Moonlight shone across the night sky, casting a white veil over the dark streets.

In the darkness of the night, two figures were quietly touching the street from the corner, as if looking for something.

in the ruins of a house.

"Whew... It's finally been demolished..."

Holding a bomb, the honey glass of Ganlu Temple, who had just finished wiping the sweat on his head, slowly breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against the broken wall behind him.

Defuse the bomb next to the one of the upper strings...

Cold sweat flowed from the forehead of the honey glass of Ganlu Temple.

- She almost had the idea of giving up and throwing the bomb at the six-eyed ghost!

- But considering the distance and the problem of easy injury, I didn't throw it in the end.

- I don't know what happened to Mr. Kamato and Mr. Purgatory, I just defeated the Twelve Ghost Moon... And now again...

Then again, six eyes! It's scary, it's disgusting!

Thinking like this, she nervous inside.

Suddenly.

The honey glass of Ganlu Temple found that the sound of the blade collision, which had been continuous since just now, had stopped.

And now it doesn't ring again.

She was stunned for a moment.

"Huh?"

Honey Glass, who was hiding in the ruins, poked her head out, and she scanned the surroundings to find that the one of the upper strings that had been standing outside her bunker just now had disappeared:

"Huh? Huh? Ganlu Temple looked left and right in a bit of a daze.

"That six-eyed ghost..."

"No... It's gone? ”

In her arms was the bomb that stopped counting down.

"It's an ambush... Still is... Ran away? ”

Ganlu Temple was puzzled and stood up from behind the ruins.

She tilted her head slightly, noticing the two standing in the middle of the street:

"Ahh It's Mr. Purgatory! And that Uncle Kamato! ”

They were standing there, not knowing what they were talking about.

Both of their knives had been put away, and it seemed as if they were fine.

The crow also landed on Mr. Purgatory's shoulder!

- Great! Both of them look fine!

Turning over the ruins, Miri of Ganlu Temple held the bomb and waved her hands and ran towards the two people:

"Mr. Purgatory——!"

The two people who were talking heard shouts from the side and looked in the direction of Ganlu Temple.

"Ganlu Temple!" Purgatory Kyojuro turned his head, he saw Mi Li's appearance that was fine, and smiled and breathed a sigh of relief:

"You're alright! That's great! ”

"Hmmm! Mr. Purgatory and Mr. Kamado too! Ganlu Temple Miri ran in front of the two, panting, and nodded vigorously, she looked at Tanjuro on the side, and hesitated:

"Mr. Kamato, that ghost just now has been..."

"He left."

Tanjuro exhaled and looked at where Black Death Mou was standing just now, and he said this:

"He can still fight, but he's gone."

"Now, there shouldn't be any ghosts around."

Click.

He held the hilt of the wedge-maru, and the original scabbard of the Nichiren knife was empty.

Black Death Mou is gone, and he is very decisive.

Tanjuro was a little surprised, he had just cut off one of his arms.

Just to test yourself? But it doesn't seem necessary...

Although it is not clear what happened to the other party.

But this time, I finally managed to get through it.

I can't let my guard down, after the black death Mou returns, Wu Miao will know my fake identity.

If this is the case, then Wu Miao will inevitably strike again.

It's troublesome.

Tanjuro thought as he sighed slightly, feeling a little tired in his heart.

- Just find a way to kill Wu Miao in advance...

Come back to your senses.

Miri of Ganroji held the bomb, her eyes moving back and forth between Kyojuro and Tanjuro in Purgatory.

- So strong!

- Both of them are so strong!

"I see!" Hearing Tanjuro's words, Miri of Ganlu Temple nodded slightly, with some frustration in her tone, and she looked at the bomb in her arms:

"I'm sorry... I'm a team member, but I can't help anything..."

"I've been hiding behind the rubble..."

Syllable!

"Ganlu Temple! No need to apologize! ”

Purgatory Kyojuro stretched out his hand and patted Ganlu Temple's shoulder, his orange eyes were shining, and he smiled and comforted Ganlu Temple:

"The first time you went on a mission, you did enough!"

"The rest of the team is all right with your help, isn't it!"

Kyojuro's gaze fell on the arms of Ganlu Temple, which was a time bomb that had been dismantled:

"You also defused the bomb and avoided more casualties, which is very good!"

As he spoke, he raised his head, laughed twice, and patted his chest:

"It's me!"

"As a first-class player, in the battle with the Twelve Ghost Moons, you can only watch from the sidelines!"

"I'm ashamed!"

Purgatory Kyojuro's thick black sword eyebrows were raised, and his piercing eyes turned his head and glanced at Tanjuro Kamado:

"I really want to find a crack in the ground to get into!"

Although he said this, at this moment, Xingjuro's heart was extremely turbulent.

After seeing that kind of battle, he couldn't wait to go back and strengthen his training!

- As long as it's strong enough to be like Mr. Kamato.

- Even a father must be moved!

It seems to be aware of the increasingly hot gaze of Kyojuro in Purgatory.

Tanjuro and Kyojuro glanced at each other, he shook the hilt of the knife and did not speak.

The strong body has not faded, and he still maintains the moment of physical strength at this moment.

Blood is rushing through the body.

As long as there is enough resurrection power to fill his body, he will always remain in this state.

While this doesn't fundamentally solve his own problems, it's enough for now.

But... It would be better to find a way to directly replenish his own body.

"Mr. Purgatory..."Hearing this, Miri of Ganlu Temple held the bomb and looked at Purgatory Xingjulang with teary eyes, and her tone was full of gratitude: "Thank you...!" ”

Just as a few people were talking.

Behind them, not far away.

Rustling...

Slight footsteps were heard.

“… Got it! A very small voice sounded slightly.

A young man dressed in white feathers, with white hair on the top of his head and blue hair, was secretly squatting on the ground.

On his forehead, there was a piece of paper with his eyes on it.

It seems that because of this piece of paper, the three Tanjuro, who were standing not far away, didn't seem to notice the situation here.

Next to the man, a beautiful woman in a dark purple kimono also squatted there.

"Lord Zhushi, you don't have to come here for this kind of dangerous thing, I'll just do it alone."

Yushiro turned his head sideways, and he said to Zhu Shi beside him, lowering his voice, covering his mouth slightly with his hand, and his tone was full of worry:

"It's troublesome to be discovered by those ghost hunters, my blood ghost magic is just a trick, and it can't hide us perfectly."

"Besides, the Twelve Ghost Moon has just left, it's too dangerous..."

"It's okay, Yushiro." Zhu Shi just shook her head slightly, her lilac eyes lowered as if shrouded in mist:

"It's fine."

"It's something we have to do."

As he spoke, Zhu Shi reached out and took out a delicate wooden box from the sleeve of his kimono and opened it gently.

Smack.

From it, she pulled out a delicately crafted needle with a sharp tip but a storage space at the handle.

Zhu Shi lowered his head and looked in front of the two of them.

On the ground in front of the two of them, they were lying.

- Amazingly, Fang was just cut off by Tanjuro's knife, and it belonged to the half of the arm of the Black Death Mou.

Zhu Shi placed a scalpel-shaped needle on top of the half-amputated arm.

Press slightly firmer.

Poof!

With the sound of a knife blade entering the flesh came.

Swish!

Tanjuro, who had their backs to them in front of them, turned their heads sharply and looked at them.