Go To Hell Together

"Ha! King Yan Mo really prefers Lord Guideng and has four days of paid vacation! Everything is on my body!"

The silver-haired girl bulged her cheeks, and the snapdragon ball-point pen in her hand kept poking the note book, which recorded what Ghost Lantern had done before going to Australia.

Turning her head to look at the pink Santuchuan that seems to be described as an undercurrent surging, the girl took a few deep breaths and then turned her gaze back to the old lady in front of her.

When the other person saw her, they would never describe it as kindness. When I recalled that King Yan Mo cried and handed this matter to her, I could already think of the ending like this, so this matter was handed over to the ghost lamp. It's the best to do it!

Paid holidays are really good, Lord Ghost Deng must have bribed King Yan Mo with a gift, otherwise why would he give him a holiday.

"Duoyipo, about the rent increase... As expected, I will discuss with you after Lord Ghost Lamp comes back!"

After successfully returning this incident to the hands of the ghost lamp, the girl looked a little happy and poked the snapdragon on the ballpoint pen several times.

"Master Nara, King Yan Mo has something to do with you."

The kid here is Tang Gua who has just become a jailer. The little guy has a pair of small horns on his head. Sometimes when Nara sees him, she stretches out her hand and rubs the other's fluffy hair. But today, when she saw this little guy, her face was a little bit pale. not good.

"Tsk! The dead fat man really likes Mr. Ghost Deng the most."

"That Nara-sama...you just said [tsk], and it doesn't seem very good to say that King Yan Mo is a fat man. The most important thing is that this has nothing to do with King Yan Mo's love for Lord Ghost Lantern."

Tang Gua weakly spit out what he was thinking, mainly because the other party's words were too much.

"Who said that the fat man in my mouth is King Yan Mo?"

"..."

sorry! Huh!

This time, the good-natured King Yan Mo has a very important task to be completed by Nara. Because he has to hand over the heavy work to the ghost lamp every day, he can't bear it. In addition, there are indeed too many things recently. He decided to follow A group of talents were introduced in this world, and Nara fell to Nara as the candidate to bring talents to hell.

"Introducing talent? That's not bad."

After listening to the thoughts of her boss, Nara was very happy. She received the so-called talent information from the other party, and her face instantly turned black after seeing the above.

"This is clearly a trembling S! We already have such a trembling S from the Ghost Light Lord. If you have another one, you will surely be able to bear such a big body, Majesty?"

"1551! Boom! Boom!"

Nara waved the questionnaire in his hand, ignoring the cry of his immediate boss, and carefully read the information on it again.

He ruthlessly threw the questionnaire over the boss's head and roared: "He is the cadre of Port Mafia! Have you forgotten that the Dragon Head War suddenly flooded with a group of dead from hell, and we were so busy that we almost flew up? NS?"

"Well~Well~Nara-chan, don't be so angry."

King Yan Mo took down the questionnaire that was thrown on his face, still with the smile of an old man, his chubby face could even be described as naive.

Smoothing the already wrinkled questionnaire and pushing it back, the smile on his face became more obvious, "After the introduction of talents, you and the ghost lamp will not be so busy, right?"

"..."

Ah…

The sow wears a bra, one set after another.

Summer evenings always come late, and the afterglow of the sunset has not completely disappeared on this land. On some deserted streets, only the shadows of houses stretched by the setting sun can be seen. It is at this time that Nara airborne directly from hell. To this world.

Airborne and broke her leg. It turns out that she did indeed break her leg. Nara, who was lying on the corner of the street, looked blankly at the darkening sky. After coming out of the gate of hell, she lay here in this form. People told her why it was like this.

Taking out the photo of the mission target from his pocket, Nara looked at it carefully again.

It was a teenager who seemed to be just a teenager. He was at the junction of youth and youth. Underneath his fluffy black hair was his right eye entangled in bandages.

Ah, no, it should be said that this guy is covered with bandages and is wearing a black windbreaker.

I don't know why Nara's first reaction when seeing this guy's photo was that this guy was dressed like a good-looking clothes.

"Da da da!"

There was a rhythmic sound of footsteps from the depths of the alley, and Nara subconsciously looked over...

When Osamu Dazai returned from hanging, he ran into a...girl who was lying on the ground and unkempt.

However, he is not a charity, and he will not save another person meaninglessly. It can be said that he stepped past the girl with the broken leg without a pause.

"Mission target...locked!"

"!"

Osamu Dazai, who has officially become a cadre, felt for a moment that he was being targeted by maliciousness, which was the maliciousness of the hunters towards the prey.

Well~

Looking back again, the girl who had been slumped there and broke her leg was gone, leaving nothing but burning ashes on the ground.

ash?

Was it an illusion just now?