Genichiro glanced at the position of the moon.

Before I knew it, it was an hour closer to dawn.

There are ninja dogs leading the way on the Lone Shadow Clan's side, and if the three ninjas who are equivalent to Class A ghost killers go their separate ways, they should almost catch all the miscellaneous fish ghosts scattered all over Fujixi Mountain, and there is no need for him to continue to drag it out.

He gently waved the Nihon Knife in his hand and said to Tired: "Actually, I didn't have any intention of resisting turning into a creature like a ghost, and it is indeed very envious to obtain such a strong power out of thin air. ”

He wasn't lying.

Ichiro, who had the experience of not being a human being once, understood from the beginning why someone would choose to become a ghost on their own initiative.

The details may be different, but the mental journey of most people who choose to become a ghost will not be fundamentally different from him taking it to become a scumbag. It's nothing more than that there is nothing to lose except for the identity of a human being.

Imagine yourself as a prisoner tied to a stake and basking in the sun for three days without a drop of water, when a man suddenly hands a bowl of foul-smelling dirty water to the prisoner's mouth.

Do you drink it or not?

In that desperate situation, I am afraid that the vast majority of people will not refuse, even if they will suffer from other evil diseases after drinking this bowl of water, it is not as important as curing the fatal thirst that is imminent.

And Onimai Tsuji is the one who provides this bowl of dirty water to the desperate, and will also package the dirty water into a jade liquid, as if it were some kind of great reward......

Then again.

Tired of hearing this, the color of hope and expectation in his eyes became more and more intense.

"So, are you going to agree to my suggestion?"

The tired voice became a little trembling.

From the moment he met Genichiro, he knew that this human boy of the same age as him (when he became a ghost) was very different, and his attitude towards ghosts was very different from that of ordinary ghost hunters.

The way the other man looked at the ghosts, instead of the fury and hatred that made him feel bored and bored, but like himself, and even the adult, it was obvious that he was looking for the use value of these ghosts (Buddhist beads, battle memories, subordinates) and wanted to get something from them.

But I don't think there's anything wrong with this nature.

After the appearance of Ichiro Cong, the wisdom, strength, potential, and arrogance he showed made Ti feel that the other party was very compatible with him.

If he let such a person become his family, he would rather give up the bonds that were maintained by fear, even if it was to make Genichiro a stronger ghost than him. What's more, in this way, there is a protector that he has always had in his heart.

The days of playing house games with those ghosts who are too weak to do it are really tired of being tired.

However, Koichiro didn't give him the answer he wanted.

"No, in my opinion, you ghosts have too many weaknesses."

Ichiro knows several immortal powers.

Long Yin, the undead, the faded......

Each of them has flaws of one kind or another, but they are all superior to ghosts.

"You can't shine on the sun, you have to eat humans, and that's still tolerable, after all, power always comes with a price."

"But once you become a ghost, you will gradually lose your human memory, and even your goals as a human will be distorted, and you will become a slave who specializes in serving Onimai Tsuji."

"Since I gain power, everything will be contrary to what I want to achieve with this power-"

"Then this flawed power, don't do it."

Tired and stunned for a moment, then the smile became even worse, "There are no high-sounding concepts of right and wrong, and there are no bitter and bitter words, it is completely from the perspective of gain and loss to reject my request, it is not like the words that a young ghost of your age can say......"

He paused.

"I'm getting to want you more and more."

He stretched out his hands, and each finger shot out at least seven or eight slender spider silks, which were extremely swift and quickly sewn up the miscellaneous fish ghosts who were about to return to their original ways because they had been left for too long, and by the way, sewed up their mouths.

Then, a dozen miscellaneous fish ghosts were dragged to the center of the valley like ordinary marionettes, and surrounded Genichiro in it, as if they were about to attack it in groups.

“……”

The ghosts couldn't speak, but their eyes were filled with indescribable horror.

This fifth is really not a thing.

The second of the lower strings that devoured the same kind was still skewered on the diamond iron summoning thunder like barbecue!

This can subdue a low-string imp in five minutes, and what can they deal with—they don't even know how to do blood ghost magic!

This ruthless bottom string No. 5 simply wants to use them as cannon fodder!

Even with the self-esteem of the ghost, he really can't accept being treated like this.

Ichiro looked at the faint silk threads hanging from the heads of these miscellaneous fish ghosts, and could vaguely guess the reward after killing the tired.

[Puppetry? 】

[But with the number alone, you can't take me down.] 】

Tired naturally understands this.

"I know you're strong, but these useless guys just need to buy me a moment's time, and it's the only value of their existence."

[Buying time, what does he want to do?] 】

Genichiro made a defensive stance, but his eyes were fixed on the tiredness.

Ti took out a glass bottle the size of an adult man's index finger from his clothes, which contained half a bottle of red crystal liquid, dreamy like a flowing gem in the moonlight.

"This is the blood that the Lord gave me, I never drank it myself, because I didn't want to be too useful, and I was running around this task and that mission......"

"But today to get you, Eina's ......"

Tired of picking at it with his fingernails, he flicked the cork out of the mouth of the bottle, but his eyes did not move for a moment, looking at Genichiro greedily, "I have to make sure that I can defeat you before Naruto-senpai arrives, so please forgive me, if you want to fight fairly, or use me to hone your fighting skills, I'm afraid I don't have that much time." ”

"But don't worry, I'll leave you a little bit of this precious blood. Even if you are mortally wounded, it can revive you. ”

With that, he looked up and was about to pour the blood into his mouth.

Ichiro's eyes narrowed slightly, and he immediately rushed forward, making a look of wanting to stop being tired!

He could have fired a shuriken and tried to smash the vial, but he didn't.

For one, he didn't feel tired and defenseless.

Second, the kind of blood of the ghost king that has not been transformed by the system, he also wants!

After all, it's also an important piece of experimental material! If you give it to that guy in Daoce, you might be able to get some unexpected gains.

If you fire a shuriken and accidentally break it, you won't be able to achieve your goal.

As for how strong the tiredness will be, Koichiro doesn't care at all, he still has a bunch of props that can be used to cover up!

Don't think you're the only one who will temporarily strengthen it, little ghost!

On the other side, seeing that Ichiro wanted to get close to him as expected, the tired free hand flew up like a pianist performing a stunt, and those miscellaneous fish ghosts controlled by spider silk rushed up one after another!

"Wind Breath, Type Three, Sunny Wind Tree!"

Ichiro twisted his body, and the blade spiraled downward from the top of his head, performing three consecutive spins, and these little ghosts that had just been sewn were suddenly cut into several pieces, and two of them were directly cut off their heads, and suddenly disappeared.

Since killing ordinary ghosts won't attract the attention of Wu Miao, then he has no scruples.

But soon, Koichiro notices that something is wrong.

Because even if these ghosts are divided, those scattered torsos will almost immediately be manipulated by spider silk alone to attack him!

As a result, a strange scene emerges, where a ghost's hands clearly attack his chest, but his severed lower limb unleashes a roundhouse kick behind Genichiro.

In other words, under the delicate manipulation of tired spider silk, these ghosts do not fight as individuals, and each of their hands and legs has become an independent offensive weapon!

[This guy is really cold-blooded. 】

Ichiro's face was calm, and the two swords, one left and one right, faced attacks from all directions at the same time, blocking all attacks, although it seemed that he looked calm, but in fact, in the continuous harassment, he couldn't even find the opportunity to use the sword type.

[I have to cut off the heads of these puppets directly, otherwise the legs and feet that guy will use to attack me will only be more and more.] 】

However, no sooner had he than ever thought of it when a blood-stained spider silk swung down from mid-air, cutting off all the heads of all the ghosts, and then being thrown behind him like garbage!

And the remnants of the bodies of those ghosts remained in place, and continued to fight with Ichiro under the manipulation of the spider silk.

Although it looks strange to have no head......

But they don't need their heads to be tired at all, which will leave a chance for Genichiro to break the game. In Ti's opinion, under his control, these ghosts can play a thorough role.

Seeing that only the bodies of these ghosts were left in front of him, Koichiro fell into a rather difficult situation-

Once these torsos are sliced open, they will instead become more of a part to be manipulated alone, and the attacks that will become more intense will be the one that will always slip through the net and cause damage to him.

So once he decided to resist, he had to cut the torsos into pieces that were too small to be connected, but in this way, the purpose of exhaustion was achieved - he bought more time to strengthen himself.

At this moment, Genichiro finally understood why Onimai Tsuji Muru admired this evil ghost who looked like a child.

This guy's combat IQ is one level higher than those ghosts he encountered before!

This subtle manipulation ability is even more breathtaking.

[But that's fine, just get familiar with the various sword types of Wind Breath.] 】

With this in mind, Kuichiro began to use the sword shape that Masano had taught him, and the scene was like a bird dancing nimbly among a string of wind chimes.

As his dance moves became more and more standard, the tiny fragments that made up the wind chimes became more and more, and the coverage of the cyan sword qi became wider and wider.

By the time Ichiro had completely cut these demons into pieces of flesh that could not pose a threat to him, he had already completely absorbed the blood he had just taken.

But like he said, he also left a knuckle in the amount that he intended to use to turn Koichiro into a ghost.

Tired of absorbing more blood, eight tiny bulges suddenly appeared behind him, and then between the blood splashes, those bulges stretched out from the inside like aliens, and four slender and hideous spider legs grew, and the jagged edges were extremely sharp (Tang San:?) ）。

Curious about his new part, he tentatively swung a spider leg and slashed across the rock beneath him, which was suddenly split in half like a crispy biscuit, and the cross-section of more than half a meter long was extremely smooth.

"It's weird."

Tired did not indulge in the newly acquired strength.

He propped himself up with his two-meter-long spider legs and came into mid-air, looking down at Genichiro who was standing in the center of a wriggling piece of flesh from top to bottom.

"You obviously have other means to stop me, but you let me absorb this blood, and even familiarized yourself with the breathing method of the Demon Slayer in front of me."

"I don't know if you're too confident or ......"

More than a dozen huge nets suddenly appeared in various parts of the valley, completely sealing off Genichiro in this area, and the gap between the nets was so narrow that even a sparrow could not get out.

"You've already made up a net for me, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he spread out his palms and crossed in front of him like a wild orchestra conductor.

Ten cobwebs of overlapping filaments covered the string Ichiro below without warning!

Although the speed is not as fast as the bullet of the wolf, it is definitely not to be underestimated.

[One bite at a time is going to turn me into a ghost, is this kind of killing move? ] 】

[Aren't you afraid that you won't have time to infuse me with blood? 】

Ichiro complained silently, but the speed in his hands was not slow at all.

"Type Six: Black Wind Lanyan!"

Although the sword types of Wind Breath are not familiar enough to light up the icons, thanks to the previous battles with the puppet ghosts, he can already use them in a decent way.

The blade of the sword pulled out a pale cyan sword from the bottom up, slashing precisely towards the intersection of the spider silk, and when the two collided, the flexible and hard resistance of the spider web was immediately transmitted along the blade, but soon, the sound of the string breaking reached the ears of Ichiro.

The sharp blade continued upward, but with each set of crossed silks that cut off, the resistance became stronger.

It wasn't until the five sets of spider silk were cut that the knife momentum reached an obstacle and could not continue upward.

[The spider silk is several times harder than before......]

The tactile sensation of the blade is not deceiving.

Ichiro leaned out of the gap in the cobweb, and was about to launch the Ichino-type to rush to the tired side, when suddenly there was a rumbling wind behind him!

A red letter appeared in front of him.

"Dangerous!"

This means that the coming attack is simply not resistible.

In the blink of an eye, a huge shadow covered Genichiro, and he immediately instinctively fell to the ground!

The next moment, a huge rock the size of a car flew over his head, clinging to his hair.

It was a stone that had been dragged by spider silk! Once hit, the weight alone can smash a person into a pulp.

"What a quick reaction time."

I couldn't help but sigh when I was tired.

Since the stone didn't hit Genichiro, he continued to fly in the direction of tiredness.

However, the four spider spears flew up like phantoms, cutting the stone into a dozen sharp shards more than a meter long.

Each fragment was glued to a separate piece of spider silk, and under the control of the spider silk, these fragments suddenly changed their original direction, reversed their momentum, and flew towards Kuichiro, who had just risen.

At the same time, there is a sharp net squeezing in front of Ichiro, in front of him, on the left and right.