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Yoshiyuki Tomioka escaped from the crowd.

The dark night enveloped everything, his reflection was reflected on the calm water surface, and fireflies flew around from time to time, but his breathing was still disordered.

The bottomless lake at the feet is so clear that it seems to suck people into the abyss.Yoshiyuki Tomioka raised the fox face on his head, and slowly closed his eyes in front of the lake.

He didn't know who that person was just now, and he didn't know why he left, it was just that he wanted to escape from his soul at that time.

It was a weird feeling.

Uncomfortable, screaming all over his body, as if his heart was being held in someone's hand, but he felt as warm as if his whole body was immersed in a hot spring.

Is it strange?strangeness.

Weirder than salmon radishes.

Not only was it weird, it was painful.

But what does pain feel like... Yoshiyuki Tomioka couldn't tell.

Maybe it has something to do with his lost memory, but what does that matter?

It was already discarded, so why should he care.

Tomioka Yoshiyuki opened his eyes slowly, and set his eyes on the lake in front of him. He raised his steps, and stepped on the lake without any ups and downs in his eyes.

Perhaps a human standing on the water would sink into it, but he wouldn't.

He is a ghost, born as a ghost, and also water, born as water.

He can manipulate anything that belongs to water at will, turning it into a weapon or an enchantment, and naturally there will be no problem standing in it.

This is not a blood ghost technique, but another kind of instinctive ability.

Just like the body.

Tomioka Yoshiyuki's memory, consciousness, and senses were all born in water, and water is the source of his life.

Although humans and ghosts call him a ghost, they also have essential differences.

For example, the staple food of ghosts is humans, but he is not.

For example, ghosts will go crazy when they see blood, but he will not.

He doesn't need to eat people, as long as there is water, he can survive.

In the night wind, the black-haired boy who was far away from the crowd stood on the lake, and the disaster-dispelling fox face lay quietly on his forehead in the dark night, watching the lights not far away.

The eyes hidden at the bottom of the lake also revealed dangerous eyes at the bottom of the water——

Sato suddenly turned his head, and the sudden sense of crisis made him look behind vigilantly.

People come and go, people are everywhere.

Sato frowned slightly, and looked around for no special crowd.

Is it an illusion again?

At first it was volunteer, now it is ghost.

Is there really anything here in Kyoto?

"Ghost dance Tsuji no misery."

Could that heinous man really be in this place?

The little girl who was being pulled with the mask in her hand saw him stop in doubt, and tugged at the little boy in front.

"how……"

The little boy made a sound, turned his head and blinked.

"Mr. Rabbit?"

Just as he was talking, a black crow flew down not far away.

With the Liuhua sword and the Nilun sword in its mouth, the crow flew between the night and the fireworks, and hovered over Satu's head.

"Gah, Shuizhu Satu! Southeast, southeast!"

The crow's noisy voice recalled the rabbit's thoughts, but it also attracted the attention of the crowd. Similarly, the two children looked at it in surprise.

"Talking crow!" The little girl said in disbelief.

Sato nodded, and took the sun wheel knife from the crow's mouth, and then he squatted down apologetically and looked at the two children.

"Sorry, I can't accompany you at the fireworks display."

Since the crow will come, his feeling should be right.

There are ghosts around here.

"Mr. Rabbit..."

The little boy stared blankly at Satu, then he recovered and gave himself a sigh of relief and said:

"Be careful!"

With a knife in hand and a talking crow!Mr. Sabito must be a very powerful person.

"it is good."

Sabito smiled, and then rubbed the tops of the two children's hair.

Everyone in the Ghost Killing Team knows that Shuizhu Sato, one of the nine pillars of the Ghost Killing Team, is a very strong man.

This man was extremely strict in training, but he was very gentle with young children.

Especially the children who are not very talkative, the ones with black hair are even worse.

Regarding this point, it is said that the stepson of Chongzhu, Kanaihu, has received a lot of care, but it is only a rumor.

People don't believe this rumor, but no one dares to ask this powerful man.

Some people tried to get Chanel, but no one ever got the answer because they guessed the coin wrong.

So if they see this picture, they will probably believe it.

But it's a pity that this is Kyoto and not Ghost Slayer.

Saying goodbye to the two children, Sato left the crowded fireworks display, and moved quickly towards the southeast direction that the crow said on the ground fireworks.

There were fewer and fewer lights along the way.

The surrounding environment is becoming more and more wild, and there is no trace of human smell around.

In the dark night, you must know that the wilderness without lights is extremely difficult to see.

Sabito stopped in his tracks, held the scabbard in his hand and looked around vigilantly under the moonlight.

From the southeast direction, there is only a huge lake from here.

On the endless water surface, the remaining moonlight still has some reflections on it. I don’t know what fell and scattered the afterimages, just like fishing for the moon in a storybook.

Sato frowned: "Is it really here?"

Ghosts are all cannibals, villains without nature, and there is an empty lake in front of them. Can ghosts really live in places where there are no people?

The crow circled a few times in the air, ignoring his question.

"Ga, southeast, southeast."

Fine……

Sabito let out a breath, and looked towards the direction of the lake again.

He raised his steps and was about to leave, when suddenly there was a terrifying murderous aura around him!

Sabito paused, looked around vigilantly, and habitually covered the handle of the knife with his hand.

"It's really scary, Sun Wheel Saber hee hee hee—"

Suddenly, a child's voice filled the night sky.

"Come out." Saito said coldly.

"Hey—" A voice appeared in the night sky.

"It's really fierce!" A child approached Satu without any warning, and looked at him curiously with big eyes.

"Hey! Hey! Play with me! I won't break the knife this time!"

Satoshi just stood there without avoiding it, and gave him a cold look.

It's a ghost.

It's not wrong that Mizuzo Sabito is gentle with children, but that's only for humans.

Since he is an evil spirit, he is not qualified to be treated with tenderness.

"what the hell."

The kid muttered, "Why are you as boring as the wood that escaped suddenly just now?"

"ended."

Sabito ignored him, closed his eyes and raised his Japanese sword and pointed it at him.

The water splashed, Satu didn't even use the breathing method, and directly chopped off the head of the child ghost with the sun wheel knife.

but--

"You've been fooled!" The voice of the kid whose head fell filled the night sky again, "Hee hee hee hee——"

Sato frowned, and the next moment the knife in his hand trembled "Zheng--", and at some point, the ghost blood splashed in front of him directly dipped into the blade.

Sato frowned, and saw blood-red cracks on the silver-white blade.

In the next second, the whole thing broke.

"Brother Ghost Hunter—"

The illusory voice in the air reappeared, "I've already eaten, uh... one, two, three, four... There are many people with knives like you!"

"If I had become an oni earlier, I would have become Twelve Oni Moon!"

"Then—" The bewitching voice of a child reappeared in his ears.

"How about it in my stomach? Ghost hunter brother—"

The child laughed arrogantly, as if he wanted to swallow the Sato in front of him whole.

But the next moment, a water blade suddenly appeared in the air.

Like a sharp arrow from a bow and crossbow, it pierced through the child ghost's head without a sound in the blink of an eye.

The child froze for a moment, the sudden attack made him unable to realize what was going on.

On the lake not far away, a black-haired man with blood on his arm stood on the water and raised his hand.

Around him, there are countless water blades floating in the air.

"I don't know when, you suddenly broke into my life again."

"Even though I wanted to escape, I returned to this place after hearing your footsteps."

"Let him go."

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