The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

"Ichi...Maru Gin..."

Captain Aizen Sosuke of the fifth division had a complex dark complexion on his face, as if he was feeling unbearable regret and anger for his carelessness.

Whether Ichimaru Gin chose the time to take action or used Chen Qingcheng to divert his attention, it all looked like a huge conspiracy that had been prepared long ago.

Aizen opened his lips and squirmed slightly as if he wanted to say something, but unfortunately he couldn't do it anymore. He could only open his eyes unwillingly, staggered backwards and fell heavily to the ground.

thump......

The captain of the fifth division, Sosuke Aizen, was killed in the fifth division's building by the captain of the third division, Gin Ichimaru, using a sneak attack in one move.

This man with an elegant temperament fell to the ground with a dull look in his eyes. More than 90% of his chest and a large area of ​​his organs, including bones, flesh and blood, were dissolved and hollowed out by the force. His death was extremely miserable.

Gululu...

There was a trace of warm blood spattered on the faces of the two people next to them. Whether it was the sticky touch or the smell of blood that echoed in their noses, it was undoubtedly telling them clearly that everything that happened in front of them was beyond words.

It is a real fact!

The captain of the fifth division is really dead!

And the person who killed him was actually the captain of the Gotei 13, the captain they first met, the third captain Gin Ichimaru!

Oops!

Barton and Constantine's faces were pale, they knew they were in trouble!

In this situation, even a fool knows that since the other party dares to kill a captain-level god of death in front of them, they must be ready to eradicate the root cause.

As for the two of them who were the only witnesses to the accident during the trip, their fate would not be much better. They would definitely be killed by Gin Ichimaru.

Farke!

Barton cursed secretly in his heart. He was so unlucky that they could encounter such a thing. His luck was worse than Fury winning the lottery!

This...is this death?

Constantine's eyes were a little dazed, as if he couldn't accept this fact, but after seeing Aizen's death, he had to force himself to accept it.

Maybe... his intuition was wrong.

This humble and elegant captain was not, as he had guessed, a liar who was good at hiding and disguising himself. He also had no conspiracy against them. He was really just a relatively simple and kind-hearted captain who treated others gently.

No matter what the truth is...

Aizen Sosuke is dead, and Constantine can almost conclude that this is definitely not a fake death, but a real and complete death.

The smell of blood in the air, the salty smell splashing into your mouth, the warm blood falling on your skin, and the tragic corpse in front of you all confirmed this without a doubt!

"Oh no, we've all fallen into the trap!"

"All this is his trap, and we have become his accomplices!"

Constantine felt a chill in his heart, and with his quick thinking, he immediately realized that this was a trap.

The person who set this trap is the murderer who killed Aizen in front of him, the captain of the third division - Ichimaru Gin!

This man, who was as cold as a poisonous snake, used the commotion they caused to mobilize all the Shinigami in the fifth division, and then seized this opportunity to appear, disturb Aizen's state of mind through words, and finally killed him with a sneak attack.

Bang bang bang...

Ichimaru Gin listened quietly, then applauded and said with a smile: "It seems that you are not that stupid, but now you realize that it is too late, you two Mr. Travelers."

It's indeed too late.

From the moment they saw Aizen being killed, their next fate had been decided. Now the big problem they had to face was how to escape from Ichimaru Gin.

Barton and Constantine looked at each other, feeling indescribable bitterness in their hearts. One had tricked the other once, and they could be considered as brothers.

"Now...it's your turn."

Ichimaru Gin's cheeks were stained with a little blood, and the corners of his lips raised a familiar arc. His expression was obviously smiling, but there was an indescribable coldness that made people feel extremely heart palpitated.

Hurry... think of a way!

It must be possible, think of it quickly!

Cold sweat broke out on Constantine's forehead, and a storm suddenly arose in his mind. He analyzed all possible best ways to escape and tried to find the one with the highest success rate.

Barton's breathing became rapid, veins popped out on his temples, and his eyes kept wandering around, trying to find an escape direction.

"I'll give you ten seconds~"

Ichimaru Gin's slow tone was like a death knell, pressing on the two people's nerves at all times.

This man is a treacherous and cunning devil, admiring these human beings who are in desperate situations and are still struggling for hope.

They were like prey bitten by a poisonous snake, watching helplessly as they were tightened, suffocated bit by bit, and died slowly in despair and pain.

Just rush out?

No...absolutely not!

Given the speed of the captain-level Shinigami, their heads might have already hit the ground before they even stepped out of this room.

unless......

Use one person to stay as bait and let the other person wait for an opportunity to escape. This may buy you a little time!

But in this case, anyone who chooses to stay as bait will definitely die.

There is no other way...

Constantine's eyes froze. Among all the methods he could think of, this was the only one, and it was the most feasible one!

And even if this is the case, the success rate will not exceed 30%, which can basically be said to be very slim, but they have no choice.

"Time's up~"

Ten seconds passed quickly. Ichimaru Gin held the short sword, walked towards the nervous two people with a smile, and said calmly: "Have you figured out how to escape?"

"certainly!"

Constantine roared low, and his spiritual power exploded in the soles of his feet. Like a bolt of lightning, Constantine dropped Barton and turned his head to hit the wall next to him.

Bang--

The walls collapsed.

Constantine took a quick step and ran away into the night without any hesitation.

Farke, I was sold?!

When Barton saw this scene, he was stunned on the spot for a few seconds, as if he didn't expect that Constantine would abandon him so decisively.

"Haha ~ a very decisive choice."

Ichimaru Gin smiled slightly, but then a cold light surged in his eyes: "Abandon your companions to attract me, and choose to escape as soon as possible. This method is indeed good, but unfortunately it is useless for me."

Constantine, who had just escaped less than a hundred meters away, suddenly felt the sound of strong wind coming from behind into his ears.

When he looked back hastily, he saw a cold silver sword light gradually occupying his eyes.

Tsk-!!!

A pupil full of astonishment, a head with messy blond hair, was thrown high into the air at the moment when the silver sword light passed by.

"The first one."

Under the night, the cold sound, accompanied by the white feather fabric, danced in the breeze.

Taking advantage of the dim moonlight shining from the sky, a thin and well-proportioned figure floated to the ground. The tousled silver hair undulated slightly, revealing a cold smile on the corners of his lips.

Constantine's headless body fell from mid-air like a kite with its string broken, and hit the ground heavily.

"Well...it's your turn."

Ichimaru Gin sheathed his sword and turned to look at the people in the room.

However, at this glance, his expression became a little subtle, and his squinted eyes opened slightly, revealing a look of astonishment.

The person in the house...has disappeared!

Where the man was, there was a dummy that looked like a straw bundle.

On the face of the straw dummy, a trace of bright red blood outlines a strange smile that is almost mocking.

The spiritual pressure he felt came from this straw dummy.