Crimson Blade

To be escaped by the other party... Himuraba thought regretfully, smelling the much stronger smell of ink in the air than before.

After being slashed by the Hikari Knife many times, the remaining ink finally turned into ashes and dissipated, but Sabito pursed his lips tightly, and said in a low voice with a serious face:

"This ghost's ability feels a little tricky, and he dared to pretend to be an ordinary person to ambush members of the ghost killing team. I'm afraid the previous seniors..."

The room fell into silence. Although Sato hadn't finished speaking, everyone present knew that the senior was probably ambushed by an evil spirit.

"Whoo~"

Taking a deep breath with depression in his heart, rubbing the tip of his nose that was ravaged by the smell of ink, looking at the blank picture scroll hanging on the wall, Fei Cunren revived his spirit and guessed: "Actually, I think this old man is not so much a The evil ghost pretends to be, rather, it is made by blood ghosts."

"And the blood ghost technique this time may be related to the painting!"

"Although this makes some sense, there are still many doubts because there is no accurate information." With his right hand skillfully retracting the knife, Satu pursed his lips and looked at his little partner, saying in a hesitant tone, "but…"

"Do you think the old woman's statement that the victim had an accident on the street selling art is true?"

Touching his chin with his hand, walking back and forth in the room, Fei Cunren recalled the scene of the previous conversation in his mind and said thoughtfully:

"It may be true, but that street still needs to be investigated."

It's not unreasonable to think this way, after all, the old lady didn't know that Fei Cunren and the others became suspicious.

In addition, Feicunren and the others are a small team, and the evil spirits can't harm them from a long distance, so it is not impossible to plan to trick them to the vicinity of their lair.

"only…"

Behind him, the scarlet single ponytail flung out an arc, and Himura Ren turned his head to meet the dark blue eyes of Yiyong, who was wandering outside the group, and then asked in disbelief:

"I remember I only made eye contact with Sabito just now, but Giyuu, how did you find out that there was something wrong with that old woman?"

"Coincidentally..."

His dark blue eyes were dulled by the sudden questioning, and after a while, Giyuu turned away his face and replied slowly, with some fever in his ears.

It's impossible for him to say that because he has been paying attention to you, he suspects that there is something wrong with that old woman with crimson hair who has been peeping at you, right?

In the dim studio along the street on the other side, a man with green lines on his face and reddish black hair was holding a ball of ink in his hand, his face was a bit hideous.

"Damn it, why did the ghost killing team come directly with three members this time!" The light blue eyes with a vertical line were full of anger, and the man gnashed his teeth and roared.

As if a little angry, the man threw the ball of ink viciously on the ground, and then stepped on it, and the trampled ink vaguely formed the face of an old woman.

"Although this old thing is ugly as hell, it is also a puppet that I have worked hard to convert for investigation."

"As a result, half of it is directly crippled now!" The evil ghost's chest heaved greatly due to anger, and his expression was obviously extremely irritable.

At this time, a pot with no pattern on the surface shook slightly on the cabinet next to him, and then a strange-looking ghost with several arms suddenly appeared and asked in a strange voice:

"So, Kamae, have you been targeted by the Demon Slayer Squad?"

"Master Yuhu!"

Kamae, who was originally furious, lowered his head in an instant to show respect, and kneeled straight on the wooden floor, not daring to lose his temper.

"Tsk, instead of pretending to be respectful to me, you might as well think about how to serve Lord Wu Mi."

The eyeballs turned around a few times strangely, and Yuhu looked at Kefu as if he were looking at ants, and the words "Shangxianwu" were faintly revealed in its brows and pupils and in its mouth.

"It's a pity. Now that the Ghost Killing Squad is following him, it seems that there is no way to fulfill the previous promise."

"I wanted to see what beautiful patterns you could draw on my pot!" Yuhu said with a regretful expression.

"No, my lord, it's just a ghost killing team, I can do it!"

The eager shouts echoed in the studio, Kamae looked up at the jade pot on the cabinet, and said with a contorted and pleading face: "Please give me some time, I have already found the material!"

"That swordsman from the Demon Slayer Squad, that new swordsman has very beautiful scarlet hair!"

"I believe that after killing him and swallowing him into the painting, the crimson hair intertwined with blood must be beautiful!"

Kamae, who was kneeling on the ground, trembled slightly because he was too excited, and looked at Yuhu expectantly, and Yuhu did not disappoint him. He glanced at the other party and replied casually:

"For the sake of accepting a lot of blood from Mr. Wu Mi, yes!"

"However, if the finished product doesn't satisfy me, I will kill you. Of course, if it satisfies me, I don't mind giving you a little bit of Master Wuyou's blood."

"Yes, thank you sir!"

After getting the answer, Kamae lowered his head excitedly, and his body trembled slightly after hearing Wu Mian's blood.

The next morning, Fei Village Blade and the others came to the famous local art street early.

Although it was still early, there were more or less stalls on the street.Although the flow of people at this time is not much, factors such as the sound and smell of pedestrians have seriously hindered Fei Cunren's perception of the surroundings.

Plus the wide range of streets…

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and the single ponytail behind him drooped sullenly. Fei Cunren shook his head and said to the friends around him in a low voice:

"It doesn't work at all, you have to go around and get in close contact."

The three of them looked at each other, and then they looked left and right like customers who really wanted to buy some calligraphy and paintings, and walked slowly, sometimes even stopping to pick up the scrolls.

However, a whole morning passed, and the three of them even visited the scroll area without discovering the peculiar smell of ink.

"How could it not exist?" Fei Cunren, who walked out of the picture scroll area, said to himself.

If the ghost is really in the picture scroll area of ​​the street, it is impossible for Fei Cunren to miss it under close contact.

"Maybe that ghost wasn't in this area at all, and he just wanted to confuse us at that time." Saito made a hypothesis.

"No, the ghost didn't think he'd be found in the first place, so he must have said that to trick us into coming here."

"Since he is facing us when he is not at the old woman's house, he definitely hopes to use a more secure method to kill us." Looking around the street, the single ponytail swayed slightly with the turning of the sight, Feicun Ren said firmly :

"What could be a safer place than the old woman's house, is naturally its lair."

Just where will it be?

Giyuu, who kept his presence low all the time, looked at Himura Ren with deep blue eyes, then at Sato, then opened his mouth silently and said in a cold voice: "Other areas..."

Art is all connected. Since all paintings are drawn on paper, they can naturally be painted on other objects, so other areas of this street are also suspect.

"Yup!"

Having figured this out, Fei Cunren made a fist with his left hand, clapped the palm of his right hand and said suddenly, then looked Yiyong up and down, stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, and praised with a smile: "I can't tell, it's okay if you don't talk, Yiyong. Straight to the point as soon as you speak!"

Actually... not bad!

Being patted on the shoulder so intimately, Yiyong turned his head away a little unaccustomed, a little embarrassed in his movements.

"We were misled by our habitual thinking. We thought that the evil spirit was using the picture scroll at the beginning, so we subconsciously thought that the other party must be hiding in the picture scroll area, but we didn't expect..." Sato shook his head and sighed for his stupidity.

"What you draw can also be drawn on other objects!" Himura Ren continued, shaking his head helplessly.

How can I become so stupid? I can't even figure it out.

However, there are still many areas related to paintings on this street. His eyes blinked quickly, and Fei Cunren rubbed his chin with a thoughtful expression on his face.

Maybe they should split up...

Well, and since that ghost didn't dare to attack three people, he would dare to attack a single person, right?

Subconsciously, he twitched the scarlet single ponytail behind him, and when he rolled his eyes, Fei Cunren thought of a brilliant idea.

"Why don't we divide into two teams to search!"

The scarlet single ponytail swayed behind him, and Himura Ren raised his hand and proposed: "I think it should be no problem to fight the ghost alone with my strength, and you can make up for each other's shortcomings by forming a team."

And based on the probability, that ghost might be more likely to attack me, so Sato and Yiyong would be much safer.

So come on come on!Himura Ren stared at Giyuu and Sato with sparkling eyes, waiting for their answer.

"That's fine, let's try it first!" Sato and Yiyong looked at each other, nodded and agreed without thinking too much.

Then the trio was divided into two teams, and Himura Ren chose a direction at random and walked away.

At this time, the flow of people on the street is not as sparse as in the early morning, but much denser. Looking at the extremely delicately painted porcelain on the surrounding stalls, and looking at the price marked next to the porcelain, Feicunren was slightly startled.

This is too expensive, right?Sighing and shaking his head, Fei Cunren suddenly felt his own poverty.

However, with emotion, the sudden special fragrance in the air made his expression freeze, his body subconsciously moved, and his eyes also turned to look for the source of the smell.

Finally, he locked his target on a piece of porcelain in the corner stall, and to be precise, it was the pattern on that piece of porcelain.

The content of the pattern is a man surrounded by blood. Although the person in the painting is blurred with the blood, Himura Ren can clearly see the desperate expression of the protagonist and the familiar words on the clothes behind him. .

It was a character for extinction, and as expected, the man in the painting should be the missing member of the Ghost Slayer Squad.

Looking at the vivid paintings on the porcelain, Himuraba took a deep breath, his eyes were full of anger.

Evil ghost, right? You wait for me!