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Chapter 27 The Spread of Death

September 6.

The gloomy weather lasted for ten days without a drop of rain. Perhaps because of this, the air in the entire Lingting Court was so stuffy that it made people feel nervous.

The Broken Bee irritatedly threw down an information, which showed that the King of Dongliuhun Street appeared in the 50th District of Beiliuhun Street.

That guy’s nest should be in Dongliuhun Street. Why are you doing on Beiliuhun Street?

Or is it that the subordinates made a mistake?

Not every piece of information sent from below is correct, and there will always be various mistakes.

Sometimes, the same person will appear in three different places, most of which are the enemy who set up a mystery.

It is never easy to sort out the correct information from intricate information.

Moreover, Tsunaya Yoshida was still secretly disturbing.

The broken bee exhaled a long breath and her heart was still irritated.

Boom.

A pale lightning flashed through the heavy dark clouds, making the room look white.

Immediately afterwards, heavy rain fell from outside.

Crackling, raindrops as big as soybeans hit the window frame.

The broken bee felt refreshed because of the rain, but instead became more and more irritable. She stood up from the chair and walked to the window.

The rain fell from the eaves and formed a water curtain. Looking at the yard through the water curtain, it felt a unique feeling in my heart.

She was stunned, looking at the scene, and the figure of Heimu flashed through her mind.

From hearing the words conveyed by Kaori Maozhihua Lie a month ago, she already understood that the other party's situation was not optimistic.

Just a plague of official duties.

Sometimes she is not in the Lingting Temple, and she doesn't visit her many times. She only takes twenty times a month and doesn't even say a word once.

I don’t know what the situation is now?

Bang.

The door was suddenly opened, and the wet team of Riding knelt down to the door on one knee.

"Captain Broken Bee, the captain of the corps sent an emergency notice. The fifth seat of the fourth team, Kuroki, died of illness at 1:30 p.m. on the bed."

Boom.

A thunder sounded from the sky, and a pale light flashed across the face of the broken bee staying by the window.

It disappeared immediately.

"Yes, I understand, you go down."

"Yes." The Riding team members answered loudly, stood up and closed the door.

Crackling.

It was not the sound of heavy rain falling outside, it was coming from inside the house.

The broken bee overturned its desk, documents, pens and ink, lamps, and vases of decorations, scattered all over the floor.

She didn't care, she sat on the chair and knocked her hands hard on her forehead.

What kind of death in bed is definitely a lie.

Hei Mu has been practicing Bankai all the time. His death means that he has not succeeded and was killed in the spiritual world.

"What a bastard, the first god of death in the corpse soul world to be killed by his Zanpakura."

Broken bee cursed angrily, tears pouring out unconsciously. She raised her head, trying to bring tears back to her eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling.

The lights gradually faded out on the ground, and the darkness silently wrapped around its petite body.

After staying for a while, she could finally control her tears, and it was still raining outside the window.

She didn't want to wait for the rain to stop, or hold an umbrella or wear a raincoat, she just wanted to arrive at the fourth team as soon as possible.

call.

Rumbled, heavy rain continued, and thunder followed one after another.

The rushing water curtains hung under each eaves.

The fourth team, the second floor of the comprehensive rescue center, the critical care unit.

The lights in most wards are out, and only a few are on.

The broken bee arrived here in the heavy rain.

She has always been self-disciplined and rules, and only uses black wood in the past can she use it and walk through the window.

The window frames were wet, and from here to the hospital bed, it was covered with water marks. It was obvious that she was not the only one who was rude.

As a great nobleman, Kuraki Shiraya was the same. He was soaked all over, his black hair was pressed against his cheeks, and Toshiro's face was covered with silent sorrow.

Gengmu Jian Ba, Grass and Deer, Eight Thousand Flows, Tiger Che Yongyin, Mao Zhi Hua Lie, and He is familiar with Black Wood. Everyone who can come as soon as possible is here.

"Captain Broken Bee, you are here." As the host, Kaori Mao always greets foreign guests.

Even if she didn't want such a greeting at all.

"Um."

The broken bee responded, and the rain slid past her little face. She quietly walked to the edge of the bed and looked at the black wood lying on the bed.

The appearance looks no different from before, and the quiet expression is like sleeping.

"Are you Captain Broken Bee?"

She remembered that the first time she met was on the night of the present world.

The man who was five seats rushed to her and looked at her with a bright look, without a trace of awe in his eyes.

Her thought at that time was that this kid was really rude.

A lot of things happened later.

When she was in the most embarrassing life, she would always be caught by the other party and would get along with each other again and again.

She changed her mind about Kuroki.

The weak will die, but the strong will not.

Kuroki's strength is far superior to her, so how could something happen?

So she has always believed that in the end, that guy will always create miracles, and then at the beginning of next month, everyone will hold a fireworks festival together.

She missed this year due to a mission, and she will never be next year.

As a result, "Are you really dead?"

"Well, he is dead, the spiritual pressure has completely disappeared. His last wish is not to be buried and to send the body to the Technical Development Bureau."

Maozhihua Lie replied softly.

Hu Che Yongyin couldn't cry, and the tears had already dried up. The soul seemed to be pulled away from his body, and he stood by the bed in silence.

"If this is my will, there is nothing I can do."

Gengmu Jianba spoke, and he was probably the only person in the house who could still keep thinking rationally.

Kuroki's death made him lose a good opponent and a good friend, but he was sad and happy for Kuroki.

If you can die in the battle of your heart, there is nothing worth complaining about in your life.

"Build a tomb of clothes." Kuriki Yakuya spoke with a heavy face.

Maozhi Hualie nodded slightly and said, "Well, we have prepared a cemetery for a long time."

The Broken Bee clenched her fist and said sarcastically: "You are ready."

If a person is ready for a cemetery before he dies, he will curse him to die sooner.

The broken bee in a bad mood naturally takes her anger at the flower liu of Mao.

"That was when you went to the virtual circle and you bought it."

Maozhi Hualie retorted with some anger, and even thought to himself, if Kuroki Shin had died at that time, he would not have been like this now.

So painful.

She finally understood the feeling of Kuroki and Yutoko Toru.

Almost unable to breathe.

The broken bee pursed her lips and wanted to say something else.

Dong, the person outside the door rushed too hard and couldn't stop, and sat directly on the ground.

The eyes in the house looked over instantly.

A thought flashed through everyone's mind, who is this guy?

The man was tall, with short black hair and goatee, and a thin white hairband on his head.

"I am the third seat of the Thirteenth Team, Xiaotun Sentaro."

He knelt on his knees, introduced himself first, and then kowtowed and shouted: "Captain Maozhihua, Captain Fuzhu's condition suddenly deteriorated. Please go to Yuqian Hall to treat it quickly. Qingyin cannot suppress Captain Fuzhu's condition!"
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