Grim Reaper: Studying medicine can't save the world of corpses and souls

Jingling Court.

In front of the opened black cavity passage, the body of Qian Shoucheng was sent out.

As the person in charge of the funeral, Rinka Yamada has long been used to seeing the death and remains of countless gods of death, and even experienced the sacrifice of her husband Seinosuke Yamada as early as fifty years ago.

However, when the man who has been silently taking care of her for more than fifty years and gave her countless conveniences in life and work appeared in front of her in this form, Rinka Yamada couldn't help but feel extremely sad.

Vaguely, Yamada Rinka seemed to see Senju Makoto lying in front of her in a trance, smiling softly, caring about herself...

At this moment, Rinka Yamada felt that the sadness in her heart this time was worse than when Seinosuke Yamada died in the past, and the hands that were about to hand over Makoto Senju's body and place it in the funeral were trembling uncontrollably.

Even, Yamada Rinka even hoped that the man in front of him with a calm and gentle expression would just fall asleep, open his eyes and give him a warm embrace, and tell him that he was still alive with actions.

And just when Rinka Yamada was holding back her grief and preparing to take Makoto Senju's body with tears in her eyes, a figure suddenly stood in front of her.

"U... Captain Unohana?"

Rinka Yamada said in a daze.

However, the side face of Unohana Rinka seen from Yamada Rinka does not have the slightest gentle smile from the past, just like a piece of ice that will not melt for a thousand years.

Even, for Yamada Rinka's greetings, Unokanaretsu didn't respond at all, and hugged Senju Makoto's body as if no one was there.

In addition to the gentleness of that movement, Rinka Yamada felt a little proficient...

Immediately, Uo no Hanalie took Makoto Senju's body and disappeared in front of many gods of death, and then returned to his own courtyard, and placed Makoto Senju in the oldest and most beautiful cherry tree in Jinglingting. Down.

Unozhihuali was lost in thought, silently staring at the body of Senshou Makoto.

long time... long time...

Uozhihualie seemed to be in a trance and murmured.

"Cheng, have you forgotten the agreement? Didn't you make an agreement to wait for you to come back?"

As he spoke, Uinokaretsu's palm gently stroked Senshou Makoto's face, his originally cold and calm eyes were unconsciously filled with tears.

"You lied to me, Cheng..."

"Do you know the price of deceiving a teacher? You should be very clear."

"Don't even think about running away, even if you chase him into hell, I will let you fully understand this..."

Uzhihuaretsu spoke slowly, but his hands slowly reached out to pull out the Zanpakuto, and Uzhihuaretsu's eyes full of love were reflected on the blade.

"Cheng, fighting... is really the most wonderful thing in the world..."

"However, what I'm hoping for now is to have a thorough and thorough fight with you that reaches the soul."

"It doesn't matter to hell, I'll find you in no time, Makoto!"

Uzhihuaretsu murmured, the blade of the Zanpakuto slowly lay across the neck.

The next moment, just as Unohana's palm was about to exert force, he suddenly felt something pulling his blade.

Unozhihuali turned his eyes, and what he saw was a few green grasses that seemed to be spreading from green grass, tightly entangled the Zanpakuto blade.

Uzhi Huaretsu's eyes were startled for a moment, and then turned into ecstasy. He turned his head and looked in the direction where the green grass was spreading, which was impressively extending from his living room.

"Sen and Shushu?!"

Immediately, Uzhihualie thought of something, and ran towards the living room in a loss of composure.

And as Uzhihuaretsu rushed into the living room, the green grass wrapped around the Zanpakuto blade in Uzhihuaretsu's hand quickly shrank back to the pot that Uzhihuaretsu had regarded as a treasure for more than fifty years. The flower arrangement work "Forest and Deer Tree".

In Unozhihuali's mind, the words that Makoto Senshou once said subconsciously emerged:

【As long as I have not died, then 'Sen and Yu Shu' will continue to exist unchanged...】

Unokanaretsu asked cautiously, as if he was afraid of breaking a certain hope. "Cheng, you're still alive... aren't you?"

The green grass on "Forest and Deer Shu" did not answer, but just surrounded and protected the beautiful Maohua in the center as before.

However, at this moment, Uzhi Hualie had already got the answer he wanted, and said with a gentle smile on his face.

"So that's the case, then let's forcefully continue the agreement, Cheng... I, wait for you to come back..."

The last voice, very low, but also very firm...

...

And in the conceptual space that represents "name".

The dark feathers on Qian Shoucheng's body spread more and more unconsciously, making the endless night sky seem darker and darker wherever it passed.

As for "name", Qian Shoucheng's understanding has become more and more profound...

That is the basic thing that constitutes the virtual circle and the soul world, that is, the deeper essence of "spirit".

Names are matter, rules, and power!

The name is also complicated!

The world is constructed by the interweaving of various "names", just like the names of the deadly costumes. In addition to "reiki", there are also "black", "thread" and so on.

And Makoto's "卍解·Vientiane Edict" is the basis for Makoto to have control over the name of "Lingzi".

At the same time, Makoto Senshou also understands that the end point of the evolution of Shinigami and Holo is to break through the limitations of his own name, so that he has the opportunity to directly control the "name" related to his own ability.

In a sense, it is from the pawn itself to become the person who holds the chess...

Just as Qian Shoucheng was constantly controlling the "Lingzi" in the dark, he suddenly sensed the emergence of another will in the conceptual space of "name".

In the next moment, the "blackness" in the endless night sky seemed to be completely tumbling, and a turbulent sound containing shock and anger echoed in the entire conceptual space.

"Who?! They are secretly stealing the power of 'name'!"

Immediately, Qian Shoucheng, who was standing in the endless night sky, suddenly felt that he was locked by a certain line of sight, and the "blackness" around him actually squeezed towards Qian Shoucheng.

"boom!"

And when Makoto raised his hand, the concept called "Spirit" also exploded in an instant, turning into walls and blocking Makoto's face.

Obviously, in this conceptual space, "black" and "spirit" are just concepts that are ubiquitous...

However, between the two collisions, there was a substantial and terrifying collision.

Makoto Senju, who was dressed in black haori, turned his eyes and looked forward, only to see a bald man with thick eyebrows and a beard appearing, wearing the captain haori that Makoto Senju is very familiar with.

However, behind the bald-headed Captain Haori... what was written was the word "Zero".