After picking up Shir

The author has something to say: Gojo Satoru encountered a series of weird events today.

First of all, because it is Hui's mother's memorial day, according to the usual practice, he will take Fu Heihui and Fu Heijin Miki to the cemetery as a guardian to clean the tombstone and present flowers.

It should be so.

In the end, it was only halfway...

I ran into an old acquaintance I didn't want to see——

A god and tyrant whose body was blown apart (ghost ver).

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"Why are you guys here?"

"What, can you see it?... So, do you have six eyes or ten thousand essential oil?"

"Hey... I can hear you. So the so-called 'Big Daylight' is talking about such a situation??"

"For the time being, I can't figure it out, it's like this when I wake up, so——what time is it?"

"It's 2017~"

"……,……,……ha?"

"It means that the cognition in your brain has been deviated for 11 years."

"11 years? Young master of the Wutiao family, don't lie to me, your appearance has obviously not changed much at all."

"...,...,...So was that an official complaint just now?"

"?"

"I'm not lying to you, I'm really a 27-year-old adult who is about to turn [-]."

"Tut,"

"Don't you believe it? There's no way..."

Seeing that Fu Heisher still had a look of disbelief and felt that he was being cheated, Gojo Satoru sighed.

Deliberately slowing down and lagging behind, he pointed to the sea urchin-headed boy in junior high school uniform who was accompanying him.

"Here, do you believe this when you see it? That's Xiaohui."

Make gestures from the legs to the chest.

"Yeah, Megumi who has grown from this height to this height! Isn't it incredible? Children grow up super fast or something."

"Ah," Fu Heisher's expression was suddenly moved, which was not obvious.Soon he seemed to be dissatisfied and complained, "As a result, you made him look like this..."

Gojo Satoru: "?" は-い?

Fu Heisher: "Too thin. Did you really give him a good meal?"

Gojo Satoru: "It really doesn't hurt to stand up and talk. Now I'm a little curious whether the ghost has also been eliminated by the evil spirit..."

"...Thank you." Looking away from the boy's name tag with the name "Fu Hei Hui", Tian and Tyrant suddenly raised half of their lips, "Anyway, thank you, young master of the Wutiao family."

The white hair walking in the pocket over there is not polite at all, and the white hair tied up with bandages is like a rooster's comb on the top of his head:

"Well, if you really don't know how to express your gratitude, please treat me to the 11th year chocolate fondue~"

Fuhesher: "..."

Afterwards, Mr. Ghost, who was only missing half of his body, joined the grave-sweeping ranks very naturally.

In addition to this ghost, Gojo Satoru, who went to the destination later, also witnessed some strange life forms that continuously emerged from the ground or from plants and trees.

——It is fundamentally different from the feeling that the curse spirit brings to people. Those things with different looks that are good at hiding in corners that are not noticed by others, today, it seems that they feel some kind of calling, and they emerge one after another. .

"Can Hui see it?"

"What can you see?"

"There's nothing~ Let's take a short cut, it's faster."

"Ah."

Tried a little bit.

Fu Heihui, who is also a conjurer, can't see "those things".

It seems that only six eyes are a special case.

——This made Gojo Satoru reconfirm that the guys who appeared suddenly, including Fuhesher, were not cursed.

the other side.

Seeing that only the white hair could see him, Fu Heisher, who followed all the way, always felt very uncomfortable.

It’s okay to wake up and become a one-armed disembodied ghost. My own cheap little ghost can’t see him and can’t recognize him. He can’t bear it. What’s more depressing is——

After a few conversations with the culprit who made him look like this, he found out that they were going to visit the grave of his late wife, Fu Hei Jizi...

Fuhesher: "..."

Simply enough.

Just ask which ghost can be as miserable as him.

Too murderous.

So, when he was drifting not far or near during the rush, this person had a broken face.

The white-haired teacher sandwiched in the middle just looked left and right at the father and son, looking at the father for a while, and the son for a while... I feel that the father and son really look like one when they are put together for reference. Carved out of the mould.

In this way, Wutiao completely dispelled that Hui was picked up by Fu Heisher in any trash can, together with the insect-shaped spell.

……

The closer you get to the cemetery, the more monsters around you come out of every corner one after another, passing them by like no one else.

Wu Tiao is nothing, anyway, there is no active attack, just pretend that you didn't see it.

On the other hand, the unhappiness accumulated to a certain extent, and Fu Heisher, who felt that these guys were annoying enough, finally broke out——

He casually picked up a monster who was not very lucky, and asked the monsters about the abnormal and strange phenomenon of "Hundred Ghosts at Night".

And the reply received is:

The princess of the monsters, the god of wisdom they believe in, came nearby.

Therefore, the monsters in this area became extremely active.

"Tonight is the day when the [complete] God of Wisdom descends, and I still have a lot of things to prepare—you newborn who doesn't understand anything, let me go first."

The long-tongued male demon who was restricted in his actions said righteously.

"God of Wisdom...?" Wutiao raised his eyebrows with interest when he heard this, rubbed his chin and muttered, "It's interesting."

It seems that Shi Er will suddenly "wake up" in the state of a soul, maybe it is also affected by this person.

"Why does it sound like the leader of the Communist Party?" Fu Heisher let go of his hand and expressed his thoughts while avoiding the unceremonious roll of the long tongue full of rivets, "God of Wisdom? Boring?" .”

Obviously.

He doesn't like the "Princess" that those monsters who are busy for one person say "Princess".

……

So later, even though he noticed the gaze, even if he guessed from the restlessness of the surrounding monsters that the owner of the sight came from the "Princess" they were madly obsessed with, Fuheshier never raised his eyes to pay that side's attention for even a second.

He just silently watched his little ghost seriously squatting in front of the monument with the photo of his deceased wife, carefully arranging flowers and tributes, with a stern face.

"……cough."

"Cough cough!"

"Cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough!"

"?"

It wasn't until Wutiao, who was coughing and reminding him, was about to interpret himself as an asthmatic patient, that Fu Heisher followed Fu Heihui, who was frowning in confusion, and turned his head to check what kind of moth had grown out of this white hair.

result……

What the man had never imagined was that the girl intruding in his sight, the "Master Princess" who was standing not far away with tears facing him was casually ignored by him——

The appearance is actually the same as the memory and even the woman in the photo in front of the monument.

There is only a difference in age.

Himeko?

Himeko.

His Jizi...

came back.

Ps:

It's probably almost over, let's see how many words I have to finish.

Then it's the heroine's birthday = Huimu's memorial day

其实就是死掉立马投胎那种，惠母原作好像是在惠出生不久死的，这里立马投胎于是现在的姬子和惠其实是差不多的年纪。感谢在2021-05-2620:54:43~2021-05-2917:36:18期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: Score: -21 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

Gojo Satoru encountered a series of weird events today.

First of all, because it is Huimu's memorial day, according to the usual practice, he will take Fu Heihui and Fu Heijin Miki to the cemetery as a guardian to clean the tombstone and present flowers.

The following has nothing to do with this article. The author has something to say in the text above, please unhide the words.

"--.What did you say?"

I opened my eyes wide in disbelief, showing a shocked expression. . . .

But in fact, my facial muscles are not involved too much.

"I'm very sorry," the green-haired man who claimed to be a god said in front of me, "but as you heard just now, because of my mistake, you were struck to death by lightning."

He blinked, but didn't react yet.

He seems to be afraid that I will get angry in the next second, and rushes to say: He seems to be afraid that I will get angry in the next second, and rushes to say: He seems to be afraid of me As if angry in the next second, in a hurry to survive

"But don't rush to get angry, I can resurrect you in another world and satisfy all your requirements."

"Oh, it's Okay"

——While he finished the previous sentence, I also gave a reply to the next sentence.

"Huh? I thought your reaction would be bigger..."

It seems that God was a little surprised to see me acting extremely indifferent.

But he didn't seem to be very interested, and quickly said:

"Well, forget it. So, what do you wish for?"

"——What if, in a different world, start again, with a brand new identity?"

It's like the beginning of a standard different world light novel.

The god handed me a very tempting olive branch in a superior tone.

So I thought about it, raised my head, and said sincerely——

"Please let me live normally."

"It doesn't need to be too strong, as long as it can protect itself normally."

I used to be a very good person, and I had great looks.

Can have a photographic memory and can easily do things that others cannot.

Even if you don't deliberately promote it, there are always boys around you who gather back and forth and receive kindness from them.

Perhaps because of this, I have no real friends.

Suffering from illness since birth, he and his parents went to the countryside to recuperate.In that backward and xenophobic small village, from childhood to adulthood, she was also the one who was isolated and excluded by the circle of girls around her.

I have never experienced a girlfriend's party or something, but I have a deep understanding of being gossiped by the villagers behind my back.

Even the only netizen named "Kurihara Kaisato" who I have a good chat with and has a similar experience on the Internet didn't reply to my message a few days ago.

Then came the news that she died in a car accident...

It can be said that there is no nostalgia for the original world.

However, it is different now.

Now I have a brand new identity——

Now, as you can see, I am an ordinary swordsman at the lowest level in the organization called "Ghost Killing Squad" in this ghost world.

To put it bluntly, I am quite satisfied with this new identity.

First of all, the vegetable chicken at the grassroots level, which meets the original "normal" requirements.

Secondly, there are ghosts in this world, and the identity of a swordsman just responds to "having ordinary self-protection ability", so that it will not fall into a box and become a meal for ghosts as soon as it comes up.

Both requirements are perfectly met.Thinking of this, I couldn't help but admire the reliability of the gods in my heart.

"Hey, newcomer, why are you in a daze? Follow up quickly."

The stern senior suddenly interrupted my fugue.

He seems to be a level higher swordsman than me, so this time he will lead us to complete a mission as the lead senpai.

Speaking of which, this is still my first assignment.

In any case, it was not my turn to join the Ghost Slayer Squad, a low-level rookie with the mentality of "eating and waiting to die", but there is not enough manpower recently, and there are too many dead swordsmen, so I can join the crowd It's my turn.

I'm lucky too.

When I was cast in the final selection venue, I was worried that I would be instantly killed by ghosts because I was too weak.

In the end, I didn't meet half of them after picnicking in the mountains until the selection deadline, so I passed the exam with super paddling and became a member of the ghost killing team.

However, after communicating with a person named "Murata" in the same period, I learned that there were quite a lot of ghosts in the whole mountain a few days before the selection started.

It's just that they were all almost killed by a boy named "Sakura".

It is conceivable that he was a big guy.

"It's just that that person seems to be..."

Speaking of this, Murata showed a somewhat sad expression, but soon he said with a wry smile:

"That's how we swordsmen are."

"From the moment I picked up the knife, since I decided to deal with ghosts, I had to live with my head tied to my pants."

He restrained his smile, and said to me seriously: "Maybe one day I will never be able to come back during a certain mission. This is our last communication."

Well.

There is no need to be so pessimistic.

But this guy can set up a good reverse flag without a teacher.

Maybe I can survive to the last episode.

It's a pity for the same candidate named "Sakura".

Maybe if I could travel over earlier, maybe I could still meet and help out.

"It's all because of a certain guy. This year's final selection cannot exclude the weak at all."

"The quality of this year's members is extremely poor. It's only been a short week, and I don't know how many people have died."

——Senior's complaints came over.

He seemed to be very tired of us newcomers, very displeased with the orders of his superiors, and thought that us inexperienced draggers were simply a drag on his hind legs.

There is nothing to blame for the old people being impatient with the ignorant newcomer Xiao Transparent, because everyone is like this.

But the person who dissed has passed away is obviously his fault.

The meaning of that sentence is obvious——

This senior was complaining about Satoshi killing most of the ghosts, making some people with little strength pass the final selection, and greatly reducing the quality of members.

Sure enough, some people in the team were already dissatisfied.

Several people frowned slightly, and Murata next to me hissed even more.

The one who reacted the most was the boy from the same class who had no expression for ten thousand years and looked like he was owed money by everyone.

—he has drawn his sword.

Seeing the color-matched haori swinging a knife, he wanted to cut.

"Water Breathing—"

"Wait! Tomioka, what do you want!?"

It's just that the blade didn't fall on the senior after all, but stuck close to him and stabbed a tree trunk behind him.

Everyone was shocked by this sudden change, and the senior almost knelt down on the ground.

"Internal... Internal strife?"

"No, look at his sharp edge."

It's just that when everyone looked carefully, they finally understood the original purpose of the team member swinging the knife.

At this moment, the piebald mosquito snake that hovered behind the senior, covered by the darkness, was firmly fixed on the sun wheel knife at this moment.

After finishing all this, Tomioka didn't say anything, just drew the knife silently, his indifferent eyes with no highlights glanced at some kind of inorganic matter, lightly glanced at the senior, turned around and left without stopping.

result……

What the man had never imagined was that the girl intruding in his sight, the "Master Princess" who was standing not far away with tears facing him was casually ignored by him——

The appearance is actually the same as the memory and even the woman in the photo in front of the monument.

There is only a difference in age.

Himeko?

Himeko.

His Jizi...

came back.