Infinity City.

This is the base of Onimai Tsuji.

In this bizarre space, where there is no edge in any direction, and it seems to be made up of countless rooms stacked in a disorderly manner, books are crawling through them.

It's a book of medicine.

Of course, there is no valuable information in the book.

He just wanted to pass the time.

Suddenly, the fingers of the miserable machine turning the pages trembled:

"Huh?"

He looked up.

At the very top of Infinity City, there are twelve huge wooden plaques that bear the names of the twelve ghost moons and are able to show their current state.

Click-

The wooden plaque with "Pheasant Blossom" suddenly crumbled.

The debris fell precariously to the bottom of the seemingly infinitely deep Infinity City, and soon disappeared without a trace.

The next string is wanton, and it falls.

Wu Miao was expressionless at first, then his eyes narrowed, and the roots of his teeth creaked.

"Why did you die again in the second quarter of the ghost moon?

"A bunch of rubbish!"

In fact, throughout the thousand-year history, the twelve ghost moons he created have been rotated for more than 10 generations.

Among them, the Upper Quarter Ghost Moon is extremely strong, often slashing pillar-level swordsmen, and is a relatively reliable right-hand man.

But the bottom string is different.

They are often easily slashed by pillars.

"How much effort have I put into cultivating this generation of lower strings? lest they be easily killed by the column, and the result is ......

"Useless as always."

The killing of the Twelve Ghost Months is definitely not good news.

For all ghosts, it's a heavy blow to the mentality.

After a brief period of anger, Wu Miao calmed down.

He lowered the black politeness:

"Something suspicious.

"The strength of this year's lower string is far greater than before, if you want to kill Pheasant Bird Hua safely, you need to dispatch two columns, which two will they be?"

Just when he was puzzled, an image suddenly passed through his mind.

"Oh?

"Did Pheasant Bird Hua record it before she died?"

No miserable recall of this picture.

But he was quickly stunned.

This, what is this passing on to me?

The picture is extremely blurry, only a swordsman can be vaguely seen walking towards the pheasant, the Japanese wheel sword emitting a brilliant red light, the momentum is very amazing.

But no matter how much you zoom in, you can't see the face clearly.

It's completely 120P high paste quality.

"Sure enough, it's useless waste.

"I can't record even the simplest images."

That being said, the amount of information contained in the image is huge.

A lot of information can be deciphered in an instant:

First, the swordsman used the lost breath of the sun.

Because only the breath of the sun can make the sun wheel knife appear bright blood red.

His attacks contain daylight.

The brilliant colored halo is definitely not something that can be achieved by breathing alone.

In summary......

He frowned:

"The swordsman of the breath of the sun who can emit sunlight, Jing Zeyanxiang, is it you?

"It seems that 'weaving' didn't kill you back then."

Hmph –

I will never let you become the second successor.

No miserable combined books:

"It seems necessary to summon all the Ghost Moons.

"Tell them how to work for me."

......

A day later.

Five understringers assemble in the hall in the center of Infinity City.

At this point, they were a little flustered.

The second string asked anxiously:

"What did you call us for?"

Generally speaking, Onimai Tsuji will only summon their subordinates for a meeting when something bad happens.

The next string one, that is, "weaving" frowned:

"Strange.

"Why didn't you see Pheasant Bird, she dared to be late for such an important occasion?"

The other ghost moons looked at each other.

They usually go their own way and dominate one side, and they don't know much about each other, so they haven't learned of Pheasant Bird's death until now.

Grunt~

The second string swallowed:

"Oops.

"Pheasant Blossom should not ...... Was he killed by those Ghost Slayer Slayers? ”

The demons fell silent.

At the same time, a sense of foreboding appeared in their minds.

Because Wu Miao once did a very strange thing:

There was a former Lower String Warrior who was killed by the pillar, and he was furious, thinking that all the Lower Quarter Ghost Moons were waste, and then took the initiative to kill all the Lower Strings.

It's confusing.

All the ghosts are very puzzling to this day.

In the end, only one conclusion can be drawn:

As the ancestor of ghosts who have lived for thousands of years, the brain circuit of Lord Wu Miao is relatively unique, and it is different from all normal ghosts and normal people.

He's just so moody and weird.

The second string six trembles:

"You say......

"If Pheasant Bird Hua really died, would the adults kill us all in a fit of rage like they did before?"

All the ghosts had a look of fear on their faces.

In the eyes of others, they are the noble twelve ghost moons.

But only they know:

In front of Onimai Tsuji, their strength is not even P.

With a slight movement of his fingers, Wu Miao could permanently erase all the lower quarter ghost moons from the world, and his strength was difficult to measure with common sense.

"Oh?"

A melodious and calm male voice floated down from above:

"As a lowly slave to whom I am raised......

"Do you dare to speculate about my mind now?"

The five Lower Quarter Ghost Moon hurriedly raised their heads, only to see a handsome man in a yukata looking down at them.

It's Onimai Tsuji!

Puff –

A powerful sense of oppression struck, forcing them all to their knees.

Unhurried opening:

"The pheasant is dead.

"Dead at the hands of the Demon Slayer swordsman."

All the Ghost Moon sweat suddenly flowed down like a waterfall, and it was obvious that Wu Miao was very disappointed in Pheasant Bird Hua, and this disappointment would inevitably affect them.

The second string six faces are pale:

If you suffer, Lord Wu Miao will definitely think that we are useless, and we will be cleared.

But......

Obviously we are the victims!

Wu Miao lowered his head and directly said what he thought in his heart:

"You think you're a victim?

"I train you......

"Isn't it just for me to die, and you, actually have such a cowering thought."

The hands and feet of the lower string six suddenly became cold.

Ori shook her head.

As the head of the lower strings, she knows the best temper of Wu Miao.

Wu Miao can see through the hearts of all ghosts, so you can't be cranky when talking to him, otherwise if there is something that doesn't suit his mind......

That can only end up being destroyed.

Even if it is the twelve ghost months, there is no exception.

She closed her eyes.

Sixth, there must be no way to go back alive today......

"Hmph~"

Wu Miao just snorted coldly, and immediately looked away, and didn't seem to have the intention of pursuing it.

Huh?

The Ghost Moon's eyes widened suddenly:

When did adults become so kind?

After being silent for a while, Wu Miao slowly spoke:

"After the pheasant was killed, I thought about it briefly.

"The second quarter of the Ghost Moon is indeed useless waste.

"Of course, I won't kill you this time, because even if it's a scrap, I want to transform it, and it can barely do some good......"

The Ghost Moon suddenly got goosebumps.

The sense of foreboding is getting stronger.

"Weaving."

Ori hurriedly responded: "Yes." ”

Wu Miao smiled and said lightly:

"Use your blood magic to take yourself and this waste......

"Sew them together."

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