It's hard today too, good adults

The mist was misty, and the sound of the bell behind him seemed to be far away and gradually disappeared.

"I'm sorry Ha Ai, I didn't hide from you on purpose, I will bring you a little cherry as an apology when we meet next time."

Ma Canghao stood in front of a landmark building and patted his chest, and apologized without sincerity to his friends who had gone away.

Who made this little girl so easy to fool, she became anxious whenever she was teased, and whenever she was anxious, she would write everything in her eyes, and she was tricked by those bad friends every minute.

She has been a hell girl for hundreds of years, how can she be so easy to deceive.

Although, the little girl doesn't seem to have changed much.

Well, that's not right, it seems to be a little more work.

Didn't Yan Moai stay in the sunset hut all year round to take orders, go back and forth between the world and hell, and help the client send people to hell?

Since when did the business of recovering sinful souls come from the Santu River?

Hell has already lacked people to such an extent that even the other branch of hell girls have been commissioned as female officials to work?

Ma Cang thought of the mountains of documents in hell, and shivered.

The ghost lamp is really getting more and more insane.

If you want to become the Shaman King if you are beaten to death, you must not be carried over by the ghost lamp to become a civil servant.

Ma Canghao clenched his fist, and then slowly let it go.

Right in front of you is the headquarters of the Port Mafia.

Ma Cang thought for a while, raised his hand and patted the back of the unlucky middle-aged man who was leading her, a butterfly with red stripes on a black background melted into his palm.

There was still a glint of light on the butterfly's wings, Ma Canghao nodded, "Follow it, let's turn back."

There are not many gods of death stationed in Yokohama, so I can only let this unlucky ghost who is not guilty of sin go to other places to rub the soul of the god of death.

It is amazing that, given the large number of fallen souls in Yokohama, no evil spirits like Holo can be seen here.

Generally in this kind of place, the fighting between spirit bodies tends to be more ferocious and bloody.

But in Yokohama, people die every day, and souls are transformed every day, but few of them turn into evil spirits.

It's just not right.

On the territory of Yokohama, is there any existence that suppresses these?

Ma Cang is thoughtful.

Well, if this is the case, after solving the problem of the industrial chain, let's go visit.

According to the rules of the mysterious side, when you arrive in another "person's" territory, you are always embarrassed not to come and inform.

Asakang shook the hem of his bathrobe, but smelled the slight smell of gunpowder smoke on the sleeves, and frowned involuntarily.

Aunt Rimu specially made this dress for her, so it can't just be ruined like this.

Ma Canghao snapped his fingers, got up from the ground and covered his whole body with red light, and then swaggered into the port mafia.

But no one stopped her.

On the clear glass windows of the building, the slightly joyful figure of the girl in red was not even reflected.

Ma Canghao went upstairs all the way, walking briskly as if entering no one's land.

No one told her where the leader of the port mafia was, but she accurately touched the room.

"Oh."

Ma Canghao stood in the dark room, tilting his head to look at the old man on the bed who was breathing weakly.

"It's almost dead."

Asakura pinched his nose and waved his hands in disgust.

He is clearly still a living person, but there is an extremely decayed aura, even the soul is extremely disgusting.

Compared with the smell of blood on the old man's body, Ma Cang hates the malice seeping out of his soul even more.

It was just like the black mud monster who tried to lure Indra back then.

When Indra told her the strange words that the black mud monster instilled in Indra, she understood that he was fooling Indra.

Where did the bastard dare to lie to her pen pal, Ma Canghao immediately sent a dozen soul-targeting talisman papers to her, telling her little friend to paste them all when they meet again next time, blasting that black mud monster with bad intentions.

However, Indra should have complied, and did as she said. He couldn't hold back the black mud monster's running speed too fast. , it can be regenerated.

But the Ma Cang at that time was very angry.

Judging from the image sent by Indra, the viscous malice on the black mud monster made even Ma Canghao, who had been in hell for 1000 years, feel terrified.

If she hadn't been able to make it through now...

Kill it sooner or later.

Ma Cang thought bitterly, and then made a trick in disgust, directly extracting relevant memories.

After reading it, his face became even uglier.

Oh, it really was this bad old man who did it. Half of the best "goods" that the group of traffickers got were sent to this old man to be ruined, and the other half...

Across the ocean to the mafia on the other side of the ocean?

Ma Canghao raised his hand without hesitation, turned his spiritual power into a blade, and was about to strike at the old man on the bed——

The door behind him was pushed open.

Asakura subconsciously hides his figure.

A man in a white coat walked in. He looked about thirty years old, his hair was a little messy, and there was a faint smile in his red eyes.

A boy followed behind.

The moment Ma Canghao met the boy's eyes, his pupils shrank sharply.

Different from the half-dead old man on the bed, the later boy had a face that could be said to have been kissed by God, with slightly curly black hair, exquisite features, and an indescribable glamour.

The iris-colored eyes that were not wrapped in bandages were empty, and there was nothing.

Is this child really alive?

Ma Canghao frowned, her sense of world-weariness was worse than when Zhou Mu was dying.

The young man seemed to sense that someone was looking at him, his eyes suddenly moved, and he looked precisely in the direction of Ma Canghao.

Even if there is no one there.

"What's the matter, Dazai-kun?" the middle-aged man asked.

"No, it's nothing." The black-haired boy's voice sounded calm.

The man didn't care, and started talking in a strange tone.

Ma Canghao yawned and listened for a while, oh, it turned out that he was here to usurp the throne, this doctor is quite ambitious.

Oh, it turns out that Yokohama has been in chaos for many years. This guy wants to come up with a three-point plan to stabilize Yokohama.

Oh, so the reason for calling that despondent kid here is to be a witness.

Ma Canghao sat on the table, rubbed his head in pain, and then quickly turned off his spirit vision.

The twists and turns in the hearts of these two men were more than the other, and the black mud in their hearts came out one after another, which made her have a terrible headache.

Why on earth is she still suffering here.

...Well, maybe it's to reclaim the soul of the bad old man.

Ma Canghao calmly watched the doctor cut the old man's throat with a knife, and calmly stretched out his hand to grab the raised soul into his palm.

The spirit body that was strangled by the neck howled silently, with purple-black gas all over its body.

Ma Cang Hao directly kneaded him into a ball, regardless of whether the spirit body was missing arms or legs by her, and slapped a curse on it.

After finishing the series, Asakura turned his head to look at the doctor who was talking to the black-haired boy, thought for a while, and gave up the idea of ​​killing the doctor who smelled contradictory.

Although the doctor's blood smell is also very strong, he is still much better than that bad old man, and his soul does not have that rancid smell.

Moreover, this broken place in Yokohama should be rectified. In case something is raised one day, they might be sent to her.

Who let her and Rageshin be the only ones living in the human world at present, and that fellow Ragebatu didn't know where he went, if anything happened, he would still be thrown on her head by the ghost lamp in all likelihood.

Although she is not in the hell establishment, the ghost lamp doesn't care about this.

Ma Canghao threw away the soul locked by the spell, turned around and jumped out.

But at this time, the black-haired boy who listened to the doctor's voice babbled proudly, his eyes turned slightly imperceptibly.

"Hey," the boy said, "Just now, there seems to be someone else here."

The doctor's voice stopped abruptly, and he looked at his young accomplice in astonishment.

A mysterious smile appeared on the boy's face, "Ah, I'm talking nonsense."

Weird.

The wind blowing on the face carried the unpleasant smell of gunpowder smoke as always, Asakura Yoshimi walked slowly on the streets of Yokohama with the spirit body pinched into beads in his hands.

After coming out of the Ganghei Building, she thought about visiting the local snake here, to see how long the other side can suppress the evil spirit here.

After all, it determines when she sneaks out to avoid being caught by the ghost lamp and go to work.

It would be great if the other party could keep working so hard, if not, she would work harder to keep the evil spirits here quiet.

She slowly sensed the aura of spiritual power, and followed the subtle traces from the relatively prosperous street to a group of high and low buildings.

This place looks completely different from the city.

Ma Canghao looked around, and felt that the degree of cramped and chaotic here was comparable to the last few dozen districts of Liuhun Street in the Soul Society.

No, it's too shabby to live here.

Ma Cang really thought about her ghostly friends in those years, and the last thing was to occupy the mountain as king, and she was so uncomfortable.

Well, this is probably a guy who likes simplicity.

It's just that the smell is a little familiar.

Not long after he left, Ma Canghao smelled the vague spiritual power factor coming from the air, and felt a little familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

Well, is there anyone she knows here?

Ma Canghao turned a corner of the street, not surprisingly, he noticed a strong wind blowing behind him.

Wow, did you finally dare to make a move after following her all the way?

Ma Cang didn't turn his head back, and flicked back casually.

Suddenly there was a continuous scream.

Ma Canghao: "..." She didn't use much force, so what?

The white-haired boy struggled to get up, and shouted at the back of the little girl in front of him:

"You wait, I'll go find our leader!"

Asakura was speechless.

Anyway, being idle is idle, Ma Cang turned around slowly, walked up to the white-haired boy, kicked it down, stepped on his chest, and looked down at him.

"You were the one who attacked me first, are you still reasonable?"

"So what?"

The white-haired boy struggled for a long time, but the weight on his chest was like a mountain, so he could only look at her fiercely.

"This is the territory of our "Sheep". I haven't seen you before. You must be a spy sent by the port mafia!"

Ma Canghao's clogs crushed against his chest: "Are you blind?"

"you!"

Being hit to the ground by a girl who was much younger than him seemed to annoy the white-haired boy, but he couldn't break free no matter what, and his limbs danced on the ground funny.

"You wait, if you dare to touch me, our leader will not let you go!"

"Oh——" Ma Cang tilted his head, "So who is the leader you have been talking about just now?"

A figure that pierced through the air like a bullet came sharply from the top of the head, accompanied by a slightly hoarse voice——

"it's me!"

The author has something to say: it's her, it's her, it's her, let's go to the comment area——

Hello sister Zhongyuan!

A good sister is not a person with supernatural powers, so she is disqualified and invalid in the world.

And, I've seen Shirase upset for a long time.

Also, if you read the text carefully, the little cutie will find that Sister Zhongyuan has no memory either.