The man in the column is perished, and the beginning of the treatment is not miserable

the other side.

Ubuyashiki family.

In the room of the direct family members.

"Zhuo Ye, are you feeling better?"

A woman wearing a purple and white kimono sat beside the tatami, taking good care of the weak-looking child.

The child was lying on the tatami, his face was covered in sweat, his eyes were almost too tired to open, and purple, ugly and ferocious marks spread across his face.

"Mom...Mom, I seem to have lost my sight..."

There was some worry on the woman's face, but she still forced herself to remain calm, gently wiped the child's face with a wet warm towel, and comforted her softly:

"No, Zhuo Ye will be fine as long as he takes a good rest. He will definitely..."

Creak——

Outside the door, the middle-aged Uyashiki man withdrew his gaze from inside the house, closed the door, leaned in the corridor and sighed.

Beside him, there were three men also wearing white kimonos.

"How is it? How is the surviving warrior doing?"

When one of the Uyashiki heard the middle-aged man's question, he tightened his grip on the notice-like scroll in his hand and said in a deep voice:

"Same as before, words like "evil ghosts that eat people, whips, red eyes, etc." were repeated.

The middle-aged man closed his eyes after hearing this, and took a deep breath with a heavy face.

——Evil ghost?

——Sigh, to be able to do that to such an extent that even there are teeth marks on the human bones, maybe he really is an evil ghost.

As he thought about it, his worried heart sank to the bottom.

"but…"

"But what?" Hearing the turning point, the middle-aged man immediately opened his eyes and looked at the person in charge of the report.

Ubuyashiki, who was in charge of the report, hesitated for a moment, then read out the contents on the brown paper in his hand:

"The samurai...said a complete sentence."

The atmosphere in the corridor suddenly became extremely tense. The other people were all staring at Ubuyashiki who was reporting, and he didn't dare to take a breath.

I'm afraid I missed something.

The middle-aged man frowned and looked at the man, only to hear the man report:

"He, he said, their master has turned into a man-eating evil spirit...!"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man was startled for a moment, but then he was not too surprised or shocked.

To him, it was normal for a warrior who was too frightened to speak normally to say any surprising words.

But even so, he still turned his head and asked another Uyashiki:

"Who is their leader? Where is he now?"

Seeing the middle-aged man's solemn look, another Uyashiki immediately replied respectfully:

"Their leader is that weak child who has been bedridden all year round. His name is..."

"I asked you where he is now?!"

The middle-aged man suddenly shouted impatiently at the people around him. It seemed that the recent events had really overworked this Uyashiki.

"Lost, missing..."

…

Silence fell in the corridor, and the atmosphere in the air seemed to be frozen and heavy.

Soon, the middle-aged man broke the strange atmosphere with a deep voice:

"Has the recruitment notice been sent out?"

"It has been announced in surrounding towns, and decent people have been sent to spread it further, sir!"

"Um."

…

hostel.

Warm light illuminates the entire room.

My wife Renshan, the old man and the samurai were kneeling on the tatami, talking.

Just now, after the old man greeted Shang Quan Nai, he invited him to stay in the hotel first. Seeing that it was almost dawn, Shang Quan Nai agreed to the old man's invitation.

My wife Renshan also followed naturally.

Shang Quannai sat in a darker corner of the room, holding his knees with his hands, staring blankly at the bright sky outside the window.

Even after becoming a ghost, he was gradually adapting to the burning of the sun and becoming immune step by step.

However, it is inevitable that Shang Quanna physically dislikes places with very bright lights.

Ganlu Temple sat next to Shang Quannai, listening with interest to the conversation between my wife Renshan and the old man.

"So that's it, are you also ghost exorcists?" My wife Renshan looked at the old man and warrior in front of me in surprise, and suddenly felt that they were all amiable.

"Yes, we received this thing, so we rushed here."

The old man spoke slowly and opened a scroll of kraft paper.

My wife Renshan leaned over curiously and watched in wonder.

Shang Quannai looked at the trio of a young man, an old man and a strong man in confusion, with some confusion in his dark red eyes.

It has only been less than two days since Wuhan transformed into a ghost. There are probably very few people who can be infected and become ghosts on the way.

So what's going on with these three guys who call themselves "ghost busters"?

Within two days of the demon's birth, they all became the first generation of demon slayer swordsmen?

impossible.

Shang Quannai squinted his eyes, released his arms holding his knees, and stood up from the tatami.

"What's this ghost exorcist you're talking about?"

Tread, step.

Shang Quanna walked up to the three of them in two steps, squatted down, and looked directly at the old man with his red pupils that were particularly conspicuous under the light, asking.

"Expelling those who kill evil spirits?"

Saying that, Shang Quanna turned to look at my wife Renshan who was in a daze, and added:

"Just like the evil ghost in the alley just now."

Three questions in a row made everyone present, including my wife Renshan and the old man and samurai sitting across from me, confused.

At this time, my wife Renshan, who had just faced the evil ghost, reacted. She remembered the fear of the evil ghost who could not be killed no matter how hard she chopped it, and some cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

My wife Renshan tugged on Shang Quannai's sleeve, and Shang Quannai immediately turned his attention to my wife Renshan, whose face was full of nervousness.

He seemed a little embarrassed, glanced to the side, and said hesitantly:

"No, no, no, we can't deal with that kind of monster anymore."

My wife Renshan tangled her hands and fingers together, and he explained:

"Ghost exorcists are just a name given to us by the common people. In fact, what we exorcise are just some hooligans or some drunk warriors..."

"When I stood in front of you two before, I thought it was just a drunk gangster in the alley, but I didn't expect..."

At this time, the old man also said:

"Sometimes, I also do some rituals to exorcise ghosts. Old man, I also stayed in a shrine for a while."

"Um!"

The tall warrior responded angrily.

Shang Quannai looked around at the three of them and sighed in his heart.

I originally thought I would get some useful information, but now it seems that I was overthinking it.

Just when Shang Quannai was a little disappointed, his eyes accidentally glanced at the cowhide scroll in the old man's hand.

The words above caught Shang Quannai's attention instantly.

‘Announcement from the Ubuyashiki family. ’

"We are recruiting 'ghost exorcists', swordsmen, and priests from all over the world. Please go to the Yashiki tribe in Iyu to gather together. We will discuss any matters. Thank you for the large sum of money!"