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

These figures are all strange and strange, and there is almost no similarity between them.

But in the eyes of ordinary people, these monsters undoubtedly exude a bloodthirsty and ferocious aura.

In the eyes of the Secretary, these are just a group of kindergarten kid who haven't experienced much "beating".

"Here comes the new guy."

In the center of the field, a ghost who was covered in armor and had a short knife pinned to his waist, who looked a bit like a warrior, spoke.

"There are many humans behind him."

"It's his food, he is really a guy who knows how to breed."

Another voice sounded, and the words were full of ridicule towards humans.

This is a bloated ghost whose whole body is almost covered with fat.

Now he is opening his mouth, eating something with relish.

And at his feet, a beautiful geisha has been disembowelled, and the internal organs have disappeared.

"Yeah, the flesh and blood of a young woman is delicious, tender and smooth."

Not far away, some young geisha in ragged clothes were frightened and cried when they saw this scene.

The place where they were was slaughtered by fat ghosts, and only this few people survived.

According to Fatty Ghost, the reason they are alive is because he thinks the taste of dead people is not very good.

When I feel a little hungry, I will randomly pick a "lucky guy".

After he was full, the fat ghost still tore the geisha's body into pieces and threw them to the other ghosts.

A ghost that looked like an ape turned red in its eyes when it saw the flesh and blood flying over.

He grabbed the severed arm and began to bite.

"Among us, you are the one who can eat people the most."

"Hehe, I'm sorry. After all, when I was still a human, I was a cook."

The other ghosts only cared about the flesh and blood in their hands and had no time to talk to him.

Only the samurai ghost was a little different. After taking the flesh and blood, although his body froze, he didn't swallow it directly.

Suppressing the hunger and greed in his heart, he said in a cold voice.

"Eat as soon as you eat, what nonsense, there are some guys, and the adult is not here."

As he spoke, he turned his gaze to the direction where the dog-headed ghost and the secretary were located.

"Ok?"

Sensing the gaze of the samurai ghost, Secretary Si mercilessly looked over as well.

The two eyes met in the air, but one of them was quickly defeated.

"This guy!"

Just by looking at it, the samurai ghost noticed that the secretary was not simple.

Although he was standing behind the dog-headed ghost, if he said that the secretary was a captured living slave, he wouldn't believe it even if he was beaten to death.

He knew the strength of the dog-headed ghost. Although it was considered good among these ghosts, it was not qualified to capture such a strong person.

He had never seen a strong man of this level.

Even Mr. Imura, whom I was lucky enough to meet once, did not put as much pressure on me as that man!

That kind of flame hidden under the human skin is enough to burn himself to ashes!

That being the case, why did the secretary appear here.

"Could it be that?!"

A drop of cold sweat broke out, and a guess that he couldn't believe came to the head of the warrior ghost.

That human being wants to wipe out these ghosts like himself.

"How dare he!"

Roaring in his heart, the samurai ghost felt a little nervous at this moment.

"Even the pillars of the ghost hunters in the past can't kill us so many ghosts!"

Being able to become Di Cai's subordinates and being assigned to perform tasks, these ghosts are quite capable.

Some of them even have the strength of the lower string level.

This warrior ghost is one of them.

But at this moment, his down-string strength did not bring him the slightest sense of security.

Staring at the secretary, he watched the other's every move.

Every step the opponent took seemed to shake his barely beating heart.

One step, two steps, three steps...

As the distance between them shortened, the warrior ghost's eyes widened.

Finally, the gobold ghost and secretary stopped.

"Yo, dog head, it's a bit late."

Squinting his eyes, the fat ghost glanced at the secretary behind the dog-headed ghost, and smiled.

"That guy behind you smells good, he'll give me a leg later."

"Ahaha, I think you brought a lot of "food" too, let's share it later."

After scanning all the ghosts present, the dog head ghost didn't have much smile on his face.

He didn't expect that there are far fewer ghosts here than he imagined.

Even the adult he was waiting for hadn't come yet.

Right now, I can only hope that Yu can delay for a while.

"How about this, I will take those human women and exchange this man with you, what do you think?"

Lie on the ground, the fat ghost then squirmed.

After approaching the secretary, his nose moved slightly, and an intoxicated expression appeared on his face.

"Ah, that's the feeling, it's great."

Agitated, his greasy face kept trembling, and even a lot of oil dregs flew around.

"I caught a total of seventeen humans, and if you exchange one, you've made a profit, how about it?"

A shrewdness flashed in his eyes, and the fat ghost seemed to be looking forward to this transaction.

The power of ghosts is inseparable from the number of people they eat.

In most cases, the more people eat, the stronger the strength.

Of course, the stronger the person who eats, the more nutrients they can provide, and the greater the help to ghosts.

Right now, the fat ghost seemed to have noticed the difference in the secretary's physique.

It could even be said that he already knew the secretary's "thin blood" physique.

Driven by greed, he made this "losing" transaction.

"Here, let me think about it..."

Instead of directly agreeing or refusing, the dog-headed ghost uttered something that did not qualify as a ghost.

Just when the fat ghost was a little anxious, the secretary spoke.

"After you completed the mission, are these the only people who survived?"

"It's like this over there."

Responding subconsciously, the fat ghost said curiously.

"The other people should have killed more people than me. I guess there are no survivors."

As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed something was wrong.

How did the man in front of him know that they had a mission.

"Hey, dog head, are you..."

With a loud shout, the fat ghost wanted to question the dog-headed ghost.

But before he could finish speaking, a light shone in his eyes.

Above the light of the knife, there was a flame that he had never felt before.