Variety Comic: My plug-in is myself

"Hey, hey, is it really okay to give up resistance so easily? Isn’t your greatest wish just to live?"

Xia Yan comforted with a gentle tone, trying to awaken the latent desire for survival in the sick leaf.

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

It was like plucking the thorns from the caterpillars or using a magnifying glass to roast them. Like a naughty child of ants, he kept dismembering the diseased leaves to observe the difference between the lower string ghosts and ordinary ghosts. At the same time, he took the opportunity to collect a lot of the blood of the lower string ghosts.

When the time comes, he will give it to Zhu Shi. Maybe it can increase the favorability level.

As for the blood collection tools, they were kindly sponsored by Naruto Natsuhiko. At the same time, I also asked for a few samples as observation samples, and even sent one with arms, legs, internal organs and so on.

Although the world Different, but maybe we can draw parallels.

Because this time when Xia Yan dismembered the diseased leaves, he did not use the front Nichirin sword blade, but the back blade that did not use Orangutan Crimson Sand Iron or Orangutan Crimson Ore, so he was chopped off The part of the body has not disappeared.

Instead, Xia Yan has put it aside neatly like an obsessive-compulsive disorder.

But at this time, the disease has already been decided. No matter what Xia Yan says, he will no longer believe it, and he will never believe it again. He didn't give any response.

He looked like he wanted to die. Naturally, he didn't notice Xia Yan's actions.

"No, do you really don’t want to live?……"

The diseased leaves still didn't respond, and the empty eyes like salted fish reminded Xia Yan of a famous English dish.

Xia Yan wanted to find someone to give him the ultimate insult to see if he was still so stubborn.

It's a pity that he couldn't find such a candidate, so that the sick leaves could escape.

Otherwise, after the sick leaf reaches hell, his sentence may be reduced by a few months.

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

Xia Yan sighed softly, made a helpless look, and raised the Sun Lun Knife in his hand.

A look of relief also flashed in Bing Ye's eyes.

Perhaps becoming a ghost is the biggest mistake I have made in my life......

Swish -

Under the moonlight, a dazzling cold light flickered.

Sick Ye's head soared into the air, then fell heavily to the ground, rolling sideways.

In a daze, he seemed to have returned to the time before he became a ghost..

He is an orphan adopted by a ninja family. Every day is endless training and assassination...

The meaning of existence is to turn oneself into a weapon without emotions, and everything can be abandoned in order to complete the mission.

For ninjas, missions It's everything, even if he pays his own life for it.

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

The price was that the ninja family suffered heavy losses. In the end, the patriarch committed seppuku alone without interfering with the wrong person to express his will. In exchange for the forgiveness of his employer.

From then on, surviving has become his obsession.

Because he committed an irreparable mistake, he did not dare to return to the ninja clan, and he did not have the means to make a living, so he had to He barely made a living as a thief.

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

"Master Yuzhuan...I'm sorry……"

"Who is Lord Yujuan?"

Hearing the muttering from the sick leaf's head, Xia Yan approached and asked with a smile.

"My former head of the family... I just saw him... I want to apologize to him."

Perhaps it's because the ghost's dying words are kind. This time, Bing Ye did not pretend to be dead. Instead, he answered Xia Yan's question.

"Ah, that's a revolving lantern. According to one theory, the reason why people see revolving lanterns before they die is because they are looking for ways to avoid the impending death based on their experiences and memories so far."

"However, I have never experienced it, and I probably won’t have the opportunity to experience it in the future, so I don’t quite understand it."

Xia Yan answered seriously and rigorously as if he was doing some scientific discussion.

Bingye, who didn't care about Xia Yan's answer, closed his eyes and prepared to welcome his own death.

But after waiting for a long time, he found that not only did he not Even after death, he became more and more energetic, and his body did not stop regenerating.

But the terrifying man was still squatting next to him talking to himself.

"I didn’t expect ghosts to have revolving doors. Does this mean that you don’t actually want to die in your heart?"

"But it’s not necessarily true. After all, the previous statement was just the conjecture of others and may not be completely accurate.……"

"Why didn't I die?"

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

As far as he knew, no ghost could ever regenerate his head. As long as the ghost had his head chopped off by the Nichirin Sword, he would die.

"Ah, you said this!"

Seeing that the other party had discovered the blind spot sharply, Xia Ya raised the Sun Blade in his hand with a smile and showed off to him:

"My Nichirin sword is different from ordinary people's. The blade on the back is no different from an ordinary sword. It has no ability to kill evil spirits. I just used the blade on the back to chop off your head."

"How about it? Are you very touched?"

After hearing Xia Yan's answer, sick leaves shed tears of emotion at the corners of their eyes.

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