The life of a migrant worker

I met my ex-Ghost Slayer teammates.

It is a helpless thing to encounter it, after all, I have been consciously avoiding such a situation from happening.

Using the blood ghost technique to confuse the public, try not to go where the swordsmen of the Ghost Killing Team may appear, and will never take the initiative to disclose your true information to others.

Even so, after I got rid of all the ghosts that were resident nearby and wandered here and there from time to time, the other ghosts seemed to start exchanging information with each other.

The trajectory of my usual actions has gradually turned into a vacuum area with excellent law and order. If I want to eat something, I have to walk a lot more than before to search for places where ghosts may appear.

At the beginning, I put the udon noodles away without any attachment.

Now I really miss the time when it took the initiative to provide me with information.

Although saying this kind of thing so far is a bit like a scumbag who abandoned his wife, abandoned his son and eloped with his mistress, was cheated out of his money and missed his wife and children, but the talent of Yuya Shiki's family in finding people is indeed very outstanding.

There is no special way to distinguish between crows. They are all black crow feathers. At a glance, they are no different from ordinary crows. There is little grudge to perceive.

It stays densely on the telephone poles and the wall next to the trash can. You think it is just an ordinary crow, but it hides against its own kind and croaks at you abruptly, just like the psychic of the legendary ninja beast.

I was exposed because of such an animal.

Originally, according to my speed of action, which is beyond the reach of ordinary people, even if the members of the Ghost Slayer Squad have arrived, I can quickly solve them, relying on the time difference in the middle to pass by their visits, and leave leisurely.

This ghost lives in seclusion in an old and unused hut. I went out through the back door of the house. I originally planned to evacuate without haste, but I didn't expect that when I just walked out of the alley, the birds on the treetops scattered as if they sensed some danger. Flying away, an old red-beaked bird that has been perched on a tree did not forget to issue a piercing alarm when it flapped its wings.

"—There is a situation! There is a situation in the southeast corner!"

If I were a curmudgeon, then this crow, risking his life to deliver a message, obviously couldn't keep himself alive.

Although it does not constitute a threat, such noise is still irritating.Obviously it also knew this, so it chose to hover high in the sky immediately after making the sound, and did not continue to follow me with great insight.

When I was crossing the street, I was hit by an oncoming child waving a paper pinwheel. After I reached out and lifted the child up, I patted his ashes so that he would not run around in the middle of the road. When he let go, the people behind him called out my name.

"Wandering and watching the moon!"

Gritting his teeth, his eyes tearing apart, the one holding the sun wheel knife tightly in his hand is——

It's my acquaintance, Immortal Kawa Miniya.

This is also impossible.

His eyes were not small at all, and he stared angrily, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot from excitement, he was holding the Sun Wheel Knife tightly, every finger was exhausted, the bulging veins on his forehead and the original scars criss-crossed, for a moment It seems that he is more like a ghost crawling out of hell than me.

"He, He, Sen, Wang, Yue." When Immortal Chuan Mimi said my name, he chewed almost every syllable between his teeth, as if this could smash me into pieces, "You Why did it appear here?"

Although I have imagined what will happen after the meeting countless times, but now my heart is calm and calm, and I state it in a statement tone: "It's just a walk."

Undead Chuan didn't listen to my answer. His whole body was overwhelmed by anger and inexplicable hatred. The expression on his face was almost distorted: "Why did you become a ghost? Aren't you the most proud? Who is it?" Beat you? Are you afraid? You back down? How could you give up your dignity!"

He looked at me, and the hand holding the Sun Wheel Knife began to tremble because of too much force, and he asked me almost in a roaring voice: "Why do you want to live in this world? Why didn't you die in the first place—hesitation!"

Immortal Kawasami's anger made pedestrians in twos and threes around couldn't help but look back.

I have nothing to say about his angry speech, I can only remind him: "Go to a remote place and don't bring others into it."

He sneered, and finally regained some sanity.

The two of us walked towards a remote alley one after the other. It was a very strange situation. A ghost and a swordsman of the ghost slaying team had a short consensus, all thanks to me and Immortal Kawa Minami Public interest in maintaining public order.

"You actually know not to involve others."

These words were all ridiculed by Immortal Kawasami. I pretended to turn a deaf ear to him, but he replied, "Who can blame this? If the people who caught up today were ordinary players instead of you, it would be Tragedy like this will never happen."

Undead Kawa Minami can't beat me. When I was still human, my strength was far above him.So even if he drew his sword and slashed at me immediately, I still had a little time to think about other things.

This young man's heart was full of great anger, and he couldn't calm down at all, but he hadn't seen it for two years, and his breathing method was closer to perfection than before, so that he kept attacking me.

The swords collided together, and sparks of steel clashed in all directions.Although this scene is a wonderful scene that often appears in novels, it actually hurts the sword to do so. Even if a rich family can withstand such a loss, usually few serious swordsmen will make such a scene. Reckless move.

The smell of blood filled the air, and according to my dull sense of smell, I could only smell human blood.

It's not my blood. The swordsman in front of me cut his hand with too much force just now, but I'm not like Tong Mo, a ghost who has a lot of theory about diet and health, and can even identify the kinship of the person who is eaten from the quality of the meat. There was no difference between the thin blood and the blood of ordinary people.

Undead Chuan is still so reckless, but always has a rough and fine fighting wisdom.

I know his character well, so I know he wants to kill me.

For fear of piercing his abdomen, he would stand up with the knife and point the blade at me. Even if he cut off his limbs, he would spurn me and spit at me.Because I am a traitor of the Ghost Killing Squad, the shame of living in this world by betraying the light and human nature is more unforgivable than other evil spirits.

This meeting is not a reunion of old friends, but a meeting between life and death enemies.

But I don't want to kill him yet, even if I break his ribs, I'm afraid I won't be able to let him rest in cursing me, and it will only make it harder for those who heal him later.

I just tried to talk to him about something else while I was blocking his slash.

"You're going to get a tetanus one day from cutting your hand."

"None of your business," he said, "as long as it sends you to hell."

This sentence expressed concern and greetings, which was completely regarded as provocation by Undead Kawa Miniya.

The two of us talked chicken and duck the whole time, and even I was scolded a lot by the irritable brother, which completely made up for and surpassed the blankness of the two years without him.

In the end, I confirmed the reality that I couldn't communicate with Immortal Kawasami in a friendly manner, so I had to choose to let him have direct physical amnesia.

I hit Immortal Kawasami hard on the back of the neck with the blunt ridge of Yamaba Kiri Kunihiro, because I felt sorry for the sword I just got, and I was reluctant to continue fighting him.After all, Ubuyashiki supports a whole village of professional swordsmiths, and my Yamababa Kiri Kunihiro has Fusangshin and can soak in the repair pond, but if Mizugami Kiri Kanemitsu is broken, I have to ask Nura Koban to find a swordsmith.

Thinking about it carefully, I was recommended by Huazhu and Yinzhu together. Miss Kanae is deceased, and I am afraid that the past mistakes of the deceased cannot be blamed. Willingness to undertake major is required.

Butterfly Ninja was my former friend, and she and the lord may not allow Yuhao Tianyuan to apologize.

Yan Zhu is my close junior, he treats people with integrity and kindness, and is very popular in the Ghost Slayer Squad.

I used to be Shuizhu's only friend, and I heard that Yihei and Ganlusi also became independent cadres, and Mr. Yanzhu is not a mean and extreme person.Presumably, he will not tolerate others to instigate the relationship within Jiuzhu.

It can be said that the upper echelons of the entire ghost killing team are guys who have some friendship with me. Maybe this is the reason why Bushichuan hates me so much when I degenerate into a ghost.If the news of my degeneration into a ghost is sent back to the Ghost Killing Squad, it will probably be regarded as a stain that everyone in this period will never mention.

But fortunately, thanks to my close relationship with them, almost no one will lose their precious lives because of this.

——On the contrary, it may arouse their anger even more, and turn it into the motivation to swing the blade at the ghost.

I carried the unconscious Immortal Kawasami with one hand, and for a while I didn't know where to put this white-haired young man.

His hair is still messy and curled up, probably because he doesn't have time to take care of it, the sideburns should have passed the edge of the earlobe, I secretly rubbed it, it feels very good, it's not as hard as it looks.

Throw it away casually, but because of his reckless play just now, he was injured a little bit. If it is really because of the decline in immunity, there is no place to cry when he gets sick.

Throw it away in the medical clinic, it looks like a group of gangsters are fighting, I'm afraid the boss will not accept it for fear of causing trouble, and I'm afraid that Undead Chuan will scare people because he wakes up and has a bad temper.

In the end, I decided to put the Undead River in the hiding place of the original ghost, and then treat the wound casually, which is to show the friendship of my former colleagues.

I hope that next time I meet a swordsman from the Demon Slayer Squad, I can meet someone who can communicate normally.

With this in mind, I brought the Immortal River to the door of the abandoned house, and at the corner, I met Yoshiyuki Tomioka who had just come out of the house.

I look at him and he looks at me.

I dragged the comatose Immortal Kawasami in my hand. His white feathers were covered with blood. Matching the environment where the grass grows and the warblers fly, it resembled the scene when the murder was thrown away. Then the black-haired young man looked like It was Koda who was as dumb as a duck and let out an 'ah'.

I'm sorry, Giyuu, let's have physical amnesia too.