Quietly taking out the evil that almost melted into the night, Yahara waited quietly for the sick leaf to make a choice.

"I... I promise! With all his strength, he spit out a few words that would determine its next fate, and the sick leaf was relieved, his face turned pale, and he even felt breathless.

Bleak thin clouds obscured the cold moonlight, and whimpering echoed in the cold wind through the dead village.

"Very good, isn't there an old saying that someone who knows the times is a junjie?" Throwing evil back and forth in his hand at will, Yahara showed a kind smile on his face: "I didn't expect you to be still a handsome man, disrespectful and disrespectful." ”

The banter and wanton jokes were in stark contrast to Fang Cai's fierce and threatening attitude, and the sick leaf's brain didn't turn around for a while, and he was a little dazed.

Taking advantage of this stunned effort, Yeyuan jumped forward, like a flying black arrow, and his fluttering palm pressed towards the Heavenly Spirit Gai of the sick leaf with a supreme sense of depression.

The first step of the transformation step is to calm the mind, followed by body shaping.

Through the combing of the transformation of Wuwei, it can effectively dispel and dissipate the blood belonging to the Onimai Tsuji in the body of the diseased leaves, so as to be infinitely close to the human physique.

Sick Ye felt a cold and light touch coming from the top of his head, as if that hand was gently plucking his soul, and the indescribable comfort spread throughout his body, like a reborn enjoyment.

That doesn't seem bad.

And the third step that followed completely shattered its ridiculous idea.

Steps to change the eating habits of ghosts: turn the stomach.

The sharp pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow came from the dense nerves of the brain, and the slightest pain that penetrated the soul made it faint instantly, and then it was awakened by incomparable pain.

A surge of pressure surrounded it, and its eyes were blackened, and it was powerless to scream.

The last step, which is crucial, is to allow the body of the diseased leaf to withstand the sun's rays.

According to Onimai Tsuji's memories, the key factor that prevented him from seeing sunlight was the lack of a medicinal herb, the "cyan flower".

The flowers only grow on the sunniest mountain tops, separated at noon, and harvested in such a demanding way that they have not been found for thousands of years.

And Yahara's idea is that the constitution of the ghosts can not grow old and die, and the fear of the sun is more like a curse blessed on them, which is an unavoidable defect.

Therefore, he wants to use the technique of logical distortion to balance, so as to perfectly give birth to a human without any trace of ghosts.

With only one last step to go, Yahara's face showed an unconcealable excitement, and his eyes burned, as if victory was in sight.

You can also get the ghost king constitution without defects!

Sick Ye was in a trance, his head was still aching, all the pain in his memory was not as strong as today, it was a pain that even death could not dissolve, and his eyes were suddenly dim.

But as a strange force pressed the limbs and hundreds of remains, black blood continued to flow out of the seven orifices, and the sick leaf felt that the power in his body was constantly being sucked away.

The feeling of weakness that gradually came reminded it of helplessness, of fear.

It wasn't until the white moonlight faded and the black night faded into a gray that the experiment was complete.

"Bang"

Yahara lit the fire that came from the butterfly house, and his shadow stretched long under the faint light.

"The Sword Comes"

"It's done now, wait for me to try the effect." The voice with a strong desire to learn came into the ears of the sick leaf, like a magic sound that made its body tremble involuntarily.

Stick the evil you have been holding on to the solid frozen soil, and the entrance will be smooth and unobstructed, like cutting into a piece of tender tofu.

Taking out the pitch-black and narrow Hinawa Knife, Yahara's face was mottled with shadows due to the firelight, and his troubles were like a hideous and terrifying demon.

"Click!"

A cold light swept by, and the Nihon Wheel Knife easily tore the diseased leaf's right hand as if it were cutting through paper.

The incision was as smooth as a mirror, and the bright red blood gushed out like a fountain, which was shocking.

The sick leaf was stunned for a moment, and then continued to scream in pain, covering the severed arm and sweating at the door of his head.

After patiently observing for a few minutes, it became clear to Yahara that there were no signs of burning or fresh flesh sprouts at the fracture, and that blood was bubbling and flowing.

This means that from now on, the sick leaves no longer have the physique of immortality.

Noticing that the diseased leaf's face was pale, Yahara picked up the severed hand on the ground, and quickly used the reversal technique to connect the nerves and blood vessels, and soon the broken tissue was restored again.

Seeing the endless methods of the night plain, the sick leaves only had infinite respect and fear in their hearts, and they didn't dare to give birth to other ideas.

Then comes the most critical step: testing your ability to withstand sunlight.

Like carrying a chicken to the slaughter, Yahara finds a well-preserved house to the west, far away.

Putting up a wooden stake on the ground and tying it with hemp rope to expose the small half of the sick leaf's body under the eaves, Yahara watched the show with anticipation.

Time passed minute by minute, the cold in the air gradually declined, losing the strong physique of the ghost, and the sick leaves were numb to the nerves at this time, and the brain was in chaos.

When the first rays of sunlight hit the diseased leaves, the stiff and cold skin felt a trace of warmth for the first time in a long time.

Yahara couldn't help but approach, staring at the moment when the miracle came with wide eyes.

Unfortunately, after two or three minutes of stalemate, a wisp of green smoke floated from the bare skin of the diseased leaves exposed to the sun, like a lit haystack that filled the whole body in the blink of an eye.

"Help me!"

Perhaps Yahara's technique played a role, and the sick leaf was not immediately burned by the sun, but was asking him for help.

It's just that there is no sick leaf screaming in his eyes, and his expression is distressed, thoughtful, as if he is thinking about the strength of the next adjustment.

At this moment, the sick leaf didn't know who to hate in his heart.

Is it the owner who kicked himself out of the casino and the boy? Or is it the Onimai Tsuji no Misery who has given himself blood and strength?

In short, I never seem to have failed in the choice of major things, and the more I look like the choice of hope, the closer I am to death.

I see, I hope I won't be deceived again in the next life.

Silently looking at the sick leaves on the ground that had turned to ashes in the wail, Yahara was indifferent.

Ever since he saw the ghost's insane and cruel taste, he had already given it a death notice.

If it weren't for the fact that it was to get the experiment, it would have been killed at the first sight, and it would not have been delayed until now.

Contentedly recording data in the notebook he carried with him, Yehara embarked on the journey against the rising sun, and he needed to rest after a tiring night's work.

It's just that...... Isn't it too bloody to fiddle with that ghost's desire to survive at will, and suddenly feel like a villain, what's wrong?

Against the warmer sunlight overhead, Yahara couldn't help but laugh.

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