After thinking for a while, Uehara Shinobu pointed to his empty waist and said, "I don't have any weapons on my body. It's not mean how I can survive."

Hearing this, the face of Purgatory Apricot Shoulang became stiff, he thought about it carefully, and found that the facts were just as Uehara's letter said.

After all, Shin Uehara seemed to him to be just a stronger ordinary person.

Once you encounter a ghost, there must be only one result, and that is death.

And like Rock Pillar Singing Islet Xing Ming, the kind of powerhouse who can harden steel with the crumb boss in the Zhumie world, it can be said that once in a hundred years, not everyone has his kind of powerful strength.

Clang.

Kyoto Purgatory put the Sunwheel Sword into the scabbard, and stretched his hand to the original letter: "Hello, my name is Kyoto Purgatory, and I am a member of the ghost killing team."

"Oh," Uehara nodded, "Ghost Squad, are they specializing in killing these cannibals? I've heard of it."

Speaking of this, Uehara seemed to think of something. Pointing to himself: "Do you think I'm suitable for joining your ghost killing team?"

"Join us," Apricot Shou Lang from Purgatory was startled, and when he reacted, he quickly asked, "Why do you want to join us?"

Speaking of this, Apricot Shourou from Purgatory couldn't help but look at Uehara Nobuya, this guy really has too many suspicious points.

You must know that it is the Taisho Year and the government has a ban on knives.

The man in front of him, seeing that he was carrying a sun-wheel knife, not only didn't have any fear, he actually wanted to join him.

"Why are you asking why?" Uehara raised his eyebrows, looking puzzled: "Aren't you allowed to join?"

"No," Apricot Shou Lang Purgatory shook his head, pondered for a while, and replied with a gloomy expression: "Joining a ghost killing team is very dangerous, very dangerous, especially dangerous."

In fact, Apricot Shourou of Purgatory wanted to say that he would ask if he could join the ghost killing team when he met.

And this guy actually asked so casually, as if the ghost killing team was a bad street, and they could join and quit organizations casually.

As Yan Zhu, he is a proud person who joins the ghost killing team to eliminate harm to mankind, you bastard.

And, besides, there must be some ulterior secret about this guy joining the ghost killing team.

After pondering for a while, Purgatory Kyo Shouro asked: "What is the reason for you to want to join the ghost killing team?"

Uehara's letter frowned: "I want to know what Gui Wu is so miserable. I think since your ghost killing team is a ghost killing organization, then you should have a source of information about Gui Wu's misery."

Hearing this, Purgatory Xing Shou Lang looked surprised and said: "You have hatred with him?"

"Yes," Uehara nodded. After all, his goal is Ghost Dance.

Originally he had no hatred, but Ghost Wu had no miserable ghosts and wanted to eat him, so he had hatred.

"That's how it is," Purgatory Kyōzuro didn't ask, what hatred Uehara Shinobi and Oni Wu had in the end.

Because in his opinion, hatred and the like are too easy to guess.

It's nothing more than Uehara's relatives or friends who were transformed into ghosts or eaten by Ghost Dance, this kind of hatred.

Most of the members of the ghost killing team also joined the ghost killing team because of friends, relatives, brothers, being killed by ghosts, or killing the door.

Although he agrees with Uehara's joining the ghost killing team, he still has to ask about things that should be asked.

After thinking about it for a while, Purgatory Kyoko asked: "How old are you this year?"

"Forty-three, why is there any problem?" Uehara raised his eyebrows and said.

"Hey! Forty-three, it's so big," Purgatory Kyoko looked at Uehara's young face curiously.

Although Uehara's chin has a lot of stubble, his face doesn't look like a middle-aged man in his forties.

Forty-three is not only a problem, but also a big problem.

In Purgatory Kyoko, Uehara's age is the biggest problem. He is too old to be suitable for practicing breathing.

What's more, the location of the ghost killing team's resident is he can't reveal it anyway.

Once the ghost knows about it, not only will Yoshiya Shiki die as the main birthing house, but all the members of the ghost killing team will die.

"By the way, your ghost killing team should be paid."

"Salary, ah~ yes," Apricot Shourou subconsciously nodded and replied.

"That's it," Uehara nodded with satisfaction.

Purgatory Apricot Shou Lang: "Hey, don't talk to yourself, talk as if you have joined."

Speaking of this, Apricot Shou Lang of Purgatory couldn't help sighing, "Really."

"Oh yes," Uehara nodded slightly, and then asked eagerly: "Then can I join?"

"No," Kyoju Purgatory crossed his hands and compared to an ×.

Uehara letter: "······"

Now that I was rejected, I can only find another way.

Huh... Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Dong Long··· Dong Long··· Dong Long···

At this moment, a series of gasps and footsteps came from a distance, which caught the attention of the two.

From far away you can see the dust flying in the distance.

It seems that there are not a few people here.

"Xin Sang."

Yamada Haruhiko saw the figure Uehara had received, and ran over with a wave of his hands from afar.

"Yo~"

Upon seeing this, Uehara Nobuya waved his hand, responding to Haruhiko Yamada.

"Hucha... Hucha..."

Perhaps because of being too tired, after Yamada Haruhiko ran to Uehara Shin, the clothes on his chest were already soaked with sweat.

"It's great that you are still alive."

"I'm leaving," Uehara looked down at Haruhiko Yamada slightly.

Yamada Haruhiko was stunned: "Ah~Is it so fast?"

"Don't stay for a few more days?"

"No," Uehara shook his head: "There is no permanent banquet in the world. Take care."

"I see, take care."

It is rare to meet a friend who can talk so well, and Haruhiko Yamada suddenly feels a little bit reluctant.

However, he also understands that the facts, as Uehara Shinobi said, will be separated sooner or later.

Uehara has his own life, and so does he.

"Let's go, the yellow-haired kid," Uehara said, looking at the purgatory Kyōjuro on the side.

"Boy?" Purgatory Xing Shou Lang was stunned, and pointed to himself: "Are you talking about me again?"

"A problem?" Uehara raised his eyebrows.

Apricot Shou Lang of Purgatory had one hand on his hips, and pointed at himself with his thumb with the other hand: "Hey, I'm the eldest son of the purgatory family. I am nineteen years old and an adult."

"By the way, it's no longer a matter of my age anymore, but why do you want to go with me?"

Shin Uehara looked at Purgatory Kyōshouro with interest, and replied: "Didn't I just tell you, I want to find Ghost Dance, it's no misfortune, and you have information channels, so of course I have to go with you."

Purgatory Kyōzuro frowned helplessly. What he was most bad at was dealing with rascals like Uehara Shinobu.

"It looks like you are following me?"

"You can also say the same," Uehara said while feeling his chin and pondering for a while: "It's no misfortune to find Ghost Dance. I'll leave."

Since he is not allowed to join the ghost killing team, Uehara can only use this stupid method.

In fact, Shin Uehara didn't want to use this kind of rascal method, but who would let him have no sources of information.

After all, he didn't want to stay in this world for fifty years.

Although fifty years is not a big deal to him, after all, he already has the physique of the Datongmu clan, and there is no limit to his life span.

However, his wife could not wait that long.

As the sun rises.

The morning sun shone on several people.

Looking at the sky, Purgatory Apricot Shou Lang remembered that he still had a task of killing ghosts.

Since this guy insists on following himself, let him follow as long as he can catch up.

If he can't catch up, he will probably retreat as well.

Wanting to understand this, the corner of his mouth turned slightly, and he smiled and looked at the original letter: "Since you want to follow, then follow, but if you can't catch up with me, don't blame me for not waiting for you."

After that, the Purgatory Kyo Shou Lang turned around, squatting and charging forward.

In less than a few seconds, Haruhiko Yamada could no longer see the back of Purgatory Kyrgyzstan.

"That guy, you run so fast," said Haruhiko Yamada, who built an awning for himself with his hands, and said as he looked at the direction in which Kyōzuro Purgatory had disappeared.

When he turned his head and wanted to save Uehara Nobuya, he could no longer see Uehara Nobu.

"Hey, people were still here just now, where did they go?"

······

Among the dense trees.

The sun shines through the leaves and shines on the mist that has not yet dissipated in the early morning.

In the forest, there were small beams of light with dots of light.

On the path in the forest, a fiery red figure was running at extreme speed.

At the same time, not far behind the fiery red figure.

A black figure was walking and jumping across the big trees, constantly chasing the fiery red figure in front of it.

Along the way, the two of you chased me.

Ran for a while.

Not long.

Purgatory Apricot Shou Lang leaned against a tree stump, looked at the empty forest trail behind him, and exhaled: "Huh~ After running for so long, that guy shouldn't catch up."

"How did you stop?"

The sound from the treetop attracted the attention of Purgatory Kyōjuro. Following the sound, he found Uehara Shinobu standing relaxedly on the treetop.

What surprised him even more was that there was not a drop of sweat on Uehara's face.

"When were you there?" Purgatory Kyojuro asked curiously.

"When?" Uehara touched his chin subconsciously, pondered for a while, and replied, "Just when you were talking."

"Speak," Apricot Shourou Purgatory frowned, it seems that this guy is not an ordinary person.

At the very least, it's not as simple as it seems.

It is not impossible to catch up with him as a ghost killing team, Zhu, but his breathing method and running speed are definitely not what ordinary people can catch up.

That being the case, try to see if you can catch up with me who is running at full strength.

Tear~~~whoo~

A long, rhythmic breathing sounded from the purgatory apricot Shou Lang.

Next second.

Bang~

The ground of the trail was instantly cracked under the power of Purgatory Kyo Shourou.

I saw Kyoju from Purgatory, like a fire, disappearing in front of Uehara Shinobu in an instant.

The speed is twice as fast as before.

Looking at the purgatory longevity who suddenly disappeared, Uehara couldn't help but smile: "This kid, it's kind of interesting."

Although he said so, the speed of Purgatory Kyōshourou was already comparable to Kaminoba's Shangnin, and even faster than Shangnin.

If the four generations of Fengying Luosha had no magnetic escape, perhaps in the competition of physical skills and sword skills, it is estimated that they would not be the opponent of Purgatory Kyrgyzstan.

The voice just fell.

Shin Uehara's figure quietly appeared not far from Purgatory Kyrgyzstan.

As time goes by.

The sun sets from the west.

In a blink of an eye.

Night fell.

Bright moonlight shone on the mountain path.

Just one day.

Purgatory Xing Shou Lang ran hundreds of miles away.

If it weren't for Uehara Shinobu watching from time to time behind Purgatory Kyōjuro.

He didn't believe that Apricot Shou Lang from Purgatory only relied on the breathing method to run into this uninhabited mountain step by step without Chakra.

However, Shin Uehara thought carefully, after all, this world has also appeared, following Guoyuanyi, a terrifying powerhouse with a thousand knives per second.

So, it is not surprising that people like Purgatory Kyōshouro who developed the breathing method to a certain extent and whose physical fitness exceeds the limit of human beings.

What's more, Apricot Shouro of Purgatory is not the strongest in the ghost killing team.

After using the breathing method for a whole day, the purgatory Kyojuro, who lost a lot of physical strength, still had some physical strength at this moment.

However, when he thought that ogres would appear at night, he stopped wanting to continue running with breathing method.

After all, he also needs to reserve some physical strength to kill ghosts.

After thinking about it, Apricot Shourou Purgatory slowly slowed down and stopped on a rock protruding from the ground by the side of the road.

"Huh~"

After wiping the sweat from his forehead, Apricot Shourou Purgatory carefully observed the surroundings and found that no letter Uehara appeared.

Seeing this, he let out a sigh of relief: "It's been such a long time, that guy, surely he won't be able to catch up."

However, for some reason, he faintly felt that Uehara was here nearby.

It's just that he didn't find Uehara Shinobu.

"Is it an illusion?"

Looking at the bright moonlight, Apricot Juro of Purgatory had no idea of ​​appreciating the scenery, but subconsciously uttered something like self-doubt.

"No."

A voice with the characteristic magnetism of a mature man drifted leisurely behind Purgatory Apricot Shou Lang.

"Oh, it's not," Purgatory Apricot Shourou smiled and waved his hand subconsciously, "I'll just say it, I have never felt wrong."

The voice just fell.

"After running for so long, you should be hungry. This is a chicken leg. I just roasted it easily. The taste is not bad. Try it."

This voice once again sounded from behind the purgatory Kyung Shou Lang.

Accompanied by the sound, a hand holding a chicken leg stretched out from the shoulder of Purgatory Kyōshouro.

Purgatory Apricot Shoulang subconsciously took the hand behind him, handed him the chicken drumstick, and ate it in his mouth: "Well, thank you, it's delicious, I happen to be hungry too."

Wait, chicken drumsticks, this barren mountain, where did the chicken drumsticks come from, the delicious and tender chicken taste, but they can't deceive people.

The reactionary apricot Shou Lang from Purgatory came, glanced at the chicken leg in his hand, hurriedly swallowed the chicken in his mouth, and looked back at the person who handed him the chicken leg.