The Reincarnator Fails Miserably

She has also lived for a long time, and can see most of the world clearly, so she does not sympathize with other people's misery without authorization. She is just performing her due duties as a doctor... Maybe this time the question After the consultation is over, there will be no next time.

"Daddy is here." Ah Rong's voice came.

Su Bai searched for the sound, and at first glance, he almost thought that what he saw was a skeleton.

An old man with white hair, beard, and teeth was standing there. He didn't have the demeanor of a famous master. He was only old and dying. At the age of ninety, his muscles had already degenerated, and he had to rely on support and crutches to walk. He was out of breath after walking a few steps.

Such an old man probably couldn't even pick up a paintbrush.

When Su Bai was thinking this way, the old man looked over and landed on his face, and instantly felt the tingling sensation of hallucinations.

This line of sight... is very sharp.

Like an old lion who is about to be immobilized, even if his teeth fall out and his hair is withered, just staring at this gaze makes people retreat subconsciously, as if seeing the surging tide and the all-encompassing scenery in his heart.

Soon the old man looked away and sat down tremblingly, still very weak, but Su Bai no longer regarded him as a dying old man, his life was almost coming to an end, he still had a strong desire to create.

Ah Rong let go of his hand and walked to Su Bai's side, poked his finger and asked, "Um, uh...do you want to see Daddy...do you still have my paintings?"

She was a little shy, but she was actually thinking about how to make Su Bai a model, but she didn't get in touch with outsiders very often, so she didn't know what to say.

Su Bai smiled: "Okay."

So he was dragged into the studio by the impatient little girl, leaving only Zhu Shi and Katsushika Hokusai in the living room.

In the silence, Katsushika Hokusai spoke slowly, his voice aging and admiring: "Recalling the first time I saw you back then, you are still as beautiful as ever, Doctor Zhushi."

"I don't like this kind of social rhetoric. The more you say it, the more it makes me unhappy." Zhu Shi said in a low voice, "I'm a ghost, so I can live for a long time."

"I won't live long." Katsushika Hokusai coughed a few times as he said that, "The body is getting more and more inflexible, and the thinking is getting slower and slower..."

"A hundred years of life is a doomed result." Zhu Shi said softly: "If I hadn't diagnosed and treated you these years, and even adopted some nonsensical means to prolong your life, you might not be here now, your organs have failed It's over...doctors are not gods, I can't save you this time, I told you three years ago, this is a predestined result."

"But three years is not enough for me." Katsushika Hokusai held five fingers: "Look at my hand, can I still hold a pen? As long as I can maintain my peak state for five years, after another five years , I can become a real painter!"

"I've been fighting for you for three years."

"But I've only been able to move for more than a year..." Katsushika Hokusai pressed his head with both hands: "It's only one step away from the painter's realm, how could I fall here? Dr. Zhushi, look at the friendship over the years, you Help me once, no matter what the result is..."

"I... can't do anything." Zhu Shi's eyes were empty, and his words were ethereal: "Really, I can't do anything... I tried to transform you into a ghost a few years ago, but failed. Your aging body can't bear such a transformation, not enough The vitality support, the final result, either becomes a walking dead who loses his mind, or becomes..."

A man-eating ghost.

But Zhu Shi would never create a cannibal ghost with his own hands.

Katsushika Hokusai was silent for a long time before he said: "Actually, I know that I am old, and you have tried your best. I asked you to come here. One is to try to ask, maybe there is still a little hope; the other is to say goodbye. See you later..."

The old man sighed, and he leaned back in the chair: "It really makes people miss the past time. When we met, you almost killed me... Time really flies, Dr. Zhu Shi."

"It's very soon." Referring to the past, Zhu Shi's gaze became much gentler, and she said softly, "Actually, you don't have any regrets in this life. You have lived and painted to your heart's content, and you can also be in the eyes of your loved ones." Sleeping peacefully, this is already an unattainable beauty for me..."

"Is it beautiful? I have had too many failures and unwillingness in my life." Katsushika Hokusai said in a low voice: "For a person like me, only painting is the only one, and it is all I can give for it. "

"I know you can't let go, so I won't persuade you anymore." Zhu Shi said no more.

"That's good." Katsushika Hokusai's breathing became calmer. He looked at Zhu Shi, as if he had accepted everything, and quietly said goodbye: "This life is long, thank you for taking care of me."

Zhu Shi nodded silently, bowed his head to say goodbye: "Treasure."

Katsushika Hokusai looked at Zhu Shi who bowed his head, and smiled silently, with the madness of abandoning everything in that smile.

Squeak... the sound of the wooden door.

Zhu Shi was about to get up, but he couldn't lift his head against it, and his whole body trembled subconsciously, as if shrouded in strong malice, as if standing in the cold wind of the Siberian plain, every cell of his skin, flesh and blood was frozen.

The awe-inspiring killing intent came from behind.

The six-eyed ghost stands in the withered grass in the courtyard, with the word "winding string" engraved on one left eyeball and the word "one" engraved on the right eyeball.

One of the top strings, the strongest of the Twelve Ghost Moons.

The black death Mou came.

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Fear, trembling.

Cold, dead.

Zhu Shi didn't dare to turn his head back, he was afraid that his head would be cut off the moment he turned his head.

Ghosts are also divided into several levels, from ghosts that have just been transformed into ghosts, to ghosts whose bodies are distorted into alien shapes, and then to special ghosts that have further awakened the blood ghost technique, and the one standing at the top of the ghost is Twelve Ghost Moon .

The twelve ghost months are divided into upper string and lower string, with six digits for the upper string and six digits for the lower string.

The lower string is also a very strong pronoun among ordinary ghosts, and the first few in the upper string are the nine pillars that can kill the ghost killing team head-on.

However, the members of the Twelve Ghost Moons are not fixed, and they are almost always rotated over time. If the strength is not enough, the title of Ghost Moon will be deprived of the title by Oni Wu Tsuji, and then replaced by a stronger ghost, except for one...

Except for one of the top strings, Black Death Mou.

The main reason is that he is too strong, even to a certain extent, enough to match the oppressive force brought by Oni Wu Tsuji.

Basically, the killing between ghosts and ghosts will not be fruitful, because they cannot inflict fatal wounds on each other, and there are only three ways to kill ghosts... one is sunlight, the other is the sun wheel knife, and the other is This is the curse of blood imposed by Onimai Tsuji.

Oni Wu Tsuji is the source of all ghosts, and almost all ghosts are transformed by him. The moon of the first string is the closest ghost to Oni Wu Tsuji. After receiving a lot of blood from him, his strength has become extremely strong, and he also has The ability to transform humans into ghosts.

Hei Si Mou has the ability to 'transform humans into ghosts' and 'kill ghosts' at the same time. In terms of these two points alone, his strength is beyond doubt...Compared to Gui Wu Tsuji who does whatever he wants, Hei Si Mou However, Mou followed a very strict code of conduct. He seldom appeared, even eating people very rarely, but as the most loyal supporter of Ghost Dance Tsuji, he never hesitated to kill people or ghosts.