Don't suffer the fate of Lao Tzu's family! [Master Ghost Extermination]

In my impression, the life of farmers in the Warring States Period was very hard.

There is no high class status, no sufficient material guarantee for living, and no guarantee of personal safety.

Farmers are a profession that depends on the sky. One day God is not happy that there is not enough rain to support the growth of crops in the field, or too much rain accidentally causes floods and drowns crops. This will cause farmers to lose a piece of land. Source of livelihood, more serious and even starve to death.

The land under his feet is not his own, and he must pay taxes to the lord of the land every year. Regardless of whether there is a drought or flood, the tax on the land will only increase.

Of course, the situation might be better if the ruler of the land was a benevolent man, but such cases are rare.

Those who hold such hopes might as well cultivate the land well.

Afeng's family is all farmers, and their ancestors have lived in this village for generations.

I don’t know the situation in this village very well. I only know that Afeng’s family has a relatively large population. Besides his parents, he has two younger brothers and a younger sister. body.

In addition to working in the fields, Afeng's father also needs to go to the mountains to bring some mountain goods to the city, which takes half a day's journey, in exchange for extra income to subsidize the family.

By the way, Ah Feng and his father were the two people who dug me out of the ground yesterday.

"Song"'s parents and elder brother both died of the epidemic, and there was not even a person to help pick up the corpse before he died.

Afeng's father is a very kind person. When he found out that "Ge" and his family were sick, he often brought some food and put it at the door of "Ge".

I understand why he does this, he is a good man, but he can't help the "Song" family too much, he is the only adult man in a family, if something goes wrong, it will be his wife and four Son, he can't afford such a consequence.

After digging me out of the ground, they took me into the city to find a doctor to see me. The doctor said that I was in good health and there was nothing serious.

I was very puzzled, since this girl died of illness, why did the illness disappear after she installed my soul?

really weird.

"That would be great." Afeng's father was very happy, "Ge can play with Afeng again."

No, I don't want to play with brats, I'm an adult.

Recalling the age when I died, I was six years older than Madara, the bastard between Madara and Senjuzhura was 29 years old when he built the village, 13 years later, Madara was 42, I was still alive, um, Ninja World War I was alive after the past, and I died after the ninja war.

Um--

lying trough-

I thought of something that I had neglected for a long time - I, already, already, years, over, half, hundred, already!

Those who are over half a century old are neither married nor have children, leaving nothing behind, even their age is ignored.

I can't blame me for this, the main reason is that the reference object is too inconspicuous.Whether it is the Senju brothers who came with me in the era or the dead Madara and Quanna, their faces are all young in memory. The former is because of the damn good maintenance technology of the Senju clan, and the latter is because They died before their faces grew old.

Oh, it's really bad...

Ah Feng thought that I hadn't come out of the shadow of my family members' death, so he kept reassuring me not to be sad, and even stuffed me with two rough candies.

In the Warring States period, sugar was a precious food. The people in my family were addicted to sugar, so there was no shortage of sugar on the table every day. But for farmers, this kind of thing is very precious, and they don’t know if they can eat it for a year last time.

These two pieces of candy are rough, but they are quite expensive for the Afeng family. The harvest of the Afeng family is not good this year, but his father Shiro is a gentle man who loves children.Even with the high price of candy, two candies were given to the child.When Ah Feng first received the candy, he squeezed it in his hands for a long time and was reluctant to eat it. He touched it over and over again.

I took those two pieces of candy and looked at them for a long time with lowered eyelashes. They were really rough.

Then he turned around and grabbed A Feng's hand, and slapped the sugar in his hand.

"One piece is enough for me."

I turned around and followed Afeng's father, Shiro, who was walking ahead, ignoring the boy's reaction and expression afterwards.

After a while, Ah Feng followed up in a panic, with a thin layer of blush on his face, he hesitated when he spoke, and thanked me.

Thank you for what, obviously you gave me the candy, so it should be me who wants to thank you.

It was getting late, and Mr. Shiro decided to make do with the night in the city before going home early tomorrow morning.

There are many shops in the area where the hotel is located, traditional Japanese-style houses are connected to each other, standing at the intersection of the street, you can see all kinds of shops extending all the way forward.

There are all kinds of people on the street, there are vendors, peddlers traveling north and south, itinerant vendors carrying burdens and selling along the street, and samurai passing by with samurai swords from time to time. Intoxicating.

Mr. Shiro found a hotel with a relatively cheap price. The boss and Mr. Shiro were old acquaintances. Every time Mr. Shiro came to the city, he would bring the mountain goods he needed to the boss, and the boss would also provide Mr. Shiro with relatively cheap accommodation.

I instinctively dislike this place, for no reason, because behind this street is Huajie.

A place like Huajie gathers ghosts and monsters from all walks of life, full of the most primitive desires. Some people spend a lot of money in it, and finally end up with all their money. .

I have not been to this kind of place in the past, and I can even be said to be a frequent visitor.

I have acted as a wandering girl and a prostitute, and the best time I played was as an oiran. A young official from the Kingdom of Fire spent a lot of money on me, and when he met me, without saying a word, the flames of war ignited In the house, Gongqing was forced to move.

At that time, I was holding up my skirt to see Madara, and was scorned by the other party.

"I don't know how a guy like you got into an oiran, are those people blind?"

I remember the expression on that poker face, I really wanted to punch it, the tone of the dead child was so angry and unbearable.

I don't want to go to this kind of place, but I have to go, and I have to admit that this kind of place is the most convenient for collecting information, and the information is more complete.

After Mr. Shiro paid the money, he took his two children and checked into the hotel, and the three of them lived in one room.

It's nothing, an adult, a ten-year-old child, a six- or seven-year-old girl.

Before checking in, the hotel owner kindly reminded Mr. Shiro not to let the children go out at night. Several children have disappeared in recent days.

The boss said very seriously, and Mr. Shiro also expressed his gratitude to the boss.

I was a little concerned, and always felt that something bad would happen.

Between wars, ninjas always have a sense of crisis about unknown risks.

Can't sleep too much tonight.

At midnight, the moon rose into the sky, the leaves outside the window whirled, and the sound of rustling kept ringing in my ears. The shadows of black branches swayed on the tatami, like the hands of some kind of creature.

I couldn't sleep no matter what, and my heart was still restless, as if something was about to come out.

After the death of Madara and Quanna, I suffered from insomnia all night long. During the worst period, I even had to take medicine to fall asleep. This kind of life has passed for many years. Appear.

dong dong dong dong-

The night was so quiet that only the sound of my heartbeat and the shallow breathing of my father and son remained.

rustling --

The leaves sway outside the window.

I smelled a rotten smell, and the strong smell of blood got into my nose, choking me to vomit.

"Mr. Shiro! Ah Feng! Get up!" I lifted the quilt.

I yelled it out, and both of them were still in a deep sleepiness. After I yelled like this, they opened their eyes dimly.

"Bam—"

The wooden windows in the room were shattered by the sudden impact, and scattered wood chips and damaged wooden shelves "clanged" all over the floor.

In the dark night, a hand stretched out and grabbed me, and the rotten, thick bloody smell came to my nostrils.

I am very familiar with this smell. When I was fighting on the battlefield all day and all night, I was surrounded by corpses, blood flowed like a river, my sight was bright red, and this smell was in my nose.

I grabbed a wooden thorn on the ground, and the sharp cut directly plunged into the oncoming sharp claws. The blood splashed on my face, and I also rolled on the ground, keeping the distance from the attacker.

That's right, Talon, that's not a human hand.

The moonlight broke into the room through the window, filling the whole room, and the chill climbed up my spine one by one.

The thing in front of him could only be regarded as a humanoid creature.

The body is human-like, with a slightly taller body than ordinary people. On the blue skin, blood vessels protrude like small snakes. There are two horns on the head, and blue veins protrude on the forehead. The hand with sharp nails is only used by me. The wooden thorn pierced through.

It's ugly.

"You nasty little brat! How dare you!" The thing showed its fangs, and its eyes stared at me with more white than pupils, wishing to eat me into its stomach.

In fact it really wants to.

"I'm going to eat you—!" He licked the wooden thorn in his hand, and more blood was brought out from it.

I dare say that although my stab was not fatal, it was still a deadly hand, but the moment this monster was stabbed by the wooden stab, the palm of his hand began to heal, and he even took two breaths at a speed visible to the naked eye. It's back to normal.

Heck.

In the Thousand Hands Pillar, the immortal body didn't recover so quickly, did it?

I don't think this guy has anything to do with the Senshou family. Although the members of the Qianshou family are rough-looking, they don't have such...spicy eyes.

I have no doubt that it was lying when it said it wanted to eat me. The smell of rot and blood on this thing is so strong that I want to vomit.

My intuition gives me the feeling that he has really eaten a lot of people. We kill because of war, but it kills because of... appetite.

This is the same as when I was hungry and went to the river to spear fish.

Feed on people.

It's targeting me, so that's easy.

At least Mr. Shiro and Feng will be fine until they eat me.