"Hey, is it really good to give up resistance so easily, isn't your greatest wish to live?".

Xia Yan said softly and comfortingly, trying to awaken the latent desire to survive in the sick leaf's heart.

Of course, while he was talking, his hands were not idle.

Just like a bear child who plucks the thorns of a caterpillar or roasts ants with a magnifying glass, he constantly dismemberes the sick leaves to observe the gap between the lower string ghost and the ordinary ghost.

At the same time, he took the opportunity to collect a lot of blood from the lower string ghosts.

When the time comes, if you give it to Zhu Shi, you may be able to increase a wave of favorability.

As for the tools for blood collection, Natsuhiko Hokage was kindly sponsored, and at the same time, he also asked for a few copies as observation samples, and even sent one with his arms, legs, and internal organs.

Although the world is different, it may be possible to touch the bypass.

Because this time, when Xia Yan dismembered the sick leaves, he used not the front blade of the Nichiren knife, but instead of using the blade of the orangutan scarlet iron and the back blade of the orangutan crimson ore, the part that was cut off did not disappear.

Instead, Xia Yan was like obsessive-compulsive disorder, and he was neatly put aside.

It's just that at this time, the sick leaf has already decided, no matter what Xia Yan says, he won't believe it anymore, and he won't give any response.

It was completely like he was bent on death, so naturally he didn't notice Xia Yan's actions.

"No, don't you really want to live......

Sick leaves still shouldn't, and the empty eyes like salted fish reminded Xia Yan of a famous dish in England.

makes Xia Yan eager to find someone to give him a wave of ultimate insults, to see if he is still so hard-mouthed.

It's a pity that he couldn't find such a candidate, so that Sick Ye was able to escape.

Otherwise, after the sick leaves go to hell, maybe they will be able to reduce the penal code by a few months.

"Well, in that case, let me give you a ride. "

Xia Yan sighed lightly, made a helpless look, and raised the Nihon Knife in his hand.

And a look of relief flashed in Sick Ye's eyes.

Maybe being a ghost is the biggest mistake I've ever made in my life......

Hmmmmmmm

Under the moonlight, a dazzling cold light flickered.

Leaf's head rose into the air and fell heavily to the ground, rolling to the side.

In a trance, he seemed to be back to the time before he became a ghost.

He is an orphan who has been adopted by a ninja family and spends his days training endlessly, assassinating ......

The meaning of existence is to turn oneself into an emotionless weapon, and everything can be discarded in order to complete the task.

For ninjas, mission is everything, even if it costs with your own life.

But that day, in order to survive, he ran away.

And the price is that the ninja family suffered heavy losses, and in the end, the patriarch committed suicide alone without the wrong person to use Mingzhi to exchange forgiveness from his employer.

Since then, it has become his obsession to live.

Due to irreparable mistakes, he did not dare to return to the ninja clan, and he also relied on the means to make a living, so he had to become a thief to make ends meet.

Until one day, he broke into the home of a young man with red vertical pupils......

"Wooga-sama...... Sorry ......

".

"Who's Wooga-sama?".

Hearing the muttering of the sick leaf's head, Xia Yan leaned over and asked with a smile.

"I used to be the head of the house...... I just saw him...... I want to apologize to him. "

Maybe it's the reason why the ghost is dying and his words are good, but Sick Ye didn't pretend to be dead this time, but answered Xia Yan's question.

According to one theory, the reason why people see a marquee before they die seems to be looking for a way to avoid imminent death in their experiences and memories so far. "

"But I haven't experienced it yet, and I don't think I'll have the opportunity to experience it in the future, so I don't understand it. "

Xia Yan seemed to be doing some scientific discussion, and gave a serious and rigorous answer.

Sick Ye, who didn't care about Natsuhiko's answer, closed his eyes and prepared for his death.

But after waiting for a long time, I found that not only did I not die, but I became more and more energetic, and my body did not stop regenerating.

And the horrible man was still crouching beside him and talking to himself.

"I didn't expect ghosts to have a marquee, does this mean that you don't want to die in your heart?"

"But not necessarily, after all, the previous statement is just other people's conjectures, and it is not necessarily ......completely accurate."

"Why didn't I die?".

Sick Ye interrupted Xia Yan's chatter and asked with some confusion.

As far as he knew, no ghost had ever been able to regenerate his head, and as long as it was a ghost whose head was cut off by the Nichiren knife, he would die.

"Ah, that's what you say!".

Seeing that the other party had discovered the blind spot, Char raised the Rilun knife in his hand with a smile and showed off to him

"My Hinawa knife is different from ordinary people, the blade on the back is no different from an ordinary knife, and it doesn't have the ability to kill evil spirits, just now I used the blade on the back to cut off your head. "

"How's that, isn't it impressive?"

After hearing Xia Yan's answer, the corners of Sick Ye's eyes left tears of emotion.

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