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Hearing the cry for help, the friend rushed out of the door again with a long knife, and only after grabbing a villager for questioning did he know the whole story.

That day when the villagers saw that Tong Mo’s family was in a catastrophe and he was the only one left, several kind-hearted villagers helped the child collect the body of his parents, and asked the old man from the opposite door to be called to preside over the funeral as an elderly person.They negotiated the time for the burial, and at dusk the young people who were invited came out of the village to the cemetery with tools. After the old man presided over the ceremony, they waved the tools and began to dig the soil to bury the corpse.

The whole process was time-consuming and laborious, and it was already the middle of the month when the body of Tong Mo's parents was actually collected. The child in plain onyx was hugged by believers, and empty tears flowed from his colorful eyes.

In the eyes of believers, this is compassion or compassion, which aggravates the desire of believers to adopt the 'Son of God'.

The villagers and believers were discussing the adoption of Tong Mo and walked in the middle of the whole team. Tong Mo walked in the front alone and didn't know what he was thinking, while the old man had worked hard on the whole thing and now he was exhausted and lagged behind everyone.He hammered his sore back, and the old man lamented how quickly time passed. Just when they could see the village gate from a distance and were about to go home, a black shadow jumped out from the bushes on both sides of the road.

The black shadow inserted into the middle of the whole team and bit one of the villagers, and the team was dismantled just like that.The people in front saw the monster and ran back to the village in a panic to call for help, and the people behind were blocked by the monster. It is also dangerous to run back to the forest now or when the moon is dark and the wind is high, so the rest of the people gather together to guard against the monster. I dare not take any other actions.

The old man squeezed into the front of the crowd, and he saw the monster biting the neck of the villagers below him, the fangs in its mouth pierced the main artery, and the monster was sucking a steady stream of blood.The flesh and blood of the villagers is also gradually melting, merging with the monster, and the monster that got the food stared at the others with its unusual blood-colored eyes.

It's a ghost.The old man was sure, he subconsciously touched the long knife pinned to his waist, but remembered that he had already quit the team, and the former sun wheel knife had become an ornamental object enshrined on the knife holder.

This old body does not support him fighting with ghosts until dawn.

Gudong.

After eating, the ghost threw away the remaining limbs. He wiped the blood from his mouth and began to look for the next prey. "I'm not full yet. Let me see who I eat next."

It seems that there are no natural enemies here, and the ghost picks his food unscrupulously. He doesn’t want the food that is too old, the food that is too young is not enough, and the dirty ones are full of mud. He picked young and strong youths from among them, " Hand over that person, maybe I can let you leave."

The selected young man took a step back in fear. He turned his head to look at the familiar neighbors around him. Those people avoided the young man's sight.The hands that were stretched out in secret kept pushing the youth out of the crowd.

"No! Don't!" The young man grabbed the sleeves of the people around him, pleading with tears all over his face, "I don't want to die!"

The man who was caught by the sleeve saw the ghost's face and became impatient, so he tore off his sleeve cruelly, "Only if you die, can we survive."

The ghost grabbed the young man by the collar, pinched his chin and told him to take a good look at the faces of these people, "They killed you, remember it well."

After speaking, the ghost opened its mouth to reveal its terrifying fangs, aiming at the young man's neck.

The young man who closed his eyes and waited for death did not feel any pain. When he opened his eyes, he saw the villagers looking behind him in shock.

Did something happen behind him?

The young man who turned his head realized that he was blocked by a stooped old man. The skinny old man held the pickaxe that the villagers used to dig the ground, and there was still a lot of blood flowing on the pickaxe.

The hands holding the young man have been separated from their master, leaving only pale palms and half forearms.The frightened young man quickly picked up these things and threw them aside.

"I won't let you eat people again!" The old man held up the pickaxe, and the sudden burst of power allowed him to save the innocent young man, but after the same power passed, the old man fell into endless exhaustion.

It was more tiring than honing sword skills for killing ghosts back then, and even more exhausting than pressing the opponent to usher in the sunrise after fighting with ghosts all night, but the old man did not dare to show a trace of fatigue to let ghosts take advantage of it.

"You actually cut off my hands! Damn it!!" The ghost has a strong ability to regenerate itself after transformation, not to mention that this ghost ate the flesh and blood of an entire adult before.He recovered his hands easily, "I'd better eat you first!"

The sharp nails struck, and the old man raised the pickaxe and used the wooden pole to block the ghost's attack.

Fragile wood is no weapon that can stop ghosts.However, after sustaining for two breaths, the wood was crushed by the ghost's punch, and the broken wood slag ran across the old man's cheek, leaving bloodstains.

The ghost took advantage of the victory to pursue and punched the old man in the abdomen, sending him flying.

"Being strong on the outside and working on the inside, can't you just punch it?" The ghost walked towards the old man who fell on the ground and couldn't move for a long time, "You can't protect them."

He is old and does not have the full strength of his youth.The old man stood on the ground and his eyes were blurred. He groped to pick up the only remaining pickaxe, but the meaning of all existence of him, them, and the Ghost Slayer Squad was——

"Even if my body is destroyed, I will definitely kill the evil spirit!"

With the last of his strength, he raised the pickaxe in his hand, and Oni also showed a nail that could pierce a person's throat.

"And how do humans compare to us."

This apparently doomed battle moved the villagers. They closed their eyes unbearably, but the young man's eyes widened. He seemed to see an unyielding soul conveying a certain firm belief with his life.

The old man's pick did not swing down, nor did the ghost's sharp claws pierce the old man's throat.

They were all stopped by the other.

The silver long knife blocked the ghost's sharp nails, someone came to support the exhausted old man, and a few people came to the young man's side to put down the man who fell asleep due to exhaustion.

"You, who are you?" The young man carefully supported his savior, and he looked at the people who came to the rescue, "The newest warrior in the village?"

"Hey, if you're talking about the one with the little girl, then it's me." The person who came was a friend who rushed quickly from the village to save people. Purple light flashed in the God's Eye, "We'll continue talking after I get rid of this ghost first."

The friend turned back to stand in front of the villagers, and the long knife in his hand glowed with purple thunder, "Are you the ghost in his mouth?"

……

Qi Qi, who was sitting at the door playing with the straw sparrow, heard the sound of mighty footsteps, she raised her head in a daze, "I'm back."

"Well, we're back." His friend was still stained with a little blood, he helped the old man around Qiqi and walked into the house, "Qiqi, come in and see the uncle."

Hearing that Qiqi got up obediently and walked into the room, she followed her friend into the room where the old man lived.After the friend put down the old man, he took over and helped the old man treat the wound on his body, "Ghost, did you kill him?"

"No." The friend who took off the bloody robe shook his clothes, and the blood fell to the ground as if separated from the clothes, and when he put it back on, it would be a clean dress again, "he finally It seems to have learned some ability, and quickly ran away from the sight, "

Qi Qi lowered her eyes discouraged, and finally tied a bow tie on the old man's wound, "Okay. He has expended too much energy, so he needs to rest for a few days." Depressed, Qi Qi touched the sparrow toy in her arms , was obviously healed a little, and she started to talk about another person again, "Tong Mo, you didn't come back."

The friend who knew from the other party what Tong Mo would do in the future touched Qi Qi's head. He knew that Qi Qi really wanted to get rid of Tong Mo who hadn't turned into a ghost a hundred years ago, so as to save all innocent people who might be murdered in the future. , but now killing a child who doesn't know anything is against the edict.

For the first time, Qi Qi was at a loss for what to do when the imperial decree went against her will.

"If you don't want to do it, I will do it if he comes back tomorrow."

The friend comforted Qiqi like this.

But Tong Mo never showed up in the village after that night, and Qi Qi and her friends waited for a few more days, only to find that the other party followed her followers to the town early, preparing to open a new Wan Shi Bliss Sect.

At this time, the date agreed with Yuanyi is getting closer and closer.

After resting in bed for several days, the old man finally recovered and sent the two to the entrance of the village. He gave them the wisteria flower sachet he made by himself, "Thank you for saving me that night. I have fought against man-eating ghosts all my life. Some understanding. Take this wisteria flower sachet with you, ordinary ghosts dare not get close."

"Thank you." Qiqi took the sachet, and she looked at the sachet with sparkling eyes, but unfortunately she lost her sense of smell and couldn't smell the scent of wisteria flowers.

The friend stuffed his sachet into the lining, and he looked at the old man who came alone to send them off, "Where's Murata? Didn't he come?"

Murata was the lucky one picked by the ghost that day, and also the young man who was rescued by the old man and accepted to pass on his faith.After that night, the villagers were embarrassed to see Murata, and they conveyed their apologies in a cryptic and awkward manner, but unfortunately, they were all ignored by Murata, who was busy learning martial arts from the old man.

The old man who couldn't stand the other party's stalking and agreed to teach the other party curled his lips, and said duplicity, "I still want to join the ghost killing team with that little ability, and I will punish him for additional training in the yard."

"But Murata has that kind of tenacity, and he will work hard to become a member of the Demon Slayer Squad." The friend understood that this was the old man's special way of expressing his disciples. He smiled and talked to the old man, but his eyes were out of focus, as if he was caught in his own memories .

[There will always be creatures on the ground who dare to face the majesty of Thunder]

"There will always be a generation who will cut off the head of Onimui Tsuji."

On the bones of his predecessors, on the blood of his colleagues, the source of ending everything with countless lives, just like his hometown, Dao Wife.

I don't know where Wan Ye plans to go with the fleet after the eye hunting order is lifted.

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The author has something to say:

I'm broken in love woo woo woo, Ayato you...!

Clothes poke me xp but I really can’t eat that face, please delete the protruding corner of the lower eyelid

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感谢在2022-01-3021:56:20~2022-02-0511:20:25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: 17 bottles of Luo; 5 bottles of Fengmuling; 3 bottles of Xicheng;

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