Bleach: Stir Up the Situation

"Vice-Captain Butterfly Mound!"

"What's the matter? Or is it Jianba who is here again?" In the office of the deputy captain of the first team, Hong Jiang looked at the team members who came in like a frightened bird.

In the past few days, he has been buried by piles of official affairs again. I really don't understand how he dealt with so many strange documents when there was only Quebu alone.

And Katsuya Shiki Kenpachi was also the one who added to the chaos. Seven days ago, when Hong Jiang rejected Mojo Soya's invitation, Katsuya Shiki behaved quite freely. As a result, since three days ago, Hongjiang has been harassed by the other party every day. To be honest, he is a little scared. If that brother is cornered, it will be a good thing to take him directly there.

"That's not true. It's Vice Captain Sparrow asking if you want to drink tea together? By the way, Captain Yamamoto is also here. Today they drink the black tea that Vice Captain Sparrow just cultivated."

"Don't drink! Didn't you see that I'm busy!" Hong Jiang patted the document in front of him, and said angrily: "Also, if Kenpachi Tsuruiyashiki comes to look for me, just say I'm not here!"

How can these two old men be so idle! Is there something wrong with the way I handle things? Hong Jiang couldn't figure it out, why was his promotion a bit weird? Didn't the deputy captain have a lot of free time reading comics in the previous life?

When Hong Jiang was thinking about his life in front of a pile of documents, Kenpachi Tokiyashiki, whom he was thinking of, was far in front of the cell of Soya Jojo, the palace of guilt.

The main purpose of Takuyashiki was not at all to take him to see Soya Mojojo. As for the many visits in the past three days, it was only because he felt that there was no way to save Kozo Mojojo.

I thought about joining half of the captains to apply to Room 46 to change the sentence against Kozo Mojo, but I didn't expect that there were not many captains who were willing to participate in this matter. For a week, he didn't change anything.

"Sorry, I couldn't save Kozo."

"Why bother, I didn't ask you to save him." Mo Chengshuang also said calmly, as if the person named Xing San had nothing to do with him, and laughed at himself: "It's the little guy named Diezuka Hongjiang, Why don't you come to see me because there's no point in looking at losers?"

"I told Shuang Ye, your situation has nothing to do with him! No one can make mistakes willfully, and take it for granted that they should be forgiven!"

Tsuniyashiki was a little annoyed, he didn't understand why Mojo City was at this time, and he didn't care about his family, and still entangled with Diezuka Honge.

Want to see who ruined his plan because of his arrogance?

Or are you simply interested in Diezuka Hongjiang?

He didn't understand, and he didn't want to understand, no matter what the reason, such an idea seemed too arrogant and cold.

"Seeing you like this, is there anything else you want to teach me?"

Although Toruyashiki looks like a vicious person, he is actually an extremely humble and easy-going person. There are not many people who can force him to preach. Mojojou smiled, as if quite proud of himself.

"What's the point of preaching to you now?" Toruyashiki sighed, "I'll look for that kid again, and I'll let you see him before the execution tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, Kenpachi turned around and left. It seemed that he was going to 'negotiate' with Hongjiang again. Mojo smiled when he saw this, and waited for the figure of Tsurugashiki to disappear from sight, and slowly uttered a sentence: "Tomorrow ? I’m afraid I won’t be able to see you tomorrow~”

...

At night, there is no sound in the already quiet Palace of Confessions. There is no moon tonight, and the Bipolar Hill outside the window looks like a huge black dog crouching, waiting for food.

Mole Chengshuang also turned his eyes away from the imaginative scenery outside the window, turned around and walked to the door, bent his index finger, and knocked rhythmically on the door.

Boom, boom, boom... Mocheng seems to regard the Shimen in front of him as some musical instrument,

He repeated what he didn't know the so-called performance without getting tired of it.

This kind of movement is not common in the confession palace, so soon, the jailer in white was attracted, and today's Mo Chengshuang was also a little abnormal.

"Be quiet! Otherwise, I will seal your mouth!" the jailer yelled viciously.

"Is there just one here? It came faster than I expected." Mocheng said, stopped his not-so-skillful performance, looked at the jailer outside the door, and put his index finger on his mouth to make a restraint. With Yan's gestures, he said with a smile, "It will be quiet, but you have to stay with me!"

The originally loose clothes suddenly tightened, and the jailer sensed something was wrong and just wanted to make a sound, but found that he could no longer do it, as if a pair of invisible hands suddenly took off the white cloth on his face and twisted it into strands, twisting it instantly caught his neck.

He couldn't reach out and grab the life-threatening rope around his neck. The clothes on his body were like a torture rack, which made him unable to control his body at all, and he couldn't even fall down.

uh~ uh...

The sound not much louder than a mosquito lasted for a short time before disappearing completely. This sound was so insignificant even in the quiet Palace of Confession, but it was the last cry for help from a life, but no one heard it.

"Didn't you bring the key? Then I have to trouble you to go again." Mo Chengshuang also said softly, and the twisted rope around the jailer's neck outside the door was restored into a white cloth and returned to its original position, without a single wrinkle on it.

Immediately afterwards, the jailer, who was already a corpse, started to move on his own, just like when he was alive, and disappeared step by step from Mocheng's sight.

Not long after, the jailer took the key and came to the front of the four deep prison again. With a "click", the prison door, which was supposed to be closed until noon tomorrow, was opened in advance.

Immediately afterwards, the jailer changed the key, and also unlocked the ghost instruments on Mocheng Shuangye's neck and wrists that restricted the movement of spiritual power, and then his body softened, and he fell at Mocheng's feet.

Dots of white light gushed out from the jailer's body, and finally merged into a Zanpakutana, about three feet long, with a square guard, a purple handle wrapped around the hilt, and a diamond-shaped eye that was gray-white.

Anyone who has watched the sleepy punishment experienced by Mocheng's family a hundred years ago will be surprised to find that this is the Zanpakudao that Mocheng Shuangya had awakened at that time. The Zanpakuto I don't know where to put!

It's a pity that there is no such person here, so I can't tell the poor jailers in the Confession Palace. In fact, Mo Chengshuang also has a title - Kama Itachi. Maybe there was no sickle before, but Kama Itachi has already picked it up now. With the weapon in his hand, it was time for the performance, a life-harvesting performance that was destined to be a tragedy.

The night is dark and windy, it's time to kill someone! The jailers in the Confession Palace are not powerful people. Their greatest advantage is their absolute loyalty to the Seiling Court or the Central Forty-six Chambers, but this loyalty is useless at this moment!

Without a sound, they were completely killed by Mo Chengshuang who escaped from the trap, let alone resisting, except for the sound of blood flowing, they couldn't make any movement.