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

"Dance, dance on the battlefield!"

Inaomu Village is a bit far to the east of the town where the old woman lives, and it takes a day to go back and forth. That is to say, if I want to walk to Inaomu Village, it will take me half a day.

Yan Shoulang and I both carried knives, not to mention killing ghosts, we couldn't even enter the village gate with the knives on our waists alone, so before we left the town, we bought two relatively ordinary clothes and put them on Hide the knife.

"Little girl, do you want an umbrella?" I stopped in front of the umbrella shop. The lady proprietress in the umbrella shop was an elderly person. The umbrellas in the umbrella shop were stretched open under the sun, and the ink color drawn was smudged on the umbrella surface. Come.

"Yeah." I pointed to an umbrella mainly in black and white, painted with vast landscapes, "I want this one."

The proprietress put away the umbrella, carefully wrapped it in oiled paper, and handed it to me.

"It's so strange, little girl." The moment her hand touched the umbrella, the proprietress said suddenly, "I thought that little girls of this age like flowers."

The proprietress looked at the opened umbrella on the other side, and the cherry blossoms painted on it were gorgeous, at least compared to the one in my hand, it was more attractive to girls.

"Now the little girl's mind is really getting harder and harder to guess."

The water droplets falling from the blue tiles on the roof hit the ground one by one, and after shattering, colorless sprays bloomed.

I took the umbrella, stepped on the bluestone floor, and walked away silently.

It's not that the current little girl is hard to guess, but that I am no longer a little girl.

So I changed into a suit of clothes, and the sun wheel knife was stuffed in the long box. I hugged the box, holding an umbrella with thick ink splashed in the color of mountains and water, and silently followed behind Yan Shoulang.

Daomu Village is a village with barren land.

The land here can only grow weeds and wild flowers. The fields have long been barren, and weeds are overgrown. Weeds that grow wildly can cover people's knees. The paths in the fields extend along the ridges to the distant horizon.

In villages where no food can be grown, the houses built by the villagers are extraordinarily neat and beautiful, and the scales are arranged on both sides of the road.

You can vaguely see figures in the hazy morning light, but as the distance approaches, the blurry figures at first gradually become clearer.

The people who came were two ordinary villagers from Daomu Village. They paused when they saw Yan Shoulang and me, and blocked our way forward.

"What are you doing here?" One of them asked, his tone obviously unfriendly.

Yan Shoulang opened his mouth to speak, I secretly reached out and pinched the soft flesh around his waist, and swallowed the words I was about to say.

Yan Zhu of the Ghost Killing Team is simple but simple, but he is not stupid, he will understand immediately after a violent pinch.

"That's it!" The golden owl spoke loudly as always, "This is my sister! She...is sick!"

Villager A: "..."

Villager B: "..."

I:"……"

You are so sick!

I was wrong, I shouldn't have promised the lord to work with this trash owl to do missions in the first place!He should have knocked him unconscious and buried him in the ground before entering the village gate!

One of the villagers gave me a suspicious look: "Your sister doesn't look sick."

"She's mentally ill!" Yan Shoulang said without hesitation, "I heard that the Goddess of Sanskrit Bliss can fulfill everyone's wishes, so I brought my younger sister to ask the Goddess of Sanskrit Bliss to cure her illness!"

The two villagers looked at me in unison. Even with my head down, I could feel their sympathetic gazes.

"What a girl, what's wrong with your brain?" one of the villagers sighed.

I:"……"

Your fucking brain is sick. Believe it or not, I beat you until your brain is sick? !

I shouldn't have trusted the brains of you purgatory men!

I lowered my head and gritted my teeth secretly.

Apart from having a clear brain circuit, the man of the owl family has the advantage of being talkative at this time. While I was holding my umbrella and grinding my teeth for a while, Yan Shoulang had already found a common topic with others, and the three of them stood on the path Chatting wantonly, regardless of the sun in the sky.

The weather in summer is really the weather for children. It has been raining continuously for the first two days, and the sun has started to be hot again for the past two days.

Even with the umbrella on, the skin on my back started to ooze sweat.

"Have you ever seen a man named Takashi Nakamura?" Yan Shoulang asked suddenly.

"Long, he just came to the village some time ago." The villager replied, and then asked casually, "What did you ask him for?"

"It's like this, I have two things to do here." Yan Shoulang said nonsense seriously, "The first thing is to help my sister treat her illness."

Feelings You haven't forgotten the setting of "brother who brings his mentally ill sister to seek medical treatment".

I held my umbrella and lowered my head to listen to the three people talking.

"The second thing is to come to Long Jun." Yan Shoulang said, "Long Jun has been away from home for a long time, and his parents are very worried about him and his sister."

So the two enthusiastically took me and Yan Shoulang to find the village chief. The village chief of Daomu Village was unexpectedly a young man in his prime, with a sixteen or seventeen-year-old daughter.

The daughter is called Gardenia, a name like Gardenia, and a girl like Gardenia.

Seeing guests coming to the house, Zhizi made tea enthusiastically. The greenish-brown tea was still steaming just after it came up, and a circle of water mist formed around the mouth of the cup.

I didn't move, just knelt on the floor of the village chief's house, lowered my eyes, and said nothing.

Zhizi, who served the tea, looked at me suspiciously, then turned to look at her father.

"Sorry, my sister has mental problems!" Yan Shoulang's loud voice rang out.

I:"……"#

I'm not angry, I'm really not angry, have you ever seen an adult get angry with a child?

"...So it's like this..." I felt Zhizi's changing eyes, "It's so pitiful..."

I:"……"

The hand covered under the sleeve of the furisode kimono unconsciously clenched into a fist, and the veins in the arm were bulging. Today's right hand seems to be particularly active. I decided that the next time I hit someone, the owl's beating must be double!

"Speaking of which, the people in Daomu Village hardly work in the fields." Yan Shoulang looked at the large and desolate fields outside the door, and said suddenly, "It's strange that the rice fields have been abandoned like this."

"Daomu Village, as you can see, used to be a village that depended on rice cultivation." The village chief said with a heavy tone, "However, since my father's generation, the land has become barren."

"I once thought that the village would end in my hands, until on a starry night, I heard the singing of the Sanskrit Goddess of Bliss. I think she made a wish, and God bestowed us with treasure and provided us with pillars for our lives!"

The middle-aged man looked at the neat houses in the village, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face, a smile full of hope.

A strange feeling came to my heart.

With my hands on my thighs, I lowered my head and listened quietly to the conversation between the two. The middle-aged man's voice was kind, and his every move carried the unique simplicity of the country, but the strangeness in my heart became more and more turbulent. It's just like a trickle of water, and then it's like a spring.

The temperature in summer is a bit high. Even though it rained two days ago, the heat wave still swells in the air. There are loud and clear cicadas in my ears, as well as the fine rubbing sound of the remaining leaves on the nearly withered tree in the yard. .

Yan Shoulang was really talkative. Unknowingly, he chatted with the village chief until lunch time. The village chief and his daughter Zhizi warmly invited us to stay for dinner.

"Then respect is worse than obedience!" Owl said heartily.

So this guy almost emptied the family's three-day food reserve.

I:"……"

With this appetite, you are not related to the Qiudao clan.

At dusk, Gardenia came to the room where I was placed with a tray. There was a beautiful kimono on the tray. On the kimono was the iris, the most prosperous plant of the season. The style was the small furisode that unmarried girls like. Next to her was a small delicate box containing rouge, red lip gloss, eyebrow pencil for thrushing eyebrows, and a small hairpin in the shape of a peach blossom.

I didn't look down at her, and I didn't know what she wanted to do, but I didn't think she could do anything to me, an old monster who had lived for so long.

"Miss Song." Zhi Zi greeted him politely before stepping over the threshold.

I didn't answer, I still remember that my character design was "a mentally ill sister who was taken around by her brother to seek medical treatment".

The little girl walked into the room, put the tray in her hand on the table, got up and brought me to the dressing table, and the mirror on the dressing table reflected my face.

Zhizi supported my shoulders, looked at my dull look in the mirror: "Miss Ge, let me help you do your makeup."

"Father said that if the village god saved the village, then she will definitely save Miss Ge." Zhizi said, "When you see the god, you must dress up beautifully. The god likes beautiful girls. It will definitely make Miss Ge a normal person."

From the girl's words, I didn't feel hypocrisy or deceit, but I believe that there is no so-called omnipotent god in the world. If there is, then I once snatched the god's blessing from the shrine where the Uchiha family worshiped the gods. Candy's Yingsuke, why didn't he even survive the first year after he went to the battlefield, and was buried in the cemetery of the Uchiha family with his body mutilated?

I don't believe in gods, I only believe in retribution.

But this village is indeed blessed by the so-called god, and girls like Zhizi trust this so-called god wholeheartedly.

I lowered my eyes and sat in front of the mirror in an orderly manner.

God?

The little girl picked up the eyebrow pencil, "Miss Ge, please raise your head, please?"

I raised my head slightly mechanically, and Zhizi smiled happily, and started to draw my eyebrows for me with an eyebrow pencil.

Apply rouge, blush, remove my simple hair tie, comb my hair with a wooden comb, fix it with hair pins, and the last step is lip balm.

"Is...really?" I looked up and asked her.

Zhizi's hand paused, and I saw the thin silhouette cast by her eyelashes.

"Have you seen, 'Master God'?" I asked softly.

Have you ever thought about it?

Where did "Master God" come from?

Why bless you?

Why is the land here still barren and desolate under the blessing of "Master God"?

Why didn't any of those who went to serve her come back?

Is the so-called "Master God" really a Lord God?

Have you ever wondered who is the one who weaves lies with "Master God"?

The moment the lie is exposed, what should you do?

I looked at the little girl who painted my eyebrows and lips with black eyes, her eyes were as low as an abyss.

"Yes." The little girl smiled and continued to give me some lip color, "I haven't seen Lord Shenming, but ah, Dad has."

I tilted my head up and let her put lip balm on my lips.

very pitiful.

If the person sitting here is not me, but a real fool, you are just dressing up a sacrifice and sending it to the altar.

At midnight, the bright full moon rises to the middle of the sky, the stars are shining brightly, the sky presents a beautiful dark blue, the overgrown weeds are fluttering with the wind, rubbing against each other and making rustling sounds, when the little animals in the grass move The small sound of stepping out is especially obvious in the silent night.

"Squeak-"

The wooden door was pushed open, and the silver-white moonlight flowed into the room like mercury, instantly brightening the dark room a lot.

The middle-aged man walked into the house against the moonlight.

"Miss Ge." The village head said.

I sat on the stool and raised my head mechanically, playing a fool perfectly.

"Let's go." The village head said again.

"Where are you going?" I tilted my head and repeated the words again, "Where are you going?"

The village chief was stunned for a moment, maybe it was an accident that I, a "fool" who had hardly spoken much, suddenly spoke.

"Go to see Lord Shenming." The village head quickly returned to normal, "Miss Ge, don't blame me, you are already in this state, and that ending is a kind of liberation for you, and it is also yours and yours. My brother saved our village with his life."

"Go...to see Lord Shenming?" I repeated the words again, but my eyes stared straight at the black eyes of the village chief, like abysses.

Are you serious?

Are you serious about giving me and my "brother" to "Master Shenming"?

Seriously... cheating on your own daughter?

The village chief was stunned again, and said instead: "That's right, let's go."

I picked up my umbrella and followed the village chief out of the door. The moonlight was cool, and a chill oozes out of the bright stars.

So, at that time, I don't have to show mercy.

There are not many children in the village. In the barren Daomu village, most of the children starved to death. Half a year after the "Master Shenming" came to the village, the village was temporarily lifted out of poverty, but the newborn still had not had time to be born.

I was taken to the center of the village by the village chief. A group of people gathered around the altar built with a wooden frame. In the center of the altar, a raging flame was burning in the brazier.

I was not surprised to see Yan Shoulang being carried on the shoulders of a young man, went to the altar and threw him down roughly. The owl tilted its head and was thrown onto the altar half dead like a puppet.

"So, Lord God, will you return my sister?" the man asked.

The village chief said: "Pray to the god, it will fulfill your wish, Long."

Takashi Nakamura.

The son of Mr. and Mrs. Nakamura who always wants to do big things.

From the moment Takashi Nakamura appeared carrying Yan Shoulang, it was like a drop of hot oil dripping into a pot, and the crowd below began to boil.

"Master God, please give me more wealth!"

"Master God, please bless my wife's safe delivery!"

"Master God, please bless me!"

"Lord God..."

Noisy, really noisy, a mess like a group of flies buzzing.

My mind was in a mess, the flames were crackling and burning in the brazier, the crowd was boiling, and the chirping of unknown bugs in the night sky was conducted into my brain after hitting the eardrum, like a messy and inferior symphony.

How many people have been brought to this altar and dedicated to "Lord God"?

What do you guys think of your life?

Is it a bargaining chip in exchange for benefits?

what.

I really stayed by Yuanyi's side for so long that I almost forgot the initial greed and ugliness.

After staying under the brilliance of the sun for a long time, I forgot the coldness of the night, and I forgot that I was also a "chip" used in exchange for benefits.

Thanks to Yuanyi, disgust is disgust, I didn't intend to kill them, if it was before, I would have chopped them down with a knife, and directly ended this group of idiots.

Immediately after the wind subsided, the distant singing seemed to come from afar, from the other end of time to this end of time.

The vision became somewhat blurred, and the golden flame was still burning in the dark night, jumping "crackling" in the brazier, and the flame was sometimes stretched and sometimes compressed.

"Rain song."

There was a warm touch on my face, and I raised my head suddenly. My black hair was like water pouring down from the top of a mountain, and my skin was as white as fine jade.

The woman stroked my cheek, gently rubbing her fingertips, her eyes loving.

mom.

My pupils vibrated violently.

mom.

"Mother."

I opened my mouth.

"Yuge, you must be very tired." Mom gently stroked my cheek, "Come to Mom."

Come to mom.

come on.

As if indulging in the hot spring water in winter, the whole person gradually relaxes, the pores open unscrupulously, and the spirit relaxes unscrupulously.

That is the mother I miss. When I am on the verge of death countless times, I want to return to the embrace of my mother just like when I was a child.

Go ahead.

"Yuge, you can't come here!"

I begged her to take me away countless times, but she pushed me away countless times and let me go with tears.

This is not my mother, who just pushes me away, into the living world.

Go for it!

The blade pierced through the air, cutting the air, and the moment the sun wheel blade was swung out, the ghost's screams followed.

"She has a knife!"

The sight returned to normal again, and in front of my eyes were the terrified faces of the villagers, as well as the ghost. This ghost unexpectedly looked like the ghost I had seen before. It was wearing a gorgeous kimono, and the clothes on the chest were cut open by a Japanese knives A big cut, the wound has healed, but the blood around it clearly tells others that it has been injured.

The ghost couldn't believe that he was injured, and looked at me with a hideous face, wishing he could swallow me alive.

"She hurt Lord Shenming!" Someone yelled again.

"Kill her!"

"Kill her!"

The crowd boiled again, and the flames complemented the crowd.

Thousands point to.

I closed my eyes.

Madara, were you like this too?

The memory is blurred, and the back of the fried-haired nephew who was wearing his national uniform with his big round fan on his back appeared in front of my eyes.

"No..." Yan Shoulang wanted to explain excitedly, but I reached out and grabbed him.

The owl looked at me puzzled, and I pulled out a mocking smile: "Can your loud voice overwhelm the voices of dozens of them?"

"But..." Yan Shoulang had something else to say.

"Slay ghosts honestly." I didn't look at him, but looked at the ghost in front of me, "I've seen this kind of situation before."

Uchiha who was feared by people, the patriarch who was abandoned by Uchiha and everyone, a lonely woman trapped in a deserted mansion.

Now that I have seen it all, what am I afraid of?

Just dance!

"Rain song."

"Dance, dance on the battlefield!"

The author has something to say:

Ge's temper was much better than before under the influence of Yuanyi. According to Yuge's temper, he would never talk about things that could be resolved by force, and slashed directly with a 40-meter-long knife.

#once#

Madara: Do you want to dance too? 【Big round fan flies directly to jpg.】

Yuge: ...【40 meters long knife walks up jpg.】

Quanna: If you have something to say, let's talk about it. [Turning people into idiots after the lecture jpg.]

#Now#

Song: It's fine if you take a beating.

Yuanyi: ...

Yan Shoulang: Please give me a severe beating!

Song: ...Spicy chicken sales, you go away! 【Pull Away jpg.】