Hong Kong and black wage earners

It didn't take long for a beautiful woman in a luxurious kimono to appear in front of him. Yukiko's waist-length black hair was like fine silk, and a little makeup on her face gave her an intoxicating appearance.

Takigawa Qingxian followed her eyes, almost unable to restrain the urge to rush up and hug her.

According to her own preference, Yukiko randomly picked a white knife, even so, it was a gift that Takikawa regarded as a treasure.

Taking over the heavy knife for a child under ten years old, Takigawa lowered his head and brushed the blade lovingly.

Suddenly feeling the weight on the top of his head, Takikawa's body froze.

One click, one click, with gentle force, sliding from the top of his hair to the tip of his hair——

Yukiko was touching him.

Realizing this, Takigawa Qingxian suddenly looked up at the other party.

The temperature in the boy's scarlet eyes gradually faded, "You are not Yukiko."

Yukiko never touched his head, let alone looked at him with such gentle eyes.

Those eyes should be colder than Winter, sharper than a blade.

Takigawa Aozuru took a step back with a sullen face, holding the handle of the knife with his left hand.

Facing the bewildered "Yukiko", he quickly pulled out the knife, and the blade drew silver tracks from top to bottom in the air, and "Yukiko" was cut in half, and his body disappeared like debris .

The feeling of being cut on a thin piece of paper made him a little dazed, and after he continued to slash "Mr. Takikawa", he held the blade backwards and pointed it straight at his abdomen.

"Ah..."

"In a world without Yukiko, what is the meaning of my existence—"

"Pfft—" The blade of the knife stabbed hard into the abdomen.

The blood sprayed out in an instant, and dripped on the floor, winding like a snake between the cracks.

The boy was covered in blood and fell into a pool of blood. The chill of death gradually spread from his limbs to his heart.

Opening his eyes again, he returned to the train he was on before, but the car body was covered with tentacles of flesh and blood, approaching every passenger with fangs.

Purgatory and Tanjiro are struggling to cut off the tentacles that are constantly resurrecting.

Seeing this, Takigawa Qingxian pulled Osamu Dazai, who was still in a dream, off his body, picked up the Japanese sword and joined in.

It was this ghost who used vampirism to pull them into sleep, trying to destroy the core in order to kill them.

The opponent's plan still failed, but after Tanjiro cut off his head, the ghost didn't really die, it turned out that he had already merged with the infinite train.

They tacitly assigned their respective tasks, Tanjiro and Inosuke went to find the real neck of Oni, and the rest of them protected the safety of the passengers.

After a while, it seems that Tanjiro and the others succeeded in killing the ghost, the train suddenly detached from the track, and the body almost turned and twisted.

In order to prevent the passengers from being fatally injured, Purgatory used several moves in a row to stabilize the trend of the train's impact. Amidst the loud noise, each carriage rolled over on the track.

Takigawa Qingxian retracted the knife, and pulled out Dazai Osamu who was groaning and screaming with his head on the ground. The opponent's face was as ugly as if he had taken laxatives.

"It's too bad, wow, it's really bad——" Osamu Dazai's only eyebrows were twisted into caterpillars, "I dreamed that I was committing suicide, but I couldn't die anyway, it's just a nightmare."

It was exhausting and not enjoyable at all.

"But this is a ghost that makes people dream." Takikawa remembered Tanjiro saying.

Although he didn't feel the beauty of his dream, a fake Yukiko gave him the warmth he dreamed of, and then he killed him with his own hands.

Even if it was a dream, he still had the illusion that he had killed Yukiko.

Before he had time to think about it, he discovered that Purgatory met another ghost.

Short peach-red hair and dark-striped tattoos all over his body, I have to say that some ghosts' appearance and aesthetics are hard to describe.

Yiwozuo's attention is all on Purgatory Xingshoulang, who is full of fighting spirit. He coaxes the other party to abandon his human identity and become a ghost for greater power.

After being resolutely rejected several times, he had to use force to tell the other party how limited the potential of the human body is.

Purgatory used too many moves before, exhausting a lot of physical strength, and now he is confronting Shangxian Gui, but the opponent's body is constantly recovering, and his physical strength is like a spring that never ends.

Just when one eye of Purgatory was injured, a pure white figure suddenly appeared in front of Yiwozuo, and before he could see his face clearly, he was cut in half.

"!"who! ?

His upper body was still hanging from his lower body with skin and flesh, and thanks to the recovery ability of the winding, he quickly grew into a complete body.

what happened?So fast!And I can't feel the vindictiveness at all——

So he opened his eyes wide and looked at the white-haired young man standing beside Purgatory. He was clearly clean without a trace of a strong man, but it made him tremble for no reason.

It's not fear, it's excitement, it's excitement!

If you turn this person into a ghost, it will definitely be terrifyingly strong, so that he will have a more suitable opponent!

"Hey, do you want to become stronger? The human body has limits, and life is only a few decades. If you become a ghost, you don't have to worry about it—"

"You can sharpen in endless years, this is the infinite possibility of being a ghost!"

After confirming that Purgatory's eyes were only superficial trauma, Takigawa Qingxian turned to look at the red hair who had been promoting ghosts from the very beginning.

He raised his eyebrows clearly, and there was an obvious playful look in his eyes, "Oh, have you guys fallen to the point of selling everywhere? Are you so short of manpower? And your way of selling has failed too much, if If I were your boss, I would have fired you long ago."

Yiwozuo slowly put out a question mark, "No! That's not the point! Don't you want to become stronger?"

"Ah—here it is again, this kind of sloppy speech, it seems that ghosts are some secondary diseases with no marketing ability." Takikawa waved his hand rather speechlessly, "It will end sooner or later."

"..." No, it's none of your business if we can't finish it?Don't you care about being defeated by us but our cause?

"Qingxian, don't talk nonsense with him." Purgatory Xingshourou closed one eye wet with blood, took a step forward and made a gesture of preparing to draw a sword.

Takigawa Qingxian changed his previous idle attitude, drew his sword with his left hand and pointed it at Yiwozuo, with a pair of red eyes brewing a deep murderous intent.

He even hurt one eye of Purgatory, he wants to chop this guy into mud——

"Hey, how stupid, do you want to defeat ghosts with your human body?" Yi Wozuo sneered, his eyes full of contempt for the two.

"This is precisely the reason why you ghosts will eventually fail." Takikawa said, coordinating with Purgatory's movements and rushing towards Yiwozao, each restraining the other from attacking.

After several tricks to deal with it, Yiwozuo actually had a bad feeling of being restrained.

Sure enough, these two people are very strong, I really want to, I really want to turn them into ghosts——

But it's a pity, human beings are always obsessed with fragile illusions, and they are the ones who will lose!

The arm that had been cut off would quickly regenerate, and the neck that attacked him would be blocked in time, but neither of them stopped moving, and they kept circling with it, silver tracks flying under the night before dawn.

Too, too fast!The movements of the two people are too fast to be seen by the naked eye!

Tanjiro, who was wounded in the abdomen, watched from afar, seeing the dazzling attacks in front of him, and couldn't help but lament the astonishing strength of the strong, and the powerlessness of being too weak to just watch.

Although Takigawa Qingxian is sure of his own strength, it has to be said that Shangxian's strength cannot be underestimated. He and Purgatory failed to behead his head.

After several confrontations, skin wounds of varying shades appeared on his body.

In the end, they could only choose to imprison each other's limbs, in order to drag it until the dawn light came over.

Takigawa Aozuru turned around and pierced the Japanese sword into Yiwoza's shoulder and neck, his legs tightly clamped one arm, while Purgatory held the other hand tightly, and stabbed the Japanese sword into the neck with difficulty. his neck.

Yiwozuo immediately discovered their attempt, but his body was firmly restrained. Seeing that the sun was about to rise on the side of the distant hill, he could not kill the two of them in this short period of time.

In the end, he chose to give up his arms and escape, with Takikawa's Japanese sword still on his shoulder.

"Ah la la, it turns out that ghosts are cowards who are greedy for life and afraid of death~"

Takikawa taunted behind his back, so angry that Yiwoza pulled out the Japanese sword angrily, silently remembering this person in his heart.

At dawn, all the passengers in the train helped each other out safely.

Osamu Dazai, who had been watching the play, sat cross-legged on the ground, holding his face in his hands, interest flashed in his kite-colored eyes.

Although creatures like ghosts in this world are hard to describe, it is still quite strange to see Takikawa releasing killing intent for a single person.

This shows that Takikawa really attaches great importance to that person, but he doesn't know which one can stir his heartstrings more than the one under the supervision of Hong Kong gangsters?

Takigawa Qingxian silently hid the pieces of clothes torn from Yiwozuo's body into his sleeves, and turned to check on Purgatory's injuries.

"Don't worry, it's not a fatal injury, and you, Qing Xian, were also injured, so you should pay more attention to your own situation." Purgatory said to him with a smile.

"Well, I'm fine—" It's just the first time I was injured here, and the pain is still obvious.

The hidden people rushed to the scene quickly and bandaged the wounded. Tanjiro was taken away when he was seriously injured.

Osamu Dazai walked towards Takigawa Qingxian, who was wrapped in a bandage, and touched his chin with one hand, "Qingxian, you obviously want to kill that ghost so much, why don't you use that? If you use it directly, you won't let him escape. -"

Takigawa Qingxian blinked, and suddenly smiled, "Dazai, aren't you asking the question knowingly?"

"Ah—yes, I've seen it all." Osamu Dazai's smile deepened, and his iris-colored eyes were filled with a dull light.

"What is Qingxian going to do next? I'm looking forward to it~"

The latter turned around and walked towards Purgatory, and said leisurely: "Go back to Butterfly House for dinner, I'm hungry—"

"..." Speaking of which, I'm a little hungry too.

The author has something to say:

Yiwozuo: Become a ghost!You will become stronger!

Qingxian: Here we go again, this is almost the same as the second-year-old who was about to sign a contract last time.

Yiwozuo: Do ​​you not understand human speech (strike out) nonsense! ?

And, the blood ghost technique of dreaming is to have a good dream first, and then a nightmare. No matter what, it will be a nightmare for Dazai...