[Ghost Slayer: Blade] No Miserable Online Mutual Fight

The strong smell of medicine spread, mixed with a strong smell of blood.The crisp sound of porcelain cups colliding, and the sound of smashing something.

The light in the room was a bit dark, and with no windows open, the pungent smell could not be dissipated, it could only accumulate and become stronger.

But the black-haired figure in the room picked up the light and sharp dagger without changing his expression, and swiped it across the newly healed wrist again.

There was a deep gash, and the bloody smell was strong.But the red eyes didn't fluctuate in the slightest, even expressionless.

"Snapped."

The window was pushed open with a snap of both hands, and the man with the tips of his hair gradually turning red had a serious face.

"Although I know it will heal quickly, it's not the way to use it. It won't hurt."

The man with the dagger in one hand raised his head, gave him a look, then lowered his head again, fiddling with the blood-soaked medicine.

After a long stalemate, Zhihuo finally let out a helpless sigh, sat down on the chair regardless, and looked in other directions, not knowing what to see.

Wu Yu still lowered his head, stopping from time to time, thinking about something.The wound healed immediately, but the dripping blood had already filled a glass.

"Ah, it's true that it's said that medical students can't be offended. It's crazy." Zhihuo lay on the chair, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at the person who was still expressionless and cold-eyed. Unrelentingly dissect along the blood vessel inch by inch.

It's really scary. Sure enough, people who study medicine are extremely cruel under certain circumstances, and they are no exception to themselves.

"Cooperated with Ms. Zhushi?" Zhihuo said casually, "But yes, this way we can get twice the result with half the effort."

"Yeah." Yu nodded, his voice not salty: "Originally, Zhu Shi's research in this area has accumulated to a certain extent, and it will be easier to study on her results."

Zhihuo shook his head: "It's different, Miss Zhushi's medicine is for healing and recovery, yours..."

Yu didn't speak, but just focused on the object in his hand.

"Hey——I haven't moved for a long time, and I'm starting to feel bored." Zhihuo stood up, stretched, and then sighed inaudibly: "However, the end is coming soon, right Yu..."

The words stopped abruptly, Zhihuo opened his eyes wide, and even subconsciously used the blood ghost technique that he had just mastered for a short time.

"Crack! Bang!"

The dishes were knocked to the ground and shattered all over the place, and the black-red unknown liquid inside spilled out.

"What are you doing! Forget about making it, why do you need to test the medicine yourself!" Zhihuo's pupils were still a little constricted, and his expression was tense.

Even though it has been covered up by the smell of blood and medicine, the faint smell of wisteria still exists.

Ghosts are very repulsive to wisteria flowers. Even if Shangxian ghosts are not afraid, they are disgusted.

What's more, it was condensed several times, and it couldn't be covered up even under such bloody conditions.

Zhihuo seemed to remember in a daze, Shangxian Er died of "poisoning"...

"Cough—" Because he was grabbed by the shoulder violently, the liquid still stuck in his throat was choked out, Yu coughed and frowned slightly.Then he glanced at the spilled liquid on the ground, and met Kamizuru's eyes indifferently.

A cup full of liquid with a strong smell, there is nothing left after spilling it.

Yu calmly wiped away the redness at the corner of her mouth, then picked up a pen and crossed out another choice on the densely packed book beside her.

Zhihuo suddenly felt a little powerless, and this feeling of powerlessness was so strong.He forgot that they are ghosts now, they are ghosts...

Ghost, how could anyone come to sympathize?

Laughing out loud, Zhihuo covered his face and laughed in a low voice, but the laughter was extraordinarily bitter.

Yu stopped holding the pen, and then put it down: "There is nothing to be sad about, everything is the best arrangement."

After a long time, a dry response came from the other side: "Ah...I know....It's just that I don't want to recognize it clearly."

The moon unknowingly rose to the middle of the sky. In the room, only a little moonlight cast in, softly sprinkled on the pale face.The red eyes were not focused, and he slowly raised his eyes to look at the moon, and whispered: "It's almost over."

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"Quack-quack!" The black crow circling over startled the birds that landed on the tree.

The gradually setting sun dyed the sky red, and even the surrounding scenery was coated with a layer of golden light.

Through the open window, the afterglow of the setting sun came in, casting a light on the ground.And not far from the patch of sunlight on the ground, the "person" standing barefoot was silent without saying a word, and the face looked emotionless, like a delicate doll.

The red eyes were numb and empty, and they turned slightly when the movement of the person not far behind him changed.

"How is it?" Yu asked, looking down at the sunlight on the ground not far away, and finally turned and stepped into the darkness.

Zhihuo pinched the corner of the paper, pursed his lips and didn't know what to think, then snapped his fingers, the paper in his hand turned into ashes and gradually disappeared.

"One good news and one bad news, which one do you want to hear first?" Zhihuo raised an eyebrow and smiled.

Yu rolled his eyes lightly, and then said casually: "Forget it, I don't want to know."

"Hey, how could it be like this." Although Zhihuo said this, his expression clearly anticipated the current situation: "The good news... is that Yuhu and Bantiangou have been wiped out."

"The bad news is that although he was defeated, he was not intact~"

There is no one to refer to, but both of them know it well.

Yu nodded to show that he knew, then leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes.

"Aren't you going to take a look?"

"No need, it's not interesting." Yu shook his head, his black hair slid down with his head lowered, covering nearly half of his face, and also concealed the unbearable exhaustion.

Zhihuo hummed in a low voice, and put aside the topic: "But they have started training Zebra, and it probably won't take long."

"Ah."

The night covers up the whereabouts and fades away other filth.In the dark night, everything seems to be indistinct.

From time to time, one or two birdsongs blocked the sound of landing footsteps, the rustling of the wind through the leaves and the inconspicuous coughing.On the hospital bed by the window, the person with closed eyes seemed to be trapped by something in a dream, frowning tightly.Grasping the quilt unconsciously, he let out a few low hums.

The moonlight sprinkled on the wrinkled face, illuminating the bandage-covered face—on the somewhat pale face, two light blue lines like flowing clouds were abrupt and harmonious.

Suppressing the itching in his throat, he covered his mouth hard, suppressing the cough that was about to overflow.

The smell of wisteria flowers wafted in the air, which seduced the stomach with revulsion, and the throat was itchy, as if something was about to overflow.

Taking a few steps back against the wall, Wu Yu frowned.

The cells and blood in the body are clamoring and resisting, subconsciously disgusted and unable to accept it.This proves that the long-standing medicine is not without effect.

Wu Yu subconsciously held her breath, leaned against the wall on the other side at a distance, covered her mouth, and tugged at the clothes on her chest.

The lowered eyes kept looking at the person who was frowning tightly in his sleep, and the red eyes dimmed a bit.

On the wooden floor, the gently falling footsteps made no sound, and finally under the moonlight, above the reflection on the ground, a shadow stood beside the bed.

The black hair slid down with the movement of lowering the head, Wuyu looked at the tightly frowning eyebrows expressionlessly, and leaned over slightly.

The person in the dream seemed to be experiencing something terrifying, and was muttering something in a low voice.Holding the quilt tightly with her hands, her mint-colored gradient hair was scattered on the pillow, and the hair on her forehead was soaked in cold sweat, sticking wetly to the side of her face.

The moon outside the window had just climbed halfway, and the red pupils were dimmed under the moonlight.

Carefully lighten the movement, and then sit down carefully.The hand raised in mid-air hesitated for a long time before falling down, gently smoothing the wrinkled forehead, and then retracted it as if it had been scalded.

Suddenly, Wu Yu covered her mouth with both hands, but the overflowing blood still slipped out from the cracks between her fingertips, and slipped down along her pale hands.

The slightly slack red eyes looked at the blood in the palm of his hand, and he clenched his hand slightly after a flash of disappointment.

Wu Yu stood up slowly, wiped away the blood spots that accidentally dripped on the floor with his clean sleeves, and then stood up stiffly.

It's still far away from dawn, but I can't stay here any longer.

A gust of wind passes through slightly, looking at it, there is no longer a lost figure, standing there suddenly.

Under the moonlight, the sleeping person finally stopped frowning tightly, but at the corner of his eyes, a line of water slipped down at some point, and the crow-colored eyelashes were already wet.

Birds that move at night flap their wings across the sky, leaving behind a series of mournful howls.

Whether the bird's call is innate or otherwise, no one knows.