Resurrecting the Twelve Ghost Moons to fight for himself made Genichiro a little nervous.

It is certainly possible to summon someone from Ashina to fight for him, but judging from the fact that Mizu Clannari was almost killed by the scythe ghost prostitute Taro with a blood demon technique last night, it is still too dangerous to fight the oni.

The reeds who were drawn out were more like family and people to Genichiro than his generals and soldiers (of course, he didn't care so much about the characters of the Inner House, Senhoji Temple, and other forces).

It was not easy to bring them from the Warring States like a pit to today's world, so that everyone can live like ordinary people, isn't it?

Therefore, the matter of being able to use the Phantom Gallery to preserve the soul of the Twelve Ghost Moons is simply not too much in line with the mind of Genichiro who wants to preserve the reed celebrity himself.

What's more, the rewards for killing the Twelve Ghost Moons are so many.

Want Buddha beads? Please kill the twelve ghost moons.

Want a lot of skill points? Please kill the twelve ghost moons.

Want belligerent memories? Please kill the twelve ghost moons.

Do you want to be ruthless and let them be born and die casually?

Please continue to kill the twelve ghost moons.

For a guy like Genichiro, who has the idea of a small country daimyo in his bones, this kind of thought was ignited like a flame, and it immediately turned into an unstoppable flame.

However, there are some things that still need to be asked.

"I've heard from the people of the Ghost Slayer Team that there seems to be a close connection between the ghost and the ghost king, so they can't even say the name Onimai Tsuji no miserable."

Ichiro said to the monk, "Besides, Onimai Tsuji Muru seems to be able to see something through the eyes of ghosts. If they were resurrected with the Black Immortal Slash, would this still be the case? ”

He didn't want to have a few more spies around him.

"They've already died once."

The monk shook his head slightly, and walked towards the southeast corner directly opposite the confessional room.

"The demons' bodies in the hallway have also been reshaped, so all ties between them and Onimai Tsuji have been severed. After resurrection, they will become independent ghosts, and although they are still afraid of sunlight and wisteria flowers, it is impossible for Onimai Tsuji to use and harm them by relying on the bloodline power of his superiors and subordinates. ”

"Hmm, reshape your body? I thought they were in soul form here. ”

Ichiro was a little surprised, "And what if they are killed in the hallway?" ”

"None of the five rooms in the hallway are hands-free."

"But if any creature is killed in the corridor or on the roof outside, it will reappear intact at the entrance. After all, this is the place where life and death are cut off, and no real death can happen here. ”

Ichiro suddenly understood.

Except for the interior of these five rooms, the entire hallway is a place where he can fight to the death casually.

[The results of this lottery are really unexpected. 】

"Can anyone else come here but me?"

"Of course."

The monk nodded, "Any living person with your authorization to ring the bell will appear here." It's just that they can't enter any of the rooms, they can only stay outside. However, if they want to leave, they must have your consent. ”

[That's better, the secrets in the house can be kept.] 】

Thinking that it won't be long before he will go to the Ghost Slayer Team to learn the breath of the wind from the immortal Minoru Kawa, Genichiro is looking forward to this "training ground" more and more. And this kind of training method should be very appetizing to that guy in Immortal River.

As they talked, they came to the front of the house in the southeast corner. But at this time the main gate of the house was closed, and nothing could be heard or seen inside.

Genichiro remembers that in the past, the house was used to spot stealth monkey tracks, so the ground was covered in thin layers of mud.

"The ghost you just killed tonight is locked up inside."

The monk pressed his hand on the door frame.

"This room is for the prison in between. Because only one person can be saved at a time during the confession, the rest of the strong enemies will be temporarily imprisoned here after death. And, in order for them to repent more sincerely, just close this door, and after an hour outside, it will be a month inside. ”

[In this way, the diseased leaves have been closed...... Two or three months? 】

"Do you want to meet the only prisoner here?"

Although he was noncommittal about the word "strong enemy" that the monk said, Koichiro still nodded.

If nothing else, this newly appointed sixth string should have only seen Onimai Tsuji miserable recently. Now that he is dead, naturally there is no need to keep it a secret for the ghost king.

It would have been very helpful if he had known some information before he went into confession. Wait another five or six days, who knows if Onimai Tsuji is still in Tokyo

"Then let's meet."

As Genichiro gave the order, a Sanskrit letter appeared on the monk's palm, and the door clicked as if it had been inserted into the key, and then slowly opened outward, revealing the scene inside.

Unlike in the past, where there was only a shallow puddle of muddy water, now the detention that has been reformed by the system demon is simply a swampy quagmire.

The sickened leaf's pointed head with three X-shaped scars floated lonely on the surface of the swamp, and its face was bored, looking like an expired melon, bright and soft. As for the body, it is all wrapped in sand under the swamp.

The moment the sick leaf saw the monk, a trace of fear suddenly welled up on his face, obviously he had been taught well before, after all, the monk was omnipotent here.

As for when the monk taught him, it was difficult to say whether he used the "Diamond Sutra" or the "Xianfeng Temple Boxing Method".

However, when the monk stood aside and revealed the figure of Genichiro behind him, the narrow eyes of the sick leaf suddenly became immortal, and his cloudy pupils were surrounded by countless crazy earthworm-like bloodshots, and the resentment accumulated in his heart was almost launched from his eyes, piercing Ichiro's heart with ten thousand arrows.

What a wrongful death he had!

Keep saying what bullshit is to fight with all your might, just to die happily! It's not the opportunity to use him as a lightning rod!

By the time the first thunderbolt fell, he was already dead. But unexpectedly, this guy actually split four times in just 2 seconds!!

That kind of pain was a hundred times more painful than the last time he tried to eat wisteria-flavored sukiya.

He has been fighting the Ghost Slayer for many years and teasing them in the palm of his hand, and he has never seen such a despicable swordsman.

However, just as Ichiro at the door thought that the sick leaf was going to scold and say something disrespectful, the sick leaf's face turned cloudy, and the head floating on the mud suddenly burst into laughter without warning.

"Hahaha! What a retribution for evil! Well, now you're dead too, right? ”

It turns out that the sick leaf treats Genichiro as a dead person like him. And judging from his words below, it should be clear about the speed of time here.

"I finally killed the sixth of the lower strings, but I died at the hands of the sixth of the upper strings, don't you feel very sad and angry, and you can't accept it?"

Apparently, he thought it was the prostitute Taro who solved the problem of Koichiro.

[It's going to start again.] 】

Ichiro has long known that oni are easily complacent.

"First of all, it's not a 'hard job' to kill you. I have at least three ways to do it, but it is only that you will benefit the most with thunder. ”

Ichiro walked into the room, but his feet didn't mean to sink into the mud, and instead walked freely on the surface of the swamp, and finally stopped in front of him under the disbelief of the sick leaves, looking at his head condescendingly.

"Secondly, I am the master here."

"So," Genichiro squatted down, the index finger of his hand stretched out, and poked the scar on the scar on the sick leaf's head, as if teasing a helpless puppy, "You should feel sad and angry." After death and before death, there is no escape from the palm of my hand. ”

Boom.

A thunderbolt slashed directly into the heart of the sick leaf, and then it became a torrential rain.

Grievance, anger, incredulity, all kinds of emotions stirred and intertwined with each other like multiple flavors of juice, and finally turned into bean-sized tears pouring out of his eyes.

"I'm not reconciled!"

"I'm not reconciled!"

"Why won't you let me go! What exactly do you want? ”

"Give me a good time! Don't lock me up here anymore, it's so uncomfortable to be unable to do anything! ”

After speaking, the sick leaf seemed to be possessed by the fallen concubine, and suddenly cried and sobbed.

He couldn't eat people, he couldn't practice calligraphy, he couldn't keep a diary, he couldn't study all kinds of diseases and insects, he couldn't even move, and for three or four months, he could only soak in the swamp and listen to the sound of bubbles exploding and mud and sand flowing, and he was so bored that even ghosts felt pain.

The moment he saw Genichiro appear, he thought that the other party was sent here to accompany him, but this beautiful vision became a mirror again in an instant.

Ignoring the hysterical illness, Ichiro turned back to the monk and asked, "Can these souls that have been intercepted here make them die completely?" ”

The monk replied in the affirmative: "Yes." One way is to send their souls back to the world in the darkness of the northwest corner, and then go wherever they need to go according to what they did in life. ”

"The other is to push them out of the bottomless abyss due north, exchanging their special souls for abilities or weapons."

"But then the creatures that were pushed down were completely gone. You can't become a Buddha, you won't go to hell, let alone be reincarnated. ”

[Oh, in exchange for abilities or weapons, isn't this the smelting furnace in Dark Souls? 】

Genichiro didn't expect this kind of operation.

"What happens if a person or a ghost who is already alive pushes it down?"

He asked on a whim.

"Have you forgotten? Undead beings cannot enter these five rooms. ”

"yes." That's when Ichiro Kyochiro remembered.

It seems that he is whimsical.

Well, if you really push the sick leaf down as he wants, what ability will you gain?

Turning into bugs?

Or is it healing?

Ichiro Can't be sure.

However, thinking of the buyer's show and seller's show after the anchor played "Dark Souls 3" and used special souls to exchange for skills, it is estimated that this ability will be greatly reduced on him at that time.

So the diseased leaves can't die.

He's much more useful than that disgusting lower string four, who hasn't been sick or something.

For example, grandpa was injured by the first dragon cough (the dragon cough caused by Zhang and Ba) to the root of the body, and he couldn't even save the devouring god and the dragon yin dripping, but if it was a blood ghost technique, maybe it could be of some use.

Thinking of this, Genichiro suddenly said to the sick leaf, "I'll give you a chance." Answer me a few questions, and I'll let you out of this room and go outside. ”

Thanks to the character of the ghost who has milk and is a mother, tomorrow's big hatred will be forgotten.

When he heard him say this, he immediately stopped crying, raised his head obediently like a puppy waiting to be fed, and quietly waited for Shinichiro's almsgiving.

Knowing that he was planning to cooperate, Genichiro asked, "When was the last time you saw Onimai Tsuji?" ”

Sick Ye suddenly hesitated when he heard this.

"You're dead, and it's not going to be good to say it." When Ichiro saw him like this, he immediately understood what he was worried about.

Sick Ye didn't fully believe it, and tentatively said to the air: "No miserable adult? ”

Sure enough, nothing happened.

Only then did he completely put his mind at ease and planned to talk about it.

"Just two days before I met you, the original Sixth of the Second String died, and Lord Wu Miao suddenly appeared in the hospital where I worked, and gave me a large amount of blood, which made me promoted to the Twelve Ghost Moons."

"You still have a job?"

Ichiro was surprised.

But then I remembered that Akihime was also working hard to learn music, so I didn't make such a fuss.

"I'm the archivist of the hospital, and I know exactly what all the patients are sick with and where they live after they are discharged."

After all, the pleasure of the sick leaf is to find patients with rare diseases, cure them and taste the food, and keeping files in the hospital is perfect for him.

"Then you go on. What does Onimai Tsuji look like, what did he tell you, and why did he turn such a useless ghost of you into the Twelve Ghost Moons. ”

[After all, after killing you, I didn't even get a battle memory.] 】

“…… I'm already strong. ”

Sick Ye was a little aggrieved, "After becoming the Twelve Ghost Moons, even Lord Wu Miao praised me, saying that I was much stronger than the previous Sixth String." ”

"I've played against the Fourth of the Lower Strings, and she's much better than you."

Ichiro sneered mercilessly.

"That's what you said. Drowning hime, that's a ghost who has lived for two hundred years! Monsters in the lower strings like the lower five, how can we compare with them? ”

[I see, the lower string ghosts are not ranked strictly based on strength.] 】

[Also, is the next five also such an anomaly? Looks like you'll have to pay attention to it later. 】

"Don't interrupt, let's talk about the miserable thing."

Ichiro corrected the subject back, "What does she look like, where is she, and what are you looking for?" ”

"Lord Wu Miao can transform at will, so I haven't seen him, and his appearance is different."

"For example, this time, she looks like a somewhat mature woman. If you're looking for a lady with no misery, all you have to do is go out at night, go to a place where the powerful are concentrated, and find the most beautiful man or woman in Tokyo with red eyes. ”

"Is that all?"

Xianichiro didn't expect that the method given by the sick leaf to find no misery was so simple.

[It's just that this ghost king sounds quite vain. 】