About the matter of Mrs. Chen's superstition in science

Wakana once again proved to Tanjiro her dedication to science. Even though she witnessed the scene where ghosts attacked humans, she still had no intention of rebuilding her world view.

"That's Lingfan-san! The one who is attacking him is the pica prisoner Tanjiro is looking for? What to do? He has a weapon in his hand, and Lingfan-san is unarmed. He is definitely not an opponent. What is the government doing? Why is it controlling How can knives be easily obtained? Checkpoints are too loose!"

Tanjiro silently squeezed the Japanese sword wrapped in the woven gold brocade, which is also a controlled knife, and he didn't know where to start complaining about my wife-san's remarks.

The "Linghuan Sang" who is suspected to be my wife Sang's acquaintance is also the same. Why do you want to throw salt on ghosts?Looking around, the ground is all white, exuding crystal clear light under the moonlight.

After the battle, the Ghost Slayer's logistics unit can be a hassle to clean up.

"My wife-san." Tanjiro swept around and placed Wakana behind the lush heather tree, "You must stay here and don't move."

Wakana knew that her injured foot was just a drag, so she didn't self-righteously ask for help, "Tanjiro, you have to be careful!"

The dark green branches and leaves merged with the night, and in the darkness, only Wakana's face and limbs exposed outside the clothes looked extraordinarily white, so squatting there made her face look even smaller.

Leaving aside the inexplicably weird thoughts in his mind, Tanjiro told her just in case before he left, "Wakana-san, keep your head down a bit, and no matter what happens outside, don't come out until the battle is over. "

Wakana nodded vigorously, and shrank back in according to the words, and then heard Tanjirou's footsteps running away.

Suppressing the curiosity of looking with the probe, Wakana squatted there obediently, and after a long time, her right ankle was a little too much.

The sound of fighting over there was still going on, Wakana was afraid that the murderer would find out if she moved around, and it would be bad if she was used as a hostage to blackmail Tanjirou and Reimagin-san, so she refrained from moving.

The pain effectively stimulated the cranial nerves, and she suddenly regretted that Tanjiro should not have taken the risk in the past. This place is not far from the police department. If you hurry up, you can call the police for help.

The coolness on the back of the neck is different from the feeling of the night wind blowing on the body, and the rhythm is the same as breathing.

breathe?

"..."

Wakana was startled by the thoughts in her head, once she had such a guess that there was someone behind her, she would start to panic, fearing that she might be the murderer's partner in ambush.

"Hey, you smell so good."

The ghostly voice made Wakana hold her breath, and the rapid heartbeat made her extremely uncomfortable, and what does it mean that her body smells really good?Unless it is an important occasion such as attending a ball, she has no habit of wearing perfume at all.

Not daring to turn her neck, Wakana could only move her eyes as far as possible to look at the ground beside her. From the blurred shadow, she could see the person behind her bent over, almost touching her back.

I have a bad feeling.

"Are you with that stinky brat from the Ghost Killing Squad?"

The breath sprayed on the neck had a strong smell of blood, and a stinky mouth with meat/slime embedded in the gaps between the teeth emerged uncontrollably in Wakasa's mind.

It was only later that I slowly understood his words. Tanjiro did say that the armed group he joined was called the Demon Slayer Squad, so the person standing behind her...

It's really with the murderer.

"What's your motive? Money? Hate? Or murder for pleasure? Simply to satisfy your ulterior desire?"

The right hand hangs down by the side, and the middle finger can touch the soil with a slight movement, and secretly grabs a handful without leaving a trace and keeps it in the palm of the hand.

The person behind seemed to have heard the big joke. He leaned back, holding his stomach and laughing loudly, "Are you serious? Killing people is of course for eating!"

Wakana had heard about pica a long time ago from Tanjiro, and she had heard too many pica patients.Dirt, hair, confetti, wood, feces, paint, these are all abnormal tastes caused by metabolic dysfunction.Eating /human/meat is not nothing, and there are also cases of drinking human blood.

"Please calm down, can we solve the problem through dialogue?"

Wakana did not move lightly, calmed down, and tried to make her voice as calm as usual.

The man's laughter gradually became presumptuous, and then stopped in vain when the emotion was at its peak.

Wakana sensed it, and turned around suddenly, the face exposed to the moonlight was full of twisted madness.

Transparent saliva flowed from the opened mouth, the ghost's eyes were bloodshot, and its long and pointed nails scratched at Wakana's neck.

Wakaca saw the right moment and threw out the soil in her hands, but Gui didn't expect to encounter resistance, and was covered in defenseless, covering her eyes and mouth.

The ghost's body has a strong recovery ability, as long as it does not suffer fatal injuries, severed limbs can grow back, but the soil that got into the eyes did not cause other substantial damage except for making him shed physiological tears.

The ghost closed his eyes tightly, spit out the dirt in his mouth, and roared furiously in the direction of Wakana's escape, "Damn woman! You actually sprinkled dirt on my face! I'm going to suck all your bone marrow clean!!"

Tanjiro also heard such a big movement at a distance, and when he turned his head, he saw Wakana running towards this side in a panic, followed by a ghost full of evil spirits, who separated the short knife in front of him with all his strength, and reversed. He ran to meet Wakana, "My wife-san! Are you okay?"

Just now, he held his breath and forced himself to run, but when he stopped, his right foot completely lost strength, and Wakana limply threw himself forward on Tanjiro.

Tanjiro caught her steadily, and before he had time to say anything, he was about to be flanked by back and forth, so he immediately sent the person in his arms to Linghuan, and simply confessed that he fought with the two ghosts.

Ling Huan Xinlong saw that it was a client, and started talking about the past, "Isn't this my wife Sang, why are you here at this time? By the way, do you know that boy over there?"

Ruocai gritted her teeth and sat down paralyzed, covering her right ankle, her lips turned white from the pain, she ran too hard just now.

"What's wrong? Does your foot hurt?"

Ling Huan squatted down to check her feet, and found that the ankle was covered with gauze, which was very swollen. When she pinched it with her hands, she knew it was caused by straining after a sprain, so she untied the gauze circles for her, "You can bear it!" Shinobu, wounds injured by evil spirits cannot be treated casually, you must first use salt to purify the evil spiritual power around the wound, and I just have a little left here."

He grabbed a handful of salt from the packaging bag, rubbed it vigorously over his ankles after rubbing it on his palm.

Wakaca only cried out in pain at the very beginning, and then bit her lower lip to endure it.

Linghuan's massage and Shujing technique worked very well, Wakana moved her feet in surprise, "Linghuan-san, you are really amazing!"

"I'm a psychic, and there's nothing I can't solve. Having said that, what you did just now was wrong."

"mistake?"

"How can you sprinkle dirt to deal with evil spirits? You should sprinkle salt!"

Linghuan stood up as he spoke, and threw all the remaining salt at the ghost. In addition to causing weak obstacles to the ghost's actions, this indiscriminate attack also affected Tanjirou's movements.

Tanjiro: "..."