[Ghost Slayer: Blade] Is it my fault for group wear?

Chapter 62 The Last Blood Ghost Art

323.

Tong Mo felt something was wrong.

I can't tell what's wrong, it feels like a feather fluttering through the air, and it's just blown by the wind as it becomes more and more hidden.He was thinking casually, while waving his fan to send out icicles, while lightly following the feathers, he jumped backwards and fell over.

That feather is gone.

It may be a little regrettable.

Tong Mo thought.Butterfly Kanae——that beautiful girl with a soft body and an incredible fragrance (although it may be the fragrance of wisteria, but it doesn't matter).He didn't have time to enjoy it the first time he killed her. At that time, he was going to take her home and eat it bite by bite. Unfortunately, there was no cover around the alley at that time, and the sun was about to come out again. The child's younger sister rushed over with the team members from afar. After thinking for a while, he felt that the gain was not worth the loss, so he just ran away.

He thought about it, and continued to think about it with a bit of pity.The body of a woman who is Zhu should belong to the top-level delicacy. He likes to bite from the arms the most. The limbs of Zhu who have been fully exercised generally have full and graceful arcs, and it is not difficult to build small muscles. Bite, on the contrary, it is very chewy, and the nutrition is also excellent.It stands to reason that after turning into a ghost, there may not be so much nutrition, but the bloody smell in this child's body is very weak.He missed it once, but he really didn't want to miss it a second time.

The stepson of the Butterfly family and her younger sister are still attacking persistently, their expressions are still incredibly calm, but the force in their hands is getting stronger and stronger, and the angles are getting more and more tricky.Only when he stretched out his hand and broke the neck of Butterfly Chana Hui, and the girl fell down like a butterfly and was melted into his body, there was a moment of delusional dazed and helpless.

Maybe you are used to it?After all, when her elder sister was in front of him for the first time, her younger sister's expression was clearly desperate, as if the whole world had collapsed. On the contrary, her expression was so indifferent now that she didn't care. After all, her elder sister had already died once. Well.It’s good to get used to this kind of thing. He didn’t feel too sad when his parents died. Besides, so many believers came to him to talk to him about the many misfortunes and hardships in the world. Death should not be salvation for human beings. ?Moreover, they were eaten by themselves and integrated into their own bodies. For them, shouldn't it be a different kind of eternal life?

Thinking of this, Tong Mo waved his fan without much effort, and fell backwards onto the already rare wooden boards that were not stained with blood.In fact, he doesn't like blood very much. Every time he eats people, he licks up the blood one by one before eating it. It's a pity that Zhu are some creatures who don't know how to clean up. Why bother?

He sighed incomprehension, and waved the blood from the fresh wound on his arm along the wind and snow.His blood is so poisonous that it can freeze to form ice crystals that, if inhaled, can kill the alveoli of an enemy.

"It's time to give up, right? The wound on the chest is bleeding? It hurts to breathe, right?"

"Blood ghost art --- Manlianhua."

Just waving the fan lightly and deftly, words like caring came out of his mouth.Thorn-like ice thorns flew out from the ground and entangled the enemy. The girl on the opposite side quickly dodged back as if she had never heard of it before, and then swung it over with the combination of breathing and knife.

"Ah, you avoided it, are you still angry?" He smiled and narrowed his eyes in a disappointment, "Obviously a lot of blood has been bled, although it won't die immediately, but it still hurts, right? Your strength is too weak, and so is your stepson. If you just puncture or scratch, I will heal quickly. You can't cut my neck, why don't you let me send you on your way?"

The oni with an innocent smiling face said so while tearing the butterfly hair ornament in his hand into two pieces and finer pieces.

"Really, even if you procrastinate with me, you won't be able to wait for dawn? After all, this is an indoor place, and people and ghosts will not end well if you spend too much time. I will be very careful. Please let me chop your necks off." Break it?"

324.

The petite Zhu on the opposite side stopped abruptly after hearing his words, showing a distorted smile.

How should I describe it——it was like a smile that was obviously about to cry out in sorrow, but was forced out by myself.

"No," she smiled resentfully, shedding tears involuntarily, "you have already lost."

strangeness………?Tong Mo only took her to be angry, because he didn't know how many Zhu had told him that, but they still died without a sound.But this time the situation seems to be a little different. The distant scenery suddenly began to blur, and the world began to weather and shatter from the edge.He felt his body suddenly start to be torn from the inside, every nerve was torn apart fiercely, and he was burned in the molten iron of thousands of degrees. Nose, his legs were so weak that he almost knelt down.

"...cough, cough...huh?"

In the center of his vision, something with the brightest color suddenly appeared.The beautiful purple-black butterfly flew gracefully from a distance and landed on the tip of his nose.The surrounding scenery and sounds were instantly distorted and shattered, and then everything fell into darkness. He seemed to have melted too much, and he could no longer feel the existence of his body.

But the butterfly is still there, the beautiful girl like a butterfly is still there.

Tong Mo looked at her almost blankly.

"That's it...that's it," he muttered to himself, "I said, you are also a ghost, why did you get eaten by me without any resistance before you could use the blood ghost technique..."

"This kind of expression is good." The beautiful Butterfly Ghost smiled, "Although you don't feel unwilling to fail, and you don't feel the fear of death——but it doesn't matter, you are about to die, and this is enough to satisfy me. "

Can't feel the anger of being ridiculed, can't feel the loss of being about to die——

but.but.

The heart that had been dead for a long time seemed to start beating again.

——Ah, so does the emotion of "heartbeat" really exist?

"Nah, nah—butterfly——"

With a joyful and sweet tone, he happily confided his final invitation.

"You are also a ghost. Although you don't smell much blood on your body, you must have eaten human food, right? Come on, come on, it happens that we are all dead, so what are you waiting for here? Let's go to hell together?"

Butterfly Ghost laughed out loud as if hearing something funny.

"I didn't stay here for you." She said softly, "Go to the eighteenth floor of hell, scum."

325.

Butterfly let go of Purgatory's hand.

It's hard to describe what she thought at that time, maybe at that moment she considered the pros and cons but still insisted on letting go, maybe she didn't think about anything.

She looked into Xing Shoulang's eyes and felt very, very familiar.It was like seeing a precious thing broken and being distraught, like seeing a loved one die in front of him—like the self who saw his sister die in his arms that day.

Time seems to be frozen, making people breathless.The man who looks like he is dying in pain stretches out his hand towards Purgatory.

Butterfly endured the feeling as if someone had pierced his heart with a sharp object, and cold sweat dripped out of his hands unconsciously.She let go of her hand as if she had been scalded, and then immediately realized that the plan had been broken, and when she wanted to stretch out her hand again to hold Purgatory——

The older sister who fell with her took her hand and shook her head.

Water-like ripples flashed in her purple eyes, and she gave a soft and kindly hiss.

"Let him go." She said softly, "Let him go, Shinobu."

So, she didn't reach out to that side again.

The three of them fell to the ground, Kanai looked at them in a panic, and stuttered and asked: "But, but... If Mr. Purgatory is not here..." Who will delay the time until all the poison they brought takes effect? , or even cut off Tong Mo's head?

"Let me do it." Kanae touched her head with a smile, and comforted her, "He's already done enough... besides, my blood ghost technique is also very useful, isn't it? Believe me .”

"But...but..." The little girl's voice trembled, and cold sweat began to break out on her face, "In that case...you would..."

"Huh? Well, I know."

Die Die endured watching them quietly, and felt the feeling of her heart being pierced by a sharp object again. Maybe she should speak out to stop this plan, prevent the family she finally regained from dying, and change another way to find other people to meet again. Go find Tong Mo.In any case, it would not be better than letting my sister die, but, but——

But looking at her face, she found that she couldn't say anything.

"I was originally a ghost, Chanel." Butterfly Ghost was still persuading me softly, "And ghosts are supposed to be dead. Do you know that?"

"………I know."

The child who was not good at words since childhood said with a pale face and trembling.

"I just... want to... apologize."

"Ok?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry...At that time, at that time...to attend your funeral..." She struggled to find the words, "I couldn't...cry. Everyone... was very gentle, no one... Blame me, so... I made an excuse... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

The eldest daughter of the Butterfly family stepped forward and hugged her before she could finish speaking.

"It's okay. It's okay. There's no need to apologize." She patted the child's back over and over again, "Kana is a good boy I'm proud of, and a good boy I love. Don't belittle yourself."

She comforted her softly: "Furthermore, if a beautiful girl like Chanahu were to cry for me, that would be the thing that would make me feel sad."

"Is...is that so...?"

"Yeah, so believe me...we can definitely succeed, and we can definitely kill Tong Mo."