The strongest ghost is too afraid of death

This is a forest filled with thick fog.

It is located on the west side of a county town in the upper right corner of Oita.

Even though it was daytime, the surrounding residents dared not approach the forest covered in mist.

Horrible rumors of "there are evil spirits that eat people in the forest, and those who strayed into the forest have never come out, and the unwillingness of their dead souls are transformed into the fog that covers the forest" Horrific rumors are spread among the residents.

The black-haired boy walking through the forest couldn't lift his hands or shoulders.

As a newborn puppet, it only has the strength and patience of ordinary human beings.

He felt genuinely uncomfortable about not being strong enough to fend off any contingencies.

Silk and satin kimonos with luxurious patterns and simple cuts, soft fingers that do not touch the spring water, and no thick cocoons from doing farm work.

I looked up at the sun several times as if I had lost my direction, but was blocked by thick fog, and I could only feel the dim sunlight.

Such a boy attracts ogres that live in the dense fog.

Staring at and coveting eyes cast from the thick fog, with the coldness and greed of gazing at the prey.

Ah, so hungry.

The ogre wandering in the dense fog thought so, leaving saliva on the side of its mouth.

So hungry.

Since the horror rumors spread among the nearby villagers, there are almost no pedestrians who want to go straight through the forest to take the shortcut.

Originally hiding in the dense fog forest because of its weakness, the ogre who lived on the passers-by came in and became more and more hungry.

That's not why you're staring at me.

The young man who walked on the bright side casually cast a glance at the place where the evil spirit was hidden, and soon, no one found it.

There is also this kind of ghost that gets so little blood from Onimai Tsuji that it is so weak that it is not much different from a beast.

...But it's not something he can deal with now.

Due to the professionalism of making the vest, Cup Skeletal Blade does not have the slightest smell of the strongest ghost on his body, even the winding ghost cannot recognize him in front of him.As a price, he is now just an 'ordinary boy' in the general sense, and even because of the boy's size, his strength is not as powerful as that of an adult human.

In this case, death is really dead.

But it's just another matter of pinching a vest.

The cup bone blade convinced himself in this way to suppress the restlessness that accompanies 'death' in the subconscious.

Damn, this kind of anxiety that tomorrow is the holiday and I haven't moved a word of my holiday homework.

He secretly hypnotized himself and continued to walk through the jungle covered with dead leaves.

The distance between the evil spirit and the boy is getting closer.

The red light of greed in the evil ghost's eyes became more and more obvious, and the saliva formed a puddle at his feet.

In the boy's thick hanging sleeves, his fingers twitched unbearably, and his manicured oval nails made claw-like gestures.

The forest was still shrouded in thick fog.

The lingering dense fog and the disappearance of several tourists made the nearby residents shy about it.

Originally, with the popularity of the new generation of transportation, the small development of the tourism industry has been hit unprecedentedly.

The innkeeper, who really couldn't bear it, was desperate and invited the swordsmen of the legendary ghost killing team.

"This is my turnover for last year, and the remuneration for being the owner of the izakaya in the alley, and the reward for being the owner of the hot spring, please, please.

"Anyway, let the fog in that forest dissipate."

The visitor has proud and bright yellow hair and orange pupils, and the heat that burns like the sun seems to be able to dispel the dense fog.

"Wum! Whether it's a ghost or a dead soul, I will use my sword to cut through everything!"

His hearty smile is also like the sun, exuding heat that infects people's hearts.

Such intense heat even made the young man who was far away in the dense fog feel it.

Ghost Squad?

He put away the gesture of the ghost claw in the hanging sleeve, and decided to wait for someone to 'save the beauty' with peace of mind.

The ghost of the string is not a vegetarian existence, and the status quo has not made any progress for so long, which only shows that as a 'ghost', it is indeed impossible to find the trace of the blue Bianhua.

That being the case, simple reverse thinking, as long as you are on the human side is fine.

Even as the strongest group of 'people', the Ghost Killing Squad is simply a unique search weapon.

I believe that they who take killing ghosts as their mission will definitely be interested in the blue Higan flower that Oniwu Tsuji has been thinking about, and want to get it before Oniwu Tsuji.

But just doing nothing and waiting, I can only GG, and then open a new vest.

So the young man who was still walking slowly in the forest stopped in place. He rolled up his sleeves, jumped with both feet, and eagerly searched for the wide area nearby.

As a local ghost, it is obvious that this person is more familiar with the forest than he is, and even has the smell as a clue, so the dense fog is not a big deal.

But today is an unprecedented sunny day.Even if it is covered by thick fog and not covered by leaves, the ghost might not be able to easily touch it due to its weakness.

OK, that's it.

No flare guns, no countdown to one two three.

The moment before the ferocious mouth in the dense fog approached the back of the boy's head, he quickly ran away.

The ghost behind him gritted his teeth fiercely, and let out a crisp gnashing sound that made the cup bone blade's teeth sore.

He turned his head and saw the evil ghost, which had been dazzled by hunger, rushing towards him after not eating for a long time.

... Grass, so fast.

Cup Kueyen, who had overestimated his current speed, lowered his head in embarrassment, and was almost bald by the latter's paw.

Holding his head, he ran wildly towards the wide field where the sun was stronger just now.

It was the last time he ran away in such embarrassment when he was in danger.

Although the body has recovered to the level of an ordinary teenager, the practice of practicing day and night is deeply engraved in his mind.

How to avoid obstacles, how to look around while running, how to detect the information you want to get from the wind.

The oncoming wind informs oneself of the information of the road ahead one by one.

The wet aroma of the soil, the lightness of the leaves passing by the ears, the misty humidity mixed with the vitality of the morning.

Despite this, Cup Skeletal Blade ran in a panic, retreating dangerously from the gate of hell at any time, his body was covered with cut wounds caused by branches and ghost claws, the blood soaked the expensive kimono, and the bloody smell permeated the people behind him. The speed of the ghost went up to a higher level, and he was forced to be even more embarrassed.

Gradually.

The body of ordinary people is gradually reaching its limit, every breath is like burning charcoal smoke, and the heavy gasping sound is obvious even if you don't deliberately listen to it, lactic acid accumulates violently in the thigh muscles, heat rushes to the brain and eyelids.

can not breath.

The human body is so fragile.

But it doesn't matter, he is a person who has undergone Spartan training in order to become stronger.

The ghost chasing after him was indeed dazzled by hunger, and he, who is familiar with the forest, should know the direction of the Cup Skeleton Blade, but he still pursued persistently, which can be called a bullfighting man who saw the red cloth.

The sunlight in front of him was getting stronger, and the surrounding scenery became brighter visible to the naked eye.

Until the empty and leafless open space, even the thick fog is no longer thick enough to block the view, the hungry ghost finally realizes that he has been fooled.

He opened his mouth wide and let out an extremely angry roar.

In return, when the young man in front of him looked back, even though his face was completely pale due to excessive breathing, he raised his eyebrows brightly and triumphantly.

"I just found out, idiot—!"

The more furious ghost opened its mouth ferociously at him——

The bright and tragic orange-red blade sliced ​​across the throat of the evil ghost who was roaring upwards.

The flash of orange seemed to be burning hot flames.

The head of the evil spirit flew far away until it hit a big tree and touched the ground gently. It looked at the sky covered by fog with tears in its eyes, and was melted by the diffuse sunlight like acid, and screamed in unbearable pain. .

"Wum."

The man with the knife sheathed had a hearty smile on his face, and those orange eyes seemed to have replaced the sun that disappeared in the thick fog.

The cloak behind him fluttered in the morning wind, and the orange flame pattern at the tip seemed to be fueled by life force.

Vigorous, warm and fearless burning.

"Good job! Boy."

Because he ran for too long and ran to the limit, the young man who was breathing heavily to calm his chest pain after the crisis was resolved raised his head and blinked.

"Hey, who are you?"

"It's impolite!"

As he said this, the man smiled and patted the boy's head vigorously.

"Having said that, he moved like a man when he encountered an evil ghost, and cleverly led the ghost to a place with strong sunlight. He didn't give up even though his breathing was so chaotic that it was unbearable. He kept calm and persevered. Good job!"

The man's strength was too great, and the boy who was already breathing disorderly fell on the tree stump behind him.

The man with yellow hair and orange eyes squatted down, and the robe with the pattern of burning flames at the end fell on the dead branches on the ground.

He stretched out his hand to the boy leaning against the tree stump breathing heavily.

"Hello, boy, my name is Lian Ji Xing Shou Lang!"