Chapter 27 Death Is Knocking on the Door!

"Don't guess. I like to talk but don't talk."

Aizen's face was expressionless, and he had no interest in playing word games with someone.

Although Kisaragi didn't answer directly.

But with Aizen's understanding of this guy, there is a high probability that he can do it.

Gather the souls of the deceased, make them reappear in this world, and then have a conversation.

Is this the power of Mimi Haki?

Or is it related to Ru Yueming?

Countless thoughts swirled and intertwined in his mind until his attention was drawn to someone again.

"Heh, you don't think you'll be cleared if you die, do you?"

Under Aizen's stunned gaze, Kisaragi Akira moved the red altar table directly in front of the death god's corpse.

The incense candles are lit, the bells are shaken, and the teacups are filled with water.

"In the name of Ruyue Palace Secretary, I offer sacrifices to the one-eyed god Mimihaki..."

Ru Yueming's ten fingers kept flying like butterflies, making strange and sacred handprints one after another. While mumbling words in his mouth, he also meditated on the object of sacrifice in his heart.

Aizen watched calmly, trying to understand this unique way of worshiping in his own way.

His spiritual pressure was released, covering the entire area.

At this moment, Aizen's spiritual pressure perception was magnified to the limit, capturing any changes that might appear in the air.

The spirit is flowing, like water, like the breeze, like the bright moon...

etc!

Aizen widened his eyes slightly and noticed something strange.

As the sacrificial ceremony progresses, it seems that there is some invisible force that keeps the decomposed souls of the dead still in their current state, and finally gathers them in the clear water of the teacup.

He tried to capture the source of this power.

When he followed the weak fluctuations to trace the source, he was shocked to find that with his current spiritual pressure, he could not trace it back to its end.

The power is like a thread, endless, reaching the far east.

Aizen narrowed his eyes slightly and looked in the direction where the power disappeared, probably having an idea in his mind.

In the Nigu area, there is a single-eyed temple.

Just when he was trying to trace the origin, Kisaragi Ming had already taken care of the spirit son who had defected from the God of Death.

A face of horror mixed with disbelief appeared in the water of the tea cup, scurrying around like a headless fly, trying to escape from this cage-like restraint.

However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't escape from it.

"I'm very curious as to what your motive was for committing such a serious crime."

I saw Ru Yueming put her finger into the tea cup.

In just a moment, his brows went from frowning to frowning more and more tightly, until his two eyebrows were almost connected together.

"It really is……"

"He is extremely insane."

Ruyue Ming casually shattered the cup, scattering the spirit seeds collected in it, completely ending Scarface's life.

"He killed an entire family just because of a quarrel."

Aizen raised his eyebrows slightly, but there was no surprise on his face.

In his opinion, there are many evil deeds in this world.

A person like Scarface, who kills his whole family at the slightest disagreement, is not too uncommon in the records of Soul Society.

When a person has power that does not match his own will, his mentality often undergoes subtle changes.

Good or evil is just a matter of a thought.

"Okay, now that we know the crime and the murderer has been killed."

Ru Yueming clapped her hands and began to pack up her crime tools.

From incense candles to rattles, they are all rewards obtained through daily signing. Although they are not very useful, they are definitely high-quality products compared with similar products on the market.

It is worth mentioning that rewards obtained like this can be placed in the exclusive space of the system.

Of course, this is limited to dead things.

Like the hare he drew a few days ago, there was no way to store it.

In desperation, he could only slaughter it and eat several large bowls of rice with tears in his eyes.

Aizen has long been accustomed to Kisaragi Akira's behavior.

Putting the scented candle rattle in your pocket without any heaving is just child's play.

He had seen this guy Ruyue Ming take out a brand new bed set from his crotch before.

Although he didn't understand how he stuffed it in, Aizen had made up his mind and would never touch Akira Kisaragi's things easily.

Who knows where this crazy guy would have put those things before.

Withdrawing Scarface's Zanpakutō, the two of them cleaned up the scene, and then prepared to return the way they came.

This task is not too difficult. Even if it is handled by other elite academy students, it can be completed. It will be a little troublesome at most.

The difference between ordinary Death Squadron soldiers and elite academy students is not that big.

Of course, the gap with Akira Kisaragi and Aizen is a bit exaggerated.

The burst of spiritual pressure alone is not something that ordinary Shinigami can contend with.

"Soyousuke, let's go."

Kisaragi Akira glanced at Aizen, who was still observing the surroundings, and urged: "Time waits for no one. If you go back earlier, you can still catch up with dinner at Mao's cafeteria."

“We have special tofu dishes tonight!”

Aizen glanced sideways at Kisaragi Akira, turned around and followed without saying anything.

This guy can't remember the course schedule or theoretical knowledge, but he remembers the weekly menu of Zhenyang Canteen clearly.

Maybe, this is talent.

"I don't know if it's my imagination."

Aizen and Akira Kisaragi walked side by side on the empty street and said calmly:

"This mission seems not as simple as it seems."

Kisaragi Ming waved his hand, slapped Aizen on the shoulder, and said carelessly:

"There are so many twists and turns."

"The deaths of civilians are not uncommon in Rukongai."

“Only the top ten neighborhoods can maintain a stable life.”

Having said this, Ru Yueming raised the corner of her mouth slightly: "And this is what the common people yearn for the most..."

Hearing this, Aizen nodded.

Like Kisaragi Akira, he is also a commoner born and raised in Rukongai, so he naturally knows the "rules" here.

Compared to the area where the nobles live, Rukongai in the back is more like hell...

However, when the two figures disappeared one after another at the end of the street.

There was a faint shimmer on the empty ground, and the place where there was supposed to be nothing was instead hazy.

It's as if the picture has been painted with a layer of white mosaic...

The two of them were not traveling slowly.

Even faster than when we arrived.

Aizen was a little puzzled, but he could only attribute the reason to the guy next to him and wanted to seize the time to go back to work.

After leaving Zendingji Temple area, Kisaragi Ming's progress slowed down instantly.

He clenched his hands slightly, looked at Aizen next to him with lingering fear, and whispered:

"You should have noticed it too, right?"

"Is Reiko's abnormality?" Looking at the strange expression he had never seen before, Aizen frowned and asked in confusion.

Kisaragi Akira shook his head, looked back towards Zenjoji Temple behind him, and murmured:

"No!"

"It's the smell of death..."