Variety Comic: My plug-in is myself

In the mountains and forests far away from the town, the figure of the sick leaf shuttles between the branches, and the broken arm has grown, and the movement is as agile as a monkey.

It shuttles through the mountains and forests at a very fast speed.

After running wildly for two minutes, he stopped out of breath.

This gasping behavior is not because his body needs nutrients, in fact, he has become a sick leaf of the ghost, and he can survive even if he does not breathe.

It's just a Xi that was once retained by human beings.

Take a big breath to make sure you're still alive.

"It should ...... I guess I've already gotten rid of that guy......

."

Sick Ye looked around vigilantly, for fear that Xia Yan would suddenly rush out from behind with a knife and hack him to death.

Now Xia Yan's degree of danger has far exceeded the threat brought to him by the "pillar" in his eyes, although it is still incomparable to Wu Miao, but it already belongs to one person and ten thousand people.

The cold eyes and the evil smile on the corner of the mouth have become a lingering shadow of the sick leaf's psychology.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he felt a chill on the back of his neck, as if there was a figure with cold eyes like a monster, aiming a knife at his neck and telling him to count to three.

The horror even surpassed his fear of the Winding Ghost.

"No, no, no, the ghosts that have been eliminated by the ghost hunters have always been only at the bottom, and the ghosts on the winding have not changed for hundreds of years, and the pillars that have died in their hands are countless. "

"No matter how powerful that guy named Natsuhiko is, he will definitely not be the opponent of the winding ghost!"

Thinking of this, Sick Ye shook her head, trying to shake those uneasy thoughts out of her mind.

"Huh~, so that's what you think~".

——！！？

The familiar soft voice behind him made the hairs stand on end all over the sick leaf, and the lingering haze once again filled his heart.

He shuddered and turned his head slowly.

I saw that Xia Yan didn't know when, he had quietly appeared beside him, with one arm on his shoulder, making a posture of hooking shoulders and backs, as if the two were close friends.

The sick leaf's hands and feet did not listen to the call again.

Only this time it's not bound by anything, it's just pure fear.

"It's rare that I deliberately let you go in order to play with you for a while...... As a result, the first thing you did after you fled was to hide in the woods and arrange me?".

"I'm so sad~".

Xia Yan wrapped his arm around Sick Leaf's shoulder, and clamped it tightly, and as the force continued to increase, Sick Leaf could clearly hear the overwhelming 'click' sound of his neck bone.

But the pain also awakened his body that was paralyzed by fear.

"You bastard, you are still unashamed to say that you deliberately let me escape, what kind of joke !!

."

Sick Ye shook off Xia Yan's arm around his neck, held a wooden kunai in his hand, and stabbed Xia Yan.

It's just that before he could reach halfway through his hand, he couldn't feel the presence of his arm anymore.

He lowered his head in some surprise, only to find that half of the arm holding Kunai had fallen to the ground, and the fracture was smooth and clean, without the slightest adhesion.

The nerves in the arm had not yet lost their activity, and they were constantly twitching on the ground.

Without even a moment of mourning for his severed arm, the next to flee the battlefield was the Six Sick Leaves of the Second String.

Turning his head, sealing his cigarette, turning around and running, all in one go, his movements are as skillful as if he had been repeated thousands of times.

It's just that.

Suddenly, Sick Leaf couldn't feel his feet anymore.

It's as if I lost consciousness due to paralysis after squatting in the toilet for too long when I was a child, and I couldn't feel the presence of my legs at all.

'What's the matter, I've become a ghost, will my feet be numb!?'

As soon as this doubt arose from his heart, he was vetoed by the sick leaf himself.

Because he noticed that the trees around him seemed to have become a lot taller, and his sight, which was not very high, was once again shorter out of thin air.

In the next second, under the action of inertia, the whole person fell to the ground, constantly rolling forward.

As she fell, Sick Ye saw a pair of familiar legs stay in place, and there was no body above them.

Boom!

The sound of a collision sounded.

The tumbling body of the sick leaf hit a small tree that was not very thick and stopped, and it turned yellow as it approached winter, and there were not a few leaves that were knocked by him, and fell sparsely.

Only a few leaves that have not yet turned completely yellow are left, like the last dignity on the head of a middle-aged man with severe hair loss, hanging alone on the branches.

But Sick Leaf didn't laugh at a tree's idleness.

Because all the trees are hair, and he's going to lose his head in a moment.

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