See the spirit boy Gangji

Gray rats were running around in the city's sewers, and the smell still lingered in the air.

He twisted his body, as if he was a part of the dirty rolling muddy water, rushing forward along the intricate maze-like water pipes underground, pursuing the target.

The real person's hand twisted in the pipe, and finally got out of a desolate alley.The human-shaped mantra with light blue hair looked down at his surroundings, sniffing the faint aura around him.

"Is it an illusion, I feel that the breath has become more intense..."

The real person scanned the faded advertisements and numbers and words scribbled with paint pens on the dilapidated wall bricks.

When the sky is dark and late, the lights of the city are like a sea of ​​stars that are gradually lighting up, but they can't shine into this small and lonely corner. Passers-by also pass by the outer layer of this alley, and most of them are in a hurry to go home. No one cares about the office workers, and no one sees what it looks like inside.

The blue-haired youth's curse spirit casually looked at the surrounding environment, his palm became like plasticine ready to shrink, and continued to move towards the destination that was only a few streets away.

The shadow climbs along the corner of the wall like a tide.

The evening summer breeze blows in along the crossing of the alley.

The suture mantra stopped his transformation.

He looked down at the shadows beneath his feet.

The industrial waste gas emitted by the city all the time, the cooking heat of food from roadside stalls and narrator cake shops, the smell of various perfumes on women, the cigarette butts thrown by roadside drivers... All kinds of mottled smells are mixed together.It smells absolutely bad, but it doesn't make the curse spirit feel the presence of care.

But now, a strong and unusual fragrance wafted through this ordinary sour smell.

The real person's glass bead-like strange-colored eyeballs couldn't help turning in the darkness, and he couldn't hide his breath of the airflow entwined with the wind from behind.

It is so special and strong, the only pure white among the variegated colors, it is fragrant and fragrant.

A mantra of his level is close to human beings in various senses. Out of curiosity, real people have learned about the existence of what is called delicious food in human beings.

Pastry food, perfume, botanical floral.

The human sense of smell and the working mechanism of the brain allow them to resonate in the memory of certain smells, and feel spiritual joy from this.They even invented a career in search of this ethereal taste.

what do you say that is?Curse Spirit thought for a while, and pulled out the word from his memory.Oh yes, perfumer.

So, do humans also experience this obsession when they smell their favorite scents?The real person turned around slowly, and saw a dark and eerie red like blood in the backlight.

The brown-haired boy's hair was messed up by the high-speed airflow, and the carefully decorated clothes also had some uneven folds, and the silk ribbon tied at the neckline was a little loose.

It was not an illusion.

"You are dressed a little differently from what I saw before." The cold and greedy eyes swept across the young boy in front of him, and then slowly moved to the pink-haired hero standing beside him.

He dragged his voice in a weird tone and said, "Is that your shikigami standing next to him? It looks very powerful."

Just looking at it, the curse spirit's gaze was glued to the boy again.

"You actually took the initiative to come to me, did you use some special tracking ability?" The real person asked curiously, "Is it your technique?"

"Why didn't you answer?" The blue-haired curse spirit looked at the boy in front of him helplessly but with great interest: "You look like..."

"Hey, are you angry?"

A bloodstain cut the blue-haired youth's cheek and exploded!

The real person's eyes rolled down, looking at the flesh-colored texture around his arms.

"It's such a sharp sword, I obviously didn't feel the magic power."

"You look really disgusting and filthy." The pink-haired heroic spirit has returned to the boy's side holding a slender sword in his hand, and the cherry-colored pupils glance at the sutures. The curse spirit has grown again. Good body, those parts look the same as before.

It's simply a weird recovery ability.

"Your words are really ugly, aren't you a curse spirit? You obviously don't look like a human being." As expected, the question was not answered, but I just didn't care.The real person twisted his wrist: "I was going to find some substitutes to suppress it..." He looked at the boy's slightly clenched fist, and then spread his hands:

"I didn't expect the genuine product to be delivered to my door..." The corner of Mana Ling's mouth turned outward with a ferocious and joyful smile.

"In this case, there is no other way. It would not be good to expose it so early in case it is discovered..." It will be even more troublesome if it attracts Gojo Satoru's attention. Zhenren doesn't intend to be exposed so soon. Under the nose of the strong conjurer.

Therefore, the first thing to do, the real person's eyes fell on the pink-haired knight on the side.

Kill this guy first.

"Master." The pink-haired heroic spirit picked up the blade in his hand.

"Kill it."

The voice of the command is almost cold, like water that has been frozen into ice.

At the moment when the voice was conveyed, Astolfo swung the sword in his hand towards the blue-haired young man, and the real person quickly spread his five fingers.He held something in his hand that looked like the smallest shape of a Russian doll and threw it towards the two of them, and then the knuckle-sized human pupa swelled wildly, like a bulging balloon, and the skin changed into an ugly and weird appearance. .

The heroic spirit's sword flashed with icy cold light and slashed mercilessly across the air in a beautiful arc, splitting the filth that suddenly appeared in front of him into two halves.

At the moment when the blade cut through the flesh and blood, Heroic Spirit seemed to feel something.There are... this is not a curse spirit!

"Master!" He turned his head.

The blue-haired suture's magical hand transformed into a huge and terrifying sharp boring knife, rolling towards the Chairman Yu behind him!

It's about to be touched, the amazing, top-notch soul... the aroma in the air, the smell of blood, the remains of the spell.

The soft skin of young humans, the beating heart inside the body, everything is like a dream, which makes people's hearts beat.

I must, I must taste it carefully, carefully, and lick off the blood and the surging magic power of his body bit by bit, absolutely not to waste, or...or keep it in captivity!What a pity, what a pity if there is nothing left after eating all at once!

Clear desires and extremely chaotic thoughts are tumbling in the brain like boiling water.

The sound of the body being pierced by the heroic spirit.

But the real person's movements didn't slow down at all, such an attack wasn't a fatal injury to him at all, but it only increased his excitement.

Stomach, the desire of the soul is clamoring crazily!

Even every nerve started to burn!

Eat him—! ! !

The smile on the corner of his mouth was torn apart.

"Touched—"

The palm touched the boy's neck.

Sawada Tsunayoshi looked at him.

The world is spinning and darkness is invading.

Ok?

He felt that his body suddenly became light and feather-like, and a little sluggish.

The real person noticed that the perspective that was originally looking down became level with the boy.

From under the slightly long bangs, the curse spirit saw his face with a smile that had not faded from a pair of gilt pupils.

Like flowing crimson scorching magma, the radiant golden glaze that erupted from the anger floated on it, giving off a little bit of brilliance like a stardrop.And that scarlet red robe.

The real person stared at the gorgeous color, feeling that his eyeballs were going to be burned together.

This is really...

"Do you want to eat Nana's mother?" The boy asked softly, and a soft but cold voice came from his chest.

"Your voice is nice too, as if you're breathing." The real person spoke slowly, his glass-like strange-colored eyeballs were filled with viscous obsession. "It smells good."

"Sure enough, it's completely different from humans..." Tsuna grabbed the curse spirit's hair with his fingers.

There was suppressed anger in his voice.

"Obviously only the head is left and still talking."

A headless corpse bleeds black and purple blood under the boy's feet, limp like mud out of control.

The boy lowered his eyes slightly, his slender and curly eyelashes cast a thin shadow like a butterfly's wing under the dim light.

Her hair was messy and scattered on her cheeks.The face is a soft and radiant fair complexion.

A child of this age has not experienced too many setbacks, and everything is extremely fragile, even his fingers are soft.

But it was just such a pair of weak and harmless hands, the real person looked at his body.

He just chopped off his own head.

"My body now looks like a bug. From this perspective, it is indeed a bit disgusting. It is really novel."

The suture mantra judged his body in a commentary tone, looking very interested.

"If you are angry, is your anger gone now?" The real person asked about the boy's posture of holding his head: "How can you be happy? In fact, I didn't intend to eat anyone at first, but Occasionally I get inspiration, and then I do this kind of thing out of reluctance."

"Reluctant?"

"That's right...you really don't know how much I can't bear to part with it." The real person felt that there was body fluid spreading in his mouth: "That's why I wanted to find blood instead to taste it."

Obviously there is only one head left.

"You are so strong. It's about to crush my head."

"I don't know... can it be split and saved?"

As soon as the words fell, the curse spirit suddenly exploded, and he rushed out a weird and twisted palm from under the neatly cut neck after a short period of gestation. Tsuna subconsciously threw away the head in his hand to avoid the attack.

The real man raised his body on the ground and attacked the boy. Astolfo quickly stepped forward, holding the blade in his hand, and swung it upwards, chopping off the real man's disorganized arm.

It's useless... The real person's eyeballs trembled and he acted recklessly.

I've just met him already!

Art -

【Inaction changes】

All greedy ravings are delusions.

All twisted life comes from the Fall.

Joy and contentment surround it.

"I want……"

I can……

"No." A cold negative voice.

The intoxicating sweet and intoxicating, full of—

--die.

A grey-blue mouse filthy like a gutter, dropped into a suffocating oil tank.

He looked up in the dark space where the walls could not be seen.

This is the only source of light.

A golden pupil.

The eyes under the slender eyelashes blinked slightly, and then the world fell into darkness.

Gather, compress, aggregate, separate.

The boy's slightly panting chest finally calmed down.Tsuna spread out his palm, the inside was extremely clean, not a trace of black mud fell down, but the knight with cherry hair stepped forward and took out a tissue from his pocket to wipe every crevice of his master's fingers meticulously.

The brown-haired boy stared blankly at his palm, his eyes seemed a little blank.

"Ah." Gang Ji suddenly remembered something and screamed. He turned his head and looked nervously at the heroic spirit next to him.

"What, what's wrong master! Is there something wrong!?"

"No! It's over, Ah Fu! Clothes! I forgot to return the clothes!! And the book!!!"

"Everything fell in place!! What should I do!?"

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The author has something to say:

What I wrote is still different from what I thought, forget it.

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