non-human secret history

The boy who was thrown to the ground seemed to have been pressed some special switch again, and his expression that had become somewhat serious in an instant also returned to its original state in an instant.

The slightly closed eyes gradually grew, and the beautiful eyes were once again covered with a layer of mist like a gauze. He bit his lips tightly, with a look of grief and resignation on his face——

"I don't want to die like this! I haven't touched a girl's hand yet!"

"..."

The result is that after working so hard to subdue him, this little guy has returned to a state where he can't communicate at all?

I suddenly feel that ghost life is really a bit hopeless.

—and he yelled loudly what is this, hello!To be reasonable, the focus now is here!

Seeing that the communication with the young man fell into an endless loop again, I couldn't help but feel a little depressed for a while, but even threatening him with a knife to the throat was of no avail. It was probably not good to try to find out something from him about the current situation. maybe...

……and many more?

With the echo of the boy's shouts in the air, a slightly absurd thought suddenly flashed through my mind.

So from the very beginning, this kid has been crazily outputting the message "I don't want to die", and now he suddenly yelled "I haven't touched a girl's hand yet", combined with the sentence he yelled when he first saw me before, "Even if I don’t want to be killed even if it’s a pretty girl.” That sentence...

If we treat such words as coming from his heart, then perhaps the best way to deal with him is not to threaten but... lure?

Speaking of which, in his eyes, I seem to be a girl too.

My mood suddenly became more and more complicated.Although I also understood from the beginning that in the human world, the beautiful face of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl is a unique advantage, but I did not expect such an advantage to be effective on the battlefield .

However, I am really concerned about the situation of this village. Since there is still a glimmer of hope, it is impossible for me not to give it a try.

Thinking of this, I sighed softly, then turned my wrist, removed the knife that was originally on the young man's neck, and turned around as well, retracting the shackles that imprisoned his joints together.

The sudden change made the teenager a little dazed.

He didn't even have time to react, he just crouched in place like a salted fish.

I didn't pay attention to his reaction. After standing up, I hesitated. I finally suppressed the complicated emotions in my heart and held out my hand to the young man.

"Forget it, let me give you a chance to touch a girl's hand."

"what?"

Now it was the boy who froze in place.

The sudden change obviously caught him by surprise, but considering his previous performance, I wondered if such a move might cause him to continue roaring due to misunderstanding. For the sake of my ears, I think I might have It is necessary to add an explanation before the other party screams again.

"Although I really didn't intend to do anything to you, I had no grievances with you at first, I just wanted to know the situation in this village."

The young Kaba squinted his eyes, and there were still tears on his face.But I don't know if my words finally had a soothing effect, the panic on his face finally disappeared, replaced by bewilderment and hesitation.

"I think you should know something." I said again: "At least those guys wandering outside are not the same kind of creatures as the 'ghosts' that your ghost killing team usually deal with. You should be very clear in your heart, right? ?”

The young man seemed to have finally calmed down a little. He set his eyes on my hand hanging in mid-air, hesitated a little, but still tremblingly stretched out his hand slowly.

I grabbed him straight away and picked him up from the ground. Perhaps the movement was a little rough, but the unstable boy let out another "Ouch".

But fortunately, he didn't fall into panic again.

"Even if the high-level people in the Ghost Killing Squad haven't explained it to you, aren't all ghosts in this world like that—you should have already understood this kind of thing, haven't you?"

I continued, half-coaxingly.

The outline of an aura finally became clear within the range that the spiritual power could perceive. It was obviously not a human aura, with a strong smell of power and blood, and a special kind of cruelty.

If it was an ordinary human being, I'm afraid they would really confuse this terrifying guy with a "ghost".

But at least I know it's not really a ghost.

Because they are different from me, and they are different from the Oni created by Onimai Tsuji Musai that I have encountered.

"Tell me, do you know why they are here?"

There are more and more monsters pouring into the scope of inspiration. I know that the number of such monsters gathered in this village may have reached a rather terrifying number, and it seems that a few individuals among them have faintly discovered the existence of me and the boy.

"Or... do you know what they are?"

The young man shook his head.

"When Kyutaro brought me the task, he only said that there was a guy who had just turned into a ghost in this village and asked me to come and clean it up, but who would have thought that the whole village would be full of that kind of monster when he came— —”

"Those guys are really strong, and they have no sanity. After seeing me, it's like they want to tear me up and eat me. There are so many monsters, how can I handle it alone!"

I lowered my eyes and thought for a while.

In this case, maybe the young man didn't need to hide it from me, so probably when he came, the village had already become like this - and such a change was obviously not spontaneous, nor was it that the ghost dance Tsuji had no idea Things that a miserable ghost can do.

Because those guys with white hair and red eyes, ignorant but extremely powerful monsters gathered outside are not ghosts, but inhumans transformed by drugs——

Rakshasa.

I always thought that this kind of creature and the drug called "Bian Ruo Shui" that created this kind of creature should have disappeared decades ago with the death of Tsunami Yukimura's side branch ghost who turned into Lan Fangyi.He is not afraid of the sun, but he does not have a long life. The effect of changing like water is just to exchange power with human life and mind.

The Rakshasa produced by Changruo Shui is a very low-level creature in any case compared to ghosts.

——It's just that I didn't expect that after such a long time, such an evil thing as Bianruoshui would reappear in such a barren mountain.

While thinking about it, one of the rakshasas who were walking aimlessly stopped suddenly, and then, a mournful howl pierced the night sky sounded in that direction——

That is obviously a signal for it to summon its companions!

I realized it instantly, without a doubt, at that moment it finally determined the position of me and the boy.

It is difficult for a guy who changes from Ruo Shui to Rakshasa to maintain sanity, and after the change, most of the time they are dominated by bloodthirsty instincts.

That's fine for a human being like a boy. After all, although the spiritual power of human beings can also maintain the Rakshasa, it is only a drop in the bucket after all.

But ghosts are different.

The blood of ghosts is nothing more than a rare treasure to Rakshasa, but the moment they sensed my existence, those Rakshasa exploded instantly.

I immediately responded accordingly.

Right now, the walls of this deserted house are already a little crumbling, and the holes in the ceiling will "swipe" dust from time to time. Such a dangerous place, no matter how you look at it, is not suitable for fighting.

Without further ado, I raised my hand to pick up the boy's collar and rushed out of the door, but the little sparrow reacted very quickly, and it didn't take long for it to flap its wings and catch up with some effort.

On the other hand, the young man reacted for a long time, as if he had just understood the situation, and immediately cried and struggled: "Oh! I don't want to fight with those guys anymore! There are so many of them, I definitely can't handle them. ! Please let me go!"

This super close-range alarm really shocked me a bit, but fortunately, in a short period of time, I have successfully carried this boy from the room to the outdoors, so I simply raised my hand and threw him on the ground. aside.

"Shut up, do you still think that group of guys didn't find us fast enough?" I raised my expression and said something to him pretending to be sullen.

Hearing the sound, the young man immediately stopped his voice, and raised his hand to cover his mouth in aggrieved manner.

"Listen," I said again, "I've dealt with this kind of thing before, and it's probably not too difficult to kill them. Even if there are a lot of them, you don't have to be too alarmed. But you have to tell me first, what are you doing?" How much did you see—”

The young man covered his mouth and was silent for a moment before he said dully, "There are really many of them. I've seen no fewer than a hundred of them... woo..."

He was still about to cry, but I was getting more and more frightened.

A hundred or ten, which is probably the number of residents in the entire village.Even if someone survived and never became a Rakshasa, they would have already become the dead souls of those former companions.

This is undoubtedly a sad thing, but at this juncture, I don't feel any pity for these guys who have turned into monsters.

Killing, that's the only thing I can do.

——If it were the past, I might still want to keep one or two alive, use blood to lure them a little bit, and take this opportunity to find out who is behind them.But right now, I'm not sure whether my blood will cause any special changes in their body structure.

I don't want to cause more trouble.

"Stand up." I ordered, "Even if there are a hundred or ten of them, they are just a mob. With your strength, you shouldn't shrink back."

"but I……"

"Now is not the time to back down." While speaking, my little Wakizashi had already been unsheathed, and under the white moonlight, the fire-like bright red power from the blade seemed a bit coquettish.

The continuous sound of footsteps was already clear enough to be deafening, but in the next moment, Luo Sha, who was rushing to the front, finally bypassed the houses on the street in front, and suddenly appeared in my line of sight.

The battle—beginning!

The author has something to say:

Tickets for the Ghost Slayer drama are generally on sale today. I didn’t realize the seriousness of the problem at the beginning when all the lottery tickets were dropped in the early stage. I can also grab two or three games, but who would have thought that I, the little ticket grabber Qiu Xiaoye, would turn over while stealing ghosts and destroying the stage!car!up!

Didn't even get a standing ticket! !

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I also want to go to the scene to fuck Ximei's crumb boss (loud

Originally, I was a patient with severe stage poisoning. I heard that the stage performer of Ghost Slayer is that curly-haired uncle and Wu Mi is still my super——Ximei, who I like, is so happy to play, but it turns out that Ximei is The man I can't catch up QwQ

It's so uncomfortable that I even want to calm down a bit, so today I will do double updates.

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Also, I would like to thank the friends who are still in the comment area and thank you very, very much for minefeeding. I will continue to work hard!

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