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Hanyu Mirai lay on the bed, he looked at the ceiling expressionlessly.

The moment he met Onimai Tsuji's eyes, Hanyu Miku saw through Isshiki Hiiragi's true face under the skin.

He was a man in a suit and leather shoes, with an expressionless face and a cold temperament all over his body.When he looked at Nagasaki or the children, he regarded other people's lives as dung.

Mirai Hanyu strangely smelled a stench of tens of thousands of blood accumulations from Mumai Tsuji's body.

He had only seen this kind of deja vu taste and attitude towards human beings from the evil ghost he met last night.

Evil ghosts with mimicry are even more terrifying, and they have truly ignored life and self-righteousness to the extreme.

So... where did the real Isshiki Hiiragi go?

Hanyu didn't dare to think about the future, he kicked the quilt in frustration.

Nagasaki looked like she knew something about mimicry ghosts, and she just asked herself if she wanted to go to the mountain god festival.

Isshiki Hiiragi no longer exists in her mouth, all the words are to guide him to the mountain shrine.

Mirai Hanyu stared at the ceiling all day and all night.

He has been thinking about what is the perfect way to solve the current predicament.

A young child with weak limbs.Whether it is a human or a ghost, the strength of an adult is enough to strangle a five-year-old child.

So far, Gui Wu Tsuji has killed such a big child countless times, tore the child to pieces, and drank the blood.The child in front of him is indeed a rare cleverness, but it's a pity that it ends here.

He stretched out and grabbed Hanyu Mirai's neck, his speed was so fast that he couldn't see clearly at all.

It is exactly the same as the evil ghosts I encountered before, not at the same level at all.

"Uh, uh." Mirai Hanyu panted in pain.

The arm, which looks like a woman's softness, possesses the brute force and hardness of steel.

Hanyu Mirai couldn't even break off Onimui Tsuji's fingers, so he could only scratch helplessly frantically, trying to change the strength of Onimui Tsuji with cat-like strength.

He tried his best to breathe heavily, and if he didn’t take in any air, he would soon suffocate to death——

No, even the time of suffocation is hardly a luxury.Hanyu Mirai clearly felt that the strength used by the evil spirit in front of him was not the limit, and the current Onimai Tsuji was only treating him with the slightest force.

As long as she has a little thought, Hanyu Mirai's head will fall in response.

The hatred of being unable to avenge and the humiliation of being slaughtered rushed up together, and its crazy emotions gave birth to young lacrimal glands, and tears burst into tears.

Mirai Hanyu's nails penetrated deeply into Onimai Tsuji's skin, but no matter what, no scars could be left.

"Your eyes... are very special." Onimai Tsuji's right hand gently moved Hanyu Mirai's eyelids away, and the gorgeous and beautiful Sangoudama Sharingan was immediately visible.

She withdrew her hand in disgust, and shook the tear-stained hand, "It seems to have some special abilities, neither ghosts nor breathing skills, you..."

Sangouyu's Sharingan moved slowly, and Kiwu Tsuji, who was looking directly at Sharingan, met directly.

The strange and unseen power makes people hard to guard against.Oni Wu Tsuji's expression was stunned for a moment, his spirit was slightly shaken, and his eyes gradually lost focus.

The thousand-year-old ghost king is not a vegetarian, his spiritual power is unimaginable for ordinary people, if you want to defeat him in terms of spiritual power, it is undoubtedly delusional.

Oni Wu Tsuji was still shaken by this unexpected illusion attack, and the effect of the illusion probably only took less than ten seconds.However, just a moment of shaking is enough to change the situation of the battle.

Hanyu Mirai's hands hang down weakly, because he has gradually lost his physical strength due to lack of oxygen.The moment Sharingan launched the illusion, he knew very well that this was the only chance.

Time seemed to stop in an instant.

Hanyu Mirai is full of hatred.The palms that he couldn't let go were tightly clenched again, and he reached out and put them into his underwear.

The murder weapon that has been hidden for a long time but has no chance to be revealed finally has a chance to appear on the scene.

The bandage wrapped around something loosened due to an excessive movement, and a sharp long knife appeared.

Hanyu entrusted all his future strength to this, and his veins bulged.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! Die! Evil ghost!"

The long knife swung down high, and it turned out to be a straight cut from the top of Gui Wu Tsuji Wumi's head, until it got stuck in the side of her face.

Immediately, blood splattered everywhere, and it was possible to faintly glimpse Gui Wu Tsuji's brain and the cracked skull from the cross section.

The face of a good beauty has become frightening and frightening, and its face is uglier than a ghost.

Mirai Hanyu gasped heavily, he thought that Kimai Tsuji had just died.

However, the strength of the arms shackled between the necks has not been weakened in any way, on the contrary, the strength has almost doubled.It was very difficult for Hanyu Miku to even speak.

Even though he did a lot of damage to Onimai Tsuji, he was still alive.Even if his head was split off from top to bottom, the brains were scattered, and even the face was not completely intact——she was still alive.

All of this happened in less than ten seconds.

The pain touched Onimai Tsuji's nerves, and she quickly woke up from the hallucination.

She also had a knife stuck in her face.The Ghost King, who had not been harmed for hundreds of years, was slashed in the face by a five-year-old child.

What a humiliation!

The humiliation turned into fury, Gui Wu Tsuji's face turned red and black, and the veins on his forehead kept throbbing.

She pulled the knife out of her face, and the face that had been split into two had a wonderful change. The flesh and blood tissue squirmed and closed in the middle, and finally became intact.

"Just want to kill me with such an attack, don't be so naive and delusional about the impossible!"

Onimai Tsuji increased the strength in his hands furiously.The nails slowly grew longer, and they were deeply inserted into Hanyu Mirai's neck, hot blood spurting out.

"You will go to hell sooner or later!" Hanyu Mirai's face was pale, blood poured from the inside of his throat into his trachea, every word he uttered was a huge hardship, and he spat out blood.

Oni Wu Tsuji Mumi could no longer deal with it calmly, her hand crushed Hanyu Mirai's neck severely.

Originally, her hands should be covered with sticky and warm blood. Hanyu Mirai, who is dying in peace, will cut off all life, not even retaining a moment of warmth. Oni Wu Tsuji will tear Hanyu Mirai to the bone at that time.

And Mirai Hanyu miraculously showed a big smile in this desperate situation, "What about a person like you who has lived for a thousand years-someone will punish you, and the eighteenth floor of hell can't be washed away Your sins! Bitch! Pooh!"

Miku Hanyu spat hard at Kimai Tsujimu.

Onimai Tsuji Mumi's nails inserted into Hanyu Mirai's neck, already piercing through... No, it didn't feel like Hanyu Mirai who killed himself at all.

I saw Hanyu Mirai in my palm let out a bang, and it completely turned into smoke, and I couldn't even catch him, let alone kill him with my own hands.

She stands still...

"Uh..." Anger, anger, being toyed with in the palm of his hand.

Guiwu Tsuji Wumi almost gritted his molars, "That kid, that kid!"

Somewhere in the wilderness a kilometer away from the Yamajinja Shrine, Mirai Hanyu paused for a moment in his journey, and he stopped slowly while holding onto the roots of the tree.

The shadow clone was destroyed by Onimai Tsuji, and all the memories flooded into Hanyu Mirai's brain, the pain, sadness and anger suffered by the shadow clone, and countless negative emotional feedbacks came.

He slowly slumped to the ground and lay down against the roots of the tree.

This is the only way Hanyu Mirai can think of at this moment, a miraculous and dreamlike technique.

During the day and night of deep sleep, I dreamed all kinds of dreams in a trance.

In the memory, there seemed to be a person who suddenly became interested, spoke bad words to him, and taught him a strange technique.The self in the dream looked down on him, and was forced to learn from him.

Mirai Hanyu imagined Onimai Tsuji Mucan's dumbfounded expression, and thinking about his expression after being furious, he couldn't help laughing.

"It's what it deserves, the harmful dog should have died a long time ago. Why didn't you piss him off?"

Smiling and laughing, the eyelids dropped little by little, as if they weighed a thousand catties, and it was difficult to open them.The fatigue of running around and the tense spirit all surged up after relaxing.

Hanyu Mirai closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep.

In the next moment, it seemed that someone would wake him up from his deep sleep, lift the quilt, and roughly wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes with his hands.