Through the daily life of Ghost Slayer

Chapter 67 The Past of the Saint
She seemed to see herself wearing a saintess-specific robe, kneeling in front of the body of the previous saintess, tears streaming down her cheeks, and she could not repay her kindness. She swore secretly that she would stick to her duties as a saintess and protect all village people.

That year, she was 40 years old. As a saint, she seemed to be a little older, but she did not back down. Under the suspicious eyes of the whole village, she used thunderous means to fulfill the long-cherished wish that the previous saint could not fulfill, and made herself His prestige spread immediately in the village.

Hey!
The roar of the giant wolf pulled her back from her thoughts, and she looked up at this huge wolf monster that could easily crush her to death. She didn't flinch at all just like when she faced the questioning eyes of the villagers back then.

Crouching at the foot of the mountain god of Wuying Mountain, fearing the anger of the mountain god, is to save the lives of the entire village and maintain the peace of the village, but now she suddenly understands that the peace of the village will no longer exist, and the mountain god broke their agreement first.

In the past, she used her identity as a saint to maintain and build a bridge to communicate with the mountain gods. Now she also uses her identity as a saint to defend and fight.

The wolf king's cold eyes fell on the saint, and his dark golden eyes were full of disdain: "Agreement? Why did you make an agreement? Isn't it enough to keep you peaceful for hundreds of years? Ants, you want to be protected by the mountain god, and you can't help it." According to one's ability."

Taking advantage of the conversation between the wolf king and the saint, Zhang Xie asked Butterfly Ren and Ganlu Temple to leave quickly.

"Zhang Xiejun, what do you do? Let's go together." Ganlu Temple looked sad.

Butterfly pushed the Ganlu Temple reluctantly, and said anxiously: "Let's go together, it won't help if we stay here. Zhang Xie can get away by himself, but he can't do it if he takes us with him."

Ganlu Temple has a different idea from her. If you want to walk together, if you want to die together, how can you leave your own people behind and run away on your own. She insists on staying here to share troubles with Zhang Xie.

Zhang Xie frowned slightly, and said sharply: "Why are you so disobedient? I let you go, so you go!"

Ganlu Temple jumped in front of Zhang Xie with her big bright eyes and her hands behind her back. She tilted her head, and her big pink and green braids hung down and rested on her shoulders. They swayed slightly with her movements and she stared closely. Zhang Xie's eyes: "How can I leave you alone? Even though I know it's a trap, I still have to jump in with you. This is what I really want, otherwise what's the point of leaving a life?"

The playful and lovely appearance of Ganlu Temple made Zhang Xie reluctant to blame him. He scratched his hair and said helplessly: "Who said I am going to die? If you stay here, we will all die. If you leave here, I will be able to do it." escape."

Ganlusi nodded half-understood, but she still didn't want to leave, she always felt that it was wrong to leave like this, it was not in her character, not to mention she was still a pillar-level swordsman, how could she give up easily.

Butterfly leaned forward with a characteristic smile on his face: "Miss Ganlusi, what else can we do here besides distracting Zhang Xiejun?"

Butterfly Ren's words made Ganlu Temple fall into deep thought. After a while, she raised her head, her big braid was draped over her shoulders weakly, and even the color of the ends of her hair was dimmed a bit. Her eyes were already blurred with tears.

"I believe Zhang Xiejun will be able to escape, he is stronger than any of us." Butterfly Ren said firmly.

Ganlu Temple nodded and wiped away her tears. She raised her head slightly, and her big pink and green braids drew a graceful arc in the air, and fell heavily on her shoulders.

She walked slowly in front of Die Die Ren, lowered her head slightly, and stirred the corner of her clothes, but she stopped at Zhang Xie from the corner of her eye, looking secretly at her. When Zhang Xie looked at her, she immediately looked away, her face flushed.

"Zhang Xiejun, where shall we meet?" Ganlu Temple suddenly reached out and grabbed Zhang Xie's arm, staring into Zhang Xie's eyes expectantly.

"At the gathering place of the Ghost Killing Squad, I'll be back." Zhang Xie thought for a while, then withdrew his hand, "Hurry up!"

Butterfly Ren bowed gratefully to Zhang Xie. She turned the Nichirin Knife and adjusted the poison in the knife. Regardless of whether she knew how to use it, she would always subconsciously adjust the poison of the vine flower. This was a habit for many years.

"I believe in you, I firmly believe that the strength you possess is beyond our imagination." Butterfly Ninja raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and the smile on his face became even bigger, and the purple butterfly hair ornament trembled slightly.

"Thank you." Butterfly held back Ganlusi's hand, she turned around, and stepped forward firmly.

Ganlusi turned her head three times a step, her eyes were moist, two lines of tears couldn't stop flowing down, she stretched out her hand to wipe it, the tears couldn't stop even more, she simply let her tears, and soon wet the front of her clothes.

Zhang Xie couldn't bear to see this scene. He turned away and forced himself not to think too much. If he could go back alive, he would never be separated from Ganlu Temple again. In his mind, the voice, appearance and smile of Ganlu Temple were still vivid in his mind. Eyes, as if they are right in front of me, lingering.

Looking up again, the backs of Ganlu Temple and Butterfly Ninja were no longer visible. Zhang Xie finally felt relieved. Looking at the giant wolf monster tens of meters high, his expression became serious, and he would face an unprecedented predicament before him.

The saint's face was earthy, and she stared at the Wolf King with turbid eyes, and asked in disbelief: "Why? What on earth did the ancestors and the mountain god talk about back then? Why did the mountain god take the lead in breaking the agreement back then? I don't understand! I don't understand! "

The wolf king locked his eyes on the saint, and suddenly moved to the villagers who were supporting the saint. He sneered: "You are too weak, why does the mountain god waste time on a weak person? I dare not say the specific reason , but you just need to remember that your days are numbered."

The saint was unable to stand steadily and was about to fall. With the support of the villagers, she barely stopped. Her body was out of her control. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't make her stand more naturally. Her voice was trembling: " I didn’t expect, I didn’t expect, I set myself on fire and summoned the mountain god, I wanted to beg the mountain god’s forgiveness, I wanted to protect my village, but I messed up everything.”

Not far away, the quaint magic pattern is still shimmering, and the pentagram is slowly turning, exuding a heavy aura. The saint's eyes fell on the magic pattern, her eyes were full of anger with remorse.

The saint clenched the crutch in her hand tightly, and her finger joints made a creaking sound from the exertion. She didn't care until her nails dug deeply into her flesh, and the faint stinging pain brought her back to consciousness.

"Could it be that this is my destiny? Sister Hezi, I'm sorry for you, I failed to follow your last wish, I failed to protect the village." The muddy tears slipped down the criss-cross wrinkles, and she sobbed silently , his body fell limply, and with the support of the villagers, he did not kneel down to the ground.

(End of this chapter)