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10. Demon Dance Tsuji House

Saito was surprised that the ghost didn't escape.

He had said long ago that he was a ghost hunter, a swordsman of the ghost killing team, and he was born to slay ghosts, and that guy knew his identity.

Ghosts eat people, swordsmen kill ghosts.

Originally, the ghost was imprisoned, and it was impossible for him to stay obediently when he was unattended. It was possible to escape or take revenge.

When alone, would the man-eating ghost really come here with a box of confinement as he obeyed the promise?

What is the purpose of that ghost?

With such thoughts in mind, Satu frowned slightly, and opened his mouth when Miss Li was suspicious.

"...It's my younger brother."

After he finished answering, he pursed his lips, clenched Xiao Yiyong's little hand to prevent the other party from making any dangerous moves, and looked at the couple in front of him as if he had nothing to do, and slowly smiled.

"It's my younger brother."

Xiao Yiyong, who was being held by hand, looked up calmly at the pink-haired boy with a gentle smile above his head, but there was a trace of imperceptible confusion in his eyes.

younger brother?

Do you look small?

"Ah, so it's my younger brother."

On the side, Mr. Yueyan smiled slightly, his rose red eyes glowing with a little smile under the hat.

Then he opened his mouth seemingly unintentionally: "What's your brother's name?"

name?

Sato was stunned for a moment, as if he hadn't expected the other party to ask such a question at all.

No, it's not that I didn't expect it. Asking your name is a basic etiquette. As Mr. Tsukihiko who met for the first time, there is nothing wrong with asking.

It's just that I didn't know how to answer it.

What's the name of this ghost?

Satoshi was a little distracted, and the memory of being in the wisteria flower house a few days ago gradually came to mind.

[My name is Tomioka Yoshi...]

"Tomioka Giyuu."

Suddenly, a childish voice sounded, overlapping with the youthful voice in the brain.

Sato looked at the little boy in his hand in astonishment—because of the shrinkage, the clothes were a bit too big to drag on the ground, which looked quite funny, and there was a little baby fat on his face, like a real toddler.

The little guy raised his head seriously, his lake-blue eyes looked straight at Mr. Yueyan who asked for his name, and repeated his immature voice again.

"My name is Yoshiyuki Tomioka."

The little boy didn't pretend to be deliberately, nor did he play around, and even his face was calm, he was just saying a name in a very ordinary way.

It was as if he had been called this name in the first place.

The neighborhood was still brightly lit, and midnight was slowly approaching.

There are all kinds of people walking on the street, or couples or colleagues, bustling with each other.

A mansion standing outside the noisy neighborhood, the western-style rooms are decorated in Japanese style, the whole is a little bit inconsistent, but it looks extremely harmonious.

This is Fujiwara Tsukihiko—the mansion of Onimai Tsujimure.

Mr. Yueyan and Ms. Li invited Sato and his younger brother Yiyong to come back to entertain them in order to thank them, and they stayed in the mansion under the premise that they could not refuse.

In the room with the lights out——

Xiao Yiyong pawed at the mouth of the box, poked his head slightly through the small door to reveal his eyes, and slowly looked at the young man with his eyes closed in front of him.

The young man looked extremely calm, but in fact, only Yoshiyuki Tomioka knew that his heartbeat was many times faster than usual because of his vigilance.

Tomioka Yoshiyuki didn't understand why this swordsman was so energetic when he had a bed and didn't sleep.

You must know that after coming out of the wisteria flower house, the swordsman has been on the road for two days, day and night, without any rest.

And it's not just about rushing, you have to carry yourself and the box on your back during the day.

Isn't he tired?

If I remember correctly, it is said in the script that human beings who like to wear powder are weak and sleep more like cats.

——This person has such pink hair, he must be very weak, right?

Do ghost killing teams treat their employees so harshly, so that swordsmen can't sleep when they bring ghosts back to the headquarters?

Tomioka Yoshiyuki felt that this would not work, he flattened his mouth and opened his mouth seriously:

"go to sleep."

"I can keep watch at night."

I am very strong.

No matter if it is a ghost or a youkai, it will never let it step into the room.

They were originally two people traveling together, and it was supposed to be like this for things like night shifts.

It's not a man's job to keep a frail person awake for days at a time.

After having this thought, Xiao Yiyong's eyes became a little firmer, with a serious look on his whole face.

However, this obviously made Sabito even more irritable.

"Don't you understand?"

A look of impatience appeared on Sabito's face, the fingers holding the handle of the knife were slightly white, and the blue sun wheel knife was held tightly in his arms.

"The ghost in this house—"

Satoshi said indifferently and distantly, his tone was as cold as ice, "There is no one else except you."

Is this ghost over?

Since we met until now, we have been saying some inexplicable things.

The game of playing loved ones is long overdue.

However, Xiao Yiyong, who was pulling the box, blinked his eyes when he heard the words.

One second, two seconds.

Xiao Yiyong had an epiphany, and instantly understood the meaning of Sato's words.

So the swordsman was looking after me?

That's easier!

As he spoke, he crawled out of the box, patted the wrinkles on his body after landing on the ground, and walked up to Satu with his short legs.

He raised his small hand and touched Satu's waist, and touched the string of a sachet under the pressure of the young man's hostility.

Xiao Yiyong frowned, holding the string of the sachet with a full face of refusal, but still handed it to Satu, "This."

"It's the wisteria flower."

"You spill it all on the box and I can't get out."

Sato stared blankly at the toddler in front of him, the original irritability in his eyes was replaced by a trace of complexity that no one could understand.

Xiao Yiyong sat in the box with his hands in his hands, his knees and arms touched the wall of the box at the same time, and he couldn't stretch out a little in the narrow space.

I grew too big.

Why can't it become like a box?

Thinking so dissatisfied, Xiao Yiyong tried to make his body shrink a little more.

Just like what I asked just now, I got into the wooden box after roughly explaining how I couldn't escape.

Although the pink-haired swordsman was stunned for a long time as if he didn't know how to sprinkle it, and he taught him how to sprinkle it, but the task of spreading wisteria flowers to make a cage was successfully completed.

Ghosts are afraid of wisteria flowers, although the fragrance is very poisonous, if you sprinkle it around the box, you can't touch the box.

In this way, the swordsman will let go of his guard and won't worry about running out, right?

I am so smart.

Sighing a few words in his heart, Xiao Yiyong narrowed his eyes listening to the human heartbeat gradually calming down in his ears.

However, within a few seconds, Xiao Yiyong opened his eyes in a daze——

Because the heartbeat that had been beating in his ears suddenly disappeared.

In the dim little box, Xiao Yiyong blinked blankly, with doubts appearing in his eyes.

If I remember correctly, human beings stop their heartbeat only when they die.

died?

Is that the swordsman?

Will humans die silently?

He slowly unfolded his hands, and tried to put his little hands on the door in front of him, ready to push it out to check.

But when he touched the door, he remembered the wisteria flowers scattered around the box, and took it back with his little hand.

The box lay quietly on the ground, a slight movement appeared and then disappeared, and finally opened a crack after a few seconds.

The black head leaned against the door and poked out quietly through the crack. The small nose sniffed like a dog to make sure there was no smell of wisteria or blood before slowly floating up.

He tentatively asked, "Swordsman?"

However, no response was received.

Behind the box, a man in a suit and leather shoes was standing there, and the moonlight coming in from the window made his rose-red eyes extremely bright.

Oni Wu Tsuji had a gloomy face, watching the child who slowly got up from the box on the ground, his face instantly turned ferocious, "Tomioka Yoshiyuki."

"Who is that ghost hunter you brought?"

Unforgivable, unforgivable!

stupid guy!

Oni Wu Tsuji felt trembling all over when he recalled what Yatengu laughed at him just now.

Swordsmen, monsters!He is obviously an ant-like existence, yet he dares to say such arrogant words.

hateful!

Looking at him, Xiao Yiyong still wondered if Sato had missed the mark, and answered truthfully when he heard the question: "I didn't bring him here."

"It's he who wants to take me back to the Ghost Killing Squad."

"..."

what?

Oni Wu Tsuji froze, then his pupils gradually widened, and a few seconds later he burst out laughing——

very good!

"Ubuyashiki!"

"I didn't expect you to do such a stupid thing."

Bringing the ghost back to the Ghost Killing Team, the protagonist of the Ghost Killing Team actually allowed his swordsman to bring back the culprit!

There was madness in Wu Mi's eyes, as if he had seen the grand occasion in the future, he looked at Xiao Yiyong with cracks in his eyes.

"Find Miyashiki's mansion and tell me right away."

"As long as the house is found—"

Oniwu Tsuji Wumi said slowly raising his hand, as if handing him something.

Xiao Yiyong, who hadn't understood what the other party meant and remained silent, raised his hand subconsciously when he saw this.

a drop.

two drops.

Three drops.

Four drops.

five drops.

Blood dripped from Onimi Tsuji's fingertips, and fell into Xiao Yiyong's palm along with gravity.

"After you find it, you can choose the location of the Twelve Ghost Moons."

After finishing speaking, Wu Mi withdrew his hand, as if he had completely forgotten that he was still venting his anger on Xiao Yiyong just now.

He left after saying "enter the box again and you will return to the swordsman's room".

In the empty room, Xiao Yiyong, who stood silently on the ground, still kept reaching out.

"..."

Blood dripped from his hand to the ground, and he was the only one left in the room now.

Xiao Yiyong looked at the sky with his unglamorous eyes, and his whole face was bewildered.

He lowered his head and looked at the red liquid on his hand.

Then he used his power to condense water to wash his hands in disgust.

By the way, the ground was also cleaned.

What kind of house is not a house? Some inexplicable words were said inexplicably, and blood was poured on his hands.

Is this person sick?

It was inexplicable.

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