Seeing that the night was getting deeper, a few of the remaining diners also left one after another, and Yehara also said hello when he saw this, and left quickly.

That's right, the main purpose of this operation was to find food for the crumbs boss and his employees.

Before that, Yahara had thought about feeding them with his own blood, but then one thing came to mind: Onimai Tsuji had the ability to devour and assimilate the flesh of others.

His own immortal body that is not afraid of the sun is what he longs for the most, and as the most caring boss in the world in the Demon Slayer Blade, he has to be vigilant to prevent mutations from protruding.

"Zhangjia Noodle Restaurant" is located in the old town of Yanbei City, although it is old, it has the earliest economic center, department stores, trade buildings and various infrastructure facilities in Yanbei City.

And the Third People's Hospital is the destination of Yehara's trip.

Based on the impression of one of the few visits to the hospital in his mind, Yahara chose to enter through a low wall, and used the ghost king's constitution to deliberately modify his appearance, avoiding all cameras with red dots.

"The transfusion department is usually self-contained and close to the operating department."

Recalling the information he had inquired before, Yahara quickly found the location on the second floor dedicated to surgery, with the white lights and the long white corridor, as well as the family members with clouds on their faces.

The faint air of death makes this place feel like purgatory on earth.

"Let's go! Let's get it! An anxious-looking nurse hurriedly pushed open the door of the operating room, holding the documents in her hands, desperately squeezing past the waiting family members at the door.

Mixed in the crowd, Yehara silently hid in the surveillance corner, and glanced at the words inadvertently revealed on the document, "XX blood, urgent need for ......"

Seeing this, he carefully avoided the person who was lying on the ground resting with the patient, followed closely behind, and directly launched the technique with a fixed gaze: "Logic is distorted!" ”

The need to execute the order has diminished!

The nurse who originally walked with the wind froze her movements, and her speed slowed down instantly, like a crazy cat being appeased from sleep.

As the operating room grew farther away, the waiting families in the corridor became scarce.

The moment before the nurse walked through the door of the blood bank, Yahara stepped forward and grabbed her shoulder, straightening her body with barely feeling the weight, her gaze meeting her hazy eyes.

"You... Who is it? The speed of speech was slow, but the knee-jerk stress response made the nurse ask this sentence.

A finger stained with scarlet blood blocked her mouth, and a clear rust smell came from the tip of her tongue, accompanied by saliva, and the nurse swallowed unconsciously.

Clearly feeling the echo coming from the other party's body, Yehara was satisfied and let Tong Ling, the nurse who had taken his own blood, enter the blood bank.

In the case of Onimai Tsuji no Miserable, anyone who consumes the blood of Yahara can be felt by it, and the place of existence and vision are shared, so the logical distortion can perfectly manipulate her thoughts.

In this way, having a supply in the hospital can reduce a lot of the trouble of collecting blood in the future.

Taking four bags of plasma as if carrying vegetables, Yeyuan waved his hand and left, Ren Tong Ling stood at the gate of the blood bank in confusion.

Although it is an insignificant amount of blood, Yehara estimates that she can surpass her physique beyond most ordinary people, and she is really kind.

......

"Yo, Mr. No Miserable? I'm here to deliver food. Standing on his balcony with a grin, Yahara threw four bags of plasma to a few incomparably indebted ghosts with great precision.

Smelling the smell of plastic full of modernity and the blood that has long been fresh, Onimai Tsuji Mumi's face showed a touch of disgust, and said impatiently:

"Test me with this? What hell can't stand such a test?! ”

He hadn't eaten fresh flesh since the battle with Yahara in Tokyo, and all his physical strength was spent recovering from his injuries and beating the jade pot.

Hungry, he could hardly maintain even the usual manners and graces.

There are so many jade pots and cinnabar pills and Xiangkai, they have already been hungry for dozens of days before the ghost dance Tsuji, and if it weren't for the strong survival ability of the ghost's physique, I'm afraid they would have starved to death.

"Don't say that, no matter how you say it, I've worked hard to get it, you see that a few of your subordinates are not picky eaters."

Pointing to the three ghosts of the jade pot on the other side, who were drinking blood in spite of the ghost dance Tsuji's miserable face, the corners of Yahara's mouth rose, and he felt an inexplicable sense of joy.

As a ghost king that no one has been able to balance for thousands of years, Onimai Tsuji's miserable taste is not an ordinary pick. Not to mention Tong Mo, who only eats young and beautiful women.

Picking up the plasma in humiliation, the skin behind Onimai Tsuji squirmed, and a tube whip extended from his spine and inserted it into a plastic bag, maintaining the last trace of dignity.

Seeing this scene, Yahara suddenly remembered the changes in his body, but he didn't deliberately develop moves similar to those of Boss Crumb.

The skin is covered with small mouths with fangs, and then various hoses and whips extend from the skeleton, which is terrifying to think about.

However, the move of "Peak of No Earthquake" was very good, and as soon as his heart moved, Yahara remembered the fluctuations that Onimai Tsuji Muru used in the "Reverse Merge Pavilion of Everything".

If it weren't for the protection of the domain, I am afraid that half of Tokyo Prefecture would be destroyed.

......

"Boss, a total of thirteen couriers have been placed here, if it's okay, I'll leave." Saying hello to the boss of the express station, Yehara carefully looked at the order messages on his mobile phone and checked them one by one before leaving.

The day after returning from his trip, he managed to sell thirteen cards, pendants, figurines, and other goods he bought in Akihabara.

Good-looking romance

Without the Neal figure sold before, this time it made a total of 1,100 yuan.

With his first experience, he learned to hang people's appetite and polish the buyer's patience. By releasing the unimportant dried shrimp first, and then launching the bait, you can make the most of the surrounding value.

......

"Zero, let's go out to dinner tonight, and go to the store to buy you some clothes by the way." Holding the phone, Yahara smiled with his eyes, looking at the summer clothes that still had the style of the Taisho era on his body.

"Huh? But is my hair too conspicuous? ”

It is not difficult to see from yesterday's walk on the embankment that except for the old man, whose hair is withered and gray, the rest of the people here are all black hair.

Her supple and even faint silver white hair stands out from the crowd, attracting the curious eyes of everyone wherever she goes.

"It's okay, I feel good." To appease the restless little boy in her heart, Yehara gently pushed her petite back: "And you can pretend to be a cosplay, no one will hate it." ”

Hearing Yahara's words of consolation, Lingyuzi obediently followed his words and followed his footsteps out of the room.

While inexplicably relieved, Lingyuzi suddenly thought of a question:

WHAT IS COSPLAY?