The moonlight shines in the night sky, covering the dark streets with a layer of white gauze.
In the dark night, two figures were quietly walking from the corner to the street, seemingly looking for something.
In the ruins of the house.
"Huh... finally dismantled..."
Holding a bomb in her arms, Kanroji Mitsuri, who had just wiped the sweat off her head, slowly breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against the broken wall behind her.
Defuse the bomb next to the winding one...
Cold sweat dripped from Kanroji Mitsuri's forehead.
——She almost gave up and threw the bomb at the six-eyed ghost just now!
——But considering the distance and the problem of easy accidental injury, I didn’t throw it in the end.
——I wonder what happened to Mr. Kamado and Mr. Purgatory. They just defeated the Twelve Demons... and now they meet...
By the way, six eyes! So scary and disgusting!
Thinking like this, she became nervous.
Sudden.
Kanroji Mitsuri discovered that the sound of blades clashing that had been continuous since just now had stopped.
And it doesn't sound anymore.
She was stunned for a moment.
"Eh?"
Mitsuri Kanroji, who was hiding in the ruins, poked her head out. She glanced around and found that the one who had just been standing outside her bunker had disappeared:
"Eh? Eh?" Ganlu Temple looked around in confusion.
"That six-eyed ghost..."
"No...gone?"
In her arms was a bomb with the clock hand stopped counting down.
"Was it an ambush... or... ran away?"
Ganlu Temple was wondering and stood up from behind the ruins.
She turned her head slightly and noticed the two people standing in the middle of the street:
"Ah! It's Mr. Purgatory! And that Uncle Kamado!"
They were standing there, talking to each other.
Both of them had put away their knives and seemed to be fine.
The crow also landed on Mr. Purgatory's shoulders!
--Very good! Both of them look fine!
Over the ruins, Kanroji Mitsuri held the bomb and ran towards the two people waving her hands:
"Mr. Purgatory——!"
The two people who were talking heard shouting from one side and looked in the direction of Ganlu Temple.
"Ganlu Temple!" Purgatory Xingshoulang turned his head. When he saw Mitsuri looking fine, he smiled and breathed a sigh of relief:
"You're okay! That's great!"
"Yes! Mr. Purgatory and Mr. Kamado too!" Mitsuri Kanroji ran up to the two of them, panting, and nodded vigorously. She looked at Tanjuro beside him and hesitated for a moment:
"Mr. Kamado, that ghost just now has..."
"he left."
Tanjuro breathed out, looked at where Hei Shimo was standing just now, and said this:
"He could still play, but he's gone."
"Now, there should be no ghosts around."
Click.
He held the handle of Kakimaru's sword, and the original Nichirin sword scabbard was empty.
Hei Shimo left, and he left decisively.
Tanjuro was a little surprised, he just cut off one of his arms.
Just here to test yourself? But it doesn’t seem necessary…
Although I don't know what happened to the other party.
But this time, I finally got through it successfully.
We can't let down our guard. After Hei Sheimou returns, Wuxian will know my fake identity.
If this is the case, then Wuhan will definitely take action again.
So complicated.
Tanjuro thought, he sighed slightly, feeling a little tired.
——Just think of a way to kill Wuhan in advance...
Come to your senses.
Mitsuri Kanroji held the bomb, her eyes moving back and forth between Purgatory Anjuro and Tanjuro.
——So strong!
——Both of you are so strong!
"That's it!" Kanroji Mitsuri nodded slightly after hearing Tanjuro's words, with some frustration in her tone. She looked at the bomb in her arms:
"I'm sorry... I'm obviously a team member, but I can't do anything to help..."
"Having been hiding behind the ruins..."
Snapped!
"Ganlu Temple! No need to apologize!"
Purgatory Anjuro stretched out his hand and patted Kanroji on the shoulder. His orange eyes were shining, and he smiled and comforted Kanroji:
"This is your first mission, you have done enough!"
"With your help, the rest of the team members will be fine, right?"
Xingshou Lang's eyes fell on Ganluji's arms, which was a time bomb that had been dismantled:
"You also defused the bomb and avoided more casualties. Well done!"
As he spoke, he raised his head, laughed twice, and patted his chest:
"It's me!"
"As a Class A member, during the battle with the Twelve Ghost Moons, I could only watch from the sidelines!"
"I'm so ashamed!"
Purgatory Anjuro's thick black sword eyebrows raised, his bright eyes turned his head and looked at Kamado Tanjuro:
"I really want to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it!"
Although he said this, Xingshou Lang's heart was extremely turbulent at this moment.
After seeing such a battle, he couldn't wait to go back and strengthen his training!
——As long as he is strong enough to be like Mr. Kamado.
——Even the father would definitely be moved!
He seemed to be aware of Purgatory Anjuro's increasingly fiery gaze.
Tanjuro and Anjuro looked at each other, he held the handle of the knife and said nothing.
His strong body has not faded away, and he still maintains his physical strength at this moment.
The blood is rushing through the body.
As long as there is enough rejuvenation power filling his body, he will remain in this state.
Although this does not fundamentally solve his own problems, it is enough for now.
But... it would be better if he could find a way to directly supplement his own body.
"Mr. Purgatory..." Hearing this, Kanroji Mitsuri held the bomb and looked at Purgatory Anjuro with tears in her eyes. Her tone was full of gratitude: "Thank you...!"
While several people were talking.
Behind them, not far away.
rustle…
The sound of slight footsteps came.
"...Found it!" A very small voice sounded slightly.
A young man wearing a white feather fabric, with white hair on top of his head and an azure hair at the tips, was squatting on the ground secretly.
On his forehead was a piece of paper with eyes drawn on it.
It seemed that because of this piece of paper, Tanjuro and the three people standing not far away seemed not to notice the situation here.
Beside the man, a beautiful woman wearing a dark purple kimono was also squatting there.
"Lord Jushi, you don't have to come over to do such dangerous things. I can do it alone."
Yushirou turned his head and spoke to Zhuyo beside him. He lowered his voice and slightly covered his mouth with his hand. His tone was full of worry:
"It will be troublesome if those ghost hunters find out. My vampire skills are just a blinding technique and cannot hide us perfectly."
"Also, the Twelve Ghost Moon has just left. It's too dangerous..."
"It's okay, Yushiro." Tamashi just shook her head gently, lowering her lavender eyes like mist:
"It's fine."
"This is what we have to do."
With that said, Zhuyo reached out, took out an exquisite wooden box from the sleeve of his kimono, and opened it gently.
Snap.
From it, she took out an exquisitely made needle with a blade at the tip but a storage space at the handle.
Zhu Shi lowered his head and looked in front of the two people.
Lying on the ground in front of the two of them.
——Surprisingly, the half of the arm that was chopped off by Tanjuro just now belonged to Black Death Mou.
Zhu Shi placed the scalpel-shaped needle on the half-amplified arm.
Press slightly firmly.
Poof!
There was a sound of a knife cutting into flesh.
Uh-huh!
Tanjuro, who had his back to them in front of them, suddenly turned his head and looked here.
