Don't talk about love, just sell birds

The forest was so quiet that there were no insects or birds singing. In the dead silence, Izumo made further confirmation before making a move, "You said that you are Tabu Mionoga, do you have any evidence? There should be a tear mole in the corner of your right eye." .”

With a deep voice, he stroked his fingers towards the corners of his eyes, which were covered by black spots so he couldn't see clearly, but he could feel a slight bulge on his fingertips, "Why do you know that I have a mole here?"

Now that you are asking this question, you should be right. The corners of Izumo's lips opened up in a dangerous arc, "If you are Tabu Mionaka, then things are simple. Six years ago, you died of illness. But I have lived until now, and I want to arrest you for the crime of illegally staying in this world, and then it will depend on my mood whether I will hand you over to the ghost lamp or keep you in the black cavity."

Even though she didn't fully understand these few words, Yinyinjia understood what he meant.

"...Are you an existence like a hell messenger? No wonder you are so familiar with this power."

Even with a reliable guess about Izumo's identity, Yinyinjia never changed his smile. If he can find out the truth about this hot spring by contacting him, even if there is a risk, it is worthwhile.

Yinyinjia approached Izumo, raised her hand, opened her fingers slightly, and ingested something in the air, "So, is it better to continue calling you the cute ghost hunter or the messenger? Now, do you know? Anyone Everyone has fear in their hearts, and I can peek into a person's subconscious."

Izumo seemed to stand there blankly, without any movement of resistance.

As the distance between the two drew closer, Yinyinjia actually received feedback from the magnetic field. Unfortunately, it wasn't fear. The more thoughts in this person's mind at this moment were... Missing?

No matter who you are, you will have fear. It may be the most primitive fear of darkness, or it may be the fear of certain people and things due to mental trauma, or it may come from the instinctive fear of death and injury to the strong.

Even if the conscious mind can control fear, the subconscious mind cannot change the fact that there is fear, and its power can amplify this fear.

There is no person without fear in this world, even the person who turned him into a ghost...has strong fear.

What's more, in this kind of situation, life-and-death battles will happen at any time, and what's thinking is not tactics but thoughts?

Yinyinjia tried to find a breakthrough from here, and rushed into his heart in one breath, "Who are you missing? It must be someone who is very important to you?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the murderous aura on Izumo's body instantly dissipated, and the surrounding air jumped up, "Can you actually feel it?"

Izumo has a new idea, he doesn't eat this person anymore, he wants to keep him as a mood tester, the content of the first job is to see if Giyuu misses himself.

Yinyinjia is not sure what the reason for his joy is. Generally speaking, is this the reaction to being punctured in the bottom of his heart?

However, there is still a problem with letting him use it for himself. Izumo heard that Gui Wu Tsuji Mumi gave his blood to humans to turn them into ghosts, and when he divided the blood, he would plant a curse in the body of the ghost. Through it it is possible to grasp his position and even read thoughts.

Izumo looked up and down Otoka repeatedly. He seemed to be acting on his own will. If Kimai Tsuji had known the existence of this hot spring, he would have taken it for himself, but the reality is that he has not yet action.

Izumo still wants to confirm this kind of thing with me, "Is it because of Altana crystals that you can escape from the control of Kimai Tsuji with your own will?"

Ignoring Izumo's voice again and again, when he was thinking about the problem, he had already come within reach, and gently covered Izumo's heart with his hand, and it entered his consciousness in just a moment.

The flow of time in the conscious world and the real world is different, and time passes very slowly here. I wanted to find out the opponent's weakness with ease, but before Yinyinjia reacted, there was a huge amount of information drilled into my mind. The amount of information was too much. As for him, he suffered a considerable mental burden and was forced to withdraw from the conscious world in embarrassment.

Yinyinjia's face turned pale, and her body also swayed.

Izumo asked, "Did you find nothing unusual?"

Yinyinjia put her hand up again and pressed hard, "There is no... heartbeat, and this touch is completely different from the softness of human beings."

"You just found out." Izumo gave him a look like a fool.

"Your heart is on the right side? And you can't tell from the outside, you actually have good muscles, surprisingly strong and hard."

Izumo pondered for two seconds, and said affirmatively, "I found that your brain is not working well, is it because you have been a ghost for too long and become stupid?"

I understood the sound of these words, but I didn't become angry from embarrassment. I maintained my demeanor and entered Izumo's conscious world again. This time I was mentally prepared, and I persisted for a little longer than before.

But the information is too much and too complicated to be sorted out for a while.

It was equivalent to suffering a heavy mental attack. Yinyinjia's face turned paler, and her lips lost their color.

Impossible... Such a large amount of information is not something that a person who has only lived for more than ten years should have, at least hundreds of years.

Can humans live that long?

impossible.

"...Are you a ghost?"

Yinyinjia, who asked this question, couldn't believe it. A ghost actually sneaked into the ghost killing team and became a ghost hunter?Did he receive instructions from Kimai Tsuji, or... just like himself, he got out of control.

Thinking that he is not afraid of the sun, Yinyinjia is more and more sure that it is the latter.

Izumo looked down at the place he touched, swept it with his hands, and said calmly, "You haven't answered my question just now, you can break away from Onimai Tsuji's control with your own will, Is it because of Altana crystals?"

"I don't know what the Altana crystals in your mouth are."

Yinyinjia didn't dare to underestimate him anymore, and took two steps back cautiously, but Izumo had already identified him, and approached him actively, "What you said should be true, but I did feel Altana's breath in you, That plant I don't know what it is...you pulled it out, right?"

The other party's voice and powerful breath attacked Yinyinjia's nerves, and the face that was close at hand could count fan-like eyelashes as long as he lowered his head.

The breath sprinkled on your face as you speak...

So cold, no temperature at all.

Do ghosts have such a biological/physiological/structure?

Yinyinjia tilted her head back, trying her best to hide the redness of her ears, "Does Altana mean that power? I've already eaten that orchid, even if you kill me, it's useless."

"Well, I've changed my mind, I won't kill you." Izumo raised his jaw as he spoke, with his toes raised higher, and a beautiful arc stretched out from his lips.

This distance is enough for Yinyinjia to see clearly the pair of arse-colored eyes behind the eye holes of the mask, with a faint mist, flowing with light light, like an ignorant child who has fallen into the secular world.

The long hair was lying on the ground, and the night wind blew, and the broken hair scattered on his forehead danced in the air, brushing his eyelids lightly, his eyelashes trembling involuntarily, and finally accepted that this person was himself Inescapable reality.

"Old Master, Old Master Quack~"

The rough voice invaded Yinyinjia's eardrums suddenly, and he suddenly woke up like a dream. After taking a deep look at Izumo, he jumped back and disappeared in the darkness.

He hasn't left Kawakami Village for hundreds of years, and Izumo is not in a hurry, he raised his arm to let the crow land, "Why don't you come here to protect Giyuu?"

Salmon Taro quacked twice, and said in the authentic Nihong language that he had learned with great difficulty, "I thought the old master would miss Giyuu so much~so I stole his socks~you can think about others~"

Sure enough, the left paw was holding a white two-toed sock.

"..."

After two seconds of weird silence, Izumo denied it, "Who wants to be brave! I didn't! I wasn't! Don't talk nonsense!"

Salmon Taro blinked his mung bean-like eyeballs, did not doubt the old master's words at all, blamed himself for guessing the old master's mind wrongly, and wanted to fly away dejectedly.

After only flying half a foot away, he was fished back, and looked back at Izumo suspiciously.

Izumo struggled for a long time before asking softly, "Does Giyuu miss me?"

Salmon Taro thought for a while, then shook his head honestly, "Yiyu never mentioned the old master's name once—Quack! Broken foot! Murdered crow! Murdered crow!"

Izumo withdrew his hand, and asked again unwilling to admit it, "Are you sure Giyuu didn't miss me? It's best to think carefully before speaking."

Salmon Taro thought about it seriously, and was really sure that Giyuu hadn't said his name, but the pain in his feet taught him to be a bird, so he had to explain euphemistically, "As soon as Giyuu arrived at Mount Takao, he was discovered by a group of ghosts, and he couldn't cut it down anyway." After that, there is no extra energy to think about other things."

"So it's not that he doesn't miss me but he doesn't have time to think about anything else?"

Satisfied, Izumo let go of his hand, and Salmontaro immediately flew up far away for safety. He was sure that if it wasn't Giyao's crow but another ghost's crow, it would have died long ago See King Ling, bah, I went to see Moxu.

Salmon Taro, who cherishes life, did not dare to stay any longer, and hurriedly opened his black mouth and wanted to leave because he was worried about Giyuu's safety.

"Wait a moment."

The faint voice from behind made Salmontaro stop flapping his wings, "Quack, is there anything else?"

Izumo didn't pay attention to Salutaro's trembling ending, and spread his hands, "Socks."

Salmon Taro couldn't react for a while, and he used his limited brain capacity to think for a while before letting go of his claws with a dull "quack".

A white shadow fell in the night, and Izumo caught it accurately, and didn't care about Salmontaro's going or staying, worrying that his strength would tear his socks, he carefully and carefully hid them close to his chest.

At the same moment, Giyong looked at Salmon Taro who flew out of the black cavity expressionlessly, and Salmon Taro flew away with a guilty conscience, not daring to look at the man with one foot bare.

Just now, it took advantage of Yiyong's fight with the ghost to seize the opportunity and snatched away the socks. Its teeth were too good and it accidentally bit off the shoe tie.

It did this for the sake of righteousness and bravery, and broke the heart of an old father.

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Well, brother is online o>_