A hundred years ago, the depressed appearance of Soul Street was no different from today. It seems to be a place abandoned by the world, where beggars, scavengers, and hungry spirits roam the place. It's no surprise that nothing happens here, and the humanity that hangs on the face has become vanished in this no-brainer's corner.

However, at this time, there was a young man who was out of place here, dressed in clean white, and his face was not dirty, except for a slight redness.

He walked in the middle of the road with staggering steps, belching from time to time. The geists around him stared at him, but the boy only sneered at him with contempt.

The boy walked for a long time with a staggering pace, and finally fell into the depths of a gloomy alley, and the bottle he was holding came out of his hand. The smell of filth filled his nostrils, but instead of getting up immediately, he grinned. He didn't know why he was laughing, he just felt like he couldn't control his face, he couldn't stop the inner desire to vent.

He laughed more and more fiercely, until the dust covered his face, and tears flowed down his eyes, still unable to stop laughing.

"You're here." A figure in a wheelchair slowly leaned out of the shadows, "Looks like you've already figured it out, so let's talk about your answer now."

The boy turned over with great difficulty, lay on his back on the ground, and reached out to wipe his face, which was wet with tears, but wiped his face with dirt.

"You know, the evil ghost you talked about, the flower of the eight thousand streams." The boy coughed a few times and exhaled a breath of wine, "I really feel like she's lost in my hands. Obviously, she crashed into my sword herself, but I somehow became the captain of the Eleventh Team, taking over the name of Kenpachi." The boy is the shadow of the night, and he has never drunk a drop of wine, and he drank wine today, because of the words of the flower.

"yes, it's the first time I've heard of it." The other party seems to be very familiar with U no Hana, "She has never shown mercy to people. It seems that she is really optimistic about you and thinks that you can succeed Kenpachi......

"You know what!" The night shadow shouted, he burped, and interrupted the other party's words with a red face, "It doesn't matter if I'm Kenpachi or not, whether I'm the strongest god of death in the Corpse Soul Realm, that's not what I want." He seemed to have used all his strength after shouting this, and fell back to the ground, "If you really want me to become Kenpachi, then why don't you fight me with real swords. What is the difference between the eight names of the sword that Bai gave me and a blank piece of paper?"

The man thought it was a little interesting, and stared at the shadow of the night burp with interest, "This is what you want?"

"I don't want anything." Night stretched out his hand weakly to hold something, ", Battle Genius, hehe. What Kenpachi, what is the captain of the Eleventh First Team, or what is the proud protégé of Yamamoto Shigekuni, what is the use of these. Uno Hana Senpai is right about one thing, these are shackles, binding my feet and pressing on my shoulders, they want to break me."

"Looks like you've figured it out." The man was satisfied with the answer of the shadow of the night.

"What do you think you want to do?" The shadow of the night smacked her lips as if to recall, "What new world?"

The man chuckled, "A whole new world, a world that is not bound by any morals and ethics."

"Eh-" Nightshade smirked with her flushed face up, "Sounds interesting. But I said, uncle, you can't seem to do it alone, changing the world or something, it's not something that can be done with words."

"Of course I can't." The man had long expected that the shadow of the night would say, "You are the one who really changes the world."

I laughed out loud when I heard the man's words, "Me? Change the world?" He almost burst out laughing, "Don't joke about Senpai. I can't even change myself, and you still want me to change the world?"

"You'll understand." The man left this sentence and wanted to hide, "Here in three days, I will take you to meet an old friend, who can help you."

The shadow of the night raised his eyes, which were a little blurred by alcohol, and there was no one around. "Huh," Yadu chuckled nonchalantly, then fell to the ground and yawned.

"Really, the morning captain still sees the outside like this," in the present world, towing the boat

Kiryu carried a huge spoon and pinched his waist with one hand, "I was also in the Spirit King's Palace before, so it's good to tell me no directly, I have to play riddles with me to make me think he has something else in mind."

"Hayami-sama also has his own difficulties, Captain Trolling, understand." The shadow of the night was holding a knife, as if he suddenly remembered something, "By the way, Lord Morning asked me to bring you a message."

"What?" Kiryu's face was full of curiosity.

"If the captain of the boat gets out of the way, I can spare your life in the past." Yadu said such chilling words with a smile on his face, "But I guess the captain of the boat won't get out of the way so easily."

Kiryu was stunned for a moment, and the smile on his face gradually dissipated, "That's true, the previous captain in the morning would not have said such a thing."

"What? What are you?" Nirvana looked at the Chosen One in front of him, his face cloudy.

I saw that the body of the white-clothed man in front of Nirvana kept trembling, and his steps unconsciously retreated, "Don't, don't look at me. I can't do it, please."

"Huh?" Nirvana's heart was full of doubts, but she still reached out and tinkered with something in her sleeve.

"Be careful, Captain Nirvana." Tezuka reminded in a loud voice, "Everyone in the present world and the Corpse Soul Realm has already come into contact with the Chosen One. I haven't seen this person in another reality, but the fact that he can join the City of Wild Words means that he must have some special abilities."

Nirvana snorted, "I need you to talk about it." He took out a small, strangely shaped bottle from his sleeve, squeezed the wax mark on the mouth of the bottle with one hand, and a green gas slowly wafted out of it, with a disgusting smell permeating the area.

"Hey, Hayami-sama asked me to pay more attention to Captain Nirvana," Yadu Akuage turned his head sideways, "but I don't think there's anything wrong with handing it over to Mizugata Nayuta." So be it, Captain Troll. So as not to get hurt by mistake, how about we go over there and talk alone?"

"What else do you want to talk about?" Kiryu didn't have the heart to laugh at this time.

"Don't be so cold, weren't you happy to see me just now?" Yadu tilted his head and thought, "By the way, if I said that if I defeated me and I would be able to see Hayami-sama, you wouldn't refuse."