Ghost Slayer: The Great Swordsman System at the beginning, our teacher follows the country

One winter morning, Tanjiro, who has always been serious about his work, accidentally knocked over the bamboo basket containing the charcoal.

Black charcoal blocks fell all over the ground, painting his face black.

"Haha, Tanjiro, you can be careless sometimes."

Looking at Tanjiro with a face full of toner, who looked like Tanjiro who had just returned from Africa, the secretary laughed happily.

"It was just an accident, an accident!"

His face turned red, Tanjiro quickly picked up the charcoal and put it back in the bamboo basket.

Although the secretary gave them a lot of money before, the Zaomen family is not a "lazy" person.

No, the firewood was chopped and made a few days ago, and Tanjiro plans to sell it again today.

And when the children of Zaomen's family knew that Tanjiro was going to the town, they clamored that they should go with them.

"No, you can't keep up with Tanjiro at all, and he doesn't even pull the scooter today."

Hearing this, Kuizhi from Zaomen on the side quickly told them no.

Nezuko had just put her younger brother Rokuta to sleep, while Tanjuro was standing inside the house, weaving straw sandals.

The Zaomen family is very happy and harmonious.

At this time, the Secretary suddenly spoke.

"If you're going to town, I'll go with you."

"Hey, is Mr. Secretary going too?"

Hearing that the secretary was going to town, Tanjiro was a little surprised.

"Of course, it's almost the holidays, so I need to buy some gifts for you."

"No, no, absolutely no!"

Hastily waving his hand, Tanjiro signaled that the secretary didn't need to bother at all.

"I use it as I say, anyway, the money is in my hands."

Pretending to be angry, Secretary Secretary walked to his side and patted his back hard.

"Takeo, if you have anything you want, you can tell me."

With a slight smile, the secretary waved to the other children of Zaomen's family not far away, Zaomen Zhuxiong and others.

"Really, thank you, Mr. Secretary!"

Hearing this, Zhuxiong and the others trotted over immediately, and told the Secretary what snacks or toys he wanted.

But when she asked Nezuko, she said that she didn't need food or toys anymore.

"Then I'll buy you a new dress, how about pink?"

Touching his chin, the Secretary thought for a while before speaking slowly.

"I can't refuse, otherwise, I'll buy two."

Facing the secretary who "forced the gift", Nezuko blushed immediately.

"In that case, thank you Mr. Secretary."

Saying goodbye to the rest of Zaomon's family, Secretary Shu and Tanjiro walked towards the small town.

"Oh, isn't this the secretary and Tanjirou?"

In the process of entering the town to sell charcoal, the residents of the town greeted the two warmly.

"Hey, Granny Sang, how are you doing today?"

"Uncle Inoue, how is your injury?"

"Ozawa, you are still so naughty."

Faced with the warm greetings from the townspeople, the secretary naturally responded enthusiastically to them.

After Tanjiro helps a young man get rid of a crime he was framed for, the secretary separates from him.

After spending most of the day, he bought the promised gift and bought some other things according to his own ideas.

After meeting at the agreed meeting place, Secretary Shu and Tanjiro walked towards the mountain.

"God, it's getting late."

Looking up at the sun at dusk, Secretary Secretary said calmly.

"Let's go a little faster."

"Sorry, I wasted time."

Tanjiro lowered his head, with a look of embarrassment on his face.

It was all because of him, otherwise, they would have gone back at this time.

"It's okay, you are also here to help others."

Waving his hand, the Secretary signaled him not to take it to heart.

After walking for a while, a house appeared in front of the two of them.

"Isn't this Tanjirou, there is still a secretary, do you still want to go to the mountains?"

"Well, grandpa Sanlang, don't worry, I have a good nose and I won't get lost."

"I'm not worried about you getting lost."

With a serious face, Saburo's voice was a little low.

"At night, ghosts will appear."

The moment Sanlang said these words, the brows of the originally plain secretary frowned instantly.

After looking at the sun that had almost set, he looked at the mountains in the distance.

As early as when he entered the town, he felt a little familiar.

And now the appearance of Saburo made him confirm the doubts in his heart.

The townspeople who greeted each other, the young man who was framed for the cat, and Saburo who kept people away.

The combination of various elements is pointing to the same thing.

Today was the day he had been waiting for.

Glancing at the Secretary who suddenly made a big move, Saburo continued.

"Why don't you stay here tonight..."

"We can't live here!"

Interrupting his words, the secretary tore off the bamboo basket behind Tanjiro.

Stuffing the bags and bamboo baskets containing the gifts into Saburo's hands, Secretary Shu spoke quickly.

"Put these things here first, please take a look."

After finishing speaking, Secretary Secretary didn't wait for Saburo's reply, he pulled Tanjiro and ran out.

And Saburo stared at the secretary and Tanjiro who were going away, and froze there.

"Mr. Secretary, what's the matter with you?"

Being pulled by the secretary's arm, Tanjiro felt that his body was almost torn in two.

Rather than saying that he was running after him, it would be better to say that he was dragged away by the secretary.

"Remember what I told you, today is the day I've been waiting for."

With a serious expression, the secretary looked at Tanjiro, his eyes revealing an unprecedented solemnity.

"Listen, when you go back, stay in the house with your family, no matter what happens, don't come out."

"But……"

Tanjiro was about to say something when he was interrupted by the secretary.

"There is nothing but, you just need to know that this is a matter of your life, and I will not harm you."

Hearing what the secretary said, Tanjiro nodded without asking any more questions.

Looking at the secretary and Tanjiro who ran back, Aoie and Tanjuro's faces were full of doubts.

"It's too late to explain, just hide it!"

Pushing Tanjiro into the house, the secretary then slammed the door shut.

After finishing this, he brought a piece of wood and sat on it.

Looking straight ahead, looking at the only way up, the secretary didn't speak.

The night wind blows quietly, and the winter snowflakes float slowly.

Gradually, the noisy voices in the house also disappeared, leaving only deathly silence.

Pull out the sun wheel knife and insert it on the ground, and the Secretary crossed his hands together and put it on the handle of the knife.

After an unknown amount of time, a familiar aura suddenly appeared in his perception.

Guiwu Tsuji is miserable, coming.