Through the daily life of Ghost Slayer

Chapter 73 The Memories of Sadajuro
The village chief's face changed suddenly, he stared at Zhang Xie, speechless, half paid, pointed out the door again, and said coldly: "Go out."

Zhang Xie's eyes followed his fingers, but his feet seemed to have taken root, and they were stuck on the ground and did not move.

The village head was a little sullen, and the jade bong slammed heavily on the table with a crackling sound. The bong shook slightly. The village head immediately took the bong back and held it in his hand. Look, the bong was not damaged at all, so he breathed a sigh of relief. , the tense face did not relax, and the small eyes glowed coldly, and they kept wandering around Zhang Xie.

"Village Chief, I guessed right. Now we can help you solve this problem. We just need to stay with us. Why not do it?" Normally, Zhang Xie would leave immediately, but now it is different, he stared at The eyes of the village head did not flinch.

The village chief's face flickered from bright to dark, from blue to white, sighed lightly, took a puff of the cigarette, slowly exhaled the white smoke, raised his eyelids to look at Zhang Xie's expression, one puff was not enough, he took another puff, his face paled slightly Hong, he said dejectedly: "It's useless to talk, anyway, you guys leave quickly, or I'll drive you away with a hoe."

Zhang Xie was helpless for a while, and couldn't make sense with the village head, so he got up, and the tables and chairs ping-pong, and the village head immediately stood up and stared at Zhang Xie.

Zhang Xie smiled, got up too hastily, and accidentally knocked down the chair. After straightening himself upright, he bowed slightly to express his apology, and said in a low voice, "Then don't bother me."

The village chief's eyes changed slightly. He thought that Zhang Xie's attitude was tough and it would take some time, but he didn't expect that he would compromise so quickly, and he went up to him with a complicated expression.

Zhang Hexie wanted to leave, turned around at the door, and took a deep look at the village chief.

The villagers of Wuying Mountain Village waited outside the door for a long time, some were impatient, and some were still immersed in the beauty of the village and could not extricate themselves. When they saw Zhang Xie, they swarmed up with anticipation in their eyes.

Zhang Xie waved his hand and walked out first.

The villagers followed reluctantly, wondering to themselves what this meant.

"Benefactor, what's going on?" The straw hat villager thought of the beautiful girl, and wished he could drag Zhang Xie back.

About to leave the gate of the village, the villagers were unwilling and looked back one after another. Through the fence, they could only see dark shadows and sporadic green.

"Let's go out first, and then make plans." Zhang Xie said flatly, no matter how hard the straw hat villagers tried, he never spoke again.

Outside the small village, next to the grape trellis.

Zhang Xie found Zhen Juro, who was squatting and watching butterflies.

His sallow face was calm and concentrated, his eyes were shining, his lips moved slightly, and he muttered something. He suddenly got up, squatted down, and sat down, his fingers went up and down, not disturbing the butterfly, and he didn't know what he was gesticulating.

"Why don't you go in?" Zhang Xie asked curiously. This kind of peach blossom garden is everyone's dream. He only walked around inside and then came out.

Sensing someone, Sadajuro turned around and saw Zhang Xie, smiling.

"It's what you said, and it's true that he was hit by a bandit, and it was from Hengtian's lineage." Zhang Xie admired him.

When entering the small village, Sadajuro grabbed Zhang Xie, pointed at the fence and said, "There is something strange here. These black ash are like traces of lead bullets."

Zhang Xie had never touched a gun in his previous life, and he knew nothing about bullets in his previous life. He looked at the fence, reached out to touch it, and put it to his nose to smell it. Ink, nothing abnormal was seen until the end.

Sadajuro lowered his voice: "I suspect this is a mark made by bandits."

"Bandits?"

Sadajuro nodded, his sallow face flickering in the sunlight.

"I heard that bandits mark a certain village before they rob them. They are organized and cunning. Marking is for the purpose of positioning, and the second is to show off their prestige. Tell other bandits that this is a site that I value. , and the third is for investigation, they keep coming to the village to investigate the situation, and after confirming that it can be done, they will bring a large number of people to rob money and food."

Sadajuro explained it in great detail. Zhang Xie had never been exposed to this knowledge before. When he heard it for the first time, he immediately became interested. He straightened his back and did not blink his eyes.

Seeing that Zhang Xie was so interested, Zhenjuro was happy to continue talking.

"Wuyingshan Mountain Village has a special geographical location. With the prestige of Wuyingshan Mountain, it has never been patronized by bandits for hundreds of years." Speaking of this, Zhenjuro is very proud.

"Although our village has never been visited by bandits, I have known about it in other villages before," Sadajuro raised his head at a 45-degree angle, his eyes flashing with memories, "At that time, I was only 16 years old, and You are about the same age, and you go to work as a helper in another village."

Helpers can get wages, although it is not much, but it is enough for rural people. When he was young, Sadajuro had a wild temper, and he wanted to make a living in all over the world. If he wanted to make a name for himself, he had to leave Wuying Mountain.

The elders and fellow villagers took turns to persuade him to stay. He was as stubborn as a cow, and no one could keep him. He packed up and saluted, and brought a small cloth bag wrapped in a few pieces of dry biscuits and a few changes of clothes. hit the road.

A month later, he was so hungry that he finally crawled to a small village. He wanted to beg for a drink, but a kind family member kept him, gave him food and clothing, and let him work as a helper.

Room and board are included, and the wages are one yen per month.

Tejuro stayed happily. His hard work was quickly appreciated by his employer, and his salary was increased from one yen to two yen.

Two years passed in a flash, his pockets gradually bulged, and he felt heavy with a padded cushion. He felt happy, so he had the idea of ​​going out to the city to do business.

He found out that going out from here will take about three months to a town called Magomeju, where there are many people and businesses, and it is very lively during the day and brightly lit at night. It is a place full of gold, and you can make a lot of money by selling a little effort. great place.

That night, he left as soon as he wanted to. After packing his luggage, he went to say goodbye to his employer. On the way, he saw torches all over the mountains and plains lighting up the clouds in the sky.

Screams, shouts, begging for mercy, and wailing all rushed towards him like a flood of beasts and got into his brain. His mind was confused and he couldn't tell the difference between east, west, and north, but his feet had self-consciousness, numbly. Go forward.

The cold night wind poured into his neck, he didn't feel cold, the cold sword gleamed his eyes, he didn't blink, maybe it was God's favor, no fist fell on him, no knife fell on his head, and no A person noticed him, and he took advantage of the night, hidden among the dancing torches, walked out of the village, stood on the hillside, and fell powerlessly.

After that, he didn't go back to that village again, and he didn't have the idea of ​​going to Magongju to do great things, so he returned to Wuying Mountain Village in despair.

After more than 40 years, he recalled it as fresh as if it were yesterday.

"The bandit has ruined my life." Sadajuro let out a heavy and long sigh.

"They are from the Yokota lineage, notorious bandits who kill without batting an eyelid. The marks they make are characteristic and easy to identify," Sadajuro pointed to the fence. Like Chinese characters earth characters."

(End of this chapter)