Seven nights have seen the so-called demon exterminators, some of whom use daggers, some of whom use poison powder, and some of whom perform a demon exterminating ritual to completely destroy monsters or spirits.

However, the man in front of her was very different from the ones she had ever seen.

He held a slender sword, the blade of which looked like the blades of an iris, and the whole sword was like the backbone of a fish, faintly glowing with white light. His movements were swift, and it only took a blink of an eye to get up and down.

When Qiye's lips opened slightly in surprise, he did something even more unbelievable.

He took out what looked like a bottle and whispered a few words in his mouth. Then the scene in front of me was a little strange, the drowning girl who fell in the pool gradually became transparent, as if she had been sucked into the mouth of the bottle by a gust of wind, and disappeared in an instant.

Qiye couldn't help but think of the legendary purple gold red gourd, which would be inhaled at the sound of it, and then whatever the object would turn into a puddle of soft water in the gourd.

But what is the purpose of this ritual? It's not like elimination, it's like collecting spirits.

She set her eyes on the man. I saw that he closed his eyes, and stroked the black robe calmly, his face was still so unwavering, as if he had not killed a monster with a sword just now, but gently stroked a flower.

"Please stay!" Seeing him turn around and want to leave, Qiye hurriedly stopped him.

The man turned her head, her black eyes as calm as obsidian, and her face was expressionless, but she shuddered.

It's like a calm lake with an undercurrent under it, and the man's indifferent appearance hides the killing. But for some reason, even though I saw him use his knife to solve the youkai just now, Nanaya somehow felt that he could get close.

It's really strange, obviously she doesn't know him, why does she feel like this?

The man stared at her intently for a few seconds, and his flat expression finally moved, and his cold facial features suddenly softened: "It's you." ”

Hearing the man's words, Qiye was obviously stunned: "Do we know each other?" ”

After speaking, he looked at the man in front of him again. He was dressed in a black robe, his medium-length black hair was shaking, his facial features were delicate, he looked young, but his face had nasolabial folds that did not match his age.

Seven Nights' sixth sense told her that this man was by no means simple.

A hint of surprise also flashed in the man's dark eyes, but he quickly regained his composure: "It doesn't matter if you know it or not. ”

Nanaya wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Yukimura beside him.

"Thank you for your help." Yukimura, who was standing on the sidelines, looked at the atmosphere that was getting more and more wrong, and thanked him at the right time.

"It's just a matter of hand." The man closed his eyes.

"May I ask if you are a demon slayer or an onmyoji?" Yukimura spoke cautiously, although he didn't think it was too similar in his heart, but he couldn't find any other answer.

If he has a relationship with the youkai spirit, then he must not let go of this hard-won opportunity.

"Neither," the man shook his head, then spoke lightly, "There are a lot of monsters on this mountain, you need to be careful. ”

Then he put away his sword, and it sank into its scabbard, and there was even more composure in its chicness. As he passed by the Seven Nights, he slowly stopped.

"Here's for you." He turned, placed something in Nanaya's hand, slowly approached her, and spoke in her ear in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

Taking advantage of the seven nights of being stunned, the man walked out quickly and quickly disappeared into the mist.

"Asahi-san, what's wrong with you?" It wasn't until Yukimura's caring voice came to his ears that Nanaya came back to his senses.

She nodded at Yukimura, signaling that she was fine. Spreading out her palms, she stared at the cold necklace lying quietly in her palms, and just as she was in a trance, she felt a warm thing covering her back.

"It's cold, let's go back and change clothes quickly." Yukimura's gentle voice sounded in his ears, and Nanaya turned his head to stare at his face, only to see a look full of care, as calm as if it had just happened such a small thing as falling into the water.

He gently draped her in a towel that he found out of nowhere.

"Thank you, Yukimura-kun," Nanaya looked at him gratefully, the corners of his mouth showing a slight arc, "What about you?" I can't catch a cold anymore. ”

This heart-warming gesture wiped away all the panic and sorrow left in my heart just now.

"I'm in good health at the moment, so I won't get sick for a while," Yukimura chuckled.

"It's better to go back soon."

It's just that before the two of them had time to evacuate, they saw a large wave of members of the main selection team rushing towards them.

It's a real headache. Nanaya and Yukimura glanced at each other and read the same message from each other's eyes.

The headache lasted all night, and it finally stopped, but when the next day faced the gossip of everyone, it began to attack again.

"Since I want to know what's going on, I can sue you." After the warm-up exercise, Yukimura smiled at the candidates.

When did the minister become so cheerful? There was a bad premonition.

Everyone looked at each other suspiciously, and although no one intended to be the first to take over the topic, they all stared at him curiously.

"Fight me," Yukimura paused, "and if I win, I'll sue you." ”

As soon as the words fell, everyone turned around and did their own things.

Fight with Yukimura, it's just a matter of suffering the pain of annihilation, and you still have to win? It's a fantasy.

"Now, Nioh, you look like you're eager to try, let's have a fight." Yukimura curled the corners of his mouth and said to Nioh, who was whispering to Yanagi just now.

The calculation on Nioh's face was suddenly swept away, and the sky turned cloudy. Playing tennis with Yukimura, who was in a particularly bad mood, he felt that it would be cloudy and heavy rain after a while.

Nanaya sat on the rest bench and watched the match between Yukimura and Nioh on the field seriously.

She knew that Yukimura was not as amiable as he appeared, but she didn't expect him to be particularly cold on the court. It's like a different person.,If the usual Yukimura is a proud and gentle cat.,Then at this time on the court he is a male lion full of aura.,It's just that this male lion is relatively thin.。

She had watched Nioh's practice match some time ago, and the young Phantom Trace Keigo was amazing, and his gorgeous moves were amazing, but he didn't even get a single point in Yukimura's hands.

Just as he could see it, Nanaya felt the mobile phone that was placed aside vibrate, and lowered his head to find that it was Yukimura's mobile phone. She grabbed her phone, glanced at the screen as she was about to pick it up, and then was completely stunned.

It was a phone number that was so familiar to her that she could even memorize it backwards.

To pick up or not to answer? Faced with the flickering screen, she hesitated.

There was a strong vibration in the palm of his hand, and until the vibration stopped completely, Nanaya still didn't pick up the phone.

Feeling the warm sunshine, her heart was clear at this time.

She thinks she's finally discovered Yukimura's true purpose for finding her.

On the court, the ball game between Yukimura and Nioh quickly came to an end. Nioh collapsed on the tennis court, looking as if he had collapsed.

Nanaya sighed, took the towel and walked quickly to the table where he was lying on the ground like a puddle of mud: "Nioh-kun." ”

"Thank you." Nioh took the towel and put it over his eyes to avoid the glare of the sun's rays.

"Need help?" Qiye tilted his head, a little puzzled by his powerless appearance. According to the calculation of time, as well as the amount of exercise he had just now, there would never be such a cold sweat all over his body. Is it a trauma on a spiritual level?

"No, just let me enjoy the sun a little longer, poof." Nioh wiped the cold sweat with the towel on his face, and the corners of his mouth curled.

It's really uncomfortable to be wiped out. Suffering one person and benefiting everyone, he really deserves to be rated as the conscience of the tennis club!

Nanaya sighed, then got up and went to prepare something else.

Combined with her previous guesses, if it was really a heavy blow on the mental level, it would not be surprising for Nioh to react like this.

After training, Nanaya found Yukimura.

"Your phone rang during the game just now." She looked at Yukimura, who had not looked at her phone from beginning to end, and kindly reminded.

"Well, thank you Asah-san for the reminder." Yukimura took out his phone, glanced at it, and quietly put it back in his bag.

Nanaya carefully observed his expression, and when she saw the phone number, a trace of gloom really flashed on his face, and after a while, she spoke, "Yukimura-kun, I suddenly thought of a solution for that matter," After saying that, she saw Yukimura's eyes light up, "But before I do that, I want to ask you a question." ”

"Just ask." Yukimura nodded, a gentle smile on his face.

"Your purpose in the first place wasn't just for me to help find her." Qiye said lightly, without the slightest hesitation in his words.

"How can you say that?" Yukimura was slightly stunned, a hint of surprise flashed across his face, but he quickly returned to normal.

Nanaya took in Yukimura's expression, watching his reaction confirm most of her guesses, but she still said calmly: "I accidentally saw the caller ID just now. ”

After saying that, she saw Yukimura's smile completely disappear from her face.

To be honest, when she guessed what Yukimura was thinking, she was undoubtedly disappointed in her heart.

But she is not qualified to comment on his not, because seeing his confused appearance in front of her is like seeing her former self.

From the moment she knew that he could see strange things, she wondered if their experiences or mindsets would be similar?

And when she saw the familiar phone number, and Yukimura's own spiritual power beyond ordinary people, her question was finally answered.

"I'm sorry to see this. But what I want to say is," Qiye paused, "I will prove with you that what you have experienced is definitely not an illusion. ”