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[The host has been bound, and the scan is complete.] Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info】

[Welcome to the 'Poetry of the Plague' Enhancement System.] 】

When the empty mole entered his spiritual world, the gorgeous Gothic study in his memory did not appear, nor did the girl in a dress with a black and white double ponytail as the soul image of the poem of the plague.

What appeared in front of his eyes was a pale blue light curtain, yes, the kind of light curtain that is common in science fiction movies, as if it was projected from somewhere.

However, despite being so vulgar, it is truly unique in this corpse soul realm and absolutely impossible to possibly occur.

"System?"

[How can I help you?]

A line of unaesthetic but mechanical-flavored fonts emerges on the light curtain.

"Are you the poet of the plague?" the empty mole couldn't believe what he was seeing, and his tone seemed a little strange.

['Poetry of the Plague' is the name of my series of products. 】

Shocked to see the words displayed on the light curtain, the empty mole heart has been filled with shock.

Facing the endless void, the empty mole asked, "What about the previous plague poems, and what about that room?"

Although he had only met him once, the Plague Poetry was his longest-serving companion since he came to this world, and now as a sword soul, she disappeared silently, which was unacceptable to the empty mole no matter what.

[There are no other individual Plague Poems.] 】

[No other systems were detected binding to the host.] 】

“...........”

The empty mole's face was quite palpable at this time, and although he didn't shout angry, his mood was definitely not good.

【%……&#￥%……&】

Suddenly, rows of garbled characters were brushed on the blue light curtain, and the entire screen was covered in just a few seconds, and then there were large snowflake blocks, just like an old TV with a bad signal, so it flashed violently a few times and then suddenly disappeared.

"What's going on?!"

The empty mole that was still in shock had completely turned into a daze at this time.

After the light curtain disappeared, there was no longer a light source in the endless darkness, and the empty mole could not even see with his own hands.

In this empty darkness, time and space have become meaningless, as if a long time has passed, and as if only a few seconds have passed, but the empty mole can't even feel its own existence.

At this moment, the boundless darkness shook violently, and the reason why it was said to tremble was because the empty mole saw the wisps of light that suddenly appeared in the endless darkness, and the light and darkness were set off, but it was like a huge black curtain.

"Curtain?"

When the Sky Mole realized this, the darkness around him had broken and scattered, like a feather, and behind the darkness was the Gothic study of his memory.

The surrounding environment exudes a classic and elegant gothic aesthetic, and if you don't pay attention to the boundless blood-colored grassland outside the window, it will probably be considered a girl's room.

The girl with a black and white ponytail is sitting on the most central chair with a wicked smile, the dresses on the left and right sides of the body are obviously set off the small and cute bodies of the other party, and the legs are each crossed with a pair of cross-colored over-the-knee socks.

"What's going on...?" The whole person was still in a state of ignorance, completely unable to understand what was happening.

"I changed my skin, but I didn't expect it to scare you. The girl let out a mean laugh, as if the prank had been successful.

"Give me back! What about my worries! Give those feelings back!!"

"Tsk, you said you wanted the system, but it took me a lot of effort to build that. The girl held her mouth in disdain.

I recalled that I seemed to have thought about the system or something at the moment when I entered the spiritual world, but I didn't expect that it was actually this incident that caused the other party's dissatisfaction.

After thinking about this, the empty mole also looked at each other with some amusement, obviously both the appearance and the aura gave people a rather dangerous feeling, but it turned out to have such a side.

Suddenly, the empty mole thought of another question, and looked at the poem of the epidemic with some shock, "Can you read my thoughts, isn't it memory??"

If you say that you meet the system in an instant, it is still possible for the other party to perceive it, but if it is just a simple sword soul of a slashing knife, it should not be said that you have seen that kind of light curtain with a sense of science and technology, and it is estimated that you have never even heard of it.

It was something that only existed in the memories of his previous life!

Looking at his appearance, the Plague Poetry stretched out a finger to support her crystal round chin, as if thinking about something

"It's not a read, is it? ”

The girl stood up from the huge chair and paced slowly in the study, "The source of the Slasher and the Grim Reaper are the same soul, but there are some differences, but there are some things that can be known. ”

Looking at the other party's appearance, the empty mole also understood that the other party did not know the identity of his traverser, although he didn't know the principle, but he could share some memories and experiences with the other party.

If you think about it, it's true, just like Uncle Slash Moon also knows what Ichigo is going through, but it doesn't seem to be fully understood, this is probably the special bond between the Slasher and the Grim Reaper.

"After all, it's boring to be alone here, you haven't been here except for the previous time, and you can only see what you're doing or thinking except sleeping. The reason why Plague Verse's eyes were covered by the mask was impossible to read her expression, but her exposed mouth looked a little puffed out.

Scratching his head, the empty mole was also a little apologetic.,Even though it's just a sword soul.,But if you think about staying alone in this kind of place for a long time, maybe it's really boring.。

He rarely uses the Poetry of the Plague, even if she doesn't have much chance of 'seeing' the outside world through the blade.

"Hmm... I'm sorry.... I think I'll be able to come back more often in the future. ”

Looking at the appearance of the empty mole, the poem of the epidemic also fell silent, and just when the empty mole was at a loss and didn't know whether to comfort the other party or what, she suddenly hugged her stomach and laughed without an image.

"You really believe it, hahahahaha. The girl's laughter echoed in the study, and there was no sign of the sad look just now.

The empty mole finally reacted, and it seemed that she had been deceived again.

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Thank you for the reward from heaven.

ps:Well,I went out for something today.,I'm sorry for the late update.,This chapter may feel a little watery.,But the main thing is to describe the role of the epidemic poem.,After all, as an important partner of the Grim Reaper, there is not much positive description, and I always feel that something is missing.。

ps2: It's still about the hair of the eight thousand streams, when I mentioned this matter at dinner with my friends today, my friend was shocked to find a picture to indicate that the hair of the eight thousand streams is pink............. I suddenly realized that I might be color blind or color weak...........

There is also a ps:I suddenly wondered what kind of hair color the various silver-haired girls I had seen as a silver-haired controller........