The Self-cultivation of the Passerby Male Protagonist

Now that he has lost it, apart from feeling sad and regretting his carelessness, there seems to be nothing he can do. With his last hope, he asked:

"Komachi, if it's Enma, can you fish out the things thrown into the Sanzu River?"

"Impossible, right?"

Although it was a rhetorical question, Komachi said it in a positive tone:

"I've said it all, the deepest part of hell is directly connected to the Santu River. It's a place that even Lord Siji can't reach. How can the things that fall into it be fished out?"

"why is it like this……"

Well, Wu Ye, who completely missed the treasure, could only look at the gloomy lake and sigh silently, depressed that Komachi's boat finally reached the other side.

I saw a girl wearing a crown among the reeds that was no different from the side of the Way of Zhongyou, holding something like a token, quietly staying on the shore.

"Hey, Komachi, I didn't expect you to be very popular on the other side, and someone came to welcome you."

"meet?"

Komachi was dumbfounded, she didn't remember that she had such a big face on the other side, but unfortunately the fog on the river was too thick, even she couldn't see the figure of the people on the bank clearly.

It was half a joke to vent the boredom in my heart. After the boat got closer to some Wu Ye, I realized that the people on the shore couldn't seem to be called young girls, and this figure should be more suitable for young girls.

Um, wait, why does this young girl feel a little familiar?

The closer he got to Takeuya, the more he felt something was wrong. Even Komachi felt that this figure in the thick fog was so familiar. Just when she was about to land on the shore, before she could ask, the other party spoke first——

"Komachi! Where are you slacking off again!"

"Huh, huh—?! Four, Lord Four Seasons?!"

The imposing accusation seemed to carry an invisible wind pressure, forcefully blowing away the dense fog between the three of them, and suddenly that small familiar figure appeared in front of the two of them.

Dressed in solemn gowns, a crown on her head, the word right and wrong embroidered on her shoulders, holding a stick of repentance, and her waist pinned to the glazed realm, she, who is only the size of a child, is the highest referee of hell, Siji Yingji.

He is also Komachi's boss.

A deadly silence spread between the three of them, Siji Yingji opened her lips slightly, as if she was about to say something, when Komachi suddenly turned the oar in the opposite direction, and then swiped vigorously——

"Master Four Seasons, I'm sorry—!"

Accompanied by an insincere apology, Komachi's boat made a magnificent wave on the Santu River. The river on both sides was stirred up to a height of at least three meters. The boat disappeared into the dense fog in the blink of an eye. Siji Yingji was dumbfounded.

Wu Ye, who was still on the boat, was even more miserable. He had no time to react, so he could only hold onto the side of the boat reluctantly, and half of his body floated up.

Looking at Komachi who was paddling like flying with both hands, Takeya just wanted to ask silently:

Damn, who said it was the fastest speed just now? !

Chapter 22 It's always sunny when we meet

"Hey, Komachi, where are we going..."

"Don't stop, run this way!"

"Okay, okay..."

Before he had time to think about why, Takeshi and Komachi went on a walk-and-go trip... Well, it was an escape.

I don't know what Komachi was thinking. The first reaction when he saw his boss was neither to say hello nor to explain his skipping work, but to turn around and run. It is obvious that this proficiency is not the first time. Yingji did not sink you to the bottom of the Santu River.

"Master Siji doesn't have a ferry. It will take some time to come from the other side. We still have time."

Taking the lead, Komachi led Takeya back to the Way of You from a completely different road from the way he came, and there were countless undead waiting for them here.

"Ah, it's Lord Death."

I don't know if it was seen before or if the undead had some special feeling for the god of death. As soon as Komachi appeared, everyone's eyes were cast on her.

Seeing Komachi running profusely in sweat, a middle-aged man stepped forward and tried to ask:

"Well, Lord Death, when can I cross the river?"

"It's so noisy! Is now the time to talk about this!"

"Eh……"

The middle-aged undead who was yelled at by Komachi fell into a sluggish state. Komachi completely ignored the undead present, and dragged Takeya, who was about to cry without tears, through the crowd with a stride, and ran straight in the direction of the Mienzuku go.

Wu Ye, who was forcibly turned into an accomplice and dragged behind him, or dragged away, only had one sentence in his mind at this time, mmp didn't know whether to say it or not...

Komachi's physique is also surprisingly strong. After running without deceleration for an unknown amount of time, she didn't even take a breath. Is she worthy of being the god of death?

The scenery on both sides changed rapidly, and Komachi, who was running all the way, didn't put Takeya down until he left the Santu River far away, and even reached the Miyuan Tomb, and sat down on the ground himself.

"Whoo~"

She made a sound easily, and I don't know whether Komachi was exhaling to catch her breath or whistling leisurely. She stretched her neck and looked behind her, but she didn't notice a happy smile on the corner of her mouth when she was chasing soldiers.

"Haha, it seems that Master Siji can't find this place in a short time."

"...why do you look so happy?"

"Because I can justifiably be lazy."

Komachi smiled and imitated Takeya just now, and grabbed a weed from the side of the road and put it in his mouth:

"If Master Siji didn't catch her right away, then it will be difficult for her to find us next."