At this time, in the luxurious and bright room, a situation of opposition between one person, one ghost and one corpse was formed.

Zero's beautiful eyes flashed a hint of strangeness, and then quickly returned to their original state, her eyes were full of fear, pointing to the corpse on the ground, and pretending to be afraid and said:

"Guest, just now, a shadow suddenly flashed, and then、And then killed him, so I ......"

From the perspective of the puppet, it was shown that the time when the man in front of him disappeared coincided with the time he killed the person on the ground.

Therefore, if you don't gather all the puppets yourself, reducing the probability of conflict is the best choice.

And the lord explained that he must protect this bright inn.

Looking at the little face pale, adding a little bit of pity to the temperament of Zero, Yehara was slightly touched in his heart, and then quickly calmed down.

If he hadn't developed the perspective ability of [Distorted Demon Eye] through the Trinity War, he might have been deceived by her.

However, this is not a ridiculous nonsensical love routine, but a chaotic era where a little relaxation of vigilance will kill Huangquan!

The outside was still bustling with people, in stark contrast to the dead silence in the room.

I have to say, it's the same ghost, standing in front of him twisting the corners of his clothes, Chu Chu's poor zero child just looks more pleasing to the eye than the sick leaves, and sure enough, white hair is always a plus?

It's just a pity that in order to study the secret of the ghost's physique, there is a high probability that she will have to be sacrificed.

"There's no one else here, don't pretend to be pathetic anymore, tell me what your real name is?" Pulling a chair casually, Yahara asked himself without looking at the corpse lying on the ground.

Zero's pupils contracted, his small mouth opened slightly, a little overwhelmed, and he whispered: "Guest, you, you..."

At the same time, she desperately called out to all the puppets to surround the room.

The light of the eyes drooped.

Yahara wanted to laugh a little, didn't he have the intuition to prepare for battle after all this point?

How did Onimai Tsuji take a fancy to her and distribute her blood?

No longer bothering with her, Yahara urged to distort the Demon Eye, a little red light covered the eyes, and a majestic and domineering pressure spread like a tide.

The left and right eyes met on the corpse on the ground, and the powerful tearing force made it shatter like a lifelike porcelain, and blood mixed with internal organs and fragments flew onto the walls of the room.

Of course, the closer Zero will inevitably suffer from the impact, and the exquisite kimono on his body and face are stained with bright red blood, adding a bit of a strange and terrifying feeling.

Stretching out his white jade palm to wipe the blood on his face, Zero sighed: "Although I don't know the details of the guest, repeated provocations will always make people angry!" ”

As the last word was shouted, there was also a strange change in Zero's body.

The smooth forehead was full of green tendons, two small ghost horns slowly emerged, symmetrical red lines appeared on both sides of the cheeks, and the whites of the eyes were dyed scarlet blood.

And the position of the eyeballs is impressively engraved with the number: "Lower strings!" ”

"Please listen to my name, Zero-Yuzi!" A clear voice with anger sounded, and the momentum of a ghost began to emerge in her petite body.

Yahara was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but be ecstatic, but he didn't expect that the more he went to Tokyo, the more he would encounter powerful ghosts, and he encountered two lower strings in a row, which was too lucky.

I just don't know what the ghost dance Tsuji has in mind.,As the zero-remnant of the lower strings, the momentum shown is actually stronger than the sick leaf.。

Worthy of a moody crumb boss.

The wooden door behind him exploded, and a sharp knife with cold light pierced straight into Yahara's body in the sawdust, as if it had been prepared for a long time.

The cold hairs on his back stood up, and the night plain lowered his center of gravity, turned his body to the left, and threw the comer away with a flick of his hand.

"Bang!"

The sound of a sack falling to the ground was accompanied by a tooth-aching squeak, like the rust of a robot's parts.

"The First Evolution"

Yahara looked at Sakurako lying on the ground struggling to get up, and twisted her fair and slender neck, and with the misalignment of her head, a large pile of parts scattered from under the beautiful skin.

Sure enough, Sakurako is also a puppet who has been programmed.

And the Zero Yuzi who was standing on the side trembled, in fact, she had already planned to control Sakurako to break into the door, using her sharp nails to pinch Yahara.

However, in an instant, a murderous aura erupted from Yahara's body, and each breath was full of dozens of lives, so thick that she was suffocated, her whole body was paralyzed, and her underwear was soaked with sweat.

And this also means that the mysterious man in front of him has killed far more humans than himself.

As a ghost, he killed people to survive, but why did he commit such a serious killing vow?

A memory that didn't belong to me suddenly came to my mind, in the dim jungle, this man was holding a long knife wrapped in flames, as powerful as a killing god.

"Ahh Lingyuzi squatted down with her head in her arms, and the intense swelling pain gave her the illusion that her head was about to crack.

"Are you alright? I haven't done it yet? Yehara looked at the rest of the child curiously, and muttered in his heart, it was the first time he had seen such an inexplicable ghost.

Based on the understanding of the sorcerer in the spell return war, under normal circumstances, the ontological combat ability of the control god and the puppet is weak.

Looking at the sky outside, it has entered the deepest hour of the night, and I am afraid it will be too late to drag it on.

After making up his mind, Yahara approached Lingyuzi unhurriedly, pressed her forehead with a big hand, and began the second experiment with the two major techniques of Wuwei Transformation and Logic Distortion.

Soon, the iconic ghost horn on the head of the Zero Yuzi retracted into his body, and his forehead returned to a smooth and smooth appearance.

After going through the second step, Lingyuzi relaxed all his body, and was fascinated by the taste of massaging the soul. It wouldn't be bad if it could go on forever, she couldn't help but think.

But the third step that followed shattered her naïve thoughts, like the sharp pain of thousands of steel needles piercing her flesh, frantically plucked the nerves of her brain, and even death became the most beautiful enjoyment.

However, to the surprise of Yehara, the reaction of Zero Yuzi in these two steps was calmer than that of the sick leaves.

Although there were constant drips of sweat on her head, she always remained awake and did not fall into madness.

That's right, the corners of Yahara's mouth were raised, and he was a little happy, maybe there would be a new discovery in this.

Except for the last test of sunlight resistance, all the steps have been completed, and Yahara can't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

And the little more than Zixiang who fell to the ground was drenched in sweat, his short ear-length white hair was stained with sweat and clinging to his cheeks, his eyes were blank, and he looked extremely weak, as if he would faint at any time.

Looking out the window, the sky has begun to glow white, and the sun is about to come out.

The bustle downstairs has long since disappeared, and the streets are sparsely populated, leaving only puppets pretending to be ordinary residents falling in groups at the base of the wall, presumably being treated as drunk drunkards.

Yahara pulled up the remnants and picked her up by the waist and placed her on the edge of the window, ready for the final experiment.

And Zero Yuko also seems to realize Yahara's thoughts, and struggles to roll into the shadows under the windowsill to avoid the sun.

But the other party was obviously prepared, and his limbs were stiff and couldn't move.

A milky white sunlight representing new life spread through the gray clouds to the town, dispelling the haze and affecting the trembling delicate body of Zero.

Her eyes were closed, her eyelashes twitching, waiting for the moment of warmth and death.

It's just that the sun is so dazzling......

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