Through the daily life of Ghost Slayer

Chapter 57 Rescue
Zhang Xie didn't want to talk to this nagging old woman. They had just escaped from death on the mountain, and now they were allowed to go up the mountain again, not to mention that they couldn't save people, could they still go down the mountain alive.

Seeing that Zhang Xie ignored her, the old woman was even more annoyed. She slammed the cane on the ground with a muffled sound, making the villagers silent. The old ancestor lost his temper again, and they couldn't afford to offend them.

The old woman is not only a saint, but also has a high position, and is the oldest and the highest seniority in the village, so the people here are all her juniors, who would dare not obey her orders.

In this small mountain village, seniority is very important.

"Did you hear that? You need to take them up the mountain and ask the mountain god for forgiveness, otherwise you will disobey the mountain god, and the mountain god will punish us," the old woman shouted, her voice began to choke, she emphasized the word "us", that is to say to the villagers have to.

No one dared to disobey the mountain god, and no one dared to hand over the lives of the whole village. No matter who shoulders this heavy burden, everyone will be crushed, so the villagers all turned their attention to Zhang Xie. As soon as this young man came to the village , causing seven waves in the originally peaceful village, it depends on how he should deal with it now.

Zhang Xie felt that the old woman was too unreasonable to make trouble, and the existence of the mountain god was nonsense. What's more, the two were in danger now, and there was no way to recover if they were not careful. At this time, it was too late to go to Wuying Mountain to find the so-called mountain god.

But the old woman didn't listen to Zhang Xie's explanation. She slammed her crutches on the ground and cried bitterly: "Hundreds of years of foundation, hundreds of lives, don't you want to watch the mountain god condemn us and kill us?" Kill them all?"

The faces of the villagers changed greatly after hearing these words. They were old and young, and they didn't want to die like this. They came to persuade Zhang Xie to take two patients to Wuying Mountain to find the mountain god.

Zhang Xie was furious: "You are crazy, how could the mountain god save them? You are killing people like this."

Although they all sympathized with Nakamasa Murata and Masao Matsushita, the villagers shrank back when they wanted to risk their own lives. Let alone the same villagers, even if they were immediate relatives, they had to think carefully.

The villagers chattered and talked about their own family, while crying along with the old woman.

"If the mountain god blames us, we will definitely die!"

"You'd better take them up the mountain and let the mountain god decide whether to save them."

"We are a family of six, and our six lives are entrusted to you."

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The crowd started to make noise, and at the same time swarmed up, intending to take Butterfly Ninja's iron pot. The family who lent them the iron pot was almost buried in complaints, and now they hid aside, not daring to show up.

choke!The Sun Lun Knife was unsheathed, and the slender blade was like a silver thread, emitting a cold light in the sun. The blade slowly downwards, pointing straight to the ground, and the tip of the cold light trembled slightly, and the villagers' hearts also followed. Trembling, although the owner of the knife still had a smile on his face, there was a chill in his eyes.

"Which one of you is going to come forward? Who is going to take away my pot?" Butterfly smiled softly, the hand holding the knife turned slightly, and the tip of the knife drew a round circle on the ground, and the smell of wisteria flowers radiated from the circle.

The villagers immediately stepped back, and their gazes fell on the slender Japanese sword. Although it is not the era of the shogunate and the samurai class was abolished, the samurai class has left a deep imprint on these people. Seeing the samurai The knife still has lingering fears.

"You...you can't kill people at will, can you?" The old woman swallowed her saliva, and looked at Rilundao timidly. Although she didn't retreat, she obviously didn't dare to use force, and her voice trembled slightly, "You do this, but We will never allow you to do this because you are risking the lives of our entire village."

Butterfly ignored the old woman's words. She stared intently at the iron pot. The pot was boiling with thick smoke, and the sound of gurgling could be heard continuously, accompanied by the strong scent of medicine, permeating the air.

The fire is tormented for about 10 minutes, and it needs to be changed to a slow fire, and it needs to be boiled slowly. At this critical time, one must not take it lightly, waste the time, and waste a pot of soup medicine. Butterfly pays attention here, and Zhang Xie is responsible for dealing with those crying villagers.

"I promise you, I will help you, and when these two people are cured, I will go to the mountain god to make it clear." In desperation, Zhang Xie had no choice but to appease the emotions of the masses first, and then find another way.

The villagers obviously didn't want to believe it, and still insisted on not leaving. Before Zhang Xie was willing to bear the wrath of the mountain god, the villagers were very grateful and happy, but now, the villagers just want to send these plague gods away quickly.

Seeing that Zhang Xie couldn't deal with it, Ganlu Temple stood up suddenly, and the soft sun wheel knife drew deep marks on the ground. Under the huge force, the villagers were dumbfounded. The extremely sharp sun wheel knife seemed like Come alive, crawl on the ground nimbly, and quickly force the villagers away to make room for a wider space.

"We save people, but you don't know what to do. They are from your village. How can they be so ruthless?" Ganlu Si frowned slightly, and his tone was extremely unhappy. Well, it really worked just now. The villagers were silent and stared at Ganlu Temple in horror. This little girl who looked delicate was fiercer than a man.

The villagers retreated temporarily, still forming an encirclement circle, surrounded Zhang Xie and others from a distance, feeling unwilling, one or two people came from time to time, seeing that the lobbying was ineffective, they bowed their heads and left, and after a while, there would be another one or two people Come up with confidence.

"It's really annoying," Ganlusi couldn't help frowning. They were disturbed by the group of evil spirits on the mountain, and the villagers didn't know what to do. Ganlusi paced back and forth anxiously beside the iron pot.

"You dazzled my eyes," Butterfly Shinobi still chuckled nonchalantly on his face, and as he said, he took out a piece of firewood from under the iron pot, and the flame immediately shrank by half, jumped and licked , stroking the bottom of the iron pan, making a crackling sound.

Zhang Xie sat on the side, thinking about the mountain god, and the two villagers whose lives were hanging by a thread. The other party was in danger to save him. He doesn't know medicine, and he doesn't know how to treat it. If Die Die can't do anything, then he can't do anything.

Thinking of this, he frowned even tighter. The evil spirits on Wuying Mountain are unfathomably powerful. You can walk away, but these villagers will suffer.

Pillars have their own jurisdiction, so in general, not everyone will perform the same task. Now most of the power of Pillars has been taken away. Once they are restrained here, the lord will be vulnerable to danger. It is not ruled out here that it is a ghost dance Tsuji Wuchan designed it on purpose.

(End of this chapter)