Grim Reaper: Studying Medicine Can't Save the World of Souls

In the end, Shabuchi's pupils seemed to gradually lose all light, and his palms slipped from Yamada Hanataro's collar weakly, repeating a sentence in despair.

And the expressions of the gods of death who are closest to each other also exude an incomparably rich sadness...

Makoto Senshou is undoubtedly a hero in the soul world!

He risked his life to maintain the Swastika to block the huge number of virtual groups, until the reinforcements from the Soul Realm arrived, and then he fell down with confidence.

He sheltered the expeditionary army with his body, interpreted the responsibility of the god of death with his body, and even protected the safety of the soul world with his body.

"He is the most gentle man, he is the kindest doctor, he is the most reliable god of death..."

"The name of Makoto Senshou will be recorded forever in the accounts of the Kuchiki family's friends, it will also be forever engraved in the team history of the Goutei [-]th Division, and it will also remain forever in the traces of the Soul World ..."

"I will never forget the name of Thousand Hands, I will never forget Cheng's will, and I will always pay tribute to the name of Thousand Hands..."

Kuchiki Byakuya sang softly with the rhythm of some kind of aristocratic poetry, as if he was praising his best friend, and also seemed to be expressing his respect to Senju Makoto.

Immediately, led by the captains, it seemed like a wave swept through the entire camp of the expeditionary army from the inside out, and all the gods of death slowly bowed towards Qian Shoucheng...

This man... crossed the limit of the fan team, and made the Shinigami present pay the highest respect to Makoto Senshou without hesitation.

The only exception is Aizen Soyousuke, who has always been synonymous with "gentle and steady" in the minds of death gods.

Only Aizen Soyousuke still stood there blankly, looking extremely abrupt in the waves of bowing and bowing.

It was not until this time that many death gods noticed that Captain Aizen, who had always been gentle and honest, had an unusually distorted and ferocious expression at this moment.

"I do not believe!"

"I can't believe this kind of thing..."

"He is Qian Shoucheng, not an ant that can be easily crushed to death by the side of the road..."

Aizen Soyousuke, with a distorted and hideous expression, stepped back step by step, as if he wanted to stay away from the facts in front of him, and murmured in a complex and hysterical tone full of doubts, anger and a touch of fear!

"There is definitely a fact that I overlooked somewhere..."

"Who? Who did it?!"

The next moment, Aizen Soyousuke scratched his face with both hands in a gaffe, the black-framed glasses on his face burst almost instantly, and the whole person disappeared in place in an instant.

But for Aizen Soyousuke's unexpected behavior, the gods of death present did not find it abrupt or offensive.

The sacrifice of Vice-Captain Qianshou, to the death gods who looked up to him and looked up to him, wasn't it a shock that was too painful to accept?

The only thing that is quite surprising is that there is such a deep bond between Captain Aizen and Deputy Captain Qianshou.

However, the situation of deputy captain Qianshou was not only confirmed by the ambulance team, but also a sad fact that many captains had to accept after their own inspections.

Immediately after the Technology Development Bureau opened a more stable black cavity channel, the body of Makoto Senshou, who was regarded as a hero, was also sent back to the Jingling Court as the top priority.

Chapter 334 The Promise Until Hell

Jingling Court.

In front of the opened black cavity passage, the body of Qian Shoucheng was sent out.

As the person in charge of the funeral, Rinka Yamada has long been used to seeing the death and remains of countless gods of death, and even experienced the sacrifice of her husband Seinosuke Yamada as early as fifty years ago.

However, when the man who has been silently taking care of her for more than fifty years and gave her countless conveniences in life and work appeared in front of her in this form, Rinka Yamada couldn't help but feel extremely sad.

Vaguely, Yamada Rinka seemed to see Senju Makoto lying in front of her in a trance, smiling softly, caring about herself...

At this moment, Rinka Yamada felt that the sadness in her heart this time was worse than when Seinosuke Yamada died in the past, and the hands that were about to hand over Makoto Senju's body and place it in the funeral were trembling uncontrollably.

Even, Yamada Rinka even hoped that the man in front of him with a calm and gentle expression would just fall asleep, open his eyes and give him a warm embrace, and tell him that he was still alive with actions.

And just when Rinka Yamada was holding back her grief and preparing to take Makoto Senju's body with tears in her eyes, a figure suddenly stood in front of her.

"U... Captain Unohana?"

Rinka Yamada said in a daze.

However, the side face of Unohana Rinka seen from Yamada Rinka does not have the slightest gentle smile from the past, just like a piece of ice that will not melt for a thousand years.

Even, for Yamada Rinka's greetings, Unokanaretsu didn't respond at all, and hugged Senju Makoto's body as if no one was there.

In addition to the gentleness of that movement, Rinka Yamada felt a little proficient...

Immediately, Uo no Hanalie took Makoto Senju's body and disappeared in front of many gods of death, and then returned to his own courtyard, placing Makoto Senju in the oldest and most beautiful cherry tree in Jinglingting. Down.

Unozhihuali was lost in thought, silently staring at the body of Senshou Makoto.

long time... long time...

Uozhihualie seemed to be in a trance and murmured.

"Cheng, have you forgotten the agreement? Didn't you make an agreement to wait for you to come back?"

As he spoke, Uinokaretsu's palm gently stroked Senshou Makoto's face, his originally cold and calm eyes were unconsciously filled with tears.

"You lied to me, Cheng..."

"Do you know the price of deceiving a teacher? You should be very clear."

"Don't even think about running away, even if you chase him into hell, I will let you fully understand this..."

Uzhihuaretsu spoke slowly, but his hands slowly reached out to pull out the Zanpakuto, and Uzhihuaretsu's eyes full of love were reflected on the blade.

"Cheng, fighting... is really the most wonderful thing in the world..."

"However, what I'm hoping for now is to have a thorough and thorough fight with you that reaches the soul."

"It doesn't matter to hell, I'll find you in no time, Makoto!"

Uzhihuaretsu murmured, the blade of the Zanpakuto slowly lay across the neck.

The next moment, just as Unohana's palm was about to exert force, he suddenly felt something pulling his blade.

Unozhihuali turned his eyes, and what he saw was a few green grasses that seemed to be spreading from green grass, tightly entangled the Zanpakuto blade.

Uzhi Huaretsu's eyes were startled for a moment, and then turned into ecstasy. He turned his head and looked in the direction where the green grass was spreading, which was impressively extending from his living room.

"Sen and Yushu?!"

Immediately, Uzhihualie thought of something, and ran towards the living room in a loss of composure.

And as Uzhihuaretsu rushed into the living room, the green grass wrapped around the Zanpakuto blade in Uzhihuaretsu's hand quickly shrank back to the pot that Uzhihuaretsu had regarded as a treasure for more than fifty years. The flower arrangement work "Forest and Deer Tree".

In Unozhihuali's mind, the words that Makoto Senshou once said subconsciously emerged:

【As long as I have not died, then 'Mori and Yushu' will continue to exist unchanged...】

Unokanaretsu asked cautiously, as if he was afraid of breaking a certain hope. "Cheng, you're still alive... aren't you?"

The green grass on "Forest and Deer Shu" did not answer, but just surrounded and protected the beautiful Maohua in the center as before.

However, at this moment, Uzhi Hualie had already got the answer he wanted, and said with a gentle smile on his face.

"So that's the case, then let's forcefully continue the agreement, Cheng... I, wait for you to come back..."

The last voice, very low, but also very firm...

……

And in the conceptual space that represents "name".

The dark feathers on Qian Shoucheng's body spread more and more unconsciously, making the endless night sky seem darker and darker wherever it passed.

As for "name", Qian Shoucheng's understanding has become more and more profound...

That is the basic thing that constitutes the virtual circle and the soul world, that is, the deeper essence of "spirit".

Names are matter, rules, and power!

The name is also complicated!

The world is constructed by the interweaving of various "names", just like the names of the deadly costumes. In addition to "reiki", there are also "black", "thread" and so on.

And Makoto's "卍解·Vientiane Edict" is the basis for Makoto to have control over the name of "Lingzi".

At the same time, Makoto Senshou also understands that the end point of the evolution of Shinigami and Holo is to break through the limitations of his own name, so that he has the opportunity to directly control the "name" related to his own ability.

In a sense, it is from the pawn itself to become the person who holds the chess...

Just as Qian Shoucheng was constantly controlling the "Lingzi" in the dark, he suddenly sensed another will appearing in the conceptual space of "name".

In the next moment, the "blackness" in the entire endless night sky seemed to be completely tumbling, and a turbulent sound containing shock and anger echoed endlessly in the entire concept space.

"Who?! Secretly stealing the power of 'name'!"

Immediately, Qian Shoucheng, who was standing in the endless night sky, suddenly felt that he was locked by a certain line of sight, and the "blackness" around him actually squeezed towards Qian Shoucheng.

"boom!"

And when Makoto raised his hand, the concept called "Spirit" also exploded in an instant, turning into walls and blocking Makoto's face.

Obviously, in this conceptual space, "black" and "spirit" are just concepts that are ubiquitous...

However, between the two collisions, there was a substantial and terrifying collision.

Makoto Senju, who was covered in dark haori, turned his eyes and looked forward, only to see a bald man with thick eyebrows and a beard appearing, wearing the captain haori that Makoto Senju is very familiar with.

However, behind the bald-headed Captain Haori... what was written was the word "Zero".

Chapter 335 Who Are You?

The head of the army, a soldier!

Makoto's expression froze, and the black feathers on his body fluttered faintly, almost covering Makoto's whole body.

A Bingwei of the Bingzhubu, also known as the "monk with his real name"!

Senju Makoto was able to know the information about the Bingzhubu Yibingwei, or it came from the description of the Zero Division by Uno Hanauri.

Team Zero, also known as royal agents, exists independently of Team Goutei Thirteen. Each of the five members has abilities that ordinary captains cannot match.

Among them, Ichibei, the main soldier of the army, who is also considered to be extremely mysterious in the mouth of Uno Hana Li, is an existence similar to the leader of the Zero Division.

In addition to knowing the appearance of Bingzhubu Ichibei, Uno no Hanayeol only knows that Bingzhubu Ichibei is known as the namer of all things in the world of corpses and souls, and at the same time is the closest existence to guarding the soul king.

However, what Makoto Senshou didn't expect was that... in this space that exists in the form of a concept, Ichibei, the main soldier, would actually notice his existence and show up to launch an attack.

And as Bingzhubu Yibei's figure is fully manifested, the endless blackness of the entire concept space called "name" seems to roll more and more intensely.

The eyes of Ichibei from the Bingzhubu seemed to have turned completely white, staring at Makoto Senshou in the distance.

His white hair was draped around his waist, and his whole body was covered with dark feathers, making it difficult to see his face clearly...

What's more, when Ichihei saw this man, he didn't know the corresponding name in his mind.

For Bingzhubu Yibei, this is undoubtedly beyond the common sense concept identified in the past!

The next moment, the furious voice of a soldier from the main military department resounded endlessly in the entire conceptual space.

"Stealing the power of 'name', offending the domain of the Spirit King, death penalty!!!"

Almost at the moment when the lingering sound of Yibingwei in the main military department faded away, the endless "black" squeezed towards Makoto Senshou again, as if trying to force Makoto Senshou out of this conceptual space. Press out.

"Decree: Everything belongs to me."

Just as Qianshoucheng raised his eyes and opened his mouth, the dark feathers on his body rose like raging black flames, and countless "spirits" in the entire space frantically gathered towards Qianshoucheng, crawling on the ground. Under the will of Senshou Makoto.

"boom!!!"

The two conceptual existences collided together, and there was a loud noise again, and the black flame on Makoto Senshou swayed slightly before stabilizing again.

And Qianshoucheng said.

"So that's how it is. Is the name you control is 'Black'? In this way, what is the essential difference between you and me?"

This scene also made Ichibingei's complexion visibly ugly to the naked eye, and he slowly asked a question that was extremely unfamiliar to him.

"who are you?"

As the nominal namer of all things in the Soul World, in fact, the main soldier, Ichibei, knows all the "names".

In common sense, whether it is the life of Shinigami itself, Zanpakutō's original name, Swastika's real name, or the names of all other things, the Bingzhubu Yibei should know it when he sees it.

Ask for a name? !

This feeling made Bingzhubu Yibei feel unprecedented strangeness, and also unprecedented discomfort and anger, as if it was beyond some things that were completely beyond his control.

"spirit……"