.】

Xian Yiro's face was calm, and he faced attacks from all directions at the same time, barely blocking all attacks. Although he seemed calm, in fact, he could not even find the opportunity to use the sword type in a continuous harassment.

[The heads of these puppets must be cut off directly first, otherwise the guy will only use it to attack my legs, feet and palms.]

However, he had just had this idea. A blood-colored spider silk swept down from the air, cutting off all the ghost's heads, and then thrown behind the tired ones like garbage!

However, the remaining bodies of the ghosts remained in place, and continued to fight against Xian Ichiro under the control of spider silk.

Although it looks strange without a head...

But tiring doesn't need their heads at all, as it will leave Xian Ichiro the chance to break through. In tiring, under his control, these ghosts can play a completely role.

Seeing that only these ghost bodies were left in front of him, Xian Ichiro fell into a very difficult situation—

Once these torso are cut open, they will become more parts that are damaged by being exhausted, and the attacks faced by Shinichiro will become more intense, and there will always be fish that escape the net to cause damage to him.

So once you decide to resist, you must cut these torso into pieces that are too small to be connected, but in this way, the purpose of fatigue is achieved - he has won more time to strengthen himself.

At this moment, Xian Ichiro finally understood why Muzan Kitsu admired this evil ghost who looked like a child.

This guy’s combat intelligence is more than one level higher than the ghosts he encountered before!

This subtle manipulation ability is even more amazing.

【But this is good, I just happened to be familiar with the various sword shapes of Feng Zhi's breathing.】

After having this idea, Xianichiro began to use the sword shape taught by Kuroko No, and the scene was like a bird dancing flexibly among a string of wind chimes.

As his dance movements became more and more standard, more and more tiny fragments forming the wind chime, and the coverage of the blue sword energy became wider.

When Shinichiro cut these ghosts into pieces of meat that could not threaten him, Lei had completely absorbed the blood he had just taken.
To be continued...