I rely on cooking to dominate the ghost killing team

In fact, Yanzhu Purgatory Xing Shoulang was already here before Yiyong and Wuyue stepped into the file depository.

"A very troublesome ghost appeared in the area under my jurisdiction! According to the various characteristics I witnessed, I guessed that it should be the ghost that escaped from several swordsmen from the ghost killing team last year, so I came here to look for it The file at that time!"

Xing Shou Lang told them angrily.

He always looks so energetic and confident, it's like a raging flame that will never go out.With him by my side, I always feel at ease.

May nodded in understanding.She thought that the reason why she didn't see Xing Shoulang just now might be because his figure was blocked by the wooden box.And he didn't make a sound, so Wuyue naturally felt that only he and Yiyong were here.

However, Wu Yue was quite surprised to see Purgatory Xing Shoulang here.

"Then why did you two come here?" Xing Shoulang's eyes were wide open, and he glanced at Yiyong and May, with the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, as if smiling, "Are you also here to find files?"

Wuyue nodded vigorously, and replied before Yiyong: "Yes!"

"What you want to find is the archives of the Meiji period!" Xing Shoulang smiled heartily, "I heard you talking about the Meiji period just now!"

"That's right, that's right." Wu Yue nodded again.

She intuitively felt that the string ghost would not attack her father inexplicably—it was definitely because of the unknown relationship between the ghost and her father, which led to the current tragic result.

That's why she wanted to start from her father's ghost history file to find the trace of the ghost.

"Then where is Meiji's box placed?"

Xing Shoulang raised his hand and pointed to the several large wooden boxes piled on top.

After estimating the distance between himself and these wooden boxes, and then roughly estimating the number of files that could be accommodated in the wooden boxes, May suddenly flinched a bit.

It seems that it is not an easy task to find the files related to father.

And there was such a possibility—maybe she was thinking in the wrong direction, maybe the trace of the ghost never appeared in her father's files.If that's the case, isn't she just doing useless work...

no!Don't think so!

This is the most unforgiving moment.

Wuyue cheered up and made up her mind to finish all the archives from the Meiji period.But before that, she looked around.

Xing Julang just pointed at it vainly before, Wuyue didn't know how many boxes belonged to Meiji.

The wooden boxes were placed too high, and it was already very difficult for her to reach them, and it was even more difficult to move them all down.Besides, May also knew that her strength was pitifully weak.

This is completely difficult and difficult.

Just by imagining it, Wu Yue couldn't help but want to sigh.

Kyojuro also looked in the same direction as her - those Meiji boxes.When Wu Yue showed a sad face, he suddenly let out a "huh".

Without saying anything, he stepped on the boxes piled at the bottom and jumped to the top with ease.

Carrying a box on his left shoulder and another on his right hand, under Wu Yue's surprised gaze, he easily removed all the boxes.It was clear that the weight of these wooden boxes should not be underestimated, but he acted effortlessly.

May was speechless.She looked at Xing Shoulang, with nothing but admiration in her eyes.

She didn't know how to express her admiration, so she clumsily gave Xing Shoulang a thumbs up.

Although this form of expression seemed a bit shabby, she really admired it.

Xing Shou Lang was amused by her action, and rubbed her head vigorously as if he was very relieved.He was very strong, and Wu Yue's head shook unconsciously under the rubbing of his big palms.

But it was a very different experience, almost making May feel erratic.

"By the way, do you want to see all the archives of the Meiji Year?" Xing Shoulang asked, and kindly reminded her, "There will be a lot of them!"

After all, the Meiji era spanned a long period of time.

Wu Yue woke up from the fluttering, and shook her head quickly: "No, I..." After a pause, she seemed to hesitate, but she continued, telling Xing Shoulang, "I want to see It's Yuan Mingzhu's file!"

"Oh——Yuan Naruto. I understand, let me help you find it!"

It just so happened that he had read the ghost-killing files about Ming Zhu before, and although he hadn't forgotten the specific content of them, he still remembered where these files were placed.

He dragged several boxes in front of him, and quickly pulled out a few copies from them.

The ghost history files of the Ghost Killing Team are first classified by year, and then subdivided into various tasks handled by different team members.

There are many members of the Ghost Killing Squad, and the files they left behind are just a few thin sheets of paper.This is really embarrassing.

Xing Julang picked out the files related to Naruto, and at the same time talked about Naruto.Listening to his words, Wu Yue felt that the emotion he harbored for his father was probably admiration.

For some reason, she was quite happy.It's just that this joy is slightly cast a dark tone of sadness.

"In the first year he joined the team, he expelled the second sword, he is a very powerful swordsman!" Xing Shoulang said.

"The second string!"

Wu Yue suddenly caught the key words in Xing Shou Lang's words.

The lord had indeed said earlier that her father had forced a ghost of the string into a desperate situation, but at that time she didn't know the class of the ghost of the string—was it actually the second of the string?

And the ghost she wanted to find happened to be the second one.

"About the file of the second string, I want to see it!" Her words were inadvertently tinged with anxiety, "Can I trouble you to find it? Is it possible?"

"no problem!"

Xing Shoulang glanced at all the papers in the box, and took out a copy from it.

The corners of this file were smeared with vermilion, which is why Xing Shoulang found it so quickly.

"Files related to Xiaxian ghost will have such a mark." Xing Shoulang explained to her, and handed the file to her, "It contains the records related to Xiaxian II. If I remember correctly, this This file should be written by Ming Zhu himself."

"personally……"

The few thin sheets of paper held in Wu Yue's hands seemed to suddenly become extremely heavy.She couldn't wait to take it apart and take a look, but she was a little timid.

However, she always wants to see it.

Thinking of this, she stopped hesitating and quickly opened the file, but the cold surrounding made her movements pause.

"It's a bit cold here... Could it be because there is no sun?"

With a low grunt, she continued with her hands.

Opening the file, there are ink marks left by Takio Yoshihei on it, and every word is meticulous, much like his upright personality.

Regarding the second part of the string, Takio Yoshihei's description is very detailed.

Male, nearly eight feet long, with white eyes, no pupils, long dark hair, manipulating thunder and lightning, a ghost named Shennai.

"What...is it possible for a mere ghost to have such a handsome name?"

Wu Yue couldn't help complaining in a low voice, and continued to read.

"'Although his appearance is no different from that of a human, he has already turned into a pure beast on the inside. No matter how similar he is to a human, he can no longer be regarded as a human'..." May read Looking at the sentence in the file, he sighed softly and murmured with emotion, "The words written by my father are like articles."

Before my eyes were unfamiliar words.It is clear that the distance between Wuyue and her father is extremely close, but it makes her fall into a predicament.

She put down the file.

"My father, what kind of person is he...I really want to know."

Unfortunately, there is no chance.

She knew this very well, so she didn't think too much about it, and quickly packed up the bad mood and stood up.

"I think it's necessary for me to write down the characteristics of the second string." Holding the sheet of paper, she said seriously.

"Files cannot be taken out." A friendly reminder from Xing Shoulang.

"Oh..." Wuyue lowered her head wearily, looked at the paper in her hand, and muttered softly, "Then I can only write it down."

Giyuu was alert again.

Without waiting for May to say anything, he immediately took the initiative to undertake the work.

"Let me write."

As he said that, he took the paper from Wuyue's hand, and his movements were unimaginably fast, which made Xing Shoulang laugh.

Xing Shoulang brought paper, pen and ink for Yi Yong, and then left.He wanted to help at first, but there seemed to be some minor disturbances in the jurisdiction area assigned to Yanzhu, so Xing Shoulang could only go to check the situation there first.

Before leaving, he did not forget to tell Yiyong and Wuyue to put the box back to its original place.

Of course they knew about this little thing.

Waving goodbye to Xing Shoulang, Wuyue watched his back disappear under the wisteria leaves before returning to the house.

She sat down beside Yi Yong, propped her head on one hand, her eyes moved with the tip of the ink-stained pen.

Giyuu's handwriting seems to be a little more scribbled than his father's - or you can say it is chic, but it's not hard to understand.

Anyway, it is much easier to understand than what she wrote.

Little by little, her gaze shifted to Giyuu's hand.His hands are the same as his own, with thick and ugly calluses, which are the marks left by years of practice.

Presumably it feels just as rough to the touch.

But Yiyong's palm is really big.May thought.

It's so big that it seems to be able to contain everything.

May couldn't help but raise the corner of her mouth.

Then, as if it was natural, her eyes fell on Giyuu's face.Looking at the firm profile of his face and his thin lips, she was not willing to move away for a long time.

His head was dizzy, and his eyes were hazy, but only Yiyong's face was the clearest, Wuyue could even see the slight trembling of his eyelashes.Those dark blue eyes were reflected in May's heart.

thump—

It was as if something heavy hit her heart, and she suddenly panicked, as if she was a guilty thief.

When Giyuu looked at her, her uneasiness almost soared to the limit.

"What are you looking at?" Yi Yong asked her.

"No... nothing..."

Covering up her embarrassment with a clumsy smile, Wuyue stopped talking.She changed positions.With his legs bent, his chin resting on his knees, the breath he exhaled inadvertently hit Giyuu's wrist—it turned out to be hot.

Looking at her flushed face, Yi Yong always felt something was wrong.He put down the pen, and before Wuyue could react, he quickly put his hand on her forehead.

The same hot temperature was transmitted to the palm.

Giyuu understands what that means.He lowered his hands, a trace of imperceptible worry flashed across his eyes.

"May, you have a fever."