"That's the weirdness and compatibility of your slashing blade's power."

"Hmmm......"

Qing Fu pondered for a while.

"Cooperation?"

The burial repeated.

Thinking of the utensils just now, Qing Fu already understood the reason why Nirvana called himself over.

Nirvana lifted her hand and held out a finger.

"First, I need those special products after your Slasher's attack."

"It's the stuff that resembles sarcoma and mechanical substance."

He held out his second finger.

"Second, I need your powerful and special spiritual pressure."

Qing Fu's eyes flashed, and he smiled: "I still want to know, why do you think that I am willing to cooperate with you?" ”

Nirvana let out a weird laugh.

"Because, you are not pedantic, you are an unscrupulous person, otherwise you would not have given up the only relics left by your biological father."

"And you've always had a thirst for more power, and you have great ambitions, haven't you?"

He looked at the burial with a smile on his face.

Qing Fu immediately burst out laughing, "Captain Nirvana, you're right, I will agree to cooperate with you." ”

"Good." Nirvana looked satisfied.

"So, now you can tell me what you want to do, right?" Qing Fu said, "Why do you need my spiritual pressure and the power of the slashing sword. ”

Nirvana didn't answer immediately, but suddenly walked to the opposite workbench.

There is a long distance between the two.

Then, he turned around and looked at the burial.

"At such a distance, if you were to attack me as an enemy, you must knock me down with a single blow, and you can't let me escape, what way would you choose?" Nirvana asked with a mysterious smile.

Qing Fu said, "Spiritual pressure and ghost paths." ”

"That's right." Nirvana smiled, "But is there a more effective and labor-saving way......

Shi Yu's eyes flashed.

Nirvana stretched out his hand, pointed to the slashing knife on Qing Fu's back, and said slowly: "The answer is...... Artifacts. ”

"What?" Qing Fu's eyes paused slightly.

Nirvana smiled and said, "In my vision, this is an absolute upgrade of the torture instrument, and it can be used an unlimited number of times. ”

"And its function is to fuse the special substance in your soul slashing knife with spiritual pressure in an instant, and release it in the form of compression!"

"With the powerful attack and containment power of your Slashing Blade, it will far exceed the original effect......

"I've never tried to suppress the power of the Slasher, but ...... As long as there is the special spiritual pressure of the first hexagram clan as a control, in cooperation with the perfect container I made, it is completely enough to seal? ”

At this point, Nirvana's face was filled with excitement.

The burial was slightly stunned,

This nirvana's brain hole is also too big.

He actually wanted to seal the power of the Slashing Sword.

But his own sword is a gift from God.

However, just by sounding like this thing, Qing Fu is also very interested.

"Then I agreed, when will it start?"

Qing Fu asked directly.

Nirvana shook her head, "I haven't started making containers yet. ”

"Huh?" Qing Fu was stunned, "Then you called me over so quickly?" ”

Nirvana smiled smugly, "I'm sure you'll agree to work with me, but ...... There's a what-if. If something I put a lot of effort into ends up being scrapped, it's heart-wrenching. ”

When Qing Fu heard this, he instantly understood.

As soon as he saw the thunder tool, he realized that this glass ball was formed by gathering a high concentration of spirit seeds.

And that's just to seal up some remnants of the battle.

If you want to seal the power of your own slashing sword, the container you need is obviously far beyond the requirements of the period.

"How many days is enough?" Qing Fu asked.

"About a month." Nirvana replied.

"Okay, I'll come to you after I'm done accepting the verdict." Qing Fu nodded slightly.

……

After walking out of the Technology Development Bureau, and going around the corpse soul realm a few times, there really wasn't a prisoner under the order, and Qing Fu decided to go to the lower finch department, and it stands to reason that the trial notice should have come down.

Walking to the front of the team house, the god of death guarding the gate of the courtyard had never seen Shi Yu, and immediately frowned.

"May I ask who your Excellency is?"

Qing Fu smiled and said: "I am the first hexagram Qing Fu, I want to see Captain Fuzhu, please report it." ”

"The first hexagram...... Burial? The Grim Reaper looked a little confused, "Why does this name sound strangely familiar......

He looked up and down at the burial again, and then, his eyes suddenly widened, and he reacted.

He immediately reacted with surprise on his face, "Wait, wait! I'm going to report it! ”

He walked away quickly, and after a while, he returned quickly.

"The vice-captain is waiting for you in the main hall, please come in!"

"Good work." Qing Fu bowed his head slightly, and then stepped in.

The internal structure of the team building is roughly the same, so there is no detour in the burial, and it goes directly in a fixed direction.

The door was open, and the finch was sitting in it, draped in a blanket.

The burial is outside the door.

The finch looked over and smiled gently, "Come in, I've been waiting for you for a long time." ”

Qing Fu smiled and stepped into it.

From the time of the report to the present, it was only a minute, and of course the finch department did not wait long.

So he knew that the burial was coming to him.

——————

Entering the main hall, the burial closed the door directly.

At the moment, the finch has her hair tied back and is wearing clothes that resemble a suit.

Coupled with the gentle expression on his face, and the beard, he looked like an elder.

Qing Fu's face was calm, and he slowly walked to the opposite side of the finch and sat down.

Sparrow smiled, "You don't seem to be nervous in the slightest...... About the 'Trial'. ”

"Of course." Qing Fu smiled, "The so-called trial is just to help me escape the fault of my father. ”

"Huh." "So, tell me about your itinerary today......

…………

Blood-drenched –

Everywhere Chuan Yu's horrified gaze went, there were scattered the severed limbs and remnants of the women, some missing arms and legs, and some may only have arms and legs left.

Continuing to move forward, four or five more bodies appeared in the alley a moment later.

The corpses of these girls were like puppets with broken threads, half of their bodies were incomplete, and they looked quite strange, or they were leaning weakly against the wall, or they fell to the ground in horror, or they were strangely horned and reversed, but without exception, their faces were full of frightened and desperate expressions.

What's more, his face is unrecognizable, his face is blurred with flesh and blood, and his white bones are looming, as if he is silently indicting this atrocity.

"What the hell is going on, corpse ......"