non-human secret history

"Oh?" Wu Mi's voice rose slightly: "Really? Won't you tell me?"

"Look, you still want it." I sneered, "Or you can beg me, beg me to tell you where that flower is. Beg me to tell you how a ghost should live."

I can feel Oni Wu Tsuji's anger gradually accumulating with my words, I know this is a very dangerous or even deadly thing - because I know very well that as the weakest of the ghosts, my strength is probably true. There is no way to compete with this so-called ghost king who has been wild for thousands of years, but if you want to hand him over to Kazama Chikage, you have to use your brain.

Blue Bana, this is a good bait.

The long-standing speculation seems to have been answered, but I don't have the energy to be surprised or mourned.Because as Gui Wu Tsuji Mumi gradually rose, his attacks became more and more ruthless——

up to a certain apex.

"Pleading?" A gust of wind blew past, with his disdainful tone: "Why should I submit to someone as weak as you? What right do you have to act like a superior in front of me?"

"But blood is not determined by power." I retorted: "Although slaves have power, they are just slaves in the eyes of nobles. It's like no matter how powerful you are, you will never be orthodox among ghosts—"

"Very good." He suddenly sneered, "Very good if you dare to offend me like this."

The action suddenly slowed down, and I even felt that the pressure around me had eased a bit, but I knew it wasn't over, it would be better to say that this person's anger at the moment was like lava that was about to erupt.

"You're wrong. It's the lower-ranking people who offend the higher-ranking ones, but I should probably call it preaching to you?"

He stopped completely and stood on the branch, looking down at me with those scarlet eyes.

"You will pay for what you said, and one day, I will make you regret—"

"What is this?" I also stopped the sword in my hand, put one hand on my waist, and continued to provoke: "Although he is self-proclaimed, he can be regarded as a ghost king, right? He can't fight like a child. Ruthless words, why, are you planning to go back and call your lord?"

"The question is, do wild ghosts like you have adults?"

"I originally wanted to use you for other purposes." Oni Wu Tsuji narrowed his eyes and raised his chin: "But now I have changed my mind."

The magnetic coda still lingered in the air, and a gust of wind stronger than ever before suddenly swept over me. The speed was so fast and the momentum was so fierce that I couldn't resist at all. A little room for reaction.

And my last impression before I lost consciousness was the figure of Xingcun fighting to the extreme in front of me and the heavy blow to the back of the neck.

When I woke up again, everything around me was quiet.The purpose of entering is an unfamiliar room, which is very simple and even a bit shabby.

Across some dilapidated walls, there is another person's breath vaguely in another room - that is the most ordinary human being, even weaker than ordinary human beings.

——It has an inexplicable sense of harmony with the target scene, I think, maybe it is the owner of this house.

Besides that human being, there is also an acquaintance of mine nearby.

Ghost dance Tsuji is not miserable.

He was lying beside me, with his eyes closed, and his breath was very peaceful and calm.

Appears to be asleep.

I am not surprised that he will appear here, after all, I was taken away from the battlefield by him.

But I was a little surprised that he could actually show such a defenseless appearance - his eyebrows and eyes are actually pretty, but his skin is showing a kind of paleness that is approaching sickness.

Like a fine work of art.

I don't know what kind of fate he will face if he is really brought back to the ghost clan. Such a thing has nothing to do with me. All along, I just want to hand over this person to Chikage Kazama as soon as possible, and then continue to live the original life The kind of life that is so peaceful that it is not worth recording at all.

Perhaps in the future history, I will only remember the matter of me bringing him back to the ghost clan, but I think, maybe after many years, I may still recall this scene in front of me.Without those emotions about blood origin or likes and dislikes, just simply appreciate this picture——

I subconsciously wanted to reach out, but the moment I pulled my fingertips, I felt an unexpectedly severe pain.

Probably because I was not conscious before, so even the sensory nerves were a little numb.It wasn't until this moment that I suddenly realized that the bones all over my body seemed to be falling apart, and there seemed to be several wounds on my body that hadn't healed.

I immediately felt startled.This is something that I have never experienced in my ghost life for so many years-after all, I have a self-healing ability that I am proud of.

Some wondered "Huh", but his voice was indescribably hoarse.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and then there was a "squeak" from the old door panel, and a somewhat stooped figure appeared in front of me.

It is the master of that weak breath.

It was an elderly woman, her plain face was badly etched by the years, and her eyes were slightly cloudy.

She almost shuffled towards me—probably because of this, the sound of her movements was so clear.

"You've finally woken up." She deliberately lowered her voice when she spoke, "It's really great, Mr. Yueyan can feel at ease now."

Tsukihiko?Who is that?

I just felt that my brain was a little short-circuited, but the old woman didn't care much, and said to herself: "Since I came here late that night, Mr. Yueyan has been guarding you all day and all night, and I just went to rest now." ——Despite such misfortune, it is always rare to have such a considerate gentleman by his side, Madam is really lucky."

"What...what?" I couldn't understand a word of what the woman said.

lady?is she talking to meIs my head messed up or is she getting something wrong?What else is there to accompany Mr.... To be reasonable, I remember that I seem to be a poor single ghost who has lived for thousands of years...

The woman's senses are more insensitive than ordinary humans, and my voice, which is as thin as a gnat, was not caught by her.She stood up directly, and said slowly: "You should be hungry after sleeping for a long time. Mr. Yueyan also told you in advance that you always prepare porridge and side dishes on the stove, so that you won't be hungry when you wake up." .”

...Wait a minute so it's the way I opened my eyes wrong?Or is there finally an insurmountable communication barrier between ghosts and humans, so that I can't understand a word this guy said?

Auntie, please stay!I have something to defend!

The author has something to say:

When I saw several people quarreling with me, I asked why the heroine was so weak and wanted to draw hatred from the boss, because she felt that she was resistant.As mentioned in the text, she has self-healing skills and is not afraid of poison. She can be called the king of T in both physical and physical defense. Moreover, she has short legs and the boss can’t catch up with her. It’s not normal for the boss to take the initiative to chase her by pulling hatred. Idea?For her, the task itself takes precedence over her own safety, and what she made was a judgment that was in line with her position.

She overturned because the BOSS has hidden skills as mentioned in the article.

Sigh... Otherwise, next time I write the key plot, I will mark it, although I know that if I mark it, some people will not read it and jump out to slap me.