Synopsis: I have a hero simulator!

Wu Mi’s younger sister shows up, and the style debuts!

at the same time.

In an ancient luxurious building somewhere, there are rooms full of books of all kinds.

“That sword seems to have restraint against ghosts?”

Wearing a kimono, the fair-skinned, beautiful woman with her hair coiled behind her head suddenly said such a sentence in the empty study.

“Although killing ghosts unilaterally by relying on physical fitness, it is not uncommon for humans with superb swordsmanship to kill ghosts. However, how did that black youth with two swords in his hand manage to do so in the dark night, against the sun’s sword?” Kill the ghost, no, cut off the connection between the spirit of that ghost and me?”

The woman’s voice reveals indifference. Her pale red eyes and cat-like vertical pupils are slightly narrowed, giving people a strange beauty that is both beautiful and dangerous.

Some kind of fatality that makes people want to get close but is timid to reveal it.

Ghost dances without misfortune.

If Shen Yuan saw her here, he would definitely recognize this guy’s identity at a glance, he is the ultimate leader of Ghost Slayer World!

However, she seemed to see Shen Yuan through the eyes of the two ghosts who were beheaded by Shen Yuan, and had a slight interest in him.

“Interesting guy.”

next moment.

“Miss, I made black tea for you.” The figure of the servant appeared behind the woman in kimono.

“Well, let it go.” The woman in the kimono said without looking back.

Ghost dance Tsuji no misery is now fakeThe appearance of a human lady can be said to be very beautiful, with fair and tender skin, and a slender and tall figure. Even wearing a loose kimono, one can see the uneven curves.

However, she has only one purpose for immersing herself in the bookshelf, and that is to find the blue Bianhua, so that ghosts will no longer be afraid of sunlight, overcome this only weakness, and become a perfect life form.

“Yes, miss.” The servant girl hesitated to speak, but quickly put down the black tea and left.

After she left, the woman in the kimono turned around and looked at the tea on the table.

But her thoughts were not on this.

“Although that black young man is not a threat, the sword is very interesting. It can actually cut off the connection between me and my subordinates. If I leave it alone, it may cause trouble in the future.”

On the lips, the ghost dance is innocent, but on the expression, he doesn’t care too much.

“However, it seems to be Tongmo’s territory there, so let that guy deal with it.” Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou seemed to be talking to himself.

But wait until the voice falls.

She used the ability to control the ghosts of her subordinates to pass the order to the ear of Tong Mo, the second on the patrol.

“Yes…Master Wu Mi…”

Tong Mo’s inner voice was conveyed in some way, and then he focused on a black youth who was killing ghosts near his territory.

The moon is shining brightly, and the night is not over yet.

However, Shen Yuan, who was targeted by Tong Mo, is still on the road to becoming stronger and upgrading.

…

“It’s outrageous. After being beheaded and cut off the spirit, he can still live? This ghost’s cells must have mutated.”

Shen Yuan put away his two swords, he can be 100% sure that the ‘ghost’ in front of him is dead.

But it is spiritual death.

The body is still in a half-dead state, like a zombie that has lost its instincts.

Of course, without the influence of the cranial nerves, it can’t move either.

“The vitality is so strong, I want to become a ghost… But after becoming a ghost, I’m afraid I will be controlled by Ghost Mai Tsuji, so forget it.”

After finishing speaking, Shen Yuan cut a wooden stake, nailed the ghost’s body to it, and placed it in the open space. After dawn, it would be wiped out.

Just as Shen Yuan finished all this, Zhun stood up.

He seemed to sense the presence of other people nearby.

It’s just that it’s different from observing yourself from a distance before, but now it’s much closer.

“Are you here again? It seems that tonight is really a bumper harvest…”

Shen Yuan rested his hands on the hilt of his sword, and stared straight at the direction of the forest, condescendingly looking down at the depths of the darkness: “Don’t waste my time in the wild, I’m rushing to harvest the next head.”

“Ahh~ I seem to be treated as a ghost.”

With a cheerful voice, a woman about seventeen years old came from the depths of the forest, staring at Shen Yuan curiously.

“Who are you?”

Shen Yuan was startled. With the light of the moon falling, he gradually saw clearly the female figure appearing in the dark night.

“Of course it’s human.”

The woman who spoke like this had black and purple pupils, was wearing a butterfly feather weave, and was wearing a purple-red-edged butterfly clip. She looked at Shen Yuan with a smile and surprise on her face, and that she had lost her soul even though she was clearly not dead on the ground. Motionless ghost.

She couldn’t help covering her mouth and said in surprise: “You are so powerful. You are obviously not a swordsman of the Ghost Killing Team, but you have such superb swordsmanship, and you can easily subdue ghosts. The most important thing is that you don’t seem to have a sun wheel!” Knife, how did it become like this?”

“Ghost Killing Squad? You are…”

Can the butterfly bear it?

Shen Yuan seemed to have an impression of the girl in front of him.

But the other party’s next sentence stunned him.

“Demon Killing Squad, Hanae Butterfly, Flower Column.”

The woman had a smile on her face, her voice was like the warm sun in spring, and she was gentle everywhere.

Something is wrong.

Isn’t Butterfly Kanae dead?

Shen Yuan frowned, wondering whether his memory had made a mistake, or he had watched a fake Demon Slayer: Blade.

But soon he reacted.

Now that the timeline has not been determined, it is difficult to summarize what era I am in.

Seeing Shen Yuan’s silence, Butterfly Kanae then asked curiously: “Are you a samurai? It’s really rare to see such a powerful samurai in this era. Looking at you, it seems that you have gone through a lot of fierce battles. …”

Butterfly Chana Hui looked at the black youth who was about the same age as her in front of her.

The mask on the opponent’s face was deeply disturbing. The two swords held in his hands, especially the blood-red sharp blade, exuded a frightening aura, and there were bursts of faint red light on them. It looks like a mortal weapon.

Could it be the Demon Sword?

Butterfly Chanae became even more curious about this.

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