[Comprehensive] It's not that there is a problem with the way I make friends

"This incident has come to an end, Shiratori Police Department."

Facing the young police officer who came to the door specially, Yue Jian could only answer him in this way.

"But do you really think..."

Shiratori looked eager and confused, he couldn't figure out why Teruhashi Tsukimi, who had been actively cooperating with the police officer for others before, suddenly agreed with the tone of the above.On the way here, he was confident in whether he could persuade the boy.

Reality hit him hard.

"Not in my opinion, but in fact."

He confirmed the analysis with the police department, but he couldn't explain to him why he no longer cared about this matter.

How should I put it, the moment hell intervened in this matter, it was destined to be beyond the scope of understanding in this world.

Tsukimi's eyes fell on the newspapers that Hasebe had folded and placed on the coffee table. In an inconspicuous corner of the stack of newspapers, an obituary was published.

The culprit has brought upon himself and exiled himself to hell.Unless the police have the ability to find evidence of this person's involvement in the case from the only clues, it's like what Yue Jian said, and it's over.

"Focus on those who really need help, Shiratori Police Department."

When sending people away, even though he knew it was useless, he still persuaded him like this.

Full of depression and doubts, the upright police officer Shiratori left Teruhashi House under the watchful eyes of Tsukimi and his housekeeper.

"You said he would listen to the persuasion and stop the investigation?"

Yuejian looked at the other person's back and asked Hasebe beside him, but before he could speak, she suddenly smiled, and then answered herself.

"It's impossible to even think about it."

Even if the higher-ups forcefully close the case, I'm afraid those police officers will find time in private to continue the investigation.Regardless of whether Yue Jian agrees with such behavior, at least the spirit is commendable.

Unfortunately, it was destined to be a waste of effort.

but……

"Is this really good?"

Yue Jian looked up and looked at the ghost lamp coming out of the small study room on the second floor.Today he didn't drink the hidden medicine, and the ghost horns and pointed ears were exposed.Shiratori rushed over, so he asked the assistant officer to hide in the small study and wait for a while.

"It's really difficult to take care of the reputation in the world, but I will let the hell girl pay attention to this part in the future."

Human death is not all things are empty, there is still another life to measure the crime and give the punishment.Because the reputation in the world does not affect the severity of the trial, it is inevitable that Bishi overlooked this point.

If you think about it now, it is really inappropriate for only one of them to bear the infamy for committing a major crime as well.

For the hell who can see the sinner's life, it is not difficult to find the evidence-why can't it be done if you can't find it?That is to make Yan Moai and her subordinates spend more effort.

Originally, the hell girl would restore the honor of those who had nowhere to go but found the communication from hell.Now that the system has changed, publishing the sins of evil clients is also part of the job.

Holding the pen sent by Snapdragon in his right hand, Ghost Lamp scribbled a few strokes in the notebook he carried with him.

"That's fine." Picking up the dagger that was put aside and hugging it in his arms, Yue Jian walked upstairs, "I just don't know, why does that Matsuo hate me so much?"

Obviously he remembered Guidengsang said that only when the resentment is deep enough can he contact Hell Communication, where is the hatred?

"This one."

Ghost Lantern thought about the life of the person he called out when he worked overtime last night, stroked his smooth chin, and replied.

"Because he has a fiancée named Mikiko Takenaka."

Yue Jian was taken aback for a moment, of course he remembered the name.In the previous hacking incident, the only victim was also the direct target of his charitable foundation.

He is not so forgetful.

"Does he resent me?"

There was a little incomprehension in Yuejian's voice, he could understand it for anyone in the hacking incident, but he didn't expect to be more resentful than the victim's family.

After all, in that incident, as the target of the stolen manuscript and the preparation of planting, he can also be regarded as half of the victim.

"He thinks you are the culprit of all this." Ghost Lantern explained in a calm voice that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, and then patted Yuejian who walked to him, with the three big characters of 'can't figure it out' written on his face brightly.

"Don't think so much, it's just ugly jealousy, you don't have to understand it."

Otherwise, one will not go to heaven and the other will go to hell.

This is the so-called summer insects can't speak ice!

"Isn't it just to vent your anger?"

Yue Jian was a little confused when he heard it, "Because the other two have already entered the prison, and he couldn't find the hacker who didn't know where he went, so I, who was still active in society, became the only one he could vent his anger on. object."

If this is the case, it's not that I don't understand.

"If you are really angry for your dead fiancée, wouldn't the other two criminals who are still living well even though they are in prison be more suitable targets."

Do you have to find Zhao Qiaoyue to see this young master who is heavily protected, go around in such a big circle, and kill more than ten innocent people?

Even in the last step of communicating with Hell, he has the opportunity to change his name to either of those two, instead of Zhaoqiao Yuejian.

Jealousy can also turn people into evil spirits. If it was the great onmyoji in Heianjing, he would probably say so!

Ghost Lamp just stretched out his hand again, and touched the boy's silvery head.

In his thousands of years of career as an assistant officer, he was used to seeing all kinds of dead people who hurt others with weird reasons, and this was just one case that wasn't serious, let alone special.

For the first time, the young and calm ghost reveals his experience of more than 4000 years.

Still wearing a yukata with a black background and a red border, painted with physalis patterns, Ghost Lantern took out a smartphone from the sleeve, handed it to Yuejian, and said as if changing the subject.

The R&D department has already modified it for you. According to what they said, unless you change the world, you will never be cut off the signal. "

The world of corpses and souls is considered to be a world of its own now, but it was separated from hell in the first place. In this respect, it has an advantage over other hells that have not established diplomatic relations.

"Are you really determined to go to the Soul Realm?"

After thanking the ghost lamp, Yuejian took the phone and put it in his pocket, looking forward to this question.

"Well, Aizan Sante invited me, and I'd like to see what the other world is like."

It's because it was that man's invitation, so it's hard to reassure people!

Thinking of this, Ghost Lamp let out a 'tsk' in his heart.

Under the brainwashing day after day in the almost completely closed world of corpses and souls, a person who can grow into his current appearance and rebel against the King of Spirits without hesitation—the key is that the possibility of success is still very high—how amazing would such a person be? The danger is almost self-evident.

The ghost lamp could almost see the growing divinity in this man.

It's not good or bad. Japan claims to have 800 million gods, but it just counts some little demons who have received worship.Those who have faith become gods; those who lose faith become demons.

The god of death is also one of the 800 million gods. He has a low godhead, but he does exist.

However, it is the first time I have seen a ghost lamp that can improve the godhead by itself without faith.

Such a 'god' brings either disaster or great order.

In the final analysis, the current and soon-to-be former Lingwang is too disappointing!

As an existence that opened up the soul world and was recognized by the law, instead of perfecting the rules of the new world while the iron was hot, and confirming the godhead of his own spirit king, his limbs were cut off by his subordinates, leaving only a head and torso sealed in the crystal.

For the sake of betraying relatives, did that guy really lose his mind?

The first assistant officer in hell who used to beat people with three meals a day plus afternoon tea and supper thought unconsciously.

"If it's possible, can you bring me some samples from the Soul World?"

Ghost Lantern asked, but the action of handing the special backpack to Yue Jian was unambiguous.

"sample?"

Dumbly took the backpack with a black background and red border, printed with Physalis pattern, which was exactly the same style as someone's bathrobe, Yuejian replied in bewilderment.

"Well, is it a specialty product?"

In this case, he will take it without telling you.

"It's fine to say it's a special product, but I want to specify it."

...Although it is different from the tradition, Tsukimi accepts it well.

To some extent, Ghost Lamp's straightforward words and deeds saved him from spending his brains in this regard.

"This backpack is also the latest achievement of the scientific research department. Inspired by the Qiankun bag from China, it can hold more things than it appears on the surface."

The scientific research department has spent a lot of time in order to develop this... almost hundreds of years, right?

However, the space for expansion is still limited, which is not very satisfactory.

"Huh? Is it okay to give this to me?"

The ghost lamp waved his hand, and he didn't think it would be a bit illegal to give the scientific and technological achievements of hell to people in this world. For thousands of years, there have not been many living creatures in hell, so that hazy cars (hell taxis) It is a ghost story that regards it as being carried to a living person in the world of hazy cars.

For them, the level of horror is about the same as that of a taxi carrying a ghost in the real world.

Really counting, Yuejian has also contributed to the completion of the regulations of hell-yes, after the ghost lamp is ready to go back, plus you can't just send things that don't meet the development level of the world to the living, this item is basically useless The partial door regulations above.

"It's okay, it's just a first-generation experimental product, as long as it doesn't leak out."

Because the expansion space is not very large, even if ordinary people see it, they will only think that this backpack is designed in appearance, which is more than what it looks like.This is one of the reasons why Ghost Lantern can rest assured.

The most important thing, of course, is that Yue Jian's character and reliability can make people feel at ease.

"I'll make a list of what I want later and send it to you by email."

The voice was as cold as usual, but Yue Jian could hear the taste of deep anticipation, and couldn't help but smile.

"Ok."

After explaining everything and handing over the necessary props for collecting samples, the ghost lamp opened the passage to hell and prepared to go back.

Originally, he was very busy at this time, for the soul that had just been exiled to hell.The records department was working overtime to sort out this person's biographical information, and he also took advantage of this gap to come out.

According to the current time, the recording department should almost be finished.The next step is to enter the formal trial process. According to the regulations, the person responsible for the crime is required to select a few more important links and watch the trial process.

"It's very busy just thinking about it, troublesome."

"It's a good thing he wasn't asked to kill more people, otherwise the workload in hell would increase accordingly!" Tsukimi, who had inexplicably learned about the trial process in hell, sighed sincerely.

"There will be the foundation's first dinner in a few days, would Ghost Lantern take the time to attend?"

It's also good to take time to take a break in the busy work.

Ghost Lantern thought about it with excitement, and finally shook his head regretfully.

"It may not be possible to spare the time."

Workload is something that will not be shifted by other people's wishes. The death peak in winter has just passed, and hell has been in the aftermath of this season. It will not be so busy until summer.

At this time, even King Yan Mo would be forced to work overtime with his mace.

"Well, just message me if you need to relax."

Nodding his head, Ghost Lantern, who was about to leave as he was about to leave, suddenly thought of something, pointed to Mikazuki Zongjin who was placed by Yuejian, and warned.

"If you go to the soul world, remember to take him with you. Send me a message if you have anything, and don't forget to write a diary every day about the customs and customs of the soul world."

He really wanted to take a trip and do a social survey!

"I'll try my best, although according to Aizen-san, I'm not allowed to play."

He is still worrying about how to arrange the current courses during the six weeks of summer vacation.And what about family and friends.

Fortunately, the most troublesome brother has been persuaded by Aizen-sang himself-speaking of this, he is really curious about how Aizen-sang did it.Before, he just went to hell for one night, and he completely pissed people off. Until now, he feels that it was a miracle that he was able to calm brother Zhen down.

However, Zhengjiang's side is also not easy to fool!

And, I'm afraid all the routine family gatherings will be skipped.

Yue Jian, who had been arranged for no reason, waved his fingers and thought about it with a headache. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he could get ready now.

"Isn't it a vacation?"

Only then did he realize that it was not the short trip he had imagined. Ghost Lantern stood still, turned around and asked in surprise.

"It's to learn the way of swordsmanship, no, to adapt to actual combat."

No matter how you listen to the phrase of cultivating combat awareness, it feels a bit secondary, and Yue Jian can't say it at all, so he has to explain it vaguely.

"Shaxu, I understand."

Adding another item to the list of specialties in his mind, Ghost Lamp didn't say anything more - the first assistant officer in hell seemed to have honeyed confidence in the force value of his future assistant.

However, before leaving, his eyes turned around Yuejian's neck.

Wouldn't it be nice if some protection could be added?

Even if it is a ghost lamp, because of the lack of sufficient understanding of today's ghost world, I forgot for a while, killing the ghost, no, it is the work of purifying the ghost and the god of death.And this so-called purification is just like its literal meaning.

One thing that can only be done with the Godhead of 'Reaper'.

However, Aizen who single-handedly planned to bring Yuejian to Soul Soul Realm did not ignore this point.

The dark and vast hallway of the Great Spirit Book is nearly 46 meters below the basement of Room 46. There is no warrant issued by the sage in Room [-], and the place is completely forbidden to pass. Today, an old friend is ushered in again.

The guards were at the entrance, and the guards masked in white cloth seemed to be blind and deaf. They didn't realize that the captain of the [-]th Division of the Goutei [-]th Squad passed them calmly step by step.

The dense books in the corridor of the Great Spirit Book, which claimed to record all the records since the formation of the Soul World, failed to attract even half of his attention. The tall man walked in the empty corridor, but he did not make a single extra sound lightly.

Aizen Soyousuke had a clear goal, and walked towards the deeper part of the corridor of the Great Soul Book with ease.He didn't stop until he came to a book.

"Oh, the enchantment under the cloth has changed?"

Lan Ran thought for a while, then smiled selfishly, "It turns out that another ten years have passed."

The barriers inside the Great Spirit Book Corridor are changed every ten years, which is already considered frequent for the world of corpses and souls that has been around for hundreds of years.This also means that it has been more than ten years since Aizen came here last time.

Ten years, or even a hundred years, doesn't mean much to the soul world, which doesn't feel the passage of time.Even the commoners in Liuhun Street have gotten used to not recording their age anymore.

Only at the annual celebrations can we feel that the world is still alive.

Aizen's fingers lightly slid across the center of the barrier, which was the spine of the book.The enchantment that made Central Room 46 complacent was easily broken, no, the word broken is not accurate.

Instead, it automatically opened to Aizen, like a domestic cat whose neck was scratched, revealing its snow-white belly.

Behind the barrier that opened on its own is a simple wooden door that doesn't match the style of the soul world.If the ghost lamp is here, it can be seen that this is the architectural style from the early hell when the soul world was separated.

It is protected by a barrier day after day, and has not changed for more than 2000 years—even the most symbolic Yan Mo Temple in hell has undergone dozens of renovations, and basically no such roughness can be seen. But the heavy and solemn style exists.

If you want to see it, you can only go to the other world in China next door.King Qin Guang in the first hall was born in the Three Kingdoms, so the first hall he lived in had a strong Han style, and the style in front of him was learned from then on.

Behind the door is an empty hall. In the deepest part of the hall, there is a high platform. On the high platform, there is a book, a dry inkstone, a red ink stick leaning on the inkstone, and a flashing pen.

"It turns out that this is one of the authority of the Spirit King."

As I said before, only the names recorded in this book are Shinigami who possessed the godhead.And the one who can bestow godhead, isn't it the Spirit King?

It's ridiculous that he had discovered this place a long time ago, but he didn't react at all.

Even if the spirit king has no limbs, he still has to be on guard, so that this booklet does not appear within the range of the spirit king's perception?

The five members of Squad Zero, called the exclusive agents of the royal family, were directly ordered to protect the Spirit King.

Central Room 46 and the captain of the Gotei [-]th Division define them in this way.

Protect?

ridiculous.

His name is a guard, but he is actually a jailer.To them, King Ling is just a prisoner who cannot let him die.

Well, in a sense, it did protect his safety.

For example, keep the crystal that seals the body of the Spirit King strong, and prevent it from being scattered along with the prisoners inside.

The inkstone had dried up, and Aizen naturally took out a small pot of water from his sleeve, adding water calmly while grinding the ink.

If it weren't for this empty and dim background, the slow movements would almost make people think that he was teaching calligraphy in Mao's class with a personable and natural manner.

It didn't take too long, after grinding out a little ink enough for a name, Aizen opened the book, and turned to the latest page almost immediately.

"It's much faster than last time."

This seemingly thin book actually records the names of all the deaths in the Jingling Court. After 2000, the accumulated names should also have a terrible thickness, but this is not the case.

Aizen remembered that when he came for the first time, he turned through dozens of pages before reaching the newest place; when he came for the second time, he turned over ten pages.Today is the third time.

Almost at the same time as he touched the book, it flipped to that place. What this meant, Aizen had guessed in his mind.

"However, the place I want to record is not here."

With a chuckle, Aizen turned forward.Just like before, without him having to search page by page, the book was automatically opened to the position he wanted to open.

Among a group of names with moderate intervals, he saw his own at a glance.

Aizen's fingers lightly stroked her own name, the writing on that record was very beautiful, it seemed to be a woman.

"Unsatisfactory."

Many names on the side have turned gray. Those are the names of people who became the God of Death at the same time. Aizen's excellent memory can still recall the appearance of those people according to these names.

There was a little light on the fingertips, and he pressed the gray 'Ikeda Yunzi' next to his name.

As if accepting Aizen's idea, the name melted away little by little, until finally the light yellow color of the book page underneath was revealed.

When he picked up the pen, it seemed to be as heavy as a thousand jun and as light as a wandering bird, and he wrote down four Chinese characters.

See you on the bridge.

It's on the right side of Aizen Soyousuke, the closest place.

Aizen looked at the two names that were close together, thought for a while, and suddenly picked up the pen again.

Above his own name, he wrote it again.

The sharp and introverted font easily replaced the original beauty, shining exactly the same aura as "Zhaoqiao Yuejian".

Then, he reached out and erased all the gray names on the entire page.

In the center of the blank page, two names that are too lonely to be picked up alone are nestled together.

Aizen looked and looked again, and was finally satisfied.

He put down his pen, turned and left.

If there is no accident, when he appears here next time, everything will be different.

At the same time, in this world.

The night in spring is bright and beautiful. Through the undrawn curtains, the moonlight shines through the window glass of a room on the second floor of Zhaoqiao House, and gently shines on a bed with the curtains wide open.

There was a very familiar small bag of gin on the bed, and even after falling asleep, the whole body was buried under the quilt, with only a furry head exposed, which was exactly the same as when he was a child.

The difference is that there is an extra machete at hand.

Gin knew that it was the Mikazuki Zongjin presented by Aizen, known as the famous sword among the famous swords, and it should have been a national treasure in the museum.

——Except for the fact that he came from Aizen, which made him extremely unhappy, what is the difference between the so-called national treasure and not the national treasure?

A gold sculpture on Yuejian's desk, a feathered snake ornament with emerald eyes embedded is also a national treasure, isn't it used by him to amuse the children?

These years have flowed out of the black market, and most of the things he thinks the kid likes have been washed by him before entering the kid's bedroom in Zhaoqiao House.

If you estimate the price, this bedroom alone can scare the average rich person.

However, in Gin's eyes, those are all playthings for Yue Jian to play with.

Except for one more practical function, Sanri Yuezong is not much different from other things.

However, as a knife itself, I would rather be regarded as an ordinary blade that can kill enemies, rather than being used for play, or simply forgotten in the dark corner of the warehouse.

Lighting up a cigarette, having nothing to do at night, after looking at the 'Chagang' gin for a while, I frowned slightly.

The frequency of the kid turning over is not right.

I got sick?Unlike, the temperature detector left on the kid's bed didn't feed back any special information.

Is that a nightmare?

Then there was no way, and now he couldn't run back and pat the kid on the back, sing nursery rhymes to him to lull him to sleep.

Thinking of the stupid things he did when he was young, Gin's face turned dark.

After staring at the small bag on the screen for a while, he simply turned off the screen out of sight and out of mind.

After all, he was still a boy, so having nightmares was nothing.

However, unlike Gin Jiu's imagination, Yue Jian didn't think he had a nightmare.

He was just a little sick, feeling slightly out of breath.However, after adapting, I feel inexplicably very energetic and comfortable.

It's a bit like the reaction of human beings to the oxygen-enriched environment for the first time.

Is this really a dream?The reaction was all too real.

After adapting to the environment here, Yue Jian carefully observed the surrounding situation.

The more he observes, the more he frowns, for everything he sees in front of him.

I don't know if it's in a 'dream', the palace in front of me is gorgeous and noble, but Yue Jian sincerely feels that it has a pale smell from the inside out.

Even though it has painted railings and painted buildings, the courtyard is dense.

He looked down at himself, he was still wearing a loose lace-up bathrobe, the color of moon white should be light, but it looked like the only living and warm existence here.

It was almost dead silent in here.

Yue Jian thought about it, and gave up the will to call out.After waiting for a while, not necessarily waking up from this strange 'dream', he decisively raised his feet and walked towards the palace.

There is no way, he only has this way in his eyes.

The directivity couldn't be more explicit.

The palace is not small, and Yuejian felt that she had walked for a long time, but still did not end.

Moreover, I didn't even see half a ghost along the way.

He pushed open the gate and stepped over the threshold. Behind the palace gate was another courtyard.

The difference is that this is a Japanese-style courtyard, and there is also some sound.Although, it was only the light sound of Xingzhu hitting the stone.

To be honest, there is no echo of birds, beasts and insects, and the sound of Xingzhu can't bring Zen, only deep horror.

Yuejian felt that he was quite courageous, so he continued to walk inward without any pause.

This calm posture was exactly the same as his kendo teacher.The light-footed, cautious but straight-forward pace has won the true heritage of Gin.

Before he knew it, his body was already branded with two 'teachers'.

Walking through the courtyard to a tall door, Tsukimi stretched out his hand and gently pushed it open.

This should be the last door.

Still no one showed up to stop him.

Then Tsukimi saw the most bizarre sight of his short life.

——The scene is not exact, it is a huge crystal standing in the center of the palace behind numerous pillars and layers of curtains.

In the crystal, there is a figure of a person.

A crippled man with no limbs left but a drive.

Just like the people described in ancient books.

Yue Jian couldn't help but stop, and couldn't help but want to hiss softly.

At this time, a hand stretched out from behind him, pressing back the unspoken voice without refusal.

Who?

Yue Jian lowered his eyes and saw that the one covering his lips was a hand in a black cage.

Familiar breath.

At the same time, a calm yet calm, inexplicably kind voice sounded directly from his mind.

[Don't make a sound, you will alarm him. 】

Yue Jian nodded slightly without any hesitation.

As if never thinking about the possibility of Yue Jian lying, that hand also withdrew without hesitation.

Then he gently grabbed Yue Jian's hand that was hanging on the side.

[I'll take you out of here. 】

The two gently exited the dead palace, and before closing the door completely, Yuejian seemed to see the person sealed in the crystal open his eyes.

A pair of strange eyes with completely black whites and white cross pupils.

Yuejian didn't know if he saw himself, but until he left with the man in the blue hunting coat in front of him and stood back at the place where he came from, the pale palace didn't show any reaction.

[You can go back soon. 】

The clear and bright male voice carried soft comfort, and the tall figure of the man stopped.

As he turned around, Yuejian also saw clearly the appearance of the person in front of him.

He has always known that others say that he is beautiful, but in fact, Yue Jian, who rarely gets in touch with people, is not very able to distinguish whether his face is beautiful or not.When you look at yourself in the mirror, you get used to it.

However, the person in front of him seemed to make him understand what the handsome appearance in the book should look like.

The dark blue hair is obediently attached to the side of the face, and the color of the pupils changes from the deep blue of the night sky to the clear of the dawn sky from top to bottom. In the center, a golden crescent moon is close to the pupils.

Under the dazzling beauty, Yuejian did not ignore the Taidao in his hand, which he was familiar with and could tell almost every detail.

...Is it Mikami Tsukimune?

With the precedent of cutting Hasebe, Yue Jian guessed the identity of the visitor almost immediately.

There was a deep smile in Sanriyue's half-closed eyes, she tilted her head slightly, and raised an index finger on her right hand in a gesture of silence.

Yuejian experienced this strange brigade and became inexplicably happy. He blinked, stretched out his left hand, which was not being held, and pulled it in front of his mouth, indicating that he would zip it up.

One big and one small, two amazingly beautiful beauties looked at each other and smiled tacitly, the scenery was beautiful enough to take your breath away.

It's a pity that no one came to appreciate it in this empty and lonely Lingwang Palace.

"Close your eyes and you can go back."

Mikazuki Zongjin lightly touched Yue Jian's head, and then crossed his hand to cover the boy's blue eyes that were as blue as the sky.

"Listen, Hasebe is calling you."

Tsukimi grasped the man's hand, trying to imitate Mikazuki and talk to him in his mind.

However, there was only time to say two words.

"then you……"

"Don't worry, I'll always be by your side, right? Soon, we'll..."

For the rest, Hasebe's anxious call gradually faded away as the reality became real from far to near.

"Aluki, Aluki, wake up, Aluki!"

Hasebe, who was already anxiously preparing to shake his hands, watched in surprise that his Aluki's closed eyes opened a small slit, opened and then closed again.

"Is the light too harsh?"

Kishi Hasebe hastily stretched out his hand, covering Tsukimi's eyes.

"Hasebe?"

"It's me, Alluki, are you alright?"

In the middle of the night, Okiri Hasebe, who was suddenly woken up by the reiatsu of his family's Aluki riot, felt the spiritual power gradually calming down as his master woke up, and couldn't help but let out a long breath.

"How are you feeling now, do you want to turn off the lights?"

Shaking his head, Yue Jian stretched out his hand under the quilt, and touched the cold touch on the edge, it was Yue Zongjin of Sankai.

He sat up, pulled out the Taidao to inspect it, and saw that the breath was as usual, so he was relieved.

"Is it really okay?"

Even if Yaki Hasebe wished he could transform back into his real body and sleep beside Aluki, but compared to this, Yue Jian's body was more important.

"It seems to be a little exhausted."

"Your spiritual power has been violent for most of the night, it's normal to collapse, don't worry."

Taking the cushion carefully, Yuejian leaned on the head of the bed comfortably, and Hasebe poured a glass of honey water that had been prepared all along and handed it to him.

"Did you have a nightmare?"

After hesitating for a moment, Hasebe still asked.

Spiritual power riots are actually very dangerous. He needs to ask to prevent such a situation from happening next time.

"Nightmare? No."

Everything that happened before is indeed very strange, but counting the three-day moon Zongjin who appeared later, can it actually be regarded as a sweet dream?

As for the spiritual violence...

Yuejian is not very sure, but if everything that happened tonight is 'real', is it because his consciousness at that time ran to that strange palace?

The spiritual power that he has been consciously controlling usually loses its valve, and it will naturally go berserk.

"There probably won't be a next time."

However, even though he had an intuition that this kind of thing would never happen again, in order to reassure Yakiri Hasebe, he still begged.

"During this time, please pay attention to Hasebe. If this happens again, please wake me up in advance."

After finally inviting Fu Sangshen, who was worried, to go back to rest, Yuejian didn't know, because this time his spiritual power riot directly attracted the attention of a small businessman who lived in seclusion in Karakura Town.

"It's really scary!"

Wearing a green gown, Kisuke Urahara, who had met Tsukimi once, stood on the roof, looking in the direction of Tokyo, and said to the black cat beside him.

"Do you think so, Ye Yisang?"