The mutual attraction of gravity and gravitation

In the dimness, Nanase Masumi could not see his fingers, and he was sure that the time they were in was night, and they would not cause harm to Zhongyuan Zhongya.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and untied the blanket on Zhongya Nakahara.

"It's nice not to be in the sun."

Zhongyuan Zhong also snorted, and said indifferently, "I won't be afraid even if I meet the sun."

Not to mention that Nanase Machun wrapped him up so tightly, and he didn't fear the existence of the sun like other ghosts.

The blood in his body is afraid that the sun will tend him to hide and look for a safe place, but when he has to deal with the sun, he will not panic.

Zhong Yuanzhong also has absolute confidence in his own strength.

"Yes, Chuya is the most powerful." She hugged the soft, child-like Zhongya Zhongya, and found that her powers disappeared without any surprise, as if the powers had never appeared on her.

Sure enough, in this world, only ghosts have blood ghost skills, and humans have no special abilities.

If she wants to get her abilities back, she must also become a ghost, but then she will be in the same predicament as Zhong Yuanzhong.

If she becomes a ghost, she will lose her memory and be restricted by Oni Wu Tsuji, which is not what she wants to see.

"This seems to be a temple, right?" Zhongyuan Zhong also looked around, the claustrophobic and dark environment would not affect the ghost's vision.

Rather, it was because it was dark here that he felt more at ease as a ghost.

"A temple?" Nanase Zhenchun was a little strange, she took a few steps outside: "Is it an abandoned temple without anyone?"

I don't know the exact time now. It's possible if no one lights the lights in the middle of the night, but she prefers that no one lives here.

She covered her lips and sneezed a few times in a low voice, muttering, "It's so dusty here, it feels like it hasn't been cleaned for a long time."

Zhong Yuanzhong also responded in a low voice, and when she was about to go out, she said, "Don't go out, let's rest here tonight."

There are bursts of frogs singing outside the quiet and lonely temple, and the shadowy tree shadows that can be seen from the paper sliding door fall on it, shaking slightly by the wind.

Nanase Machun blinked quietly, and said softly: "Chuya, the moisture outside is very heavy."

The strong stench of aquatic plants and silt mixed with the smell of old and rotten wood in the temple seriously affected her sense of smell.

Zhong Yuanzhong also reacted coldly, and wrapped his arms around her neck tightly like attachment: "Well, just don't go out."

She smiled helplessly: "Chuya is really..."

Knowing that there is nothing outside, he doesn't want to bother, he has already shrunk his body in order to save strength, and he simply saves his strength to the end, and he doesn't plan to make a move unless the ghost appears in front of him.

As Nanase Masumi smelled, outside the temple there is a small pond full of water plants and driftwood that has not been cleaned all the year round. The rotten wood covered with moss and withered lotus pods fell into the pond, and the yellowed lotus leaves squatted on the pond. A one-eyed frog the size of a fist flapped its cheeks and croaked overlappingly.

Hidden in the waist-high grass near the small pond, a ferocious evil spirit pinched the girl wearing a butterfly hair ornament, her webbed palm tightly pressed the girl's nose and mouth, and the soft, slippery frog tongue surrounded her tightly. Tightly bound the girl's limbs, she glared at the evil spirit with the sword in her hand.

"It smells so good..." The ghost pressed the girl's mouth and nose, took a deep breath intoxicated, and the next three words appeared in the frog-like eyes: "50 people, 100 people..."

"No, that's the equivalent of 500 people's blood..." He stretched out his long, smooth tongue and licked his face around, excitedly said: "As long as I eat her, I can ask the higher-ranking ghost to change places." bloody battle."

Hearing the evil ghost's words, the girl struggled again with her painful expression of resignation. The hand holding the knife kept trembling. Taking advantage of his dazed expression, she swung the knife and cut off the tongue that bound her right hand.

The bottom-up arc slashed at the evil spirit, almost cutting his body in half. The evil spirit turned angry: "Smelly woman, what are you doing?"

The frog's tongue that bound and pulled her hands and feet pulled hard, tearing her hands and feet like a tear, and she couldn't help crying out in pain: "Ah——"

Resisting the pain, she cut off the frog's tongue on her hands and feet. The girl staggered, and the one-eyed frog sprayed a large amount of venom at her.

A heavy blanket was thrown over to cover her body to block all the venom, the girl was startled, she hurriedly pulled off the blanket and looked around, her expression froze: "Has the ghost been killed?"

The originally arrogant and conceited evil spirit silently turned into a puddle of flesh, and the poisonous frogs that attacked her were also crushed. She grabbed the soft and warm blanket and stared at the wriggling and reorganized evil spirit. The tight sun wheel knife swung down heavily——

Kill the countless people-eating evil spirits.

Dragging her injured body and knocking on the gate of the temple, the girl had severe lacerations at the base of her hands and feet, and wounds on her wrists and ankles that were corroded by the tongue of the poisonous frog. asthma.

The night wind blew a damp and decaying smell, and the girl felt that her hands and feet were so painful that they began to numb.

At this time, the door of the temple was slowly pushed open, and the blue-haired girl in pure white kimono asked softly, "Who?"

She breathed lightly, showing a soft and gentle smile: "I'm really sorry for disturbing you late at night. I missed the resting hotel because I was on my way. I wonder if you can let me have a rest in the temple tonight?"

The bright orange eyes looked at her quietly, the girl endured the pain to maintain a smile on her face, and there was a gentle breath in the light pink eyes.

"Come in..." Nanase Machun opened the door, and the girl was slightly surprised by her gentle and rising Kyoto accent, "Don't walk around at night, it's very dangerous outside."

"Yes, the night outside is very dangerous..." Shao Mei stretched her eyes and smiled softly, she hid the sun wheel knife behind her waist and was covered by haori: "My name is Butterfly Kanae, may I ask your name? "

"Nanase Machun..." Looking at her shoulders and thighs, Nanase Machun warned again: "Don't walk around when you are resting at night, choose a room and sleep well."

Butterfly Chanae nodded lightly, and responded without hesitation: "Well, I see."

The sandals fell on the wooden corridor of the temple. Butterfly Kanae accidentally discovered that although Nanase Masumi was wearing clogs, she did not make a sound. If she could not see her figure in sight, she would hardly notice her existence.

In such a desolate temple, there is a girl who has almost no sense of existence. If she is not the thin blood in the mouth of the ghosts, she should be able to hide her existence perfectly and not be coveted by the evil ghosts.

"Does Zhenchun live alone in the temple?" She called her in a gentle and intimate way, and her tone was naturally not like someone she just met on the first day.

Nanase Zhenchun didn't mind either, and shook her head: "There is also a sick husband, he is not in good health and can't show up to see the wind."

She stopped in her footsteps and pointed out: "You can rest here tonight."

"Thank you, Zhenchun." Butterfly Chana Hui also wisely stopped the topic: "I will stay in the room and have a good rest."

She looked around the house, it was dusty as if it hadn't been cleaned for a long time, but if Nanase Zhenchun's identity was as she thought, it wouldn't be surprising if she didn't know how to deal with household chores.

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Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Zhong Yuan, who was bored with his face on his face, also asked: "Now you can always feel at ease?"

Sensing the ghosts outside the temple, he deliberately took action to save people and then quietly returned to the temple to pretend nothing had happened. Nanase Zhenchun felt tired even if he didn't mind the trouble.

She bent down and hugged Zhongya Zhongyuan, and said with a soft smile: "Even if we don't make a move, the evil spirit will rush into the temple and attack me after eating her."

"No matter what she says, she can kill that ghost herself..." Zhong Yuan Zhong also said lazily: "Now that someone has come in, aren't you afraid that she will find me?"

He was not afraid of being discovered by members of the Ghost Slaying Squad, but if the opponent rushed towards him wielding a knife and screaming, he would absolutely crush him with gravity.

It was really discovered by the members of the Ghost Killing Squad, and they were the ones who were in danger.

Nanase Zhenchun hesitated and said, "I guess not?"

"She promised me to stay in the room obediently..." And she also said that Zhong Yuan Zhongya was not in good health and could not see the wind.

She defended in a low voice: "Butterfly doesn't look like someone who would break a promise."

Zhong Yuanzhong also sneered, "Do you believe what she says?"

The members of the ghost killing team can do anything to kill evil spirits, and they are also very sensitive to people who cannot see the wind or light. I am sorry to come to such a dilapidated and inhabited temple in the middle of the night without investigating. They hate the vigilance of ghosts.

Nanase Masumi pursed her lips and said sullenly, "I have followed my agreement with Chuya not to stain the kimono."

In order to coax Chuya Nakahara to shrink into the appearance of a child, she agreed to a lot of messy conditions, one of which was to continue to wear white kimonos and only be dyed in his own color.

Zhong Yuanzhong also touched her face with his soft hands, and coaxed her amusedly: "It doesn't matter whether it's a human or a ghost, I will only trust my little red wine."

He didn't bother to interfere with the Ghost Killing Squad and Ghost King Ghost Dance Tsuji Wuyou, as long as the two didn't touch his head, he didn't want to cause these troubles.

Perhaps it was because Zhongyuan Zhongye transformed into a ghost in a different way. He didn't feel that he was being suppressed by any blood, and he didn't feel afraid of Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou, and some were just plain boring.

After living for thousands of years, he is still looking for the blue Bana flower, vainly standing in the sun and living in the sun like human beings.

"Chuya who comforted me by talking like this is very cute..." Nanase Masumi held Chuya Nakahara's hand, and chuckled lightly under his annoyed expression: "I feel that I like Chuya more than yesterday."

Zhongyuan Zhong also coughed awkwardly, and the tail protruding from the loose kimono wrapped around her waist: "I, I will always love you."

The scaly tail was wrapped around the waist and tightened a little bit. The tip of the tail rested on Nanase's pure palm and patted lightly. An indescribable sense of peace and comfort filled his whole body, which made him feel better than absorbing the rich and sweet blood. relax.

"Little Hongjiu just needs to put all her attention on me..." He took it for granted, "Other people and ghosts are unimportant existences, and I won't let them hurt you."

Nanase Masumi whispered, "But we can't keep leaving the temple, can we?"

Zhongyuanzhong can also survive only by drawing her blood, but she still has the physiological needs of normal human beings, and the cost of food and clothing is equally indispensable.

Zhong Yuan Zhong, who became a ghost, said straightforwardly: "Go find a rich man and grab the money."

She smiled helplessly, "It can't be like this."

"Then go find a rich ghost and grab the money." If they don't want to hurt humans, they target the evil ghosts. Anyway, the evil ghosts cannibalize people and do a lot of evil, so killing them to fill their own wallets is simply killing two birds with one stone.

Nanase Zhenchun hesitated in a low voice: "Do ghosts also need money?"

She thought that ghosts were creatures that hid in the mountains and dispatched at night to feed on humans and did not need money.

Zhongya Nakahara was silent, his cold vertical pupils turned to the room where Butterfly Kanae was: "Let's go and ask her for money, as a reward for taking her in for a night."

The Ghost Killing Squad should be very rich, and if they told her to take the shot, they should be able to get another reward.

He was silently thinking about how to support Nanase Masumi in the Taisho period a hundred years ago. It was not convenient for women in this era to go out to make money, and it was impossible for him to let his little red wine do the rare hard work.

Sure enough, do you still want to go back to your old job?

Zhong Yuanzhong was also startled suddenly, and said to himself strangely: "My old profession..."

Wasn't he a mafia before he turned into a ghost?Do you have any other identities?