"You mean me by strange man?" Senro's tone rang out, and he stopped and looked at the bridge, where there was a lantern, a lantern floating in the air. The skeletal samurai brushed the barrel on his body, and the iron-colored skeletal face was directed towards the lantern, "So, what advice do you have?" The skeletal warrior straightened up and spoke.

"Your tone is so strange, the slave family still doesn't understand it." As the voice sounded, the presence of the lantern gradually emerged from the darkness. It was a beautiful kimono floating in the air, but when I looked at it again, there was a skeleton wrapped in the kimono, and when I looked at it again, there was a faint layer of light on the outside of the skeleton, vaguely in the appearance of a woman. The last time I saw it was a beautiful woman dressed as an oiran, carrying a lantern in one hand and a thin pipe in the other.

"Female ghosts?" Sen Luo's questioning tone sounded, "Oh, the slave family's name is Qing Mizuhime, but it's not a ghost hime." The female ghost said with a smile. But in Sen Luo's eyes, there is a deep black aura floating on the bones of this female ghost, which is the breath of extreme resentment, and it seems that this female monster may have died with resentment. "Oh, I've seen it. Then goodbye. Moriro nodded, and after saying a word to the female ghost, he was about to leave—this was the desolate part of Kyoto City, a place where a hundred years of war had not been restored even after so many years of war, and the dilapidated houses were old and dead, and ghost fires floated in the night.

"Wait a minute, little brother. Do you want to go with the slave family to have fun? "This female ghost was not afraid of Sen Luo's skeletal face at all, and floated directly over to grab his hand." Out on the town? Miss. Look at the way you look with me? Is it like to be able to have fun? We're all dead, lowly skeletons. Sen Luo was not annoyed by the female ghost's entanglement, he just said lightly, and at the same time even brought a little smile in his double tone.

The female ghost was speechless, but after getting closer, under the illumination of the lantern and the moonlight, Sen Luo found that this was actually a rare beauty, she should only be about twenty years old when she lived or died, she did not apply that kind of white powder, and she did not wear makeup, a natural beauty, with long hair, and her height was considered a tall beauty in this era - Sen Luo's own skeleton was more than one meter eight, and if the woman stood straight, I am afraid it would be close to one meter six. As soon as the woman grasped Sen Luo's wrist bone, this skeleton had nothing on its body except for the barrel carcass, so naturally she had to grab his arm bone, and the place where it was caught immediately condensed with white frost.

Sen Luo didn't get angry, he just said a little helplessly, "Then please stop kidding, what do you want to do?" The double tone made the female ghost click her eyes for a long time before she understood, and then pulled Sen Luo in one direction. The skeletal samurai noticed what the female ghost was carefully hiding - she had always been quite jealous of the five generations of Kunimitsu on Moriro's waist, but she was quite greedy for this knife - although she didn't have any sense of touch, Moriro could sense the other party's mind, which is also the skill of the sword hero, isn't it.

I don't know when it began, the lantern in the female ghost's hand has disappeared, and under the moonlight, the gorgeous kimono on the female ghost's body has gradually become slightly decayed, the hem has completely become a broken and empty clothes, and her face has gradually turned into dry bones, and the black resentment on her body is tightly wrapped around the bones and clothes. A skeletal hand always clutches the bones of Senro's arm, but the white frost is limited to where it is grasped. Shimizu Hime dragged Morira deeper into Kyoto, bypassing one house after another along the way, and finally stopped behind the Gion Flower Street. There were no lights, the moonlight was obscured by the house, and two skeletons stood behind the house.

Mori Luo looked at the house in front of him, there were no windows, and the skeletal samurai was a little confused, but soon, he noticed something unusual—the female ghost next to him disappeared at some point, and on the other side of the river, in the old mansion, the cherry blossoms began to bloom in the moonlight. It's a completely illusory scene, it's not cherry blossom season at all, and the color of the cherry blossoms is also very strange, it is miserable white under the moonlight, like ashes.

Soon, however, the flowers were gone, and only the leaves glowing silver in the moonlight remained on the tree—the cherry blossom tree had a wisp of black demonic aura, and it was also resentful, but it could not penetrate even the slightest bit into the houses in the house. "Enchantment? It's still quite powerful. Mori Luo said to himself, in his eyes, the enchantment of this mansion is very clear, this is indeed completely different from the old and broken enchantment in Kyoto, this is a solid or very likely enchantment purely for this cherry blossom tree, the things under the tree are firmly sealed on this side of the courtyard, and the mansion is under the protection of the enchantment......

"Don't let that thing in, but let it kill and absorb the essence to leak the grievances......" Sen Luo saw a clue, it seems that the one who set up this enchantment did not take other people's lives seriously, and used other people's lives to leak the resentment emanating from this tree, lest the resentment accumulate higher and higher and finally break the enchantment. Looking at the situation in front of him, the samurai of this skeleton also knew that it was probably the tradition of this country - burying people under the cherry blossom tree, and the flowers of the tree would bloom exceptionally brightly....... This is a method of destroying corpses that only elegant people and large families have.

"But what does that have to do with me?" The skeleton thought, "Did you bring me so that I could help you get free?" His tone was still peculiar, but the kimono that appeared on the tree was waving, as if he was shaking his hand. Relief, I can't do it. It still needs a high monk. Moriro said calmly, and then he decided to leave, it was getting dark, and he still had to pass through Kyoto before dawn, after all, the road was still long.

Just as he was starting to walk, the kimono female ghost appeared in front of him again, this time in the form of a living person, looking at him with a pair of pleading eyes. "If you want me to help you, at least ...... Anyway, I don't have to listen, but you have to at least hire me. Originally, Sen Luo wanted to hear the situation, but he finally sighed, stretched out his palm up, and made a gesture to ask for money. Oiran, kimono, skeletons, cherry blossoms, ghosts, and enchantments, what is there to hear about them, Moriro himself can come up with countless grievances and hatreds, so just collect money and do things - without involving cause and effect.