As a coser, I passed through before I finished my makeup

But no matter what Zhu Shi's words originally meant, when these words were heard by the third brother, the taste was completely different.

Involving his own memory, the blood vessels on his forehead burst out, and he unconsciously exerted force with his fingers, so that the ground of the bluestone slab was like plasticine, and he pressed a hole out.

Yushirou's tense nerves were hit right away, I saw him get up all of a sudden, and jump in front of Zhushi, the vertical pupils in his eye sockets turned red for a moment, and he completely entered the fighting state of ghosts.

I can see that the third brother is not in the right state. I just discussed his memory problem. He is sensitive now!I quickly put my hand on his shoulder, comforted him, and let him calm down a little, otherwise I wouldn't care and feel nothing, but the other side would be different.

"Mr. Yushiro, don't be so vigilant. Mr. Komaji is not targeting you. Memory is too important to him now, so he will have such a reaction. And, it's better to say-" I felt the third brother restless The strength calmed down, and then he let go of his hands and sat upright, "He can have such a reaction now, which is the basis for us to sit here and cooperate."

Because of the irreconcilable conflict between the third brother and Boss Xiao, there is a talk of cooperation.

Miss Zhushi also stopped Yushirou's actions, telling him not to be too rude.

Yushiro is the real Zhushi chef, and Miss Zhushi can do whatever she says.So what is the relationship between the two of them, cp or mother and son?

I didn't talk nonsense, and directly stretched out my hand in front of Miss Zhu Shi.

Like last time, I used my abilities to carve out a beautiful turquoise Bana flower.

I think that although this process is fancy and useless, it is still very necessary as a way to show yourself.

At least this doesn't require me to use empty language to explain, it can be shown directly in reality-facts speak louder than words.

Miss Zhu Shi looked at the flower in front of her, which the owner had been looking for for thousands of years, and suddenly felt very moved.The instinct of being a ghost makes her completely unable to refuse me, this beautiful delicate flower. Under the dim candlelight, her smoky purple eyes seem to be dyed with my color.

"This is the blue Bana flower..." She stretched out her hand and placed it gently on the flower.

However, when the ghost's power came into contact with the blue Bianhua, her skin seemed to be burned, and the effect of repelling evil spirits made her uncomfortable.

I don't have the power to restrain the cyan Bana, so the effect is stronger and more obvious.

"You can understand it this way—this is just a part of me, my ability, blood, flesh, and soul, all of which make up the blue Bianhua. If there is a need, Miss Zhushi, don't hesitate, please speak up " I turned sideways and looked at the third brother, "First of all, we must cut off the connection between Mr. Komaji and Onimai Tsuji, otherwise I will always be a little-uneasy."

"Mr. Qing, don't worry, I will do my best."

Miss Zhushi asked Yushiro to open the big box that he brought up, and the things that came out of it were messy, between ancient and modern times, and I couldn't understand all of them.

She couldn't try it directly on the third brother, so she started with blood, and first introduced to me a bunch of theoretical knowledge about ghost blood, which is between science and metaphysics.

I tried my best to recall the knowledge in my working cells, and combined with my pitiful grades in biology and chemistry, I tried my best to keep up with Miss Zhu Shi's rhythm.

"After adding my potion, this part of the separated ghost blood will not change color. This is the core part of the ghost's blood left in the ghost's body for perception and control. In theory, unless it is completely replaced at once All of this part of the blood in the whole body can guarantee that it will not regenerate, but—as far as my technology is concerned, it is impossible," Miss Zhushi collected some of my blood, and then asked me to use my ability to separate it Try, try to find the most efficient way, "If you can directly separate in the body, I can try to lead this part out of the body, and the sunlight will kill this part of the core."

I seem to understand, but after I put my heart and soul into it, time flies very fast.

This kind of thing can't be done once or twice, overnight. First of all, I have to find out the influence of my blood and ability on the ghost blood, so as to determine the place and strength of the attack, so as not to use too much force and directly hurt the blood. third brother.

After all, Yushiro has followed Ms. Zhushi for many years, and his professional knowledge is much more solid than mine, so he can naturally help everywhere.

But third brother, third brother is a martial idiot, he can really read and write, he can't understand what we are talking about, he was directly persuaded to quit, and became a ruthless blood-taking machine.

I will use an ability on him every once in a while.

The lord and Teriya have also been here a few times, after all, they deal with curses on a regular basis—is it like stuffing my mouth with food?

Flowers not only need sufficient sunlight and water, but also nutrients.

They also thoughtfully sent a black shade cloth, which was hung up by the third brother to block the sunlight that would come during the day.

Ghosts cannot bask in the sun, but after I have been in a dark environment for a long time, I have a very obvious sense of occlusion, and even a feeling of shortness of breath.

So later, in the early morning and in the evening, I would sit outside for a while.

Ghosts also need a certain amount of rest. Of course, they can spin continuously, but if they take a break, it is also conducive to the recovery of the body.Of course, it is mainly to accommodate me. My body is not as good as theirs, and there are too many things to take care of at the same time. I always have a feeling of lack of energy.

Through the door, my third brother and I sat back to back. Because the environment was too quiet, I felt that I could hear the complicated and irregular heartbeat.

Obviously when I sat down, the rhythm of my own heart was different, but when I listened to it, I felt that the two sounds overlapped together.

I felt sleepy, leaning against this door, the warm light of the setting sun shone softly on my body, and I actually closed my eyes just like that.

Can't sleep, can't sleep, I have to help my third brother use his abilities for a while, it's going to be dark soon, and I have to go to work...

Suddenly, when I opened my eyes, I found myself in a pure white room.

It is not accurate to say that it is a room. The whole world seems to have only this one color.In this case, it is difficult to judge how big the space is, and it is impossible to judge the space, so naturally it does not matter the direction.

I took a few steps forward at random, and I could probably tell that I was dreaming.

It's nothing hard to think about, it's just that I pinched myself hard, but I didn't feel the slightest sign of being able to wake up.

It's also normal. When watching "Stealing O Space", did you wake up when you saw Leonardo pinching yourself?

no.

They all trigger special plot points.

I picked a random direction and walked a few steps. The endless road continued to extend as if it had no end.

Walking like this is not an option. I stopped and tried to mobilize the strength in my body, but a certain part of my body seemed to be locked. When I touched my hair, it seemed that it was also short, not like It's the feeling after being born by the power of the blue Bianhua, but it's like my own original short hair.

I touched my face. Without a mirror, I couldn't see whether the tattoo on my face was gone or not.

Probably not, if it disappears, wouldn't it be time for me to leave?

I just sat down and didn't wake up from this dream if I had the ability.

At this moment, I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder.

anyone? !

I subconsciously wanted to turn back, but it seemed like I was frozen by something, unable to move.

Wait, this is my dream, right? Why can't I control my dream? I can't even control myself in the dream?

I carefully felt the hand on the shoulder, it was not generous, but a small feeling.

Even - this direction, the feeling of this finger.

It didn't feel like someone was putting my shoulders on my shoulders from behind, but rather like my own right hand was on my left shoulder!

Realizing this, my pupils shrank, and that inexplicable sense of absurdity swept over my body.

--"green"

--"Snow"

The sound came from far away, I was startled and opened my eyes.Everything in the dream is like a mirror in the mirror. When I first woke up, I still had a deep impression in my mind, but it quickly shattered.

"Are you okay, you didn't wake up no matter what I told you just now." The third brother half-kneeled in front of me with his back to the sun.The distance between me and him is very close, and the golden brilliance seems to be shining with the taste of the sun.

Wait, sunshine? !

I sat up suddenly and pushed the third brother back.

Maybe he didn't expect my reaction, maybe he didn't defend me at all, or maybe I became stronger?In short, he just let me push him so easily.

"Komaji, it's still daytime outside, you—"

Before I finished speaking, I heard Ms. Zhushi's calming voice, "Mr. Qing, don't worry, Mr. Komaji sees that he can't wake you up, so he will only step out of the door when he is excited. But..."

Her eyes lit up a little, as if her interest in the third brother had grown to a higher level, "Although I was surprised at the beginning, maybe it was because of your wholehearted care for a long time, the power of the blue Bana flower with a A milder method slowly entered into Mr. Komaji's body, so he is already able to resist the sunlight for a short period of time—but it may take some experiments to determine how long he can resist the sun."

I suddenly came back to my senses, saw that there was no scar on his body, and accepted this fact with amazement in my eyes.I lowered my head and looked at the palm of my hand. Is there still such a... method?

However, isn't the ability to ward off evil spirits possessed by this ability not effective?

At least from my point of view, his strength doesn't seem to be weakened, and there seems to be nothing wrong with his body.

I was relieved.

"What happened to you just now?" I was relieved, not him. At this moment, he looked very serious.

"It's just that I had a strange dream." I recalled it, and when I was about to say something, it seemed that I could only think of a moment of pure white, like an endless and empty world.

I frowned, feeling as if my head had been stabbed by something.

Then, what happened next?

I put my right hand on my left shoulder, and my left hand supported the joint of my right arm. I stood still and thought for a while, but I couldn't think of anything.

Instead, his eyes were empty, and there was a feeling of being caught in something.

This "stuck in" feeling was very bad and I struggled to get out.

Forget it, it's normal to not remember something like a dream, it's not a big deal.

The door of the shrine behind him has been disused, completely pushed to the ground, and can no longer be used at all.Fortunately, there is still some blackout cloth left, so I asked Mr. Komaji to help hang it up, and by the way, I strengthened my strength again.

Ms. Zhu Shi has already set up the tools and is ready to continue the work before the break. The first step has been completed very well. The help I can help gradually becomes very limited. Without much professional knowledge, I can't ask Zhu Shi The lady gave me a class on the spot, so most of the preliminary work in the experiment was carried out by her and Yushiro, and I was more like an intern, just following her orders.

However, today's research is doomed not to continue.

A pitch-black thing swooped in with a "whoosh" when the blackout cloth on the door was not covered—and then Mr. Komaji grabbed Destiny's neck and almost strangled it by accident.

"Wait, Komaji!" I hurriedly said, stopping his hand from continuing to exert force, "This is the messenger crow of the Demon Slayer Squad, let's see if he brought any news."

From the bottom of his throat, the crow suppressed that shivering voice, "Help, help!"

As soon as Komaji-san let go, it flapped its wings and landed on my shoulder.

There was an envelope hanging on its jiojio, and I opened it to see that something had happened.

The content of the letter is not much, but it is very important. I took a look at the inscription. The inscription on it is to be handed over to Mr. Ubuyashiki. How could it be sent to me?

And... Forging Knife Village - a very familiar name.