As soon as Yueshi woke up, he found something was wrong. Shouldn't he be sleeping comfortably in his bedroom?
can
Although he is still wearing pajamas for sleeping.
But the intermediary is now in the wilderness where I don't know.
He was buried under his neck.
The whole body was nailed to the soil and could not move.
Intermediaries usually lack exercise, so they can do nothing about this situation.
When a person breathes, the body will expand and contract the soil. That is, when the human body contracts, it will fill the gap little by little, and the person will slowly breathe hard, and finally be suffocated to death. This process will be very slow, and it will make people despair.
"What enemies have I provoked?" The intermediary is just a small news writer.
An ordinary social animal.
"Is there anyone?!" His voice was very hoarse when he got up in the morning, and the humid air in the morning also made him very uncomfortable.
The intermediary loudly called for someone to pass by and save his life.
"Damn, there is no one here." The intermediary soon lost strength.
The earth that was constantly filling the air was taking his life away.
The intermediary really doesn't want to die.
He tried desperately to break free, but in vain.
The tomb hummed a tune and put the prepared breakfast on the table.
"The default stream."
The Qing funeral called for a leisurely and leisurely release of the apron.
Although I haven't cooked for a long time, the kitchen was also excellent in those days. Now it seems that it is not unfamiliar.
The aroma of the food was diffused in the air, and the ice and snow in the Qingchen pupil gradually melted, revealing a rare gentleness.
The Qing funeral tapped on the door of the pseudo silent room.
"Clear burial."
Pseudo Muriu rushes into his arms and arches around, like a husky seeking to be touched.
"I want to drink."
Then she opened her round black eyes and looked at him. The tender pink mouth is tight and looks very aggrieved.
Qingchen picked her up, looked at her and said, "No, I can't."
Qing burial will not kill an ordinary person, but that ordinary person knows too much.
Yueshi's agency originally only reported on the child in Cimu, Qingcheng Town, but he later investigated the snow-wife incident and even the species.
If the Qing Dynasty buries him again, he will be exposed.
Although Qing burial also appreciates the insight of intermediaries.
Therefore, Qingchen took advantage of the dark wind last night to solve the problem.
Half buried, enjoy death!
Qing Burial felt that although Tan Zhilang was familiar with the evil sword, he also strengthened his strength.
But what is more insidious is that Tanzhilang did not use the god of fire, Shenle.
Qing Burial did not know that the Shenyue Dance, which Tan Zhilang inherited from his father and passed down from generation to generation by the Zaomen family, would not be used because of the influence of the secluded evil blade.
And because the evil blade You Douzi didn't awaken the ghost blood skill.
"The meal is all on the table. Go and eat. I'll go out and lie down." Qingchen said goodbye to Moriu and went to the headquarters to punch in.
At this time, the ghost killing team headquarters.
Shiyaoya Tanya was listening to the report of Chua Ya and was shocked. The news that Tanjiro killed the last quarter of Twelve Ghost Months on his first mission really shocked the leader of the ghost killing team.
At this time, he was very excited. Killing the last string meant that the ghost killing team had another column level combat effectiveness.
Plus the cooperation of the eclipse organization.
Shiyaoya Tanya seems to have seen the future of the ghost killing team, and the ancestral mantra of hundreds of years brought by the ghost dance Tsujitsu Wutai was completely shattered during his generation as the master.
Tan Zhilang and others are resting in the residence of the ghost killing team. After the First World War, their spirits are not good
I went to sleep after cleaning last night and didn't get up until now.
When Tan Zhilang woke up, he changed into the ghost killing team uniform that had been cleaned.
Yishan and Yizhisuke are still sleeping soundly.
"I feel that my physical quality is much better."
Tanjiro looked at himself in the mirror and felt as if he had fallen asleep last night, as if the black target had helped him.
At the same time, I also learned that Shiyaoya wanted to see himself when the ghost killing team was the main production house.
"Come to the headquarters, and the headquarters wants to see you."
The crow's hoarse voice was heard.
When I arrived at the headquarters, I saw Yan Zhu's Inferno Xing Shoulang, who had long yellow and red hair, sword eyebrows, and nice eyes.
The protagonist of Ghost Extinction Unlimited Train.
"Are you the one who killed the tired newcomers in that task?" The purgatory Xing Shoulang also noticed Tan Zhilang, and went forward to greet him with a smile on his face.
"Well... I am." Tan Zhilang couldn't respond for a moment, and then nodded.
"Ha ha, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Purgatory Apricot Shoulang. Please take care of me!" Purgatory Apricot Shoulang gave a hearty smile and loudly introduced himself.
"My name is Tan Zhilang. Please take care of me."
"My lord summoned me, but I don't want him to wait too long." Then Qingchen came and said.
"Oh, Abe, this is my new friend, and I'm going to take him as my stepson." The purgatory Xingshoulang greeted with enthusiasm when he saw the arrival of the tomb, and then took Tanzhilang's shoulder and shouted.
"Oh, they didn't say they wanted to be your stepson." Qingchen was speechless.
Why did you act like a white beard just now.
"Ah? That's right." The purgatory Xingshoulang was a little lost, but next second it seemed that nothing had happened.
"Is this? Why is his dress different from that of the ghost killing team?"
"Ah, this is another organization set up by the leader of the ghost killing team."
"Well, I know." Tanjiro looked at Luo Xiu, then smiled, and went in first, not noticing anything unusual.
"Tan Zhilang, see you soon!" The purgatory Xing Shoulang said and patted the Qing burial's shoulder, also turned and walked into the door.
Qing burial remembered that the passionate purgatory Xing Shoulang finally died in the hands of Shang Xian San.
Tan Zhilang stepped into the gate, and then led by an Yin to a courtyard, where many people had already come.
Just now, Xing Shoulang and the maskers of the Demon Seeking Society were also there.
Ghost killing team, insect pillar, butterfly tolerance, burning pillar, purgatory, apricot, Shoulang, rock pillar, moaning, island, walking in the dark, water pillar, rich and brave, rosy pillar, transparent without a lang, love pillar, mannu temple, honey glaze, sound pillar, Yu Ling, Tian Yuan, snake pillar, Yi Hei, little Barney are all here
Nine pillars of ghost killing team.
"Oh, Tanzhilang finally came, I thought you would stand at the door for a while more!" Yanzhu Purgatory Xingshoulang said enthusiastically when he saw Tanzhilang.
"Oh? Is he the new man who killed the ghost of the last string? He doesn't look as powerful as he thought." Yukui Tianyuan slightly tilted his head, raised a wisp of hair in one hand, and said.
"Don't look down upon others," Qingchen said quietly.
"Ah ah ah, you are a poor child who started to fight with ghosts at a young age." Beimingyu Xingming put his hands together, and two lines of clear tears came out of his eyes, with a sad and regretful tone.
Fugang is not good at words. He just looks at Luo Xiu and doesn't say a word.
"The first time I went out on a mission, I killed the last string, which was very powerful." The honey glass of the Ganlu Temple said with some admiration.
At that time, the snake pillar who liked the love pillar was jealous again.
"It's just a ghost at the end of the string. Who knows how to kill it?" Yihei small Barney curled his mouth and opened his mouth.
The Qing burial was a little speechless.
The fruit deserves to be a vinegar pillar...