"My lord, what should I do next?"

The black-haired ghost casually threw Chuanyu next to Aoi Branch, and then suddenly spoke respectfully.

At this time, on the roof of the cabin, facing the blizzard, stood a man wearing a black patterned suit and a white top hat.

The face that appeared under the brim of the hat was extremely handsome.

The wind and snow did not blow his hair or wrinkle his neat clothes.

This person's name is Onimai Tsuji no miserable, and he is the original ghost that existed thousands of years ago, and he is also the absolute ruler of ghosts, the king of ghosts.

Ghost Dance Tsuji lowered his head slightly, with an inexplicable look in his eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

In a flash, he appeared in the house, facing away from the river.

Onimai Tsuji looked at his toes, which were a little red, because the place where he was standing was blood-colored.

It seems that the protector of the Zaomen family is really dead.

"It's bloody, brunette, be elegant."

The black-haired ghost hurriedly knelt on the ground, ignoring the blood and dust on the ground, he trembled all over, completely different from the invincible appearance just now, and his hideous face was full of fear.

"My lord forgives me, my subordinates will definitely pay attention next time."

However, Ghost Dance Tsuji said flatly, "You don't have a next time. ”

The black-haired ghost froze, and the fear on his face became heavier.

"Adult ............"

Before he could finish his sentence, a thick arm burst out of his mouth violently, causing the black-haired ghost to suffer.

Ghosts are no different from ordinary people in terms of pain.

And the black-haired ghost, who had died, gradually turned into red-black ashes, and dissipated into this wooden house in the wind and snow.

Until death, Onimai Tsuji didn't look at him once.

Kimai Tsuji first looked at Aoi and Kawaru, and then at the corpses of You Douzi and the others on the other side.

At this time, he seemed to see his favorite target, and his eyes lit up.

"This little girl, you will carry my expectations and become a ghost and live."

Ghost Dance Tsuji's target is a little girl with round cheeks the size of a palm.

Her black and white pupils became dull, and her originally fair and shiny baby fat face became pale and sickly due to blood loss.

And on the little face of Your Bean, there is still a happy smile when you sleep next to your family.

In their sleep, they had their necks broken, and they felt no pain.

With a slight movement of footsteps, Onimai Tsuji walked towards Youdouzi.

But he felt a tightening at his ankles, and then Onimai Tsuji snapped and stopped.

Onimai Tsuji looked down and saw that Kawaru was holding his ankles tightly with his blood-stained hands.

"Huh? Is there still consciousness? ”

Oni Dance Tsuji is a little strange, he knows the movements of the black-haired ghost just now, those five fingers are like steel, and they have broken the bones of the face when the river flows, and if no one treats this kind of injury, he will definitely die.

It's just that this kind of serious injury can still retain consciousness to block itself.

"It's useless to be weak, but I like this one for the last struggle of my relatives." Onimai Tsuji said with interest.

And when the river flowed, his consciousness had not yet completely fallen into darkness, but it was also blurred, and he lost the ability to think.

Onimai Tsuji squatted down and whispered to Kawashi.

"It looks painful now, let it go, death is also a relief, you can't change all this."

"Remember, weakness is the greatest original sin."

At this moment, the breath of life at the time of the river had completely passed away, and the body had become stiff.

Onimai Tsuji stood up and moved his legs to break free of Kawaru's hands, and his whole body slid as he slid as he slid with the powerful force of Kawaru.

But when the river is still tight, he doesn't relax his grip on Onimai Tsuji's ankles.

Onimai Tsuji tried again and found that the results were the same.

He shook his head, and then with a flick of his palm, a cold light flashed, and his flowing arms, from his shoulders to his fingertips, were all shattered, and he could no longer grab Onimai Tsuji.

"It's kind of interesting to not let go even if you're dead."

"In that case...... I'm going to turn you and that girl into ghosts and work for me together in the future where you grow up. ”

Onimai Tsuji slashed his wrist open, and a line of blood floated out of the wound, and then split in two in the air, one into the river and the other into the mouth of the bean.

"I look forward to meeting you again."

Onimai Tsuji pressed down her top hat slightly, then her figure flickered and disappeared into the dilapidated room.

All that was left was blood, corpses, and a pair of demonized siblings.

**

Hungry! Hungry! Hungry! Hungry! Hungry!

After a while, Chuan Liushi slowly opened his eyes, and there seemed to be a touch of blood in his vision.

At this moment, his arms had recovered, the five bloody holes on his cheeks, and the cracks in his bones were gone, and there was no damage left on his body.

Onimai Tsuji used his own blood to transform Kawayushi into a ghost.

Except for some special means that can be restrained, ghosts are basically immortal, and it is easy to recover from injuries.

At this time, Chuan Liu's consciousness was still blurred, and his body's instincts dominated him, eating the blood on the ground.

Soon, unwilling to accept the blood stain in front of him, he followed the blood when the river flowed, and he found the source of the blood.

It was a face he would never forget, it was Aoi Eda.

Blood was spilling down Aoi's neck.

When he saw Aoi's pale and godless cheeks, Kawaru's heart shook violently, and he instantly sobered up.

"What did I do?"

At this moment, what he had done before was clearly displayed in Chuanliu's mind, which made him fall into painful resistance.

He clutched his hands around his mouth, letting out a low hiss of pain from his throat.

But after a few seconds of awakening, the sweetness of the blood smelled stronger, and the hunger in the belly was far from satisfied.

The consciousness was blurred again, and the eyes of the river, different from the previous red, gradually became blood-red.

He struggled to control his body, trying to stay away from Aoi.

But the nature of the ghost is even stronger, so that the river can't be suppressed, let go of the hands covering the mouth, and then open the bloody mouth, revealing the sharp fangs inside.

Chuanrushi's face was full of pain and distorted, but he slowly approached Aoi-eda.

The corners of his mouth were cracked to the limit, and he was about to bite off.