[Death] Empty Cicada

"Lord Ulquiorra..."

Outside the palace of the eighth blade of the Void Palace, Ulquiorra, Ulquiola stopped. He turned his gaze to the back, only to find a flaxen-haired young man calling his name.

It didn't look familiar, at least Ulquiola had never seen this broken face in the palace, he said lightly, "Why?"

The boy's face immediately showed a moved look, "I was rude, I was just transferred to Lord Sal Apollo's subordinates, and I will take you to the place where that person is."

Not as difficult to deal with as the teenager imagined, the seemingly cold Ulquiorra does not have the condescending attitude towards his shamen like the other Ten Blades, but having said that, the ordinary shamen in the Void Night Palace can only be slaughtered at will This is not a place that pays attention to ethics like the soul world. Everyone has been transformed from Xu, and there are still many Xu habits left.

"My name is Pamela Card, please follow me."

Pure white walls, pure white ground, the place where the two of them are is a pure white space without dirt.

Sure enough, it has the style of Sal Apollo, Ulquiola thought.

But the one sitting in front of the screen at this time is not Saar Apollo, but a person Ulquiorra hates more - Shiro Okita, who came to the virtual circle from the soul world with Aizen decades ago , the god of death who holds almost all the secrets of Xuye Palace.

"It's Ulquiorra, did Aizen ask you to monitor me because she didn't trust me?" Okita Shirou raised the corner of his mouth.

"As long as you understand, open the control room."

Ulquiola, who was still expressionless, didn't want to have too much communication with this god of death, because most of the results of this going on would be that he felt embarrassed alone.

On the side of the huge display screen, an iron door with a thickness of about 0.3 meters was opened. Inside the control room, various sophisticated and complex commissioning instruments were placed. In the airtight cabin, Ulquiorra found a death costume The man appeared to be seriously injured, with bandages all over his body.

"Why are you still standing there?" Ulquiola looked at the young man beside him.

"Uh... yes."

Pamela took the liquid used for "voiding" that was researched by the Eighth Palace. He could feel the spiritual power of the god of death in the airtight cabin was very strong. Just standing near the man already felt oppressive spiritual power. A Grim Reaper, must... not come here voluntarily.

When approaching the man, Pamela couldn't help being a little distracted. He didn't know the man's name, but judging from Master Aizen's attitude, he must be a very important person. After all, he has undergone professional injection training and is proficient in injection. Pick up the syringe.

Suddenly, the man lying flat in the airtight cabin opened his eyes, and a faint disgust flashed in the dark pupils.

Pamela was stunned for a moment, and then felt a little guilty. While praying that the blurred reaction would not be too large, she carefully injected the man with this transparent liquid.

It's not the first time Jing Qi has performed blurring, this is the fourth time after failing three times, the reason why he was put in the airtight cabin is to control his spiritual power level, because the power of the god of death and the destroyer in his body , the blurring process is extremely difficult.

At first, his reaction was great, and the leaked spiritual power even destroyed everything in the closed room, but he already understood that since he came here, it was probably impossible to get out before the blur was completed.

The transparent liquid entered the body, like the most violent poisonous wine, all the internal organs burned, and the huge burning made Jing Qi's body convulse.

Pain...burning...chaos...

At first, Jing Qi was able to control the shaking of his body, and then the pain of bone displacement made Jing Qi scream, his heart beat faster and faster, and the feeling of dying appeared again.

Cold sweat fell from the body, and white liquid oozed from the mouth, nose and eyes, and this liquid intertwined and coiled into a mask as if consciously.

His mind gradually became confused, he grabbed something beside him, and vented the distorted pain fiercely.

"Blue dye..."

The voice protruding from the gap between the teeth carried the hatred that could not be dispelled.

"Cough...cough!"

Jing Qi opened his eyes, and saw that his subordinate was a young boy, Pomian, whose cheeks were flushed because he pinched his trachea, even so, he didn't try to break away from Jing Qi.

At this time, his expression was terribly distorted, and cold anger condensed in Jing Qi's glazed pupils.

"Are you looking for death?"

"Yes... I'm sorry... I'm sorry." Pomian made a weak voice with difficulty.

Jing Qi's mind was even more chaotic, the sight of death, Lan Ran's voice, and the apologetic voice of Pomian were mixed together, and the crackling sound of crackling made Jing Qi go crazy.

He pushed Pamela out at once, and supported his body with his hands. The white liquid flowed on his face, and gradually, a mask similar to bone texture condensed.

The moment the mask was formed, the composition of spirit particles in Jing Qi's body changed again, but he couldn't feel it at all.

At this moment, Ulquiorra wondered why Aizen-sama brought this Grim Reaper, as long as he saw it, he knew that this person would never obey Aizen's order.

But he knows that Aizen has his own reasons for everything he does, and it doesn't matter if his decisions are not understood by his subordinates, as long as no one stupidly stops him.

Not all the Ten Blades in Xuye Palace sincerely followed Aizen, from the Balegon Luizon gang down to this god of death named Shiro Okita, the internal hostile relationship was intricate, and Ulquiorra couldn't help it in a blink of an eye. Looking at the still unpredictable smile on Okita Shirou's face, "The virtualization has been completed, thank you for your hard work."

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