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

The weather in midsummer is so hot that even dogs hate it.

The morning sun is hazy, fine dust particles float in the pale golden sunlight, as if covering the surroundings with a layer of light and fluffy tulle, and the green branches are still covered with crystal dew, as the sun rises higher and higher , the temperature began to rise, heat waves rolled in the air, the moisture on the branches evaporated in the sun, and the whole branches began to droop.

In the morning when the sky was getting dark, Yuan Yi and Yan Sheng ran to the dojo to practice with knives. The two of them were more diligent than the other. As expected of you, my lord.” Ah, something strange seems to have come out.

I'm such a salty fish in comparison.

In the middle of the night, the crimson sun sank most of its cheek between the mountains, and a cool wind howled from the mountain forest, rolling green broken leaves.

In the early morning, Yan Shoulang received the task sent by the crow, and rushed towards the south non-stop under the urging of the crow's chirping.

At the same time, I also received a reply from Butterfly. Butterfly scolded me first, which probably means that I usually beat people like my son in the headquarters of the Ghost Killing Squad, but when I was in front of ghosts, I threw myself on the street. It's a shameful thing Son.

After Madara left Konoha, I was scolded so badly for the first time. Butterfly is a girl who always has a smile on her face, but she never loses to Madara who always looks like a lady when she scolds people.

So I bit the steamed bun and wrote back to Butterfly, basically asking her to check the body of the swordsman with stripes. Those high-intensity breathing methods don't seem to be born in Yuanyi. There is a certain meaning to breathing methods. It's beyond the range of normal people, so it's better to be cautious.

After I finished writing, I stuffed the letter into the small metal tube on the crow's leg. The crow flapped its wings and flew into the sky. I watched the black crow gradually go away and finally disappeared from sight.

It was completely dark, and Yuan Yi hadn't come back yet.

After walking around the room on tiptoe and on the tatami a few times, I decided to go to the dojo to find Yuanyi.

The door of the dojo has been locked, and I did not find Yuanyi in the dojo.

But it doesn’t bother me. My old line of business has quite high requirements in terms of gathering information and finding people. If you fail to pass the exam, you may be dragged out by the clan’s instructors, although no one wants this kind of treatment. .

So I found Enichi in the tea room next door to the dojo.

Not only Yuanyi and Yan Sheng, but also Fengzhu, and... the owl that went out this morning?

Bandages were wrapped around the shirtless Fengzhu's body, and his face was pale and tired.On the tatami were blood-stained haori and blood-stained bandages.

Looks like he's been pretty badly hurt.

When I opened the door, the doctor who had treated Fengzhu's injury was already packing up his things and was about to leave. After closing the medicine box, the doctor picked up the medicine box and told Fengzhu some precautions. The face said "I got it".

The doctor with the medicine box on his back gave me a symbolic nod when he passed by me, which was regarded as a polite greeting, and I subconsciously nodded back.

The door of the Japanese room was closed with a "click", and I looked at the four men in the Japanese room.

"Tell me, what's going on?" I tilted my head.

I didn't wait for an explanation, but Feng Zhu said with a stinking face that he was not strong enough, too weak.

I blinked my eyes.

"What do you mean?!" The violent Fengzhu frowned instantly, "You look down on people! Do you want to fight?"

I was expressionless: "You guys can't beat me alone."

Of course, Yuan Yi was not among them.

Fengzhu: "...Damn!"

I glanced at him up and down, the injury was not serious, but somehow I didn't hurt him, "What's the matter with you?"

Fengzhu is thin blood.

The so-called thin blood is a rare existence among human blood types. For ghosts, eating a human with thin blood can achieve the effect of eating dozens or even hundreds of people.Having dealt with ghosts for so many years, I also gradually understood that the flesh and blood of ghost hunters is a rare delicacy among ghosts.

There is no doubt that putting the bloody wind column on the side of the road is like throwing barbecue into the wild dogs. It is like saying to the ghost, come on, come on, there is a lot of blood here, come and eat it.

I once teamed up with Feng Zhu to chop down ghosts, and this Gua Piwazi just pointed a knife at his elbow without saying a word.

I was really taken aback by his coquettish operation.

What's the matter with you?

The Ghost Killing Squad is a serious ghost killing organization, not a psychopathic organization, right?

What are you doing to yourself if you don't chop ghosts with a knife?

It was only later that I found out that he had thin blood, and the reason why he cut his arm was to lure the ghost out with his own blood.

I have always disapproved of him using self-harming methods to deal with ghosts. Humans are different from ghosts. The healing ability of ghosts’ bodies is far better than that of humans. If the head is not snapped off by the sun wheel knife, it can even regenerate at an extremely fast speed. Well, a small wound appeared on a person's body, and it could be fatal if it was serious.

This time, Fengzhu really encountered a stubble, not to mention his arm was bleeding, and he was almost bitten by a ghost. It wasn't that Yan Shoulang was killed halfway, his body was cold now.

The young man bared his teeth and let out an unwilling "tss".

I thought about it, walked to the tatami where the blood-stained haori was placed, and reached out to pick up the haori.

Feng Zhu froze for a moment, not understanding why I did this.

"What are you going to do?" Feng Zhu asked puzzledly.

I glanced at him: "Waste utilization."

"What?" Feng Zhu didn't understand anymore.

"Do you want to lure the ghost out with the blood on Feng Zhu's clothes?" Yuan Yi said suddenly.

"Yeah." I said, "The town at the foot of the Wisteria Flower House will hold a summer festival in two days, and the ghosts probably won't act rashly before the summer festival begins."

The ghost injured Feng Zhu, according to what Feng Zhu said, the ghost hurts one thousand enemies and eight hundred, after Yan Shoulang jumped out to rescue Feng Zhu, it also realized that there were other ghost hunters in this area, and it didn't want to give it to the ghost hunter. The sun wheel has been hacked, and it is the best choice to temporarily avoid its edge.One cannot come out for activities during the day, and the vigilance of ghost hunters at night will be [-] points. The lively summer festival is the best time to escape from the hunting range of ghost hunters.

Places with people are lively, the more people there are, the more lively they are, and the hotter and more noisy places are more suitable for hiding. Ghosts who can perform mimicry to change their appearance have a high chance of mixing in the crowd, and the chance of eating people is also very high.The ghosts that can hurt Fengzhu are not soft persimmons. Once they eat people, regain their vitality, and raise their vigilance against the ghost killing team, it will be even more troublesome.

In addition to me, there is also Yuanyi who can penetrate the world at all times. Most of the members of the ghost killing team rely on observing the appearance of ghosts to judge whether the opponent is a ghost. When facing some ghosts who are good at hiding in the crowd, the enemy is I am in the dark, but I am at a disadvantage.

So I'd better go there myself.

"You don't want your haori, do you?" I shook the tattered and dirty haori in my hand.

"Washing and washing can actually be worn..."

"..." My eyes instantly turned like a wolf and a tiger.

"Okay, take it away..."

Damn, do you want to be beaten?

If this guy hadn't been wounded, I would have hit him long ago.

Isn't it just a piece of clothing?

Will Ghost Slayer lack a piece of clothing for you to wear?

"I'll go with you." Yuan Yi said suddenly.

I opened my mouth, wanting to say no, but suddenly met a pair of rather serious red eyes, I subconsciously closed my mouth, it seems that what happened last time really frightened Yuan Yi quite badly.

So the two of us stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes, and the people around us didn't speak, and the atmosphere was a little weird for a while.

I reached out and tugged at his sleeve: "You don't have to worry about me."

"I've been late twice already." Yuan Yi pursed his lips.

"It's different," I said. "I'll protect myself. I'm...not trapped anymore."

I have the desire to live.

"You said you wouldn't die, so I won't die either."

I will always be at your side.

"Trust me, okay?" I unconsciously pulled Yuan's sleeve with a little more strength.

The crimson eyes were calm and unwavering, and Yuanyi looked down at me.

When we met for the first time, the small child, who was about my height, stood by the watery rice field, without joy or sorrow, like a plant, quietly, and like a carefully crafted plant. porcelain dolls.

His name is Yuanyi, Yuan is the bond between people, but I know that he has few bonds, his father regards him as unknown, his mother died young, and his only elder brother is far away from him.

When the fallen leaves in autumn are buried in the soil, they can still form an invisible bond with the new leaves of the coming year. Yuanyi cherishes his bond, but when he comes to the edge of the rice field, he is like a bird with a broken thread. Kites, wandering aimlessly in the world.

"Yuanyi, I will not leave you." I said softly, as if making a solemn oath.

Yuanyi still compromised, but he still told me to be careful, and asked me to take the crow with me before going out. If I encountered a ghost who couldn't handle it, I quickly called the crow to inform him, and he would definitely feel me as quickly as possible. Beside her, there is an image of an old mother who is worried about her son who is about to go on a long journey.

I think it's a bit funny. In the past, I was worried about my ignorant bastard's troubles outside and worried about my mother's role. I couldn't tell what my mood was after the roles were switched for a while.

The stomachs of those who hadn’t eaten were rumbling with hunger. Yan Shoulang’s stomach drum was the loudest one, and the owl scratched its head in embarrassment. It’s getting late and everyone in the Wisteria House has gone to bed It's too late, and it's not easy to wake people up for supper, so I had to roll up my sleeves and cook for these two hundred and five.

There are a few freshwater eels and a few white radishes in the sink in the kitchen. After the eels are skinned and boned, they are poured with the existing sauce and roasted on the fire for a while, and some are taken out of the cabinet. Miso, made radish miso soup, served with cooked white rice, and dealt with it all night.

Fengzhu knew that I could cook, but he had never eaten the rice I cooked, holding his rice bowl and looking at the cooked food, his eyes almost popped out.

"You made it?" Feng Zhu held the rice bowl with his chopsticks, looking surprised.

I said angrily: "Otherwise, where do you think I will go to find food for you at night?"

"You can cook?" Feng Zhu looked me up and down, "I thought you would only hit people."

I:"……"#

"Do you want to eat?" If you don't eat, you will fall down.

"Eat!" Feng Zhu immediately shut up and put on his chopsticks.

After the small episode, everyone started to move their chopsticks collectively. Yan Sheng's eating was the most orderly one among all the people, and every move seemed to be measured by a ruler, no matter what, they were all within that scale.

As expected of a child who was carefully raised as the heir of the samurai family since childhood, on the other hand, while holding the rice bowl and moving the chopsticks as quickly as the wind pillar he used, he stuffed the eel with sauce in his mouth and shouted "delicious!" " Yan Shoulang, the way these two brothers eat is almost unbearable.

After reaching out my hand to remove the grains of rice sticking to Enichi's mouth, I muttered.

"Miss Ge, won't you eat together?" Yan Shoulang asked vaguely while chewing the food in his mouth.

You still remember me, thank you.

"I've eaten it." I had blind eyes, and when I turned my head, someone suddenly stuffed a piece of eel into my mouth.

Um?Uh-huh?Hmmmm?

Yuanyi put down his chopsticks: "It's delicious."

I:"……"

I moved my mouth, chewing the meat in my mouth with a dull expression in my eyes.

Cub, don't just share a pair of chopsticks with others.

Heart tiredJPG.

I'm not some weak and weak woman, otherwise I wouldn't be called Rakshasa.

Although my current physical condition is not as good as when I drove the Gundam to beat Senshou Feijian back then, my current physical condition is closer to my prime than a few years ago.Uchiha has the potential to drive Gundams. I think that when my nephew opened Gundams, he swept across the borders of the Land of Fire. Although I can’t drive Gundams now, it’s no problem to put them out on fire.

It doesn't seem to be.

I am good at fire escape but know nothing about water escape. I am not the dead white hair in Qianshou Feijian who is obviously water escape but forced to use the effect of sea escape. This also shows that I am an arsonist who is not good at putting out fire. Hundreds of miles were covered by forests, and the fire that could sweep thousands of troops on the battlefield was extinguished in such a wide area that it might cause a large fire, and the water column was not there, so no one was extinguishing the fire.

It's better to pay attention, those who haven't extinguished the fire can't just use fire to hide their faces like before.

At dusk, I oiled the sun wheel knife, wrapped the handle roll, and put the knife back into the scabbard when I was sure there was no major problem. The knife and the scabbard closed with a crisp "ding".

I changed into the clothes that the servant from Wisteria's family sent me, tied up my hair with a red string, and hung the knife around my waist. The scabbard was a bit long, almost reaching to my heels, but it didn't bother me.

When I opened the paper door, I saw the red glow in the courtyard. The red glow reminded me of the bloody battlefield a long time ago. The red was a bit dazzling.

I pushed aside the railing in the yard, walked along the path paved with bluestone slabs, and left the House of Wisteria Flowers.

The House of Wisteria Flowers is built on the mountainside. When you climb to the top of the mountain at night, you can see a small town that looks like broken stars scattered on the ground.Walking down the small road paved with bluestone slabs, the moonlight above the night is cool, the town is brightly lit, and the two scenery with the same meaning appear in the same picture frame, but they are surprisingly harmonious.

The patterns printed on the kimonos by the girls of the summer festival, whether in color or pattern, are as beautiful and prosperous as flowers blooming in spring.

When dusk comes, the little maid of the wisteria flower family puts on the small sleeves printed with goldfish patterns, puts on bright lipstick, puts on the makeup she likes, and runs down the mountain to attend the memorial ceremony holding the arm of her companion went.

"Ms. Ge really don't need this?" Before leaving, the little maid was still holding her favorite lipstick and blush, eager to help me put on makeup, "Mr. Yuanyi will also be very happy to see the beautiful Beautiful Miss Song."

I thought to myself, how could this be related to Yuan Yi.

It's not like I haven't participated in memorial service in the past. After joining the ghost killing team, although there are few free days without ghost hunting missions, it is not impossible. Occasionally, I will go to a bustling city to participate in some celebrations. Some bustling places have beautiful looks and exquisite makeup. The other girls gave Yuan Yi all the looks, but without exception, they all returned in defeat.

Yuanyi's field of vision is different from that of ordinary people. In his eyes, the peerless beauty in other people's eyes is just peeling off the skin, and even the bones, texture, and tiny blood vessels can be seen at a glance.So it doesn't make any difference to him whether he wears makeup or not.

Yuan Yi, who has been unable to find his wife, is either dull or his eyes.

Left and right still couldn't hold back the little girl, and let her fiddle with a little makeup on my face.

"Miss Mingge is a beauty." The little girl puffed her cheeks after putting on makeup, "Why don't you like dressing yourself up?"

I said it was too much trouble.

The little girl pressed my shoulder with an excited expression: "How can this be done!"

I:"……"

Why are you so excited?

The face is mine and not yours.

"It will be disgusted by my husband!" said the little maid.

I:"……"

I don't have a husband, why should I be afraid of being rejected by my husband?

The brain circuits of young people are so strange that I can't understand JPG.

There are many people who come to the town to participate in the summer festival, and the mobile stalls on both sides of the street are enough to make people dizzy, not to mention the pedestrians who come and go like fish.

Too many people.

My hand on the handle of the knife paused, things were a little tricky.

The people who come to participate in the summer festival in the small town are not only the people living in the small town, but also foreigners who come from outside the small town admiringly, the crowd like swimming fish, the voices of small vendors calling, and the cheers of the crowd can be heard endlessly.

I stopped at the stall of a small vendor selling masks.

"Miss, do you want a mask?" The mask seller was a young student, enthusiastically introducing the masks on his booth.

I glanced at the masks hanging on the wooden stand. The masks were neatly arranged in rows from top to bottom, and they were uniformly carved with wood. Both the knife work and the coloring skills were superb.

I was attracted by a mask with a fox pattern, the base color is white, the eye shadow is vermilion, the eyeliner is picked up, the full fox eyes, and the beard on the cheeks are also painted with vermilion paint, so plain White and bright red, simple but delicate.

"Do you want this?" The other party smiled and took off the mask and brought it to me.

I hesitated for a while, but still took the mask handed over by the other party: "Thank you, the mask is very beautiful."

"Thanks for the compliment!" The young man suddenly smiled shyly.

After paying the money, I turned around and was about to leave, but unexpectedly I almost bumped into the person behind me. I subconsciously took a big step back and distanced myself from the person.

"Be careful." The other party reminded me kindly.

"I'm very sorry," I said.

The other party looked like a young nobleman who went out to play, wearing a dark kimono for going out, slightly curly hair like seaweed, and the pair of red plum-colored eyes that people couldn't help but notice.

Those are a pair of unique eyes, and people are subconsciously attracted by such a pair of beautiful eyes, but I don't like these eyes, and subconsciously took a step back.

"Beautiful lady." The corner of the other party's mouth slightly raised, "The mask you chose is very suitable for you."

With a beautiful voice and a decent smile, it should be the type that girls like nowadays.

"Thank you." I said lightly, and glanced at him without any trace.

Next to your son, there is a young woman who looks young, wearing a dark floral kimono, with her head bowed all the time, her hair is tied up with white sandalwood paper, and the hair hanging down her cheeks slides down her cheeks and falls to her shoulders .

"Master." The woman who had been silent all this time said, "Here..."

The aristocratic son squinted his plum-colored eyes and glanced at the woman beside him: "Shut up, Zhu Shi."

The woman's hands folded neatly on her abdomen tightened unconsciously, and her red lips were pursed tightly.

I saw the woman's eyes, the dark purple eyes are a bit like purple hyacinths swaying in the wind, the eyes may not be as delicate and beautiful as the red plum eyes, but they feel much more comfortable.

The woman noticed that I froze for a moment when I looked into her eyes, and then turned to look at me steadily. The emotions contained in the eyes were complicated, including... worry, hint, and warning, which I couldn't understand.

"Miss is a samurai?" The man's beautiful voice brought me back to my senses, and I took my attention away from those dark purple eyes.

"No." My hand on the handle of the knife paused.

"Then why are you carrying a knife?" Your young master asked again.

"It's just a habit," I said.

I really don’t want to continue your boring conversation with him. This man may be the type that girls like, but it’s useless to me. He only gives me a strong sense of disobedience. And discomfort, this feeling is very bad. I didn't speak harshly at him out of respect for a stranger. If it was someone I knew, I would have let him go.

I raised my eyes and glanced at the woman, then turned to the young master and said, "You don't seem very convenient, so I'll take my leave first."

"Have a nice night, miss." The man didn't bother too much.

I paused: "I also wish you a pleasant night."

I left the mask stand and walked forward, gradually leaving the man and the woman beside him behind.

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