The legs that had been discarded became comfortable under the filling and recovery of flesh and blood.

Although his thin physique has not changed much, he has gradually shed his sickly weakness.

His face and limbs seem to be changing...

Tends to be deformed or some other organs grow.

But with the outbreak of personal will, the cells in his veins that belonged to the miserable suddenly died quickly.

So much so that on his skin, only black blood vessels appeared, and after a moment of wriggling, they disappeared.

Hao slowly stood up, and his appearance did not have the slightest trace of a 'ghost'.

Even the most obvious ghost eyes are the same as before.

It's just that... His breath changed.

Let the flame pillar and the water pillar aim the Hinawa knife at him at the same time.

The man in front of him... Turned into a ghost.

"Hehehe..."

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he smiled slightly as he looked at the descendants of the ghost hunting family with obvious hair color and the young swordsman with the characteristics of the 'water column'.

It is related to the breathing method, as if the person who cultivates the breathing of water has always been calm and calm, which is very consistent with this breathing method.

And the breath of fire is the kind of strong, fast, energy-filled move...

From the moment the two broke in, their respective behaviors and treatments were very suitable for their identities and personalities.

Wake up!

Suddenly, the city guard's hand holding the knife tightened, and he stood up facing them, that is, with his back to the upper winding army.

At this time, the number in the eyeballs of the upper string has been completely revealed, obviously breaking free from the state of 'dementia', and has raised a hand silently, sweeping to the top of Hazy's head.

It seems that he is ready to slap the man who has just evolved into a ghost and beat him to pieces.

Neither he nor Tenjuro reminded him.

It's also not clear that the relationship between the hazy and the upper strings.

"Not a swordsman of the Demon Slayer Team."

"This man is just trying to get his own 'blood'!"

After the Upper String Warrior came to his senses, he instantly judged the situation.

He had just scattered some of his remaining consciousness and heard the conversation of several people.

He also thought that the hazy was with these two pillars.

In fact, if a man asks him for alms, he can take the initiative to transform him into a ghost... After all, the combat power shown by Hao is worth appreciating.

But this way of using himself as a tool and calculating it made Reimaru very dissatisfied.

He is a member of the ranks, a person who has been personally chosen by Lord Wumiao.

What did a mere human think of him?!

The most important thing is that he didn't expect that he would be 'controlled' by the man with his bare hands in an instant, and thus lose his 'spirit' for a short time, this kind of embarrassment is something he has never encountered since he became a ghost, and he needs to find the field!

Therefore, looking at the faint back that was close at hand, Mireimaru's eyes were bloodshot, and a wave of anger rushed straight to his brain.

"Die."

Mireimaru burst into a loud shout, and the big hand that hit down hard suddenly pinched Hazy's head.

These two ghosts are infighting.

"Hmm..."

The clouds seemed light and breezy, and the afterglow in the corners of his eyes was lightly brushed.

The black haori swayed.

Then, the pupils of Tenjuro and Ichii on the opposite side shrank like the eyes of a needle, and a sudden momentum blew the clothes and hair of the two of them danced, and the deafening sound made their hearts tremble.

Because one second it was still standing behind the winder, the next second... And he disappeared in place, and was gone.

All that was left was the entire shattered wooden wall inside the shrine house, and a long scratch on the surface that stretched outside.

Obviously, the upper winding force was caught off guard and was knocked away by a blow.

Possible... Is it a fist?

At least, neither the market nor Tenjuro saw it clearly.

It was a winding army, and just from the aura it emitted, you could judge how strong its flesh and blood were, and it would be easily hit hard by the young man in front of him who looked several times different in body.

Didn't he just become a ghost?

Just when the brains of Tianjuro and Ichijing were a little dead, and they were still processing and digesting information, Hao was already like a phantom, and his toes touched the ground and flashed between the two.

So fast!

Can not see...

Cold sweat flowed from the sideburns of the city guard, and the handle of the knife was just about to shake, but one hand was already caressing the gauntlet of the handle, and the seemingly gentle movements were as heavy as ten thousand pounds, making him unable to lift the knife for a while.

This is... What power?

Never seen before... Powerful.

If the previous behavior only made them feel bizarre and incredible, then... This kind of close proximity, the intuitive and powerful feeling, the inner impact brought to the two pillar-level swordsmen, cannot be described in words.

"Be careful... If you're not serious, you'll die. ”

The sound of a chuckle reached the ears of Tenjuro and the city guard.

Then, with a flicker, the figure swept out the door.

The two of them didn't have the extra heart to delve into the problem of this person, but locked their eyes to the hole left by the crack in the wall directly ahead.

Looking into the past, the figure that was knocked to the ground by the man got up again.

"Leave him alone!"

The city guard quickly regained his composure, no matter what the reason, Hao didn't seem to have the desire to make a move on the two of them, otherwise he and Tianjulang would not be able to get along at that moment.

At this time, you can only deal with the upper strings first.

After speaking, the city guard rushed forward with swords and took the lead in attacking the upper strings.

Tenjuro glanced back at Haku, who was standing in the night, and followed closely.

……

"Whew..."

In the grounds of the shrine, a bloodied figure stands among the unconscious villagers, feeling the new flesh.

A look of satisfaction.

He raised one hand, and saw that the muscles and bones of the palm suddenly expanded, and the blood vessels burst out, as if he wanted to change form.

But as his eyes grew cold, eventually... After a few seconds, the hand returned to its original shape.

"It's pretty tenacious..."

Haze raised the corners of his mouth.

Then, he said softly: "No misery..."

As soon as this name came out, the hazy eyes turned red, and the whole body seemed to be uncontrollably deformed, as if it was about to burst open... But as in the palm of the hand, the change lasted only a few seconds before disappearing.

The so-called curse is nothing more than the will attached to the miserable cell.

At the moment when he said the name of Wu Miserable, a feeling of blood connection suddenly made a figure flash in the hazy sea of consciousness.

The other party also wants to exert influence on him through the will within the cell, causing a deterrent effect.

However...

……

At the same time, inside a mansion far away from Edo Castle.

A delicate-faced, richly dressed man was standing on the edge of a pond, feeding bait into the water.

The man's scarlet eyes looked cold and gloomy against the backdrop of the water.

The clothes he was wearing at this time were the clothes of the Daimyo.

This is also one of the identities he uses to disguise in his current era.

He... It is the ancestor of the ghost, and the ghost dance Tsuji is not miserable.

He hasn't been traveling around lately to find good seedlings and expand the camp of ghosts.

The number is enough ...

The unlimited hatching of ghosts is not a good thing for him, if there are too many ghosts, first, it will attract the attention of the shogunate, and secondly, the situation can easily get out of control, if there are some 'thorns' among them, they may unite and overthrow him, the ancestor.

Although this is very unlikely, Wu Miao does not want to see such variables.

Therefore, the best way is to achieve your own goals within a stable and controllable range.

What purpose.

Of course, find the blue flowers!

As soon as he thought of this, the porcelain holding the bait in his hand was suddenly crushed.

No clue, no clue at all...

If I hadn't killed the killer so quickly and killed the pharmacist who treated the disease, maybe...

However, it is too late to say anything.

His original intention of creating the Twelve Ghost Moons was to speed up the efficiency of work, because during this period, there were still people from the Ghost Slayer Team making trouble.

For the ghost killing team, Wu Miao doesn't care about it now, the trouble that the other party can create is limited, and he is even more annoyed that none of the ghosts under his hand can be used... Some of them are good, but they have a great record. But what he's been pursuing is not to exterminate any ghost killing team, to kill any pillars, what he wants... It is able to walk freely in the sun.

It's a kind of 'eternal life'.

And now, how many years ... No matter how hard he tried, he didn't even have any hope of going from zero to one.

"Waste."

He couldn't help but say.

At this moment, suddenly, his heart moved.

It's like sensing something.

As soon as the eyebrows were raised, the next second... A mouthful of blood spurted out in an instant.

Wu Miao's pupils dilated, covered his mouth, and fell to his knees in an instant.

The broken porcelain in his hand fell into the pool.

He looked at the frightened fish swimming in the water in disbelief, and his head cracked, "That's... What? ”

A ghost 'broke through' his control.

Ignoring the curse and oppression brought by his blood.

In order to be able to control the life and death of each ghost, completely stifle the variables in the cradle, but anyone who receives his blood and becomes a ghost, as long as there is disobedience or unfavorable thoughts in his heart, he can be perceived, so that as long as there is one thought, he can be killed violently.

It's his ability... His cells are inherently oppressive.

From a biological point of view, there is no living thing in this world that can transcend his existence.

But... Just now, in his consciousness, a person appeared.

I can't see my face clearly, I can't see my face clearly... I can only vaguely see that I am wearing a black feather weaving...

The souls and wills of the two of them 'touched' each other through the medium of cells.

It stands to reason that he should be the one who is high up and inflicts judgment, but he never expected that the blurred figure seemed to be just a line of sight, and his soul trembled, as if it had been slashed by a blade.

"How is that possible... Could it be that there are ghosts whose evolution speed exceeds mine? ”

No more miserable.

The will is the will, the cell is the cell... Even if the will is strong, as long as the flesh and blood can't resist the erosion and spread of his cells, then... It should still be under his control.

This is not in line with his understanding of life and evolution.

"That will... What kind of soul is that?! ”

……

"It's okay... The strength and growth of your soul are just passively accumulated over time, and they are two completely different levels from the active polishing of your spiritual will by those who have the ability to mind. ”

On the other side, Hao sensed that Wu Miao had quickly 'cut off' the connection, and smiled, "In the final analysis, it is still the difference in the power systems of the two worlds, and the growth paths bred are inconsistent. ”

Like Jiguo Yuanyi, it is the innate detachment of the soul.

This kind of reaction shows that there is a very timid side of his true character.

Zhu Shi's judgment of him was correct.

No miserable will effect, more... It is the ability that depends on the difference in cells and life genes, and it is not the spirit of his ego.

This is also fundamentally different.

"Don't be afraid... It's okay, your way... It's just getting started. ”

Hazy said lightly.

(End of chapter)