Self-cultivation of passerby male protagonist

Far away are the various idiots in Gensokyo's history, and nearer are the initiators of the recent changes.

But it was the first time that Reimu was able to be as natural as Feng Cong Er Shenzi.

This kind of as if everything in the world has changed to obey her, and even the hostility of others can extremely self-categorize it as "disrespect", thus showcasing his superior tolerance.

Does she think she is the king?

Reimu sneered a few times with disdain, and showed an extremely impatient look on her face: "It's okay to use such boring words to entertain the old lady. Do you think the witches who retreat to the monsters are very idle? Or do you think the old lady is so kind? Can I spare you twice?"

"Oh," the divine son's eyebrows were stained a little puzzled: "Why are you so entangled with past grudges? I have already forgiven your rudeness."

"So! Yi! Say it!" Reimeng held his forehead with a hand and said silently, "Why did you forgive me? You are the one who did the trouble!"

"...Cannot understand."

"I don't understand it... forget it."

After the spit, looking at the frowning brow of the god son, Reimu suddenly said: "Hey, saint, if this is the case, shall we make a deal?"

"transaction?"

"That's right," Reimu put his hands across his chest, and slowly said, "It was the strange summoning magic you used that summoned Wu from there, right?"

"Uh, that's true..."

Speaking of this, Shenzi's face is rarely embarrassed, and she can't be blamed. After all, the person who admits the wrong and still doesn't listen to persuasion can really be called a new black history.

Had it not been for Huo Qing'e to explain clearly to her, it would have caused even bigger jokes.

"Sage, my request is very clear, I want you to use that magic again and find a way to send Wu back."

"Reverse Summoning? Never heard of such use..."

"Then you know now, so, what about the answer?"

"...Try it," the god child seemed to make up his mind: "Then, in exchange--"

"I know, let's set off right away," Reimu glanced at Shenzi and asked, "Where did the friend you mentioned disappeared?"

"That..." the son of God said in a solemn tone: "It's the other side."

Chapter 39: On the Fastest Way of Death to the City

The job of the god of death is to extradite the dead. In a sense, this is the same as helping the grandmother to cross the road. Regardless of whether the other party is willing to cross the river, they will send their souls across the river.

The dead are happy and quiet, of course, occasionally encountering some lively special cases is not uncommon.

Komachi's greatest wish is to live leisurely, and finally to sleep in a peaceful end, although she herself is not sure whether the god of death will die.

Therefore, fishing at work has almost become Komachi's basic skills, and it is still the kind of passive release.

It's just one thing to be lazy, but another thing to neglect.

Seeing the undead sneaking back into the world of the living in front of him, even Komachi couldn't turn a blind eye to it.

So she made a decisive move.

Then of course he was beaten.

Rumble————!

The thick thunder and lightning with the mouth of the bowl fell on the ground like rain, and the sky was still clear for a while, but now suddenly thunder roared, and the purple cherry blossoms without a chance mound were all covered with a charred shell.

"Hey hey hey! It's too much, isn't it? It's an undead person who said, overpower you!"

As the god of death, it is undoubtedly extremely embarrassing to run away in front of the dead, but Komachi has no time to think about dignity.

After all, you have to live first, and then you have the time to consider what you have and what you don’t.

"Shut up Grim Reaper, if you appear here, it means that you are also the lackey of the Hades? Then don't say much, obediently let me cut the first level!"

The green-haired undead was thunderous and agitated, and the flashing electric light from time to time was like a poisonous snake. Taking advantage of Komachi's negligence, he would wait for an opportunity to take a bite.

Komachi's originally clean skirt had several scary holes, and the small circle of coke-like traces around him was shocking.

"You, aren't you from Baiyulou?"

Once again, Komachi, who was chased by the frenzied lightning and running all over the floor, finally realized that something was wrong. The undead behind him were not so much lively as they looked like ordinary undead at all.

As far as she knows, although most of the undead are ordinary dead, there are also extraordinary existences, such as the master of the white jade building, the princess of the underworld.

Being able to remain in the world of the living as undead is very telling in itself.

It's a pity that when the dull Komachi realized this, it seemed that things had already reached a terrible level.

This undead hated her as the god of death for some reason, and even when she first revealed her identity, the opponent was directly struck by a lightning bolt.

Without any hesitation, decisively scary.

"Hey! What the hell are you talking about! Where did I bother you?"

Komachi, who flees desperately, did not forget to turn back and complain: "If it is because I regard you as an ordinary spirit, I have already apologized."

But the other party ignored her at all, and raised his hand again, and a domineering thunder descended: "Be obedient, hell's minion!"

"You guy... don't you want to attack Master Four Seasons?"

After finally realizing that there was something wrong with the other party's words, Komachi ignored the lightning that was about to fall on his head, and flashed by with a terrible stream, and asked loudly, "Answer me! What are you trying to do on the other shore!"

It is true that Komachi is afraid of death, but it has to be divided.

If the other party is looking for her or some other guy to seek revenge, by the way, she will turn around and run without saying a word.

But if the other party came for Hell's presiding judge Shiki Yingji, even if there is only a slight possibility, then even if Komachi is smashed into dust by thunder, he must ask clearly.

"It's useless to say more. Since you have already taken the initiative, this is a clear declaration of war. My name is Su Wo, and this person is the subordinate of the prince, die! Death!"

The green-haired dead hall reported his name upright, followed by a more fierce attack.

"It's dangerous...!"

Komachi is also a donkey rolling around to avoid the galloping thunder. As a ferryman, Komachi's combat effectiveness is not weak, but it has to be compared with whom.

The god of death has the largest number of hell and the other side, and it is also the basic staffing. It may not be a problem to deal with ordinary monsters, but a powerful existence like the undead in front of them is beyond their ability to deal with.

Although Komachi can be regarded as an outstanding person among the many death gods, after all, being able to follow the Supreme Judge Shiki Yinghime's side shows her strength.

But even so, she was just a god of death.