The Swordsman of the Grim Reaper

Chapter 5 The Death of Haiyan
boom.

The sound of thunder cracking open the sky exploded.

It only exists in the minds of people with low spiritual power, such as Jin Yan and Yin Yan.

People of Shiraishi's level would not hear that kind of sound, but would only notice that a heavy, deep Reiatsu quickly filled the room from the top of the stairs, like two millstones pressing on their shoulders.

How is this going?

To say it was a threat would be too much.

Shiraishi turned his thoughts, rushed to the entrance of the stairs, and stopped again. If he went up now, he was afraid that it would cause even more trouble.

After hesitation, a little boy rushed out of a door and shouted, "Miss, what happened?"

A tender voice floated across the passage, and received a stern response, "Don't come here, Ganju!"

Reiki converges.

Ganju did not obey.

The curiosity of the child can always surpass the words of adults, and he continues to run upwards.

Can you stop it?
Shiraishi stood at the stairway and thought for a while, but he still didn't choose to block and let the road go.

Ganju ran across the stairs to see the situation outside, and people were stunned.

Under the bleak moonlight, the black-haired goddess of death stepped across the green grass, her beautiful face was stained with blood, and there was no trace of anger that a person should have, just like an evil ghost from hell.

She silently dragged someone forward.

"Big Brother Haiyan..." Ganju muttered.

Zhibo Konghe had no time to blame his younger brother for being disobedient, and tried his best to suppress the irritable Reiatsu and killing intent, his fists clenched, his veins throbbing on the back of his hands.

"I killed it."

Without an explanation, the goddess of death threw the corpse on the ground, her dark purple pupils full of silence.

It seems that he doesn't care about his life at all, and even prepares to die.

Zhibo Konghe didn't do anything. Beneath her heroic appearance, she concealed a delicate heart, and she could see the expression on her eldest brother's face, not the anger and resentment killed by her companions.

The shallow smile seemed to be both pleased and somewhat apologetic.

The elder brother did not resent the god of death until his death.

why?
The reason is not clear, but she chose to respect her elder brother's choice, rather than wantonly venting her inner grief and anger.

"Go away." She spit out a word.

The goddess of death raised her head and said indifferently, "You can kill me."

"I told you to get out! Do you hear me?"

Zhibo Konghe repeated irritably, violent killing intent flashed through his olive green pupils, and was forcibly suppressed by reason.

"...You can come and kill me anytime."

She left these words and turned around. The dark clouds covered the stars and the bright moon, creating a thick ink-like darkness that drowned her leaving figure.

The young Ganju recovered from the shock, trotted to the elder brother, his mind couldn't understand, but he felt that this was a bad thing, and said with a cry: "Brother, wake up, I will listen to you carefully in the future. If you don't keep your mouth shut, you'll have no problem making me a god of death."

"Gantul... Big brother, like father and mother, will never wake up again."

"No, big sister, I don't want that, woohoo."

Ganju cried aloud, children don't need to worry so much, just cry hard if they want to.

Zhibo Konghe pursed his lips, did not stop him, squatted down, his cheeks revealed a tenderness he had never seen before, "Brother, welcome home."

"Master Konghe, please mourn."

Yin Yan's mouth was so comforting, his eyes were already overflowing with tears.

The sincere and self-motivated Lord Haiyan said a few days ago that he would inherit the position of Captain of the Thirteenth Division.

Now it's coming home this way.

Died at a young age, is the Zhibo family cursed?
Genius withered one by one.

"Yin Yan, prepare water, I want to help eldest brother organize his appearance."

Zhibo Konghe gently picked up the eldest brother's body, without giving himself time to grieve, he must let the eldest brother get rid of this embarrassed appearance.

She is not in a hurry to investigate the cause of death, and someone will come to inform the details.

No matter how lonely the Zhibo family is, they are one of the five nobles, and their status is there.

With the death of the Patriarch, it is impossible for the Central Room 46 and the [-]th Division to remain silent forever.

Otherwise, there is no need for her to make trouble.

The uncle who is the captain of the tenth group will turn Seireitei upside down with all his heart.

Zhibo Konghe walked down the stairs, glanced at Baishi and said, "Sorry, you find an empty house to live in, I don't have time to entertain you right now."

"Well, you..." Shiraishi's words of comfort came to his lips, and he swallowed them back silently, "Don't worry about me, I have never been polite."

Zhibo Konghe nodded, and the unbearable sadness enveloped his cheeks, making people miss her with a smile on her face just now.

Shiraishi exhaled, feeling that the air was a little cold.

I was an orphan in my last life, and I traveled through the game, and I didn't wear it on anyone. I still looked like myself, just a little younger, a little thinner, and a set of Yasuo's perfect clothes.

Therefore, he couldn't understand the grief of the death of his relatives, and it must be very sad to see Kong He's expression.

However, Zhibo Haiyan just died, how many years are there before the plot begins?

Shiraishi tried hard to remember, but found that there was no specific reference at all.

It's all to blame that 98 handles the timeline too vaguely. If you want to sort out a specific timeline, you can only rely on the readers' own brains to make up their minds.

If I remember correctly, the plot should have happened between 30 and [-] years.

During this time, Zhibo Konghe will lose one arm and become a one-armed hero like Yang Guo.

He is here, and he must take good care of him, so that such a broken arm incident cannot happen again.

Shiraishi still has a lot of goodwill towards Zhibo Konghe, perhaps this goodwill is based on the other party's appearance and figure.

But that's not how feelings are.

From outward attraction to inner attraction.

How can one person have the patience to understand what the inside of another person is if the outside is not right.

Shiraishi thought about the mess, walked down the aisle, picked a room that didn't even have a quilt, and slept on the ground at will.

After squinting for two or three hours, I can't fall asleep at all. How can people sleep without a quilt and a pillow? !

Shiraishi complained in his heart and got up helplessly, not asking Zhibo Konghe for a pillow and a quilt.

Instead, go to the toilet of Shiba's house.

The spirit body does not have the large size of humans, but it has the small size of humans.

You must drink water.

This is the principle that must be followed in the Soul Society.

Open the sliding door, the light of the fireflies illuminates the aisle 24 hours a day, and there is no one else.

He walked to the right, saw a door ahead, and hurried to open it.

It's not a toilet, it's a room where the Huahe Cannon is stored. The inside is round and spacious.

A dark and sturdy gun barrel pierced through the central ceiling and extended into a huge building resembling a chimney outside.

Zhibo Haiyan's coffin is placed on the fort.

Zhibo Konghe was sitting in front of her, with the ganju lying on her lap tired from crying. When she heard the door open, she turned around and said, "You haven't slept yet?"

"Well, I want to go to the toilet."

"Turn right when you go out and go straight to the end."

After Zhibo Konghe finished speaking, he continued to stare at the coffin in a daze.

Shiraishi scratched his head, didn't leave, walked forward, pulled the zipper of the leather jacket, reluctantly took out his treasures from the messenger bag and put them next to her, "This is the special spicy senbei from Aoi's house in the West Third District. , Liuhun Street is the only one, you can try it."

"Guaranteed to make you cry."

"Well, I want to try it."

Zhibo Konghe took the senbei.

Shiraishi left quickly.

The sound of chewing sounded, and tears flowed silently down the cheeks, "It's so spicy..."

　pa: Put Haiyan's death and the Yixin incident in the same year.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)