Bang!

At the same time, Ganlu Temple Cherry Bread also rushed over.

She rushed into the doctor's hall a few steps, and then saw Shang Quannai standing at the door of the room, holding a knife.

And Zhu Shi, who was slightly hanging his head on the side.

Shang Quanna held the knife and leaned against the wall, tilted her head and looked at the cherry cakes in Ganlu Temple that she had just arrived:

"It's a friendly army."

"About us."

Ganlu Temple Sakura Biao was about to take out the Taidao and then slowly put the half-pulled Taidao back.

She looked at Zhushi and then looked at Shang Quannai, frowned in a little depressed mood.

Shang Quanna retreated her gaze, looked at Zhu Shi seriously, and asked in a serious tone:

"Okay, let's get back to the topic."

"Why are you...why are you here?"

"I..." A few drops of cold sweat came down Zhu Shi's forehead. She looked at Shang Quannai with some concern, and opened her mouth and couldn't speak for a moment.

At this time, the cherry blossoms in Ganlu Temple on the side saw Zhu Shi’s concerns. She stood next to Shang Quannai and said in a relatively relaxed tone:

"Don't worry, my blood ghost technique can separate Wusan's remote control and common knowledge of your thoughts."

"Don't worry."

"…Thank you very much." Zhu Shi breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this. She bowed slightly to the cherry blossoms in Ganlu Temple, and then answered Shang Quanna's question:

"He asked me to come."

He still seemed to be worried, so Zhu Shi Jiang Wusan refers to "him".

"Because he has arranged for the ghosts around Nagiri Mountain to die recently, I just ordered me to come here..."

As he said that, Zhu Shi raised his head and looked at the monk Izuna, the cherry cake of Ganlu Temple, with his eyes asking for help:

"I think there must be something here, so that that disgusting guy takes it so seriously."

"That's why I rushed in... I'm very sorry."

"...I roughly understand." Shang Quannai listened to Zhu Shi's statement, pressed his hand against his chin and nodded slowly.

"Since you were sent by Wu Jian, do you know where Wu Jian is?"

Shang Quanna pondered for a while and continued to ask Zhushi.

But Zhu Shi's answer was a little beyond his expectations.

Zhu Shi lowered his eyes, shook his head gently, and his voice was a little low: "I'm sorry."

"He will move his position every time."

"After separation from me, he will definitely move his position once."

"I don't know where he is now."

"but…"

Zhu Shi raised his head and looked at Shang Quanna:

"The last time I met him was in Fuya-cho."

"I heard that there seems to be a man named Sonji Shinei there who wants to renovate the Fuya-cho..."

...

Finally, after negotiations between Shang Quanna, Zhushi, the doctor, and the Ganlu Temple, Shang Quanna agreed to let Zhushi stay in the doctor's hall as a way to assist the doctor.

Of course, the prerequisite for Shang Quannai to agree is that Zhu Shi must solve the instinct problem of being a ghost by himself.

...

at the same time.

Fuya-cho.

In a room covered in dark and dark.

Wusan, wearing black small sleeves, was sitting in the corner with disgust.

“…invisible.”

He frowned and kept trying to connect with Zhushi's perspective, but the final result was all - pitch black.

And the last message that was disconnected from Zhushi, Wusan got the picture from Zhushi.

——The rising sun.

"Diet?" Wusang snorted disdainfully. He picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip of the blood-red "tea".

"Silly woman..."

"No wonder I killed my child with my own hands..."

Then, Wusan glanced at the surrounding environment and couldn't help but frown.

At this time, a man who looked quite vulgar was standing respectfully outside Wusang's room, saying something in a compliment.

"Sir... look at my matter..."

The next moment.

Puff!

A ferocious and twisted piece of meat suddenly broke through the door of the room and penetrated directly into the man's chest!

Pick, snap.

The blood flowed down like a stream, instantly dyeing the corridor red.

“…Huh…Why…”

...

at the same time.

A mansion somewhere.

"I'm back."

A male voice with a very plain tone rang out from the entrance, followed by a slow sound of footsteps.

"master."

"grown ups."

"Hello, Lord, Clan!"

Along the way, the attendants who passed by bent down to show their goodwill to the man.

In the courtyard of the mansion.

"Good...good..."

A woman with black hair and a little blue-colored hair at the end was sitting on the yard house platform, holding a baby in her arms.

The woman was wearing a maple leaf-patterned kimono, and she gently shook the baby in her arms, her face full of kind smile.

"Ah...Woo..." The baby was lying in the woman's arms curiously, wrapped in a cloth belt, and stretched out his little hand to try to touch the woman's hand.

"Mother!! Is it my father back?"

The boy wearing small sleeves in the courtyard had a small braid and he held a wooden knife in his hand.

After hearing the sound from the entrance, the boy ran towards his mother excitedly.

"Mother! I heard my father's voice!"

The boy with small braids ran to his mother and looked at the baby in her arms with curiosity, his face full of joy.

He gently teased the baby's little hand with his fingers, and then smiled happily:

"Brother...you should grow up quickly!"

At this time, the man who was in the entrance hall had slowly walked into the courtyard, and he slowly sat down next to the woman.

The man was wearing a purple snake pattern kimono, with a black horse chantera on his lower body, and his long hair tied a high ponytail on the back of his head.

There was an undetectable smile on his face, and there was a samurai sword on his waist.

"Ah! My father!" When the boy saw the man, he was so scared that he quickly picked up the wooden knife beside him. The expression on his face instantly raised his board with force, looking quite funny.

"Go and practice!"

The man looked at the child's somewhat inappropriate appearance and verbally scolded him.

"Yes...yes! My father!"

Then, the man looked at the woman beside him and the child in the arms of the woman.
To be continued...