The strongest ghost is too afraid of death

As Qing Xiang expected, even after digging three feet into the ground and searching carefully inch by meter, Zaomen and Xiazhu did not find the slightest clue of the evil spirit.

Qing Xiang didn't find any elements related to 'flowers'.

The 'cowardly' attitude of a half-day dog ​​will not leave a tail.Surrounded by a strong bloody smell, it thickly covers up the sporadic turbid ghost smell.

From the beginning of the night to the sunrise, the wetness of the night stained the corners of several people's clothes, and Xiazhu's eyelashes condensed water, which rolled down with his blinking movements and mixed into the soil.

Zaomen knelt down on one knee and closed his eyes gently for the corpses scattered all over the place.

Even if he didn't hide his exhaustion, his face was much calmer than last night, pity and sorrowful, praying for the innocent people who died.

"Please rest in peace... I swear in the name of the ghost killing team, I swear that I will kill the evil spirits and clear the way for you to die."

Die.

Qing Xiang hooked the little finger in Gou Yuori's inner circle.

To die like him, to live restlessly in another age.

Xia Zhu's flat voice called Qing Xiang back: "What should I do?"

Qing Xiang returned to his former state again.

"Referring to the corpses of the villagers?"

"Well, if you leave it alone, you will get more sick."

After Xiazhu finished speaking, she paused and looked sideways at the village gate.

Qing Xiang gave the answer after a brief thought: "There are too many people. Tanjiro has been working back and forth since yesterday. Shi Tou-san, let the two of us bury the villagers and let everyone return to their souls."

He also looked towards the village gate.

There was the sound of running footsteps panting heavily, and there was a slight smell of gunpowder.

Zaomen disagreed, and he was persistent in wanting to bury the body with the two of them, but before the discussion reached a conclusion, a horrified and stunned roar came from the village gate, interrupting Qing Xiang's discussion with Zaomen:

"You guys, what did you do?!"

This Japanese has a very exotic accent, and he speaks stumblingly, with a strange inflection.

In the village, three teenagers with blood on their clothes were wading in the bloody water.One person was expressionless, with a trace of blood rubbing on his fair cheek (scratched up during the search), one person was holding a long-barreled gun on his back imposingly, with a strange expression, and the other person was facing him sideways, the tip of the control knife on his waist was dipped in the bloody water.

Everything made the blond foreigner feel like a frightened bird, clutching his pistol tightly.

From Qing Xiang's perspective, the muzzle of the opposing gun was only the size of a coin. He raised his hand and pulled through the stunned stove door, half-shielding the latter.

"You misunderstood, these corpses were not caused by us, we were also shocked, and stayed here to try to find out the cause."

But the foreigner didn't believe it at all. He stared at the three vigilantly, racked his brains and thought for a long time, and after giving up, he only said: "Police!"

To warn us that he is going to call the police, or to ask why we didn't call the police?

But he is still an acquaintance, and he met at the station before, but the little girl from before was not nearby.

Qing Xiang was about to open his mouth when he saw the foreigner tentatively moving the stove door and grabbed his sleeve and took a step forward, warning anxiously: "Please don't get any closer! This place is very dangerous! You may be killed by a familiar smell! "

But Zaomen's anxious tone made the foreigner feel as if he was facing a formidable enemy. He raised his gun and aimed it at the Zaomen, and was covered by Qing Xiang sideways.

Xia Zhu had seen instruments in the hands of foreigners, but only in Qing Xiang's hands.

Qingxiang's use of gunpowder made Xia Zhu overestimate the latter, and even left a wrong impression that hot weapons were related to poison.

Since it was the opponent who made the first move, Xia Zhu pulled out the palm-length sun wheel knife with the handle - the remaining blade was still in the scabbard, and warned plainly: "Please don't act rashly."

There was a sound of '噗' when the knife was drawn, the sunlight reflected by the sharp blade, and the phrase 'please don't act rashly' were mixed together, like the chemical reaction of a landmine bomb, making the situation explosive.

The sweat on the top of the foreigner's head was clearly visible, and the arm holding the knife handle shook, with a stab on his back.Looking at the way his eyes turned back and forth, he was probably evaluating the winning percentage against the three of them in his heart.

His extraordinary panic made Qing Xiang aware of Huadian, and tentatively said:

"Cantyou understandjapanese?" (You don't understand Japanese?)

The foreigner and Zaomen were taken aback almost at the same time, and the latter looked sideways blankly.

What did Brother Youkang say just now?

The attitude of the foreigner made Qing Xiang confirm his guess.

...I don't know Japanese, but I dare to come to Japan in this era, very brave.

He frowned impatiently, but at least he finally found the fundamental contradiction in the communication conflict between the two parties.

The young man talked to him fluently in a foreign language with almost the same accent as the other party. Judging from his complexion, the communication was not smooth, but at least the foreigner put away his gun suspiciously. Signal to retract the knife and sheath it.

Finally, Qing Xiang ended the conversation with "whatever you want."

The expressions on both sides were not good-looking, but Qingxiang was still very gentle when speaking to Zaomen and Xiazhu: "Tanjiro, Tokito-san, let's go, and go to other possible places to look for traces of ghosts."

Zaomen couldn't understand what Qingxiang said to the other party, he looked around, hesitant and sad.

"...Brother Youkang, we haven't buried everyone yet."

Qing gestured to the foreigner at the door:

"The foreign friend said that he would call the police. In this case, the police are better than our private burial. Special matters need to be handled by a special person. Our specialty is to find ghosts, and we are responsible for giving the villagers an explanation."

The kitchen door nodded silently.

When the three left, the foreign friends were still shouting at the back. The three who tried to stop them from leaving were probably afraid of the guns being thrown behind them, so they didn't fire, or they stepped forward to stop them.

Unlike yesterday, the speed of travel has obviously slowed down today.

The remaining poison has not healed, there is no rest for a day and a night, intensive searches, and the breath of the sun is forcibly extinguished, and the physical strength of Zaomen has reached its limit.

He had a lot of things he wanted to ask Qing Xiang, such as his fluent foreign language just now, such as what the other party said, and why he appeared at the entrance of the village at this time, but his physical strength was on the verge of collapse, and his whole body seemed to be poured with iron.The morning wind blew past, and the bone-piercing chill penetrated from the inside out. He could only follow behind without saying a word.

"Tanjiro."

"Ah."

Zaomen buried his head in a low voice to respond to Qing Xiang.

"Come."

A pair of turned hands appeared in front of the trance vision.Qing Xiang just waited in front of him with a natural expression.

"I'll carry you."

Qing Xiang blocked the rejection of the kitchen door with one sentence, "It's not just because of your body, your speed is too slow, it will slow down the speed of the team."

But carrying you personally is because I caused [-]% of your appearance.

Xiazhu was just like in the past in front of the station, on the train, or at the corner of the village, quietly watching the two of them with those sapphire eyes, silent.

His eyes are big, with the rounded arcs of a teenager, perhaps younger than the doll's age.Qing Xiang never asked him who he was looking at through himself, so he could probably guess.

Ghost Killing Squad, Shang Liu.

He can only feel that the attribute of 'elder brother' is really acceptable in this era.

Qingxiang headed towards the intended target with the Zaomen on his back, the speed of 'Yinzhu' and 'Xiazhu' passed through the night without any loss, Zaomen's head hung on his shoulders, and his slightly rapid and unsteady breathing echoed in Qingxiang's ears side.

In the morning wind blowing across his face, Qing Xiang silently recited the next plan:

The places circled in red have basically been searched by the team, although there are still bugs: for example, there were no traces of ghosts before the three of them came, but the evil ghosts made such a big noise when they arrived for the first time.Obviously, Zaomen and Shitou are not suspicious by nature. Compared with bugs, they are more eager to find ghosts.

He naturally knows the final destination of Ban Tiangou, and then he only needs to guide the team's forward direction to the destination, and guide Ban Tiangou to say the purpose of the 'Blue Bana Flower'.

but.

Hearing the more and more urgent, light humming and gasping in pain, Qing Xiang finally slowed down.

There are still two days left in the three days, so it doesn't matter if you delay half a day to rest.

The eyelids of the kitchen door are heavy, and the coldness still seeps out of the body, but there is warmth around the body.

The yelling of vendors, the siren of trains passing by the track, and the jingling of wind chimes on window frames after being blown by the wind.

Opening his eyes vaguely, the hazy vision gradually brightened, and there was a gray flat ceiling in front of him.

"you're awake?"

In the field of vision, a familiar person leaned over and covered his forehead with his palm.

"It's not so hot anymore, my body is really good, and the fever will be gone in one morning."

"Brother Youkang...?"

Synchronized with the slow clear vision is the slow connected thought.

……'One morning'.

The kitchen door suddenly opened its eyes wide and bounced off the bed. Fortunately, Qing Xiang dodged in time, otherwise he would have been hit by the head.

"Brother Youkang, have I slept all morning?! What happened to the mission, did that person leave?!"

"Oh, it doesn't look like the brain is burned out."

Qing Xiang simply went to the edge of the eaves and opened the window.

"Don't worry, we didn't delay the mission. Shi Tousang went to search. With Xia Zhi's breathing speed, it might be faster than taking us."

"I'm still causing trouble for Brother Youkang." But Zaomen was still depressed, he shook his head, trying to pull himself together, "Brother Youkang, where are we now?"

Qing Xiang just opened the window, and fresh air was blown into the room, so he took a few steps sideways to avoid the scenery behind him.

The blue sky with floating clouds, the bustling pedestrians, the weird metal objects with two wheels, the campus students in uniform, the solemn policemen, and the three or four-story buildings that block the line of sight.

"Nong, Sashou City.

"And, don't be so depressed. Although it was an unexpected situation, we also got unexpected clues."