Only 100 days left in life

The scarlet liquid flowed in a very thin tube, Shiratori Mariko stuffed the three needles into the backpack behind her, and looked up at the moonlight again.

Today's moon seems to be extraordinarily bright, indifferently sprinkled light on the ground at their feet, finely divided.

Shiratori Mariko exhaled, but saw a person in a light-colored kimono with spider patterns embroidered walking towards them.

It was a very thin young man, with silver-white hair curled on the side of his face like synchronized feet, and it seemed to be shining under the moon. As he walked in, Shiratori Mariko could clearly see his face It was embroidered with the same red pattern as the male ghost who fell to the ground.

Lei jumped down from the spider silk lightly, landed in front of Fuheshier, and stared at him.

"Outsiders," his voice was calm, "why come to destroy our family's life? It's disgusting."

Although he said "family" on his lips, he didn't pay much attention to Xiang Kai lying on the ground and gradually disappearing, as if what died was just an insignificant bug.

But it's really nothing.It's just a ghost who hasn't been together for a few days and was kicked out of Twelve Ghost Moon by adults.

It was just a ghost that was thrown over by an adult and given to him like a toy.

Xiang Kai is not capable enough, nor worthy to be his family.Isn't uncle supposed to protect everyone?If not, why stay.

Shiratori Mariko frowned, feeling a little confused for the first time.

"Your family?" she said, "You mean"

Can a creature like a ghost have a family?what is going on?

She remembered the few words she heard when she landed just now, "Are you tired?"

Tired was startled by Shiratori Mariko who suddenly made a sound, and seemed to realize that there was a person standing here.

He was a little surprised and said, "Are you human? Why can't I smell your blood? Are you a ghost?"

Fu Heisher sneered, as if he was amused by this sentence.

"Obviously, I'm human," Shiratori Mariko glared at him, and asked tiredly, "Are you a ghost?"

Thinking of the horrors she saw just now, she said calmly, "Do you know everything about the mountain, including the massacre of members of the Ghost Killing Squad?"

"If this is what you want to ask," Lei said calmly, "I did give the order."

He seemed to have thought of something, "Speaking of which, I heard rumors. Would you like to be a ghost?"

It just so happened that Spider Woman, the mother of Natian Spider Mountain, had been killed by the man in front of her.

"They said that you have been taking care of that red-haired ghost hunter in every possible way these days." Longing appeared in tired eyes, "Stay here and be my mother, how about it?"

As the voice fell, the spider web in front of him condensed in an instant, and rushed towards Shiratori Mariko.

Fu Heisher beside him yawned lazily.

With one hand around Mariko Shiratori's waist, he jumped towards the tree above, and with the other hand, he split the sticky, intertwined spider webs.

Shiratori Mariko who was suddenly picked up and didn't react:? ? ?

"Me?" she asked, "What about your original mother?"

"I was killed by the people around you," said Lei, who was chasing up, a little strangely, "Don't you know?"

He didn't seem to have any emotions, and seemed to be a little cold, "Don't struggle, you can't escape."

Not only these two people, but also the three ghost hunters who have followed up the mountain, and another ghost with a strange appearance.

After they met "Dad", they would all die without accident.

The sound of hunting wind blowing on the side of her face, but Mariko Shiratori was still thinking about the information revealed in the tiring words.

"Did you find your last mother in this way?" she asked.

"Well," Lei used the spider web to intercept their escape direction, but still replied patiently to Mariko Shiratori, "But she can't protect us. She can't even protect the children, she is also a very useless mother."

"So, you can also die."

Shiratori Mariko exhaled, and reorganized the clues she got now.There must be some communication channel between these ghosts. The ghost named "Lei" in front of him is probably the actual controller of this mountain forest full of spiders.

Capture him, probably half the trouble.

At this moment, Fu Heisher suddenly turned around in mid-air, and the sun wheel knife in his hand, which he did not know from the hand of a member of the ghost killing team who fell to the ground, slammed into the spider web behind him, making a crisp sound. hum.

"Finished?" he said, splitting the spider web in front of him again.

Shiratori Mariko nodded, "Almost."

She cautiously wrapped her arms around Fu Hesher's neck, "Can you handle it?"

Fuheshier glanced at Shiratori Mariko.

"Small," he said contemptuously, licking the scar at the corner of his mouth, "it's just a piece of trash."

"You can't escape," said Lei, "I really like another pair of ghost hunter brothers and sisters. I hope that after you are solved, I can take another sister back later."

He spoke as if he was planning to go down the mountain to buy some vegetables.

Tired raised his hands.

Countless silk threads swept towards Shiratori Mariko, almost wrapping them up.

Fu Heisher held the knife with one hand, and easily slashed towards the spider web in front of him. At this moment, the sun wheel knife made a small cracking sound again.

Tired once again increased the strength, only to hear a click, and the sun wheel knife shattered like this.

Fu Heisher clicked his tongue a little displeased.

"It's really inferior," he said, and he threw the handle of the Sun Wheel Saber aside, "Hold on tight."

Shiratori Mariko responded in a low voice, and saw Fu Heisher pounced on it, and directly grasped the entangled spider web with his hands.

The spider web that wrapped the two of them like a cocoon kept trembling, and finally, Fu Heisher forcibly tore open a huge gap for people to pass through.

Throwing the broken cocoon aside, Fu Heisher took out another sun wheel knife from the mouth of the ugly treasure who didn't know when it was wrapped around his leg.

Choubao's saliva trickled down to the ground, and he pulled out a long piece of silk thread.

Mariko Shiratori closed her eyes, looking at the ugly treasure that was trying to avoid her in surprise, "You didn't throw it away?"

She thought that Fu Heisher had dealt with this curse spirit long ago.

"Well," Fuheshier replied casually.

He threw Shiratori Mariko aside, "Don't talk."

Shiratori Mariko blinked a little blankly, only to realize that he seemed to be referring to "As long as you don't speak, ghosts can't find you".

But when I think back to the sun wheel knife in Fu Heisher's hand, did he put away all the sun wheel knives that fell on the ground over there? !

Fuheshier didn't think so much.

He stepped up and chased in the direction of tired, but after two or three steps, he was only an arm's length away from tired.

Shiratori Mariko, who made the curse spirit terrified, left, and Ugly Bao breathed a sigh of relief.

It slowly crawled from the position of Fu Heisher's leg back to its own shoulder, and showed a wrinkled smile towards Lei who was rapidly approaching.

Tired and now regretting it.In just a few seconds, the situation was reversed. Obviously, that guy's escape just now was just a covert disguise, and what was revealed now was his real strength.

He underestimated the strength of this man's sex, even the strength of the engraving wheel can easily tear apart, he is not a guy he can continue to provoke.

Tired suddenly turned over in the air, changed direction, and ran towards the place where Shiratori Mariko last appeared.

His hands fluttered in front of his chest, "Blood Ghost Art Kill——"

Before he could utter the next word, Tired's neck was severed.

Blood spattered out, and the corpse fell from the air, staining a piece of green grass red.

Fu Heisher glanced at the blood-stained Rilun Knife with distaste, and threw the knife aside without hesitation.

A little blood was spattered on his face, under the pale moonlight, he looked like a Shura who broke out from hell.

After thinking for a moment, Fuhesher returned to the position of Shiratori Mariko.

Shiratori Mariko was anxiously looking at the direction Fuheshier left, and finally heaved a sigh of relief when he saw him come back.

"Ready?" she asked.

"Okay," Fu Heisher said, picked her up again, and led her to run to the place where the ghost was killed.

Shiratori Mariko looked tired with round eyes and disheveled hair, sighed, and stretched out her hand to close his eyes.

Only then did she notice that in the other eye of this boy-like ghost, the words "Xiaowu" were clearly engraved.

"The engraved characters should be sorted," Shiratori Mariko guessed. "If this is the case, the moon is divided into upper and lower strings, and the ghosts should also be sorted according to this. Tiredness should be ranked fifth in the lower strings."

She took out the props for blood collection, "After this child is gone, I don't know what happened to Tanjirou's ghost, and I'm still a little worried about Zenitsu."

"They're very nice," Fuheshier said casually.

The fight with the three ghosts by the river was in full swing, one for each, and the fight was quite fierce.The noisy brat didn't say much, he was also vigorously beating ghosts with a knife in his hand.

Hearing these words, Shiratori Mariko suddenly raised her head and looked at Fuhesher.

"How do you know?" she asked.

Fu Heisher: Tsk.

He slowly wiped his face with the wet towel that Mariko Shiratori handed over just now, and smiled viciously, "Want to know?"

Mariko Shiratori, who was a little annoyed by his attitude: "Otherwise?"

Did she ask him this kind of question just for fun!Is she this kind of person? !

Forget it, on the contrary, this guy Fuheshier has always looked like this, she should be used to it.

Shiratori Mariko exhaled, and asked seriously, "Since this is the case, I won't ask you how you know, Shiraki-kun. How are Tanjirou and the others doing now, are they okay? Do you need our help?" ?”

Seeing the hair-bending reaction she didn't expect, Fu Heisher clicked his tongue bored.

"I can't die," he said, stuffing the wet tissue into his pocket, "Why, are you going to save those brats?"

Shiratori Mariko paused.

"Not yet," she said, "Since you know where Tanjirou and the others are, you must also know if there are other injured people on the mountain?"

Fuhesher lazily responded.

He took Shiratori Mariko, who had collected enough blood samples, to the woods behind, and within a few steps, he walked into another, more open woods.

The moonlight hits the wooden house suspended by the spider silk, making the dilapidated wooden house look eerie and weird.

Underneath, there are several cocoons made of spider silk.

"Is there a ghost here?" Mariko Shiratori asked subconsciously.

Fuheshier sneered.

Shiratori Mariko nodded, very good, then probably not.

She took out a few photos with her mobile phone and sent them to Yosano Akiko, while she leaned forward and cautiously looked at the general situation of the person who was hanging.

Most of them were in a state of blue and purple, as if they had been poisoned. Compared with the other side, there were not many children wearing the uniform of the Ghost Slayer Squad here, and there were more residents from the bottom of the mountain.

Shiratori Mariko thought for a moment, then looked back at Fuhesher.

Fu Heisher raised his eyebrows.

But before he could speak, Shiratori Mariko spoke first.

"Isn't it a price increase?" She said calmly, "Three horse race tickets, how about transporting these people to Ms. Xie Ye, and then get rid of those ghosts?"

Fu Heisher clicked his tongue uninterestedly.

"Understood," he said, and took out another Sun Wheel Knife from Ugly Bao's mouth.

It was only at this time that he noticed that he seemed to have changed to a different color sun wheel knife, Shiratori Mariko choked.

"So how many Sun Wheel Knives did you pick up?!!!"

Fu Heisher glanced at her, as if feeling a little bewildered.

However, it was rare for him to answer frankly, "The one that falls on the ground is mine."

Shiratori Mariko: Is it really okay to say it so bluntly?

"Forget it," she sighed helplessly, "Just as long as you're happy."