Duan Mu was sitting outside the low house with a tired look on his face, and Yanjiu, who moved from morning to night with him, looked even worse. He was lying on the side like a dead dog, using extremely weird expressions.
He looked at Duan Mu.
"You guys, were you a strong man like Si Danfang when you were alive?"
"I'm just better at saving energy than you." Duan Mu replied without further explanation.
Although his spiritual pressure was not as strong as the Rock Eagle, after spending this day together, he found that he was much stronger than the Rock Eagle in controlling and regulating his spiritual pressure.
Control and adjustment are not brought about by adding experience points to spiritual pressure, but are an accessory of his continuous practice of "Broken Path No. 4: White Thunder" for the past three years. It can be seen from this... Iwajiu is different from his sister.
, not very good at ghost ways.
"It should be said that he knows how to conserve spiritual energy better than you."
Kūkaku didn't know when he came to Duanmu and the two of them, he raised his foot and stepped on his younger brother, and said with a look of disdain: "Don't mention him as my Shiha Kūkaku's brother when you go out in the future. He is so much stronger than others in spiritual pressure."
In many cases, it is so unbearable."
"Well, I don't have it, it's just him... huh?" Iwajiu subconsciously wanted to defend himself, but then he realized it and turned his head sharply to look at Duan Mu: "You also have spiritual pressure!?"
"Um."
Duan Mu nodded and didn't hide anything.
Duan Mu was not surprised at all that Kukaku saw that he had spiritual pressure. After all, he showed it deliberately.
However, the strength of the spiritual pressure he displayed was only half of the spiritual pressure in his body, which was about the same level as the students of Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Academy.
"You're not a god of death, are you?" Yanjiu looked at Duan Mudao with a suspicious look on his face.
Duan Mu said: "Do you think the God of Death will open a master house in Rukongai?"
"I advise you not to stay in Rukongai for too long. Judging from your control over the souls and the strength of your spiritual pressure, the entrance exam for the Mao Spiritual Arts Academy is not difficult for you." Kūkaku looked at Duan.
Mu continued: "And if I remember correctly, you have only been in Rukongai for more than three years. If you continue to grow at this rate, you should be able to successfully graduate and join the Gotei Thirteenth Team and become a Shinigami."
"What's so good about being a god of death!!"
Iwajiu, who was stepped on by Kūkaku, showed undisguised hatred on his face: "It is better to go to Seireitei to be a lackey, why not stay in Rukongai and be my little brother...well..." He hadn't finished his words yet.
, Konghe stepped on the back of his head and forced his head into the soil.
"Don't listen to this kid's nonsense." Konghe didn't know what he thought of. He sighed slightly and continued: "There are special reasons why our siblings did not become Shinigami. For the people of Rukongai, becoming a Shinigami is undoubtedly
Best choice.”
"I see."
Duan Mu pondered for a moment, but did not hide his thoughts, and continued: "When I first came to Rukongai, I also had the idea of joining the Zhenou Spiritual Arts Academy, but after staying in Rukongai for a long time, I fell in love with it.
The life in Rukongai."
"Rather than being constrained by all kinds of complicated rules, I prefer the feeling of being able to do whatever I want. And as I get to know more about it, I find that the job of the God of Death is really too dangerous, and I am very dangerous.
I was afraid of death, so I simply gave up the idea of becoming a god of death."
"That's right." Yanjiu struggled to raise his head and gave Duan Mu a thumbs up.
Hearing this, Kong He nodded and did not continue to persuade. Since Duan Mu already understood the pros and cons of becoming a Shinigami, there was no need for her to continue to persuade.
Moreover, with Wanshiwu's current reputation, Duan Mu will not worry about survival. Compared to becoming a god of death, his current lifestyle is indeed more comfortable.
"It's already dark, let's have dinner at my place."
After Konghe said that, she turned around and walked towards the low house, but after taking a few steps, she stopped in her tracks and turned around suddenly to look into the night.
Her strange behavior immediately caught Duan Mu's attention.
Looking in the direction where Kung He was looking, Duan Mu didn't notice anything out of the ordinary, which made a flash of doubt appear on his face.
The rock vulture, which had just climbed up, saw this and asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"
As soon as Yanjiu finished speaking, Duan Mu noticed a blue arc of light appearing in his field of vision. With the appearance of the arc, several figures gradually emerged from the night hundreds of meters away.
When he saw the person, Duan Mu felt the fluctuation of Ling Zi, which made him couldn't help but glance at Kong He beside him.
When Duan Mu looked into the distance again, those figures were already dozens of meters away. One person was running away in front of him, and the four people behind him were chasing after them.
The five people were dressed in different costumes. The one who escaped was a middle-aged man about forty years old, with a ferocious face, and dressed in a death-defying uniform. At this time, his face was full of panic. And those who were chasing him were chasing him.
The four of them were dressed in black and had their faces covered, so their specific appearance could not be clearly seen.
Stealth maneuver?
When Duan Mu saw the attire of the four chasing men, a strange color flashed in Duan Mu's eyes.
As far as Duan Mu knows, Covert Mobile is an organization that is independent of the Gotei 13th Division together with the Ghost Demons. However, because several generations of commanders-in-chief have also served as captains of the Second Division, Covert Mobile has gradually become a
Trends in the Second Division's affiliated organizations.
"grim Reaper!?"
After seeing the appearance of these people clearly, Yanjiu showed a look of disgust, and subconsciously wanted to move forward to drive them away, but was stopped by Konghe on the side: "Don't worry about it."
While she was speaking, four Xing soldiers had already surrounded the Death God.
"Why!?"
The middle-aged God of Death looked desperate and shouted at the top of his lungs: "What did I do wrong..." Before he could finish his words, four Xing soldiers had already attacked.
However, the four of them did not use their Zanpakutō, and instead fought with the Shinigami holding the Zanpakutō with purely useless attacks.
Although they had the upper hand on the Zanpakutō, the four Xing soldiers were obviously much stronger than the Shinigami being pursued. Less than half a minute after the battle started, the middle-aged Shinigami was punched in the abdomen because of a flaw.
The blade cut out of his hand paused.
And at this moment, the remaining three people seized the opportunity and took advantage of him!
Bang bang bang...
Following a series of dull crashing sounds, the middle-aged God of Death was like a fallen leaf in the strong wind, unable to fight back. Finally, it hit the ground heavily, and he did not know whether he was alive or dead.
"Don't let him die," someone said.
After hearing this, the other person squatted down next to the middle-aged God of Death. A burst of azure light shone from his hands, covering the injured area of the middle-aged God of Death. After a while, he put away his hand and nodded to the other three people.
The two people immediately stepped forward to help the middle-aged Death God, but the four of them did not leave immediately, but looked towards where Duan Mu and others were.
More strictly speaking, he looked at Shiba Kukaku who was standing in front of Duanmu and Iwajiu, bowed respectfully, and then disappeared from the place with the middle-aged Shinigami.
