hold on, i can

The arrangement is very good.

After all, ghosts are nocturnal creatures.

And if children want to grow taller, they must get more sun to promote calcium absorption.

Tong Mo initially thought that this was just nonsense.

"Are you serious, Yayoi?"

Yayoi Huakaiyuan looks like a worried old mother, worrying about her children, very much like the old mothers who have been brainwashed by advertisements such as Life X to supplement brain nutrition in those years.

"My lord Tong Mo, I have already inquired about it. Among the smuggled goods from the West, there are one or two books on medical skills that are also recorded."

Like a child about to be robbed of his favorite toy, Tong Mo is not satisfied with this answer.

How could Inosuke, who was almost the same as Kotoba and weaker than his mother, leave his sight?

Huakaiyuan Yayoi patiently listened to Tong Mo's thoughts.

I feel that the dog is really worthless than the boss.

Did Tong Mo really not realize that he was actually the biggest evil factor affecting Inosuke's physical and mental health?

Facts have proved that Tong Mo really doesn't have this awareness.

Tong Mo was still stubbornly resisting, "There are many believers in the Bliss Sect, so you can take Inosuke to bask in the sun."

Kakaiin Yayoi breathed out lightly, "But none of them know how to breathe."

"Oh?" On the night when Qin Ye escaped, although Tong Mo was immersed in the classic plot of the idiot and the resentment, he also felt the faint aura of blood ghost art coming from Yayoi's room in Huakaiyuan.

It's Naruto.

Then when he came back from the firework festival, Inosuke, who was full of energy, was carried back by Yayoi that day.

Been groggy and unconscious.

As a person who has been working for capitalism since he was a child, he finally died, traveled to another world, and started his life from the beginning, holding a good hand.

Finally, he changed from a wage earner under capitalism to an aristocratic class, able to enjoy life openly and aboveboard.

It turned out that none of this had anything to do with Yayoi Hanakaiin.

There was no time for Yayoi to have fun at all.

By the time he took over, the original body had already completely beaten the double king, four two and two wins with closed eyes.

The same is the Heianjing sick beauty duo.

Look at Boss Scrap, and then look at the original body.

Yayoi Hanakain felt a little tired.

What's more tiring is that I have to deal with the dogbi in front of me who insists on breaking the casserole and asking the end.

"Master Wu Mi can't wait any longer."

Yayoi Hanakaiin has always known about it.

The relationship between the Yashiki family, the head of the Ghost Killing Squad, and Muyou.

Strictly speaking, they were a family thousands of years ago.

According to the complicated and complicated ancient rituals in the big family.

Oni Wu Tsuji Mucan is regarded as the head of the contemporary Ubuyashiki family and the ancestor of Ubuyashiki Mitsuya.

Because the family bred extremely evil ghosts, the boys of the Yashiki family did not live long.

The purple-brown markings, like curses, would slowly take away his life.

Even so, they still have to correct this mistake.

Not only to understand the tragic fate of the Ubayashiki family, but also to prevent anyone from being hurt.

Onimai Tsuji is also tired of this cat-and-mouse game.

400 years ago, even the Ghost Killing Squad was not a thing.

It's just a reckless man wielding a sun wheel knife.

They said that for the sake of righteousness, in order to prevent more people from suffering misfortune, they rushed forward one by one beyond their capacity.

Then they all died.

until that man shows up.

He is obviously a monster who doesn't even understand why people's hearts are!

But he is the chosen son of heaven, like the darling of God, who created the breathing method.

This kind of stunt, and he didn't care about it.

The nightmare era of Oni Wu Tsuji has come.

Whether it is the blue higan flower that you can't ask for, or the Ubuyashiki family who can't wait to kill you soon, Twelve Ghost Moon can't find it for the boss.

He even wanted some trash, and was touched by the Ghost Killing Squad, almost exposing his existence!

As a salted fish social animal, Yayoi felt that he was quite able to understand the boss.

After all, the stronger the oni is, the more he needs the blood of Oni Wu Tsuji.

For ghosts, the blood of the ghost king is like a catalyst, or a 99-level experience ball in one second.

May I ask, who doesn't want to have the pleasure of abusing food for a second?

There are gains and losses.

Behind the great power is the sacrifice of the qualifications of being born as human beings.

The sun abandoned the inhuman monster, and could only live under the silver moon until it turned into decay and went to hell to pay for this sin.

Inhuman monsters want to stand under the sun.

Even Oni Wu Tsuji is not exempt.

After gradually recovering his body and even possessing near-invincible strength, the greedy ghost longed to conquer the sun.

I have been looking for the blue flowers of the other side for thousands of years, but so far I only think of them as misty blue smoke, which will disperse when the wind blows.

It is only natural that the crumb boss will be dissatisfied.

The head office wants money for money, and resources for resources. As a result, it took hundreds of years, and the employees didn't know how many rounds they changed. Only one business requirement was not fulfilled. Wave after wave of experience?

It took hundreds of years for the subordinates to find the base camp of the hostile company, but there was no progress at all.

If it were you, wouldn't you be angry?

Tong Mo tapped on the fan bone and protested, "You can't blame me for this, I have mobilized my disciples, but no one knows what the blue Bianhua looks like."

Even the existence of this legendary plant needs a question mark.

Kakaiin Yayoi: "Yes, I know."

So, go and tell Boss Xiao about this.

Tong Mo: "..."

This is also unnecessary.

"But what does that have to do with Inosuke?"

"Can you teach Inosuke how to breathe?"

Tong Mo couldn't understand, he pointed to the little fat man who still didn't know the dangers of the world, "Isn't the huge Bliss Cult not enough?"

"Inosuke will pass the assessment of the Demon Slayer Squad." Kakaiin Yayoi said.Say an established fact, "He will slay evil spirits and get the Sun Wheel Saber."

"Become Zhu's stepson, kill the twelve ghost moons, and become Zhu."

As the topic of Kakaiin Yayoi deepened, Tong Mo's eyes became brighter and brighter, he already knew everything.

At the succession ceremony of becoming a pillar, the current Patriarch Ubuyashiki, who is the spiritual leader of the Demon Slayer Squad, will definitely attend.

Tong Mo asked: "Is this the meaning of Master Wu Mi?"

The flowers bloomed, but Yayoi smiled and said nothing.

Don't use too much power when a fox pretends to be a tiger.

Of course Tong Mo didn't have the slightest suspicion.

After all, if he really pursued it, in the past few decades, because of all kinds of interesting objects from the West, he seems to have completely forgotten the task of finding the blue Bana flower.

Slightly still a little modest.

In this regard, he still has one last question, "Yayoi, is this the reason why you sold Inosuke?"

He saw the mountain instrument that belonged to Wulian Mountain in the baggage that Yayoi packed.

Kakaiin Yayoi suddenly showed a bright smile, "After all, I am different from you, Mr. Tong Mo. I have a little more friends."

This is such a sweet trouble~

The author has something to say:

Second brother: ... I feel a little offended

And I'm sorry, the salted fish was a little dizzy yesterday, after eating Sanjiu, I fell asleep quickly

☆、The sixth day of being disliked

Although she was dispatched abroad, Kakaiin Yayoi has always been very clear about it.

After all, if you try to figure out the same person for hundreds of years, or even thousands of years, you can figure it out.

Without him, only Shu Er.

Although Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi is scumbag, there is one thing that is quite good.

Perhaps it has become a nearly eternal existence. After all these years, his perception of the passage of time has become slower and slower.

One year or five years seemed like just a number to him, and he didn't need to pay too much attention to it.

So although Yayoi was asked to learn the nail spirit under the model worker's school, the journey was really far away.

It takes a little time, but it is understandable.

After all, if a wage earner like him took the train to Natian Spider Mountain, he would not be able to pay his official account.

What a terrible thing that is.

Yayoi thought.

Travel at public expense is not reimbursed.

As expected of you, boss crumbs.

He walked west all the way, made a detour on the way, and went to Purgatory House.

Mrs. Liuhuo's health is not very good, and this time she got a mountain treasure of excellent quality from the mountain owner.

After all, he ate so many baked sweet potatoes from Purgatory.

Kakaiin Yayoi has never been a ghost who takes advantage of small things!

It's just that when he reached the entrance of the village, he saw a white banner hanging in front of the originally splendid Purgatory House from a distance.

There was the sound of a woman crying and the smell of burning paper money.

Huakaiyuan Yayoi stopped the woman who was carrying fresh river fish to sell in the market, in exchange for some coins to supplement her family.

The yellow and thin woman who is crushed by the burden of life is very impatient.

If you go to West Market late, you won't have a good seat.

She was about to swear, and she showed the courage to fight with the neighbor's family for the ownership of the persimmon tree in the two walls.

But when he saw the boy's appearance, he was slightly taken aback.

Under Lang Lang's daylight, the boy holding a black cloth oil-paper umbrella has fair skin, only the corners of his eyes seem to have secretly painted red grease on his mother's dressing table.

It outlines a goose tail, which seems to be a ghost coming out of a ghost novel.

As soon as it appears, it catches people's attention.

Then he noticed the boy's clothes.

It is a material that has never been seen before, but when you see it, you know it is very expensive.

The woman's originally fluttering heart retreated again.

She tried her best to keep her spirits up, but subconsciously brushed back her straw-like hair, and wiped her fishy hands on her coarse clothes in embarrassment.Immediately after reacting, he looked annoyed.

She only has this one piece of clothing that can barely be passed on. If it gets dirty, she doesn't even have a change of clothes.

But in front of boys, women are always embarrassed, as if they were back in their teenage years, and they would walk by the window of her house for the boy they admired, subconsciously freshen up, and use it from the corner of the bottomed-out powder box. The slender pinky nail picks out a little powder and dresses up.

Even if she always knew that the upright young man had never looked up at the girl in front of the window.

But that joy never belonged to whether the boy raised his head or not.

As long as that handsome young man walked past her window today, it would be enough joy.

The fish seller: "What's the matter?"

Yayoi Kakaiin found a small section of wild ginseng from her backpack, as compensation for delaying the woman's work.

The fish seller took over the ginseng whiskers, so her attitude became more gentle, "Xiao Lang wants to know about the Purgatory family?"

Kakaiin Yayoi smiled shyly and nodded, "I have received the favor of the young master of the Purgatory family. I am passing by this time, and I am planning to visit and send a wild ginseng to Mrs. Purgatory."

The fish seller took a long look at the mountain ginseng, which was carefully kept in a box by the young man, and was of high quality, with a faint human silhouette, and knew that what the young man said was true.

Therefore, he held the ginseng in his arms even tighter.

This is a priceless good thing, and it may even save a life if necessary.

"It's such a pity. Just two days ago, Mrs. Purgatory just went."

Yayoi Kakaiin frowned, but didn't say much after all, thanked the woman, and didn't plan to pay homage to the lady during the day.

The fish seller carried wild ginseng silk in her arms, and left the fish crate in the house of acquaintance, "Jiutai, I suddenly remembered that I forgot to turn off the stew stove at home. I will leave the things here for a while, and I will go back."

He casually stuffed a piece of turbid maltose to the child named Jiutai, "Help me keep an eye on the fish basket."

The woman hurried home to put the wild ginseng in a proper place.

It's just that the handsome young man just now doesn't know which girl will be taken advantage of by then.

Wait, what does that young man look like?

Why can't she remember.

Yayoi Hanakaiin couldn't understand.

The old servant of the purgatory family knew the boy who came to pay his condolences in the evening.

Although the master's house was not there, the young man was an old acquaintance of the wife, so the old servant invited the young man into the house on his own initiative.

Yayoi asked, "Was Mrs. Ruho in pain when she left?"

The old servant replied: "Madam was very peaceful when she left."

It's like just falling asleep and going on another beautiful date in your sleep.

"That's it."

"Yes, please don't be too sad." The old servant put down the crude tea and walked out respectfully.

After his father learned of his mother's death, the burning flame on his body became dim.

He began to indulge in the sedation of alcohol.

Xing Julang, who was fishing with Yayoi half a year ago, has grown up rapidly.

As the eldest son, he will take care of everything in the family when his father is depressed.

"Xing Jurou has changed a lot." Yayoi looked at the half-grown boy who had become more stable and said.

Purgatory Xingshoulang: "Thank you for the compliment."

"Yayoi is a samurai, right? Can you teach me swordsmanship?"

Although it was very abrupt, Purgatory Xingshourou couldn't find anyone to turn to.

On the night before his mother left, the father, who was leading a team to kill ghosts thousands of miles away, seemed to have a feeling, and desperately wanted to rush back, but happened to be hit by the ghost's blood ghost technique.

If it wasn't for the water column desperately pulling him back, Purgatory Makijuro might have died.

But Shuizhu was injured and had to retreat from the front line.

Purgatory Makijuro couldn't shake off this huge self-blame.

Compromised companions were injured and retired.

The wife was not able to see the last side.

In the end, there was no one to protect the Sun Wheel Knife he was after.

He is such a useless father.

"Xing Shoulang give up, there is a huge barrier between geniuses and mediocrities."

It is a barrier that mortals cannot overcome anyway.

Purgatory Xingshoulang then began to search for the flame breathing method handed down by his family.

It's just that he lacks the guidance from his elders, and he can only have a half-knowledge of many moves, and even guess and imagine.

The ancestors once wrote in the book that there is a moon in this world, and the sun and the moon blend, and they will never blend.

Only this sentence, Xing Shoulang could not understand.

"Why is this sentence mentioned in the ancestor's breathing method?"

Kakaiin Yayoi: "Mind if I look through it?"

Purgatory Xingshoulang spread out the ancient books generously, "Of course not."

No matter which method of breathing is passed on, there is absolutely no desire to hide private things.

Before Guiwu Tsuji was beheaded by the sword, one more person who learned the method of breathing would have more hope of winning.

It's been that way for hundreds of years.

After roughly flipping through a thin volume of ancient books, Yayoi Kakaiin snorted softly and murmured, "This is really a great irony, Mr. Hei Si Mou."

Xing Julang blinked, "Yayoi, what were you talking about just now?"

"I just remembered the story that flowed out of the mountains a long time ago, the story about the sun and the moon."

Abandoning the sun and the moon, heading for the eternal darkness, but being remembered by the stars in this way.

"This is a very long story. It can be traced back to the origin of the breathing method." Yayoi Kakaiin thought for a while and said, "Flame, water, earth, thunder, and wind are the five basic breathing methods."

He probably held it in for too long, that's why he did such a thankless thing like dropping his vest so crazily.

But so what?

Xing Shoulang can't beat him either.

Year 400 is the most glorious period of the Ghost Killing Squad.

Pranayama has had written records since then.

Kakaiin Yayoi: "But on top of the five basic breathing methods, there is also the origin of all breathing."

It is the origin of everything, and it is also the realm of God.

Like a scourge from heaven, mortals can only look up and look up for the rest of their lives.

Xing Shoulang: "What is that?"

Yayoi: "That's the sun."

It is the sun that hangs in the sky and cannot be looked directly at.

The author has something to say:

Yayoi: As expected of me, even after 400 years, I am still preaching for the Sun Moon God Sect

☆, the seventh day of being disliked

About the sun and the moon, that was a long time ago story.

For many years after becoming a creature of darkness, Yayoi Hanakain was once keen on various extreme sports.

Thanks to his former boss, Yayoi, who had written nearly a thousand words of "The Perfect Suicide Manual" after reading it, was not afraid at all.

That was the era when ghosts were most rampant.

The authorities were worried about the panic caused by the cannibal incident of evil spirits, so they declared that it was a ghost.

The children who disappeared were brought back to the forest by the mountain god.

Drifting along the turbulent river from the upper reaches to the unknown distance was once used as a toy for his entertainment.

After all, it's really boring.

But at the same place for two consecutive nights, when I saw a child with red spots on his forehead, squatting by the river bank, holding a rough wooden flute carefully, and playing the hoarse and unpleasant sound in a low voice, Hua Hua Kaiin Yayoi felt that he needed to talk to his neighbors.

Then, the evil spirit picked up the sun that was abandoned by everyone.

The first time Yayoi Kakaiin saw the child, she thought of an old nursery rhyme.

I would like to dedicate this song to the amiable and respectable boss.

"I have one, one wish"

"That's kind of the sun."

"Plant one in Infinity City"

"There is one more at night~"

How exciting and enjoyable that would be.

That's the original story.

"What happened later?" Xing Shoulang raised his hand and asked, this kind of anti-routine story trend is really attractive.

"Later, the moon and the sun met again. The moon hated the sun's brilliance, so it fell into eternal darkness."

Xing Shoulang shook his head, "How could the moon be jealous because of the sun's brilliance?"

"Aren't they the closest brothers?"

Yayoi Hanakaiin felt that this matter was a bit complicated.

It may have been wrong from the start.

Everything starts with the Q version of the same-proportioned brother-in-law's exclusive figure.

Why did he think of using this thing to lure children in the first place?

Isn't this just reaping the consequences?

Of course, Yayoi Kakaiin really couldn't express this kind of mystery.

So he stretched out his hand, and vigorously plucked the hair of Purgatory Xingshourou, who had a very good touch, "After all, the sun and the moon will grow up."

There are too many troubles when you grow up.

"King Juro must work hard to live."

Only when you grow up quickly can you know the so-called growing pains.

After all, Yayoi sincerely hopes that Anjuro can work hard to grow into a towering tree.

Who doesn't like a warm little owl?

I also hope that he can see the child who has grown into a towering tree again in the final battle.

It must be a very touching reunion of old friends.

Obviously, Yayoi, whose thinking has gradually matured, doesn't think there is any difference between his cognitive range of touching and ordinary people's touching.

As far as Kyojuro is concerned, he has always known that Yayoi Hanakaiin is a strange person full of mysteries all over his body.

He didn't understand swordsmanship, but he was able to correct the swordsmanship he performed once.

It was as if he had seen peerless masters with superb swordsmanship spar.

But my father once said that a good swordsman may not be able to meet like-minded opponents throughout his life, and it is even more difficult and precious to apply all he has learned all his life and only want to fight.

When Purgatory Kyojuro asked Yayoi if he had ever seen such a splendid battle, Kakaiin Yayoi was silent for a moment, and corrected, "I just witnessed the final fight between the sun and the moon."

Not good at lying, but lies a lot.

How can ordinary incense makers know the secrets that no one has ever known even if the inheritance has not been cut off?

But when Yayoi took advantage of the moonlight and got up to leave, Purgatory Xingshourou didn't show any intention to stop him.

They are friends after all.

More importantly, a guy who likes to eat baked sweet potatoes must not be a bad person!

Seriously, if it wasn't for the urging of the boss, Yayoi would never have left his warm little owl so early!

What a fan head offline!

This ability to draw inferences about other cases from one instance!

Yayoi Hanakaiin, who had lost the desire to travel, asked someone to deliver the treasures to Zaomen's family, and headed straight to Natian Spider Mountain.

Then how to say?

As expected of an excellent employee that Boss Scrap favors, is it an unusual feeling?

Yayoi Kakain was amazed when she saw that Rei rescued the weak Oni from the members of the Demon Slayer Team.

Mom, look, there are angels!

Yayoi Kakaiin exclaimed when she saw that Lei gave the blood of Boss Scatter to the rescued companions to help them improve their strength.

Mom, look, there's Our Lady.

When I saw Tired holding the cobweb-like turning rope firmly against the ghost who couldn't control his instincts and turned back to his original appearance, Yayoi Huakaiin: ...

Okay, mom, don't read it, it's sick and delicate.

What exactly does Boss Scrap want him to learn from Tired?

"I made you laugh." A gentle female voice came from behind Yayoi, sat beside Yayoi, and stirred up the fire even more.

Even if they live in the eternal night without seeing the sun, ghosts subconsciously seek the warmth of light.

Moving the seat beside her, Kakain Yayoi smiled at the slender and elegant ghost, "Pear and everyone look like a real family."

A certain word in it touched the slender nerves of the female ghost named Li, and she forced a smile with difficulty, "What kind of family is this?"

"It's just playing house."

what.

The sense of incongruity was found.

The abilities of the entire family members are all endowed by tiredness.

Because it is an existence favored by Master Wu Mi, this matter is allowed.

"Playing home?"

Li nodded and looked into the distance, her eyes seemed to see through the walls of the three-story house, seeing the 'mother' who had changed back to her original appearance again due to the fright.

These days she always falls asleep with the screams of 'mother'.

Almost got used to it.

Out of kindness, Rika reminded Kakaiin Yayoi, "Lei is very strong, all of us were saved from the Demon Slayer Squad by Lei."

It can be said that they are not tired, these weak guys have already died under the sun wheel knife.

But look now.

I really don't know whether it's better to die at that time, or to be bound by spider webs and become a walking dead.

"In the tiring play house game, the father must love his children, and the brothers and sisters must be courteous to each other and protect the younger brother."

All family members have script characters.

Yayoi was a little curious, "What if something other than the script happened?"

Li laughed softly, "I will be killed."

Get a punishment that is worse than death.

Kakaiin Yayoi thanked Rika for her kind warning, and fell back. The dry haystack still carried the fragrance of wheat, which made people feel a little peaceful.

What to say?

Self-proclaimed as one of the most understanding bosses, Yayoi Kakaiin is also a little bit confused now.

This is a dereliction of duty as a social animal.

Gee.

Although she claims to be a salted fish who has lost her motivation and lives in mediocrity every day, Yayoi Kakaiin is still super conscientious in a sense.

Yayoi Hanakain wanted to get an answer.

But he has no idea so far.

There are only references in front of you.

So tired of being feared and feared by all the 'family members', there was an extra spirit behind him.

Kakaiin Yayoi just observed the strange boy from a distance.

After all, ghosts have a strong sense of territory, especially the Twelve Ghost Moons who have become the top ten thousand ghosts.

Yayoi can't understand the ghost who will work hard to become stronger for the boring play house game, and donate the precious blood of the ghost king to the "family" without any care.

Very contradictory.

It's like finding a feral cat that is super independent.

Although it is a small cat, it looks a little malnourished, but it is actually a very fierce cat.

Obviously a lone ranger, although longing for a warm embrace.

However, when other cats or Twolegs approached with good intentions, they would subconsciously grin their teeth, bow their bodies, and meow, meowing, as a warning.

It is completely two extremes with Tong Momaomao, who looks close to his relatives.

This kid is quite good-looking.

Don't bother me, a problem baby who lacks love written all over his body, and has not yet experienced the ravages of time to become an old dog coin.

What a lush and green cabbage this is!

Tired of having made up his mind to treat the spirit behind him like air, he finally couldn't take it any longer. He threw aside the human corpse that was halfway through eating and was completely out of breath due to excessive blood loss. Tired wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "It's disgusting. eyes."

He waved his sleeves, and the hard spider silk easily cut down the big tree under Yayoi seat.

Startled a flock of birds.

Dangerously, when the spider web landed on him, he jumped off the tree. Yayoi Kakaiin patted the dust that didn't exist on his body, pulled the spider thread, and said persuasively, "It's very dangerous, I'm tired."

"What does it matter?"

Retracting the spider thread casually, Tired looked up at Kakaiin Yayoi, with a three-point sarcasm, "Why can a weak ghost like you stay with Master Wu Mi?"

That's a really good question.

The good thing about this question is that if you want to understand it, you need children to read the Heian-kyo Monogatari to understand the intricate nepotism among nobles in the Heian-kyo period.

Yes, that's right, Yayoi Hanakain is a so-called relationship household.

After all, Ping Anjing is neither small nor big.

Especially when there are only a few of the top luxury aristocratic circles.

The author has something to say:

Yayoi: No way, as a related household, I can do whatever I want

Salted fish recently worked hard to fix the update at noon

☆, the eighth day of being disliked

Really a very, very hot guy!

Tired of drawing conclusions.

The conversation with Yayoi Hanakain ended here.

If it wasn't for that lord's order, he would have chopped up the daring guy long ago.

There is absolutely no need to talk.

He is obviously a weak and ant-like guy, but what is going on with that indifferent sense of isolation!

After drinking the blood of Lord Wu Mi, and being promoted all the way to Twelve Ghost Moons, Tired has never been so angry.

Even if the most important 'family' is stupid for various reasons, there is no one more irritating than that guy!

Kakaiin Yayoi was still squatting on the branch, squinting her eyes, waving to Helei, she seemed to be in a good mood.

Sure enough, compared to Tong Mo's kind of old dog coins that have been tempered to steel, this kind of fried-haired little milk dog is more likable.

It's just that no matter how cute a puppy is, it can't withstand the bad weather.

Recently, the weather in Natian Spider Mountain has not been good.

It is the rainy day that Yayoi Hanakain hates the most.

Dark and damp rain pattered all day long.

Dark clouds rolled in, and even the sun was covered by thick clouds, so there was no light at all.

The carnival that belongs exclusively to ghosts is here.

It was a rare and happy time, as long as you were careful, even weak ghosts could walk through the mountains and forests during the daytime.

In such a rainy day, there are still poor people who have to run around for their livelihood.

The continuous rain mixed with the howling wind blew a small corner of the thatched roof of the man's house.

To make matters worse, the last food stock was in a hurry one day ago.

The man who shouldered the important task of supporting the family had to carry a basket on his back and a rusty sickle as a self-defense weapon, preparing to find enough game on the mountain to maintain the family's livelihood while the rain was fading.

Even among the elders in the village there are terrifying legends.

When it is raining on Natian Spider Mountain, it is absolutely forbidden to enter the mountain.

The rain will blind the eyes of the gods, so the evil spirits will travel rampantly.

If you don't pay attention, you will even end up with no bones left.

But men can't take care of that much anymore.

If they hesitated any longer, their family would have to starve to death at home.

The rain gradually subsided, and the Tianzhu Mountain not far away seemed to be covered with white gauze. The man swallowed, and under the worried eyes of his wife and children, he smiled soothingly, "Don't worry about Mei Huizi, If I really encounter a ghost, the sickle in my hand is not a vegetarian!"

Looking at his wife who was still about to say something, the man raised his voice and interrupted his wife, "Don't worry, I haven't watched Dalang marry a wife yet!"

What to say?

Look, friend.

This raised flag high.

Does it look like the two-meter-high evocation banner on your grave?

Kakaiin Yayoi is thinking about the true meaning of life.

For example, when will he be free.

And when will he be able to kill his dear and beloved Boss Scrap with his own hands.

Another example is ignoring the road sign and rushing all the way, why is the hunter with the death flag planted high above his head still not dead?

"Help! Help! There are ghosts! There are ghosts eating people!"

It was raining harder and harder.

It was as if a hole had been torn open in the sky, and heavy rain poured out from the hole.

The pouring rain was pouring on the ground, and the sound of the splashing rain was like a drum set, almost covering up the man's desperate cries for help.

The thin cotton coat was wet by the turbid rain, mixed with the cold sweat all over his body, and became heavy. The man who was already terrified felt the ubiquitous fear.

The shadow of death is everywhere.

While the adrenaline was accelerating, it also squeezed the man's physical strength.

After all, the man who chooses to venture up the mountain on a rainy day is just an ordinary person.

His physical condition may be better than other guys of the same age, otherwise the man would not have the confidence to go hunting in the mountains.

He was once a well-known hunter in the village.

To be able to marry a gentle and kind wife, he also hunted a tiger and used the tiger skin as a dowry, so he married Meijiao Niang.

but!

But ah!

This doesn't mean he can fight inhuman monsters!

A monster that won't bleed even if her hand is cut off, and even heals in the next instant!

what is this?

to be killed!

Just like the man the guy was dragging!To be killed!

Thoughts are in constant chaos.

The man swallowed hard, as if he wanted to use this faint sound to calm his surging heart.

But the curative effect is weak.

It was the first time that the man who was struggling to run down the mountain hated the rain so much.

His breath was full of muddy earthy air, and he couldn't open his eyes anymore.

why.

The trousers filled with mud seemed to weigh a thousand catties.

The man-eating ghost seemed to be sure that the man would not escape, so he was not in a hurry to hunt, and gave the prey a final blow.

She prefers to play with her prey.

Wait until the prey thinks it is safe, and deliver the final blow.

It's like a game of cat and mouse.

It's pretty bad shit.

Yayoi Hanakaiin thought to herself.

Then the boy jumped down from the tree gracefully.

"Shh."

The cold and slippery hand, like a snake wrapping around its prey, covered the man's screaming mouth.

Mixed with a bit of soil smell, the man's body, which was already on the verge of fear, almost softened.

There was a sense of fate that was finally released.

The man himself couldn't tell whether it was more frightening to die in the belly of a giant python, or to die in the hands of an inhuman monster.

"Be a little quieter." It was too loud.

The sound of a beating heart made his ears hurt.

The clear and youthful voice came from behind, with deep sleepiness, but strangely calmed the man's beating heart.

Although he wondered why the seemingly slender and weak boy had so much strength, he covered his mouth so hard that he couldn't even breathe, but now, it was obviously not the time to worry about this.

The man nodded desperately. Anyway, it's really great to have a companion by his side at this time.

So Yayoi slowly withdrew her hand, glanced at the faint finger prints on the man's lips, coughed lightly, put down her hand, and retracted it into her sleeve.

Should not.

How could a poor little guy like him who melted as soon as the sun shined on him have so much strength.

This is the most naked touch porcelain.

The man didn't quite understand the wandering eyes of the young man, and he didn't even bother to think about why the young man was dry all over in such a rainy day. He could barely hold back his fear, and grasped the life-saving straw, "There is... a ghost