Dark......

Endless darkness envelops the body.

It's pitch black, it's not the night sky, it's just that there's no light.

Silent, wrapped around his body, his thoughts are like paste stirred by chopsticks, and he can't make sense of it.

I can't see, I can't hear, I can't touch, I just float.

"What's wrong with me?" Zhang Han tried hard to open his eyelids, but found it so heavy.

Then, try to move your fingers.

"No, either."

Open your mouth and breathe.

"Still won't work."

"Could it be...... Am I going to die? ”

Zhang Han tried for a long time, and finally gave up in despair.

"Think about it, think about it, what's going on." The mind that gradually calmed down began to think.

Zhang Han, 25 years old, a pseudo-house, after a mediocre college career, began to stay at home, play games, read novels, and occasionally get together with friends. As for jobs, I found a few jobs, but most of them quit after not working for long.

Think about it, ten o'clock in the evening, no, eleven o'clock? That's not the point. I remember running out of cigarettes when I was playing a game, and I went downstairs to buy cigarettes.

"Yes, buy cigarettes! And after that? My head hurts! How can it hurt so much? "Hurry up and remember!

Walk down the stairs to the gate of the complex, and ......

"A light, a red light, fell from the sky. Yes, it was that light that hit my head! No wonder it hurts so much. ”

But what is that red light? If you think about it, you have to think about it......

"Is that what you're talking about? Captain Aizen. ”

Three men dressed in white, Haori, with slashing knives at their waists, slowly approached from a distance. The man who spoke was walking behind on the left, with a long body, light purple hair, squinted eyes, a smile on the corners of his mouth curled up, and a big 'three' behind Haori.

Obviously, only the captain of the thirteenth team of the court can have this kind of attire, and the three characters have already shown the identity of the other party, the captain of the third team, Ichimaru Gin.

Without waiting for the captain of the Goban team, Aizen Sosuke, who was walking in front, to speak, Ichimaru Silver continued, "How can this kind of person who only has a first-level spiritual pressure be able to enter the eyes of Captain Aizen, is there something special about him, I haven't found out." ”

"Don't question Inozen-sama's decision, Captain Ichimaru."

The person walking on the right is also dressed in white haori, with a large 'nine' on the back. Purple hair, dark complexion, white goggles, orange scarf, resolute and serious.

Dong Xianyao, the captain of the Jiufan team, did not look at Zhang Han, who was lying not far in front, tilted his head slightly, and pressed his left hand on the scabbard at his waist.

"You don't have to take it too seriously, you need to."

Aizen Yusuke walked up to the unconscious Zhang Han, lowered his head, with a smile on his face, and opened his mouth to say, "Such a low spiritual pressure can condense a slashing sword, and this phenomenon has not occurred in the corpse soul world for thousands of years." ”

As he spoke, the gazes of Aizen Yousuke and Ichimaru Silver invariably fell on the slashing knife that Zhang Han was holding tightly in his right hand, as for Dongxian Yao, he was originally blind, and there was no difference between looking at it and not looking at it.

"Ale, I always stay in the Silent Spirit Court, and I can see the Slashing Sword at any time, but I ignored it, it's really strange that the civilians of Wandering Soul Street can spontaneously condense the Slashing Sword without going through the academy's study." Ichimaru touched his hair, and there were only two gaps left in his squinted eyes.

"Is that so?!"

Aizen muttered noncommittally, as if asking rhetorically, as if groaning. Thick, black-rimmed glasses obscured his vision, making it impossible to perceive his true intentions.

"As a rare genius in a hundred years, you graduated from the Mao Spiritual Academy in one year, Yin, can you condense the Slashing Sword when you are in the first class of spiritual pressure?"

The Sword of Death is the sword of the Grim Reaper, and its shape and abilities are based on the spirit of the Grim Reaper himself. The Shinigami resonates with the Slasher through a long-term heart-to-heart dialogue with Asa Fight (the original form of the Slasher), and by knowing its name, he gains its power and is born and dies with the Reaper.

"This kind of thing is incredible when you think about it." Ichimaru Silver stared closely at the slashing knife in Zhang Han's hand, his left hand on the handle of the knife at his waist, and his fingers unconsciously groped for the handle.

"Isn't it incredible? Even if it happens right in front of your eyes, it feels incredible, right? Aizen Yusuke lowered his head and looked at the unconscious Zhang Han carefully, his eyes gleamed, and his hands covered by wide sleeves were clenched into fists.

Over the years, there have been fewer and fewer things that can make Aizen, as the captain, feel curious, and mysterious, unknown things can always make his heart ripple. The young man in front of him was like a scroll that had not yet been unfolded, attracting Aizen, and wanted to spread out the scroll and see what kind of scenery was painted on it.

"Perhaps, this little ghost didn't just have a little spiritual pressure at the beginning, but was taken away by the awakened slashing knife." Ichimaru Gin spoke, "Coupled with the fact that he is so unconscious, there are no special footprints around, excluding the factor of being attacked by the void, it seems that my reasoning is just right, Captain Aizen." ”

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, a seemingly reasonable speculation, if it is true, then Zhang Han, who is in a coma in front of him, is just a genius compared to others, and it is not enough to arouse such great interest in indigo.

After all, being targeted by Aizen Sosuke, who is ostensibly the captain of Team Goban but is actually the biggest villain boss in the early stage of the Grim Reaper, is definitely not something to be happy about.

"The situation in front of him, only this explanation barely makes sense," after a slight mutter, Aizen turned his head sideways and continued, "However, being able to condense the Slashing Sword before entering the Mao Spiritual Academy is enough to prove his genius." Perhaps, this child will become one of us in the future. ”

"Is that so?" Ichimaru Gindao, "So, do you need to bring him back to the Jingling Court?" Speaking of which, my third team still lacks a vice-captain. ”

"No, that's just our guess. I don't need to do that until he has shown enough qualifications to impress me. Yes, take a part of the soul, I want to study. ”

Aizen Yusuke still has an unhurried tone, still a gentle smile, however, the words that come out of his mouth make people feel like falling into an ice cave.

Soul! Study!

When these two words were transmitted to Ichimaru Silver Ears, the smile on his face gradually stiffened, his body trembled slightly, and the picture of the past popped up in his mind, and the beautiful girl with blond hair, like Zhang Han who was unconscious in front of her, was taken away part of her soul. And all this just for the sake of research!

Ranju, you're in pain! Then. I will, I will... Kill him and get back what you lost!