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

After finishing the last sentence, we stopped chatting and sat down in an inconspicuous corner of the restaurant.

Except for the matter of his younger brother Yuanyi, Jiguo Yansheng's upbringing and behavior have determined that he is not a person who likes to get to the bottom of other people's affairs. After looking at him, he didn't say anything more, and his focus returned to the task.

After I explained it this way, Yan Sheng also roughly understood my intention to stay in the wine shop on purpose.

First of all, it is here for repairing, and the rush has already made people feel a little tired. No matter how powerful the striped swordsman is, he is still not out of the range of humans. Since he is a human, he will feel tired. There is no difference between killing ghosts and going to the battlefield. What's the difference, if you don't pay attention to the injury, the injury is considered minor, and it is very likely that you will lose your life.

The second is to do more homework here.According to the current information of the Ghost Killing Squad, rumors of ghost eating people are spreading in this city.People are creatures of gossip, and there is always a need for some entertainment in a boring life. Even if this entertainment is just to spread gossip, this alone is enough to make this rumor spread among the market in various ways.

After one person sees it, ten people, a hundred people, or even the whole city will know about it.

One of the best places to gossip is a wine shop.

The air is filled with the smell of fermented wine, mixed with various food smells, the wine glasses collide and tilt, and the wine in the cups splashes out.

The sun outside the window slanted into the wine shop, the texture of the rough wooden boards was clearly visible, and the liquid in the wine glass showed a transparent texture.

Such excitement is expected to continue until midnight.

Almost everyone who saw me drinking alcohol warned me not to drink alcohol in a sad tone.But no one told me a reason not to drink.

Neither did Yuan Yi.

After the unexpected drunk at the end of the year, I slept from the night of the party until the morning of the next day, and the quality of my sleep was exceptionally good. On the other hand, in the next few columns, I somehow entered the Butterfly House, and the collective tone was profound. And told me sadly, don't drink any more.

With a dazed look on my face, I turned my head and asked Yuanyi what I did to him when I was drunk.

Yuanyi told me that I took him to watch the stars all night, and fell asleep after watching.

After getting the answer, I was still confused.

Isn't it just watching the stars all night?

What happened to all your injuries?

What responded to me was the collective sad expressions of the pillars.

The smell of alcohol fermented in the air made people really uncomfortable, it was a torture to the sense of smell. At this time, I roughly understood why.

……

Before we came to the wine shop, we went to a temple in the city. Most of the victims were civilians without status. Those who were claimed by their families were taken back for burial by the family members who came to claim the corpses. Those who did not claim the bodies were handed over to the temple. deal with.

The death of one or two civilians does not attract much attention from the superiors, but in recent days, such things have become more and more frequent, ever since a son of a nobleman died in the river that passes through the city, and the body was soaked in water the next morning. When the swelling was picked up, the nature of the matter changed.

The nobleman died in the moat. It is said that the guy who drowned in the river had a high status, so he received great attention for the reason.

The time is almost up, and the body will also be moved to the place.

The cases in the monastery are taken over by specialized personnel sent by the city lord's mansion, and idlers are not allowed to approach.

The burial of the dead bodies has also been delayed.

So I took up my old job, found a wall and climbed in.

It was the first time for the owner of the successor country to climb over the wall of someone else's house, he couldn't tolerate this kind of sneaky behavior, but his own accident standards couldn't tolerate himself throwing things on women, so he thought twice, so he climbed the wall with me.

According to the information provided by the crow, Yan Sheng and I walked all the way to the house where the corpse was parked.

An old linden tree was planted in the yard of the house where the corpses were parked. Its branches and leaves are now lush and verdant. The light and shadows under the tree are mottled, and the fine shadows fall on the stone statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva below.

The air was filled with water vapor that hadn't evaporated in the early morning, and among the lush branches and leaves, dew rolled down the veins, and after an inaudible 'tick' sound, it hit the stone statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and smashed it to pieces.

Early this morning, another corpse was sent to the monastery. After several monks brought the corpse into the room, they stood at the door with folded hands and read a scripture. The last monk to leave locked the door.

I squatted halfway on the tree and turned over after making sure that no one was around.

"The door is locked." Yan Sheng, who came out from behind the statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, walked to the door and tugged on the lock.

I went forward, pulled the door lock, took out a thin iron wire from the cuff, found the lock hole, stretched the wire in and fiddled a few times, and the door lock opened after a 'click'.

"Okay."

I haven't picked locks often for many years, so the craftsmanship is a bit rusty. Fortunately, the person who made this lock didn't deliberately want to kill the lock picker. The lock still has the risk of being blown into slag by the gun above.

While I was muttering in my heart, I felt a strange gaze cast over me. When I turned my head, Ji Guoyan Sheng looked at me with complicated eyes. After deliberating for a while, he asked, "What on earth do you do?"

My face was paralyzed: "I learned it when I was locked up by my brother, don't think too much about it."

Uchiha's family tradition is to make trouble, but those who are too good at making trouble are often imprisoned by the patriarch. Before my brother died in battle, I put him in confinement for countless times. There is no other reason, but he is too good at making trouble.

For the first time in the clan field, he was thrown into the confinement room by his elder brother after he smashed the dojo with strange power. No one can control my eternal kaleidoscope.

The second is that the tasks that ninjas accept are all kinds of strange things, and the skills are always not overwhelming. In addition, I have the plug-in of Sharingan, so it will not take much effort to learn these things.

Ji Guoyan Sheng was silent for a while, and then asked me: "Does Yuan Yi know?"

"I know." I replied without thinking, "I even picked the locks of other people's houses in front of him."

"Of course it is required by the mission." I added another sentence.

In the days not long after joining the Ghost Killing Team, the Demon Killing Team's strength was not as good as it is now, running around to get out of missions, and the level of busyness was comparable to that of Konoha Jiancun at the beginning.

At that time, Madara not only had to deal with the affairs of the Uchiha clan, but also dealt with official affairs in Konoha Village, so he was very busy.As a result, most of the affairs of the Uchiha clan fell on top of my head, and I felt that my head was too big just to share a part of the affairs, let alone Madara who had two roles.

During those days, women were treated like men and men like animals.

In this way, our two newcomers were arrested, and the mission was efficient and fast. It was me and Yuanyi.

In one of the missions, a ghost sneaked into a family. The family refused to believe that their house had been haunted by a ghost, so they shut the two of us out. As long as the two of us dared to climb over the wall and enter from above, they would dare to kill us below.

It was the first time in my life that I saw such an unreasonable person, so I had no choice but to give up the option of climbing over the wall, and honestly took Yuanyi to pick the lock and went in. As soon as I entered the door, I saw the evil spirit raising its claws and opening its mouth to eat.

That ghost was finally burned to ashes by Yuanyi with the breath of the sun.

Yan Sheng: "..."

Yan Sheng's face was still expressionless. If it wasn't for the slightly twitching muscles on his face, I would have believed that this man was so young and mature that he was always in a state of being in front of a mountain collapse without changing his face.

After tearing the skin for a while, the two of us entered the room where the corpse was kept openly.

Well, not above board.

The air smelled of moisture and rotting flesh.

The windows on the four walls were all covered, and a few rays of light thankfully fell into the room through the gaps. The roof was covered with spider silk, and a faint halo flowed on the tiny spider silk.

The light in the room is very dim, and the line of sight will inevitably be somewhat obstructed.

I lifted the straw mat on the corpse facing the gate. It was a woman. A big hole was opened in the chest facing the heart. The heart was dug out, the flesh of the wound was exposed, and the bones of the chest cavity were crushed. , finely shattered white bones shattered and inserted into the muscles.

I stretched out my hand and opened the mouth and hands of the female corpse. There was no foreign matter in the mouth, and there was no other smell except the smell of decay. There were thick calluses in my hands. The hands of noble girls are delicate, so it is impossible to have such thick calluses. , is a commoner.

I pulled up part of the sleeves on the corpse, and unexpectedly saw some marks that shouldn't be there, whips, burns, and even marks left by punches and kicks.

But these are not fatal. What is really fatal is the big hole in the chest. When alive, the heart was directly gouged out, simply and neatly. The ghost who committed the crime has done many such things.

Have you ever been abused?

I paused, then reached out to her eyes, and opened her eyelids with my fingers. This corpse has been dead for less than a day, so I should be able to read the remaining memories, but of course there will be very few.

The eyes turned a rich blood color, and black gouyu turned out of the pupils, just as I imagined, only a few pictures were read.

In the gloomy vision, the woman ran in a hurry, crying all the while, and there seemed to be a man chasing her behind.

This picture bores me.

I frowned, covered the straw mat, turned and walked past the next corpse.

This time it was a man's corpse. The moment I lifted the straw mat, I frowned and thought about whether I should take it seriously for lunch today.

I'm afraid I'll throw up if I eat it seriously.

The body of the man under the straw mat was intact below the face, and the corpse above the neck could be described as appalling. The entire face was peeled off, the texture under the skin was turned out, and the dark white skull was exposed.

The edge of the peeled skin was neatly opened, as if it was cut by a sharp weapon and the flesh was torn off in one piece.

I put the mat back blankly.

On the other side, Ji Guoyan Sheng also inspected the remaining corpses, and his expression was not very good, even ugly.

"A woman's heart was dug out, and a man's face was peeled off." Ji Guoyan Sheng's brows were frowned, and his complexion was obviously not good.

"It's really bad fun." I frowned.

Such a vicious way of massacre is rare even in the ninja world.

If I hadn't been used to all kinds of deaths on the battlefield, maybe I would spit it out on the spot.

"Are you okay?" I paused, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Yan Sheng with a bad face.

Yan Sheng's tone was as usual: "I have no problem."

I:"……"

ok, you can do it.

The temperature in summer is getting higher and higher, and the time for corpses to be preserved will not be too long. There is not much ventilation on all sides, and the smell of rotting meat permeates this small room.

The skin of the corpse at the door was swollen, and it was fished out of the water. There was no obvious sign of decay. It seemed that it died last night, and the rest of the corpses had decayed to varying degrees.

If it hadn't been noticed by the superiors, I am afraid that these corpses have all been buried by the Zen monks in the temple.

If the corpses are not disposed of in time, germs and diseases will grow in the air. In severe cases, large-scale plagues will occur. As for the remaining corpses, there are obvious signs of decay, and they will have to be buried after a while.

"Let's go out first." I said.

So we left the temple, wandered around the downtown streets of the city for a while, and then went to this restaurant to take a rest.

……

The restaurant is still chaotic.

This kind of environment is very noisy, and it is also very popular with some people. In this kind of environment, you can drink freely, as long as you don't go too far, and no one will pay attention. Everyone is the same.

The drunkard with a flushed face staggered down from the second floor, his steps were so staggering that one felt that he might fall at any time.

The alcoholic with a bad face dangled the wine jug in his hand, spilled the wine all over the floor, the wine poured out from the mouth of the jug splashed his clothes, shook his head and looked around, then sat down in front of me, sat down Next to Yan Sheng.

I somehow feel that the other party looks familiar.

Yan Sheng's brows that had finally been stretched were frowned again.

"You!" The drunkard slammed the table vigorously, and the cup placed on the table shook, and the water in it splashed out.

The red eyes tried to widen, the other party stood up, pointed at me and cursed: "Why are you here, you bitch?!"

I:"……"

You can tell at a glance that this guy has drunk too much.

Don't be angry, don't be angry, don't be as knowledgeable as a drunk.

I sat on the stool with my arms folded, suppressing the desire to kill.

However, apart from the drunkard who suddenly ran out, I also felt several eyes looking over, most of them were looking at the show, which made me even more impatient, and the string holding my reason was almost broken.

Ji Guoyan Sheng next to him frowned, and said expressionlessly, "You've got the wrong person."

The drunkard tried his best to keep his eyes wide open, as if he couldn't see the person in front of him otherwise. After a careful look, his free hand slapped the table vigorously. At this moment, the glass on it was completely poured out, and the water in it It spilled out, dripping and dripping all over the floor.

"I didn't recognize the wrong person!" The alcoholic muttered, pointed at me and said loudly, "Where did you go when you didn't return at night?! When you get married, you have to listen to your husband!"

"Who is this?" The drunkard's gaze turned to Ji Guoyan Sheng, "Is it the man you hooked up with outside?!"

Yan Sheng: "..."

Ji Guoyan Sheng's face was completely dark, and the hand on the handle of the knife at his waist trembled slightly. I knew very well that this was not because of fear, but because of anger. I could suppress the desire to kill the other party and did not draw out the knife on the spot. , is already his best effort as a swordsman of the Demon Slayer Squad and his self-cultivation formed over the years.

"This is not a place for women!" The drunkard stood up and roughly extended his hand, "Come back with me!"

The muscles are relaxed, and the direction of the hand seems to want to pull my hair, and the movement is so casual that it seems to be pulling a beast.

I remembered who this guy was.

The man's usual attitude towards his wife was not much better.

Inexplicably, that female corpse that had been scarred during her lifetime appeared in my mind, and I felt that something was broken, the string called reason.

As the patriarch of a generation, Ji Guo Yan Sheng is well-cultivated. He has been implementing the warrior's way of life since he was born.

I am a Uchiha, and the Uchiha clan is famous for being reckless, not to mention Madara, the patriarch of the Uchiha clan, whose charcoal temper explodes when he encounters Senju Hashirama. With the patriarch taking the lead, the temper of the clan can Where are you going?

So, of course, I exploded.

Not to mention facing such a scumbag who abused his wife!

When I reacted, my body had already reacted consciously. The hand that was stretched out was held in the opposite direction. After the other party's whole body was lifted into the air, I slammed it on the table, and the table below was instantly torn apart.

There was also a slight "crack" faintly heard, which seemed to be a fractured bone.

The wine was splashed all over the floor, and the broken wooden boards and wine glasses rolled on the ground were all piled up on the ground.

The summer cicadas outside the window have already begun to chirp, and the long chirping is particularly crisp in summer, but the air in the wine cellar instantly thickens, the temperature drops instantly, and the cold killing intent almost makes people's bones creak. ring.

The pain woke up the alcoholic who was thrown on the sawdust. The other party stared at me blankly, at a loss, his hands and feet trembled visible to the naked eye.

……

After the riot, I dragged the drunkard out. The men in the whole restaurant probably had never seen such a fierce woman like me. They watched me dragging the drunkard’s back collar and walking out the door. dead dog.

Yan Sheng followed me out with a blank expression.

I threw the dead dog I was dragging on the wall of the alley, and recalled the fighting posture of the elementary school students in the Ninja School.

Before the drunkard could react, I kicked towards the opponent, rubbing the side of the opponent's head and kicking to the wall. The cracks spread on the wall like a continuously extending spider web.

"Yes, I'm sorry!" The drunkard's legs trembled, obviously he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

"Answer the question honestly." I tried my best to put on a fierce face, showing the fierce expression I had when I was called a 'Raksha', "Otherwise I will kick you to death."

Yan Sheng: "..."

The man kneeling on the ground prayed to the person in front of him as if praying to God and Buddha. Even though the person in front of me was me, it still made me very irritable.

After suppressing the irritability in my heart, I asked the wife of the drunkard who didn't return at night.

The drunkard looked at me and then at Yan Sheng, who was holding the handle of the knife beside him, with a slumped face, and found that the latter's expression was about to draw the knife and cut him at any time, so he had to do what I said honestly.

No matter how you cover it up, no matter how many deceitful words you use to fool people, I can still smell a scumbag who likes to abuse his wife from this person. In short, what this person said is mixed, and I don't have the ability to tell the difference like Quanna People have the ability to tell the truth or falsehood of every sentence, so they simply use Sharingan to dig out his memory.

Ha, what a scumbag.

The alcoholic's wife is a carpenter's daughter. Less than two years after being married to the alcoholic, the alcoholic's stomach has not moved. The alcoholic took it for granted that he had married a barren woman and had changed his pre-marriage attitude. Beating and scolding frequently, his wife lived like a beast.

Just last night, a drunken alcoholic started a new round of beatings on his wife. The wife couldn't bear the beatings, so she escaped from the house, and her husband who chased her all the way chased her to the street and lost her. .

The last thing left is the back of the woman running in a hurry in the dark night, overlapping with the memory left by the dead woman.

What was the result, I don't even need to think about it, I know what happened, the wife met a ghost, the ghost dug out her heart, and the body was thrown into the river.

After reading the memory, I came back to reality again. I looked at the alcoholic who was slumped on the ground and dizzy, as if he was looking at a corpse.

"You should be thankful. I haven't killed anyone since then." The twilight was reflected in the blood-colored pupils, and I opened them with cold eyes, "Otherwise, I will take your head off with a knife myself."

The chirping of cicadas in summer is still going on, stretching in a line, stretching to the other side, the sun is sinking faintly, the green on the linden tree is stained with a layer of blood-like red, and the stone bricks are cast in elongated shadows.

The living and the dead.

The living always sway their desires and malice recklessly, while the dead are sad but no one knows.

No matter how long, no matter where in the world, people always like this.

The author has something to say:

Yan Shengjiang: Yuanyi, what did your wife do before she became a ghost hunter?

Yuan Yijiang:? ? ?

The song sauce who picks the lock confidently: Ninja.

Song: Otherwise, I will kick you to death! 【Cruel face jpg.】

Yan Sheng: ...What on earth are you doing?

When Ban Ban and Zhu Di Nan He Chuan broke up, Tajima's father put him in confinement. Aunt Yuge secretly took her younger nephew to the confinement room to pick the lock and gave her eldest nephew sushi.

Quan Nana: Huh?Bring food to brother?I am coming too!

Father Tajima: Open one eye and close one eye jpg.

Banban: Tch——【The beancurd sushi smells delicious jpg.】

感谢在2021-01-3120:55:38~2021-02-0521:10:27期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 3 bottles of egg yolk skin shrimp; 1 bottle of meow;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!