Thank You

At this time, Su Jin thought for a while, clicked on the points column, and as expected, he got the prompt that 'answering the question will get points'.

In any case, earn points first and see the situation.

While thinking about it, Su Jin concocted a rough answer.

[Thank you for your invitation, I have just become a **** in the little garden. Because the problem involves people in the circle, I am afraid of being recognized, so I am anonymous. 】

[The self-awareness of 11-year-old children has been formed, and the questioner does not need to worry too much. The most important problem now is that children suppress their own instincts and force themselves to obey external orders. 】

[To be honest, the child's hostage situation has reached a very serious level, and it can be said that he has been completely brainwashed. 】

[Because it is impossible to visually check the situation of children, so I personally suggest that the subject should use the means of external objects to tap the instinct of children's existence. 】

[You can try to give the child simple props, let the child judge how to act by using the props, and slowly awaken her self-awareness. 】

[At present, this situation cannot be urgent. In order to avoid greater harm, it is recommended to know it slowly. I look forward to your next question. 】

After writing these things, Su Jin posted the answer while secretly hating that he didn't read any psychology.

In the next second, his points bar changed from '0' to '10'.

"It seems that answering a question is 10 points, but I don't know what the points are for."

Thinking like this, Su Jin clicked on the points column of the forum, and got a prompt of "not enough points, not open".

Due to the unknown situation, Su Jin had no choice but to give up the research forum, and while waiting for the questioner's reply, he tried to grasp the power he had just obtained.

After all, he just got a godhead and became a quasi-god.

Now his curiosity about himself has overwhelmed everything.

If it weren't for the sudden appearance of the forum, Su Jin would definitely study the godhead immediately and realize the beauty of becoming a god.

On the other hand, after seeing this scene, Hei Rabbit, who knew that ordinary people had obtained the divine status, temporarily withdrew from the room, leaving enough private space for Su Jin.

Perceiving this situation, the corner of Su Jin's mouth twitched, and then he slowly fell into a state of semi-sleeping.

As he breathed, a faint spark of sparks lingered around him.

This is the materialized fire element power attracted by the power fluctuations of the godhead holder.

In the lingering fire, Su Jin's breath became stronger and stronger.

The World of the Blade of Ghost Slayer, during the Taisho era.

Inside a Heshi mansion.

Megumi Butterfly, who was wearing a cape and a simple yukata inside, yawned lightly.

In front of her was a low wooden table with an oil lamp and a diary on it.

After the death of her parents, Chana Butterfly developed the habit of keeping a diary.

And just now, she wrote down her troubles with her newly adopted child in her diary.

"How can I let this child Chanaihu express his opinion..." Butterfly Chanahui frowned slightly.

The little girl she named 'Chestnut Flower Falls Chanahu' is already eleven years old.

At this age, it is almost a marriageable grade, but Chanel does not have the spiritual energy of many children, but is dead.

Occasionally, even if she accidentally rubbed against a sharp object and was injured, she would not express pain, but would just follow behind her without saying a word, letting her blood flow.

Even, even when it comes to eating, Chanel almost wants her to give her an order to eat.

She clearly knows how to use tableware and can eat well, but she needs her instructions. This phenomenon makes Butterfly Chanahui both distressed and helpless.

Butterfly Chanahui is a doctor. She has many ways to treat her physical injuries, but she is helpless for her mental 'injuries'.

Therefore, after a busy day, Chana Butterfly was thinking about how to educate her adopted daughter while writing down today's diary.

"Would you like to ask some doctors? I heard that there are foreign doctors in Tokyo. I don't know if they can do anything..."

Chana Butterfly, who had kept her diary, put down her pen and muttered to herself.

At this moment, the diary automatically turned over a page without wind, and then black handwriting began to emerge.

[Thank you for your invitation, I have just become a **** in the little garden. Because the problem involves people in the circle, I am afraid of being recognized, so I am anonymous...]

"Who?!"

In a flash, Chana Butterfly stood in the center of the room, with a Japanese-style blade in her hand.

And her eyes shifted from the diary, constantly looking around the room, vigilant for hidden enemies.

However, the room was silent, except for her breathing, there was no sound.

In the face of this situation, Butterfly Chana Hui clenched the handle of the knife even more tightly.

"...Where did the ghost come from?"

Butterfly Chanel frowned, in this world, man-eating ghosts really exist.

On the other hand, there are ghost hunters.

Butterfly Chanahui is one of the ghost hunters, and according to her understanding, ghosts have an ability called blood ghost art.

There are all kinds of strange blood ghost arts, and it is not impossible to have the ability to write in other people's diaries.

Although it is very strange how the ghost would play pranks on the ghost hunter's diary, Butterfly Chana Hui still made the greatest precaution.

And at this moment, with a click, the door behind Chanai Butterfly opened.

A cute girl with a side ponytail and an expressionless face, wearing a white yukata, stood quietly behind the door like that, silently looking at Chana Butterfly.

It seems that she heard Chanahui's exclamation, and the chestnut flower fell and Chanahu climbed up and came to Butterfly Chanahui's room.

The study is just one door away from the bedroom. Originally, Chana Butterfly had to go back to the bedroom to go to bed after writing her diary, but the sudden situation naturally ruined her plan at full speed.

At the moment when she saw the appearance of the chestnut flower Luo Chanai, Butterfly Chanai Hui suddenly changed her face:

"Channai, come here!"

Chanel walked to Butterfly Chanahui's side with a blank expression, and stood by without saying a word, with an expression like a robot that completed an instruction.

However, now, Butterfly Chanel can't pay attention to these.

She looked around vigilantly, and the blue veins were clearly visible in the hand holding the handle of the knife.

The adopted daughter who is powerless is right in front of her eyes, and there is also a ghost with blood ghosts hidden in the dark.

At this moment, Butterfly Chanel Megumi smelled the smell of death.

But she couldn't give up, at least send Chanel to a safe place.

In an instant, she held the hand with the handle of the knife, and the white palm turned even whiter.

A second passed.

Two seconds passed.

Half a minute passed.

Nothing out of the ordinary happened.

Butterfly Chanahui concentrated her mind, was vigilant for half a minute, and finally made a hesitant voice in her vigilance:

"That... are you still there, Mr. Ghost?"

Box Court.

in the underground library.

Su Jin, who was comprehending the newly acquired divine power, suddenly opened his eyes with half-squinted eyes.

At this moment, a forum appeared in his eyes.

'Chanai is so cute' has sent you an invitation to ask questions:

[That... Mr. Ghost, are you still there? 】

For a moment, Su Jin was stunned.

Chapter 0003 is your sister dead?

"Mr. Ghost?"

Su Jin was stunned for a moment, then thought about it, it is also possible for normal people to regard the forum that popped up suddenly as a ghost.

But from the looks of it, the other party should not be well-informed, and most of them are handsome transmigrators. Of course, it does not rule out the possibility that the other party is playing a game of old yin.

Of course, in Su Jin's view, this possibility is not high. After all, in the question just now, the care for the adopted daughter is difficult for a transmigrator to do.

A normal transmigrator who adopts a daughter is indistinguishable from adopting a lover.

Satirizing most of his colleagues, Su Jin, with envy and jealousy, invited a reply on the question invitation: "Did you not read what I wrote before?"

The world of the Blade of Ghost Slayer, in the Butterfly House.

Under the tense gaze of Chana Butterfly, the diary automatically turned over another page without wind.

Then on the new page, a black handwriting appeared.

【Didn't you read what I wrote before? 】

Butterfly Chanahui paused for breath, and after a few seconds of silence, she held Chanel in one hand and the handle of the knife in the other, and approached the diary.

Then, that line of black writing appeared in Butterfly Chanahui's eyes, making her slightly stunned.

At this time, Chanel, who was pulled into his arms, looked at the diary with empty eyes, and said in an emotionless tone: "Blank diary...?"

"Blank? Isn't there words on it, Chanel?"

Butterfly Chanel was stunned for a moment, and then she understood.

The problem is not with her adopted daughter, but herself.

Li Hua Luo Chanel is not a child who can lie, more precisely, she can't even lie now.

Thinking of this, Butterfly Chanel was inexplicably sad, but she quickly suppressed this thought and turned to the diary.

'I can see, but Chanel can't, how can the ghost's blood ghost art be able to do this? ’

With such doubts in mind, and at the same time incomprehensible to the oni's delay in attacking, Butterfly Kanae pulled out the dagger and turned the diary a page with the blade.

That cautious appearance is like a little girl who is looking at the rag doll in the doll machine and trying to control the rocker.

The page flipped, and soon came to Su Jin's reply just now.

Butterfly Chanahui watched carefully while remaining vigilant, and then there seemed to be a question mark on her head.

"Do ghosts still know how to raise children? And what does thank you and anonymity mean? Isn't there a Chinese character for 'Su Jin' at the top? It seems to be the name of a Chinese person across the sea..."

She thought for a while, as if she had never heard of people from the Celestial Dynasty in the ghost, she hesitated for a while, picked up the pen, flipped through the diary, and wrote another line:

"Who are you? What's the purpose of finding me?"

"Also, take the liberty to ask, is it your blood ghost technique to write in the diary?"

"What the hell?" Su Jin was stunned when he saw these replies.

This is Mr. Ghost again, and it is blood ghost art. What does it mean?

Wait a minute, diary? Forum, does it look different in front of different people?

Su Jin pondered for a while, and the brain in the strengthening of Godhead turned rapidly.

However, at this moment, in his mind, the words ghost, blood ghost art, and Chanel were mixed together, and then the impression of a new show called "Ghost Slayer" that he had seen in his previous life began to emerge.

In my impression, it seems to be an animation of a group of people who slaughtered man-eating evil spirits during the Taisho year of the island country.

Chanel seems to be the name of one of the characters in it, and it is suspected to be one of the heroines.

And the person who adopted Chanahu was an important figure in the Blade of Ghost Slayer, a girl named Butterfly Ninja.

Thinking of this, Su Jin hesitated and replied on the forum: "Butterfly tolerance?"

Butterfly Chanel in front of the diary is stunned.

"How the **** do you know my sister's name?"

The next second, she frowned, wondering if her sister had been targeted by some powerful ghost recently.

However, this is also normal, her sister is also a ghost killer, and she is not at home today because she is on a mission to kill ghosts.

But the tone of this question? Could it be that this ghost has not locked her sister? So are trying?

Thinking of this, Chana Butterfly hesitated for a moment, and then wrote in the diary: