Staircase opening.

The two of them did not move at the same time, as if the air had frozen.

“… Miscellaneous. ”

The movement of Qi Yue going downstairs stiffened, he looked at the sorrowful Mingyu downstairs, and the hand holding the escalator instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

He opened his mouth slightly, his eyes trembling in dismay.

In the blue-black eyes, the magnificent appearance of the Sorrowful Mingyu is reflected.

Although the body of Beimingyu is much stronger than ten years ago, but-

He only felt a chill rushing up to his head, he was flustered in his heart, and he subconsciously wanted to retreat and escape.

- The face with white eyes and a long scar on the forehead, he recognized it at a glance!

Probably, ten years ago!

The monk who adopted himself in the dilapidated temple is him!

Yueyue's breathing became rapid, and cold sweat couldn't stop bubbling on his body, but his legs were like being filled with lead, and he couldn't move.

Why?!

His mood changed from surprise to horror.

Why is this guy on the Ghost Slayer Team?!

He took a deep breath and his scalp tingled.

- Shouldn't he be defined as a murderer and have long since died in prison?!

……

Under the stairs.

Grief Mingyu Xingming raised his head and observed Yueyue.

The expression on his face seemed to be a little surprised.

This kid...

Memories came flooding back in an instant.

Yes... It's him.

Eight years ago - the child who was adopted by himself as a member of the family.

Extinguished the temple wisteria smoke and brought the ghost into the temple for the child.

A child who allows himself to see the nature of a child.

After opening the transparent world, Beimingyu's observation of everything is clearer.

He watched the speeding heartbeat of Mikaku.

The two were almost confronted, silent for a long time.

Just when Miyue gritted his teeth, his head was covered with cold sweat, and he was about to be unable to hold back, and wanted to forcibly pretend to ignore Beimingyu and go downstairs directly.

Beimingyu's hands were slightly folded, he burst into tears, and the green tendons were faintly bulging at his temples:

"You..." His voice was thick and deep, so frightened that Miyue suddenly stopped, and once again did not dare to move.

Yue Yue stared at the movements of Sorrowful Mingyu.

- You? What? What do you want to ask?

He was breathing heavily.

- Did you come to me to ask for your guilt?!

Thinking of this, he panicked and anxious for a while, and couldn't stabilize his mind for a while, so he immediately straightened up, his eyes dodging and shouting:

"I didn't do anything wrong..."

But the voice of Grief Mingyu sounded with him:

"Do you want to be a swordsman..."

Hear the words.

Mao Yue, who was shouting with his mouth open, was suddenly stunned, what he wanted to say was choked in his mouth, and he opened his mouth forcefully but didn't say anything.

looked at Grief Mingyu in disbelief.

In a suffocating atmosphere.

Miyue slowly closed his mouth, frowned tightly, and almost squeezed out of his throat:

“… Well. ”

Hearing Yueyue's reply, Sorrowful Mingyu nodded as if he hadn't heard a word in front of him.

It's just the hand holding the Buddha beads, pinching it white.

The red Buddha beads in his hand fluttered:

"That's right."

Then, he spread his legs and walked up the stairs step by step.

Tread, tread.

The sound of heavy footsteps resounded in his ears, and he was sweating profusely, and he took a step back in a panic.

Trample.

In the end, Wai Mingyu walked to the corner of the stairs, he stopped beside Miao, and a huge shadow instantly enveloped Miao.

Goo.

He didn't dare to move, he froze in place, never thinking that the emaciated monk ten years ago would become as strong as he is today.

He swallowed hard, sweat from nervousness soaking the clothes on his back.

Sadness Mingyu shook the Buddha beads and didn't say a word.

In the end, when Mitsugaku's panicked face turned pale, and he seemed to be about to collapse to the ground.

He spoke slowly.

"That."

Sorrowful Mingyu took a step towards the second floor, his Buddhist beads swaying with the movement of his body:

"Go for it."

After speaking.

Trample.

Heavy footsteps crossed the mountain and gradually moved away.

He held his breath.

After standing still for a while, he couldn't hear the footsteps of Sorrowful Mingyu at all.

"Poof... Call... Ha... Ha...! ”

With his legs limp, he fell to his knees in the stairwell, his hands on the ground in front of him, like a drowning fish, gulping for air.

The sweat on his forehead dripped to the ground, and his eyes were full of horror and the emotions of the aftermath of the catastrophe.

- That guy just now, if he wanted to kill himself...

- It's definitely a breeze!

With that in mind, he raised his head and looked ahead.

If you want to get stronger, you have to practice hard - there has always been only one reason.

- Stay alive.

No matter what the situation, you can survive.

As long as you live, you will definitely be the one who wins in the end.

This is the idea that Mikaku has upheld to this day.

Eight years ago, the ghost was introduced into the temple just so that he could survive.

After some time.

Click, click.

He staggered up from the stairwell, stood up, and leaned against the handrail.

His expression was full of unwillingness and hatred.

He gritted his teeth and muttered to himself, looking back in the direction of the second floor:

"Ahh I don't need you to say it..."

"I'll try..."

"Become stronger than you..."

By that time - if you want to kill me again, it will be impossible!

Suddenly, Mitsuki's eyes became fierce.

No!

By that time...

He'll strike first.

With this in mind, he staggered to the courtyard.

……

……

Second floor.

Grief Mingyu walked in the corridor, feeling the breath of the people in the wards in the corridor.

The changes in Yueyue's body just now were all seen by him in his heart.

The bulging green tendons were still jumping near the temples.

No matter what kind of person you are, you will have your bad nature exposed in the event of life and death.

This is especially true for children.

They are pure, weak, casually lying, acting cruelly without care.

The scene eight years ago, now that I think about it, even if he has been reciting Buddhist scriptures all year round, he still has uncontrollable anger welling up in his heart.

The moment he saw Miaoyue, the anger that surged into his heart almost drowned out reason.

With that in mind.

Smack.

Grief Mingyu clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name silently.

Then.

At the other end of the hallway.

Holding the two children, Tanjuro, noticed the arrival of the sad Mingyu.

"Mr. Grief Mingyu?"

……

……

Meanwhile.

The hidden logistics office that Grief Mingyu does not know.

At this time, it is time to recruit new team members.

The new members of the hidden team are generally selected by the swordsmen who dare not participate in the final selection, or the personnel who rushed to hide from the beginning.

"What's your name?"

The person in charge of the registration officer's name looked at the young girl in front of him, his brows furrowed slightly, and then he sighed helplessly:

"Age? Want to join the hidden reason? ”

The girl was wearing the hidden uniform she had just received, her expression was serious, and she held her tone:

"Sha, Shadai, twelve!"

She was a little nervous, and the sweat on her forehead betrayed the panic in her heart:

"I, I want to find someone who is very tall and thin, surnamed Beimingyu."

As he spoke, Sayo snapped his eyes shut and shouted as if he had accepted his fate:

"I want to apologize to him!"

Mikaku will die

(End of chapter)