The Swordsman of the Grim Reaper

Chapter 6 Funeral
Insomnia overnight.

After tossing and turning until after two o'clock in the morning, Shiraishi finally got used to the hardness of the floor, fell into a deep sleep, and made a slight snoring sound.

boom.

The sliding door was slammed open, and a crisp voice urged him, "Get up and eat."

"Yeah." Shiraishi muttered, subconsciously turning sideways and hugging the quilt, and the person curled up and continued to sleep.

Zhibo Konghe's violent temper was not used to him, so he just kicked his ass and squatted down and said, "Listen, at my house, you have to follow my rules, don't sleep in, and give it to me every morning at seven o'clock. Get up for breakfast!

Do you understand? "

"Ming, I understand." Shiraishi was shocked by the approaching chest weapon, and he seemed to stutter when he spoke.

"louder please!"

"understood!"

He roared angrily and complained in his heart, as expected, there is a difference between imagination and reality.

In his imagination, he was woken up by a beautiful woman, calling him softly in his ear, then gently pushing and shoving him, waking up with a coquettish tone, not so vigorously.

There is no warmth at all, like in military training.

"Very good, stand up for me!" Zhibo Konghe stood up with a smile on his face: "Go eat."

"Ah."

Bai Shi agreed, but his movements were not fast, he slowly got up from the ground, bent over and followed behind.

He walked out of the room and walked along the aisle to the room in front of the stairs, but he still couldn't straighten his waist.

Followed behind, but even more hot.

The peach shape under the beige skirt swayed to and fro, the naked back and the occasionally visible side breasts all stimulated the man's nerves.

Fortunately, you don't have to worry when you enter the house.

He hurriedly sat in his own seat, his waist straightened, and on the table were a fried egg, a fried fish, a bowl of miso soup, and a bowl of rice, which was quite sumptuous.

"If you don't have enough food, you can add your own food there."

Zhibo Konghe pointed at the rice bucket, and the man walked to the upper seat, sat cross-legged on the futon, and said, "I'm starting."

"I'm starting." Shiraishi said, then grabbed the miso soup and took a sip, a little salty from the sea.

He sandwiched the fish, and the spicy taste was good. "The fish is really delicious."

"Don't talk while eating."

Zhibo Konghe said something to him and ate it quickly, as if he was afraid of being robbed.

Is this military training?

Shiraishi swallowed this doubt and accelerated his meal.

After a while, the food was exhausted, and Jin Yan and Yin Yan began to clean up the dishes.

Zhibo Konghe pushed his arms back and stretched his waist. The short red shirt almost couldn't hold it, and the two big bowling balls seemed to embrace freedom, "Shiroishi, do you have anything to do tonight?"

"No."

"Then go to my eldest brother's funeral. It won't make you feel bored. Our Zhibo family believes in happy funerals. On the day of the funeral, we will never shed a single tear. We should send our family away happily."

When Zhibo Konghe said this, he took the initiative to ask, "Do you know why?"

Bai Shi shook his head and said, "I don't know."

"The ancestral motto of the Zhibo family is that everyone fights for their beliefs to the end, and saying goodbye with sad tears is an insult to them."

Zhibo Konghe said the reason for his own tradition, raised his head and said, "However, sometimes I hope my eldest brother can be a little more tactful and not be so rigid, ah, sorry, I shouldn't say these boring things.

Ganju, you crybaby dare to shed a single tear today, and I will beat you hard. "

"Hey." Ganju sucked his nose hard, his eyes were red, and his eyes were firm: "Eldest sister, I won't cry!"

"Very well, this is the man of the Zhibo family."

Zhibo Konghe praised him, stood up and said, "Let's go out for a walk."

"Okay." Shiraishi was happy to accompany the beauty for a walk.

Outside the house on the ground, the sun is shining brightly, the sky is blue, and occasionally there are large white clouds drifting by, making it leisurely.

"follow me."

Zhibo Konghe obviously had a purpose. He walked around the back of the house, stretched out his hand, and said, "Please help to turn this."

"Look at me." Shiraishi rolled up his sleeves, grabbed one side with one hand, and started to turn.

Rumbling, there was a roar on the ground, the grass split into a circle, and then shrank to both sides, and the Huahe Cannon rose up.

All the way to the top, the [-]-meter-high cannon is completely exposed, and no one will think it is a chimney anymore.

Haiyan's coffin was parked in front of the fort.

Zhibo Konghe patted his arm and said with a smile, "I really have the strength."

"Small idea."

Shiraishi shrugged and asked knowingly, "What is this thing?"

"Huahe Cannon."

Zhibo Konghe slapped the black surface of the cannon with a proud expression and said, "I am the number one pyrotechnic master on Liuhun Street."

"You want to set off fireworks at the funeral?"

"You're half right, I'm going to use my brother's ashes as cannonballs, and shoot them into the sky in one breath. Together with the splendid fireworks, they float along the wind to the entire Soul Society. Isn't it romantic?"

There was a trace of reminiscence on Zhibo Konghe's face, "This is my agreement with my eldest brother."

"...Is it possible that he just said it casually?"

Shiraishi has never attended other people's funerals, and he has seen a lot of TV dramas and movies, and the thoughts of those around him are also told to him.

The dead are buried in peace.

Cremation is unfilial in some areas, let alone raising ashes.

Bang, Zhibo Konghe, without any hesitation, punched him in the forehead and said angrily, "Can you say that kind of thing casually? You idiot!"

"Sorry, I was wrong."

Shiraishi touched his forehead, feeling that he was a little blunt.

The eldest brother is the eldest brother of the family. She wants to be cremated to raise ashes. That is her freedom.

Outsiders are not good at interjecting.

"Forget it, just admit your mistake."

Zhibo Konghe is broad-minded and does not hold grudges. Instead, he stares at the Huahe Cannon and murmurs, "It's time to make some preparations."

If the Huahe Cannon wants to be used, the process is more troublesome, and the scene needs to be arranged in advance.

Tie the gun body with a betting rope and insert the other end of the rope straight into the ground.

He took out a large brush and drew the Shiba family crest on the pitch-black cannon body, falling into the sky and collapsing with a swirl pattern.

Everything is ready, just wait for the first ray of moonlight to fall from the sky, when the Huahe Cannon is fired.

"Cough cough," Suddenly, a slight cough sounded.

!

Shiraishi's pupils dilated, his hands subconsciously grasped the handle of the knife at his waist, and then he relaxed.

The opponent must not be within three steps.

Within the range that the blade can reach, no one can hide from his spiritual sense. Beyond this range, it depends on whether he actively perceives it.

If he didn't take the initiative to perceive it, the flow of spirits beyond three steps would make him appear relatively slow.

If you are active, the precise range is within three kilometers, and anyone who steps in will be caught by him.

"Cough," there were two more coughs, and the man rolled up the scarlet-stained handkerchief, "I'm sorry, I'm late."

"Ukitake Shirou."

Zhibo Konghe said the name, and the violent killing intent almost broke through his chest, "You bastard."

(End of this chapter)