Blazing Angel of Demon Slayer

Chapter 163

The selection for the Ghost Killing Team is to throw the swordsmen into the Fuji-striking Mountain full of ghosts, where life and death are at stake.

Those who can survive after seven days will pass.

The only condition is to be alive. These two simple words can also show how cruel the Ghost Killing Squad is in essence.

In previous years, there were always some people who found a place to hide when they arrived at the Fuji Mountain, or stuck to the edge of the wisteria forest to avoid ghosts, and used this kind of cleverness to pass the trial.

If he was not very hungry, the ghost would not be able to hold back his aversion to wisteria flowers.

Today is the fifth day.

This time, the atmosphere of Fuji Attack Mountain was somewhat unusual.

At this moment, a young man is holding a knife in both hands, his eyes are roaming around, and there are messy gravels at his feet.

This young man has a haircut parted in the middle, two relatively long strands of hair hang down in front of his forehead, down to the corners of his eyes, black hair and black pupils.

He was wearing the most common uniform of the Ghost Slayer Squad Preliminary Swordsmen. The whole body was black, and the white buttons at the neck were fastened tightly. The clothes were bulging, and it could be seen that there were many muscles in the body underneath.

This is Shuihu swordsman, Murata, and his master is a relatively ordinary Shuihu cultivator.

Murata's eyes drifted away, and he could see distorted shadows all around him, and he could still hear the occasional chirping of insects and the rustling of wind blowing leaves.

At night when the vines attack the mountain, there are wisteria flower forests like crystal purple stars all over the sky, which can be said to be very beautiful.

But if you know that the place is full of evil spirits, there is no beauty and artistic conception, only the feeling of spooky horror remains.

"What's going on, I met two ghosts on the first day."

"Later, I took the initiative to look for it, but it was difficult to find it. Didn't it mean that there are many ghosts in Fuji Attack Mountain?"

Murata was a little puzzled, but then he fixed his eyes and looked at the ground in front of him.

"Huh? The ground here is a bit sunken, and there are traces left."

"Some kind of alien ghost?"

A trace of excitement rose from my heart.

In Murata's eyes, ghosts are not powerful, because he doesn't know about the crescent moon and the blood ghost technique.

All I know is that on the first day of my trial, I was quite scared, but who knew that when I fought, I easily decapitated the two ghosts and sent them to hell.

At this moment, Murata felt a little swollen inside.

So, thinking of the respected eyes he saw after beheading many ghosts, Murata slowly chased after the traces on the ground.

His speed is not slow, like a nimble ape in the mountains, he keeps moving forward.

After about 10 minutes, Murata stopped.

Because he felt the dignified atmosphere, all the birds and insects here stopped, and the silence was a little scary.

Murata stopped and found that the traces on the ground became messy, which seemed to be caused by the excitement of its owner.

At this moment, Murata flinched a little.

Because before he saw the traces of the ground, there were many broken and smashed trees.

Obviously, it was this ghost that went on a rampage all the way, directly smashing all the trees blocking the way.

Most of the trees in Fujishishan are cedars and camphor trees, which are not thick, but definitely not thin.

Murata compares, his waist is less than half the circumference of the tree.

He gasped, "Hiss"

"I'm so small, I'm sure I'll die if I touch it."

"Slip away."

Without further ado, Murata turned around and planned to leave without following him.

But he vaguely seemed to hear something.

"Boom"

It's like the sound of a road roller pushing down a tree and then crushing it violently from far to near.

Murata turned his head and saw a terrifying alien ghost with a height of about three meters and a width of about three meters, with thick arms wrapped around him, running towards him.

The hand ghost has no hair at all, and has a greenish-black skin like silt, while blue veins tremble and swim under its skin like a small snake, and its palm is the size of a millstone, but its nails are as bright as blood red.

Horrible, terrible.

Murata's legs trembled, only then did he realize that he only encountered small characters.

He desperately wanted to escape, but his body didn't listen to him, and he couldn't move at all. He was completely intimidated by his aura like a huge rolling stone on the top of a mountain.

Murata once heard that some small animals would be so frightened that they could hardly move when faced with tigers and leopards, and they would not even be able to escape.

He scoffed at this, thinking how could there be such a stupid animal?

But now Murata understands that it is in this situation.

The hand ghost was getting closer, and its scarlet eyes saw Murata.

Murata's heart skipped a beat, he wanted to draw the sword but his body became weak, so he closed his eyes and waited for death.

"call!"

It was like a gust of wind was blowing, but the expected pain did not come.

Murata opened one eye first.

"Huh? Where's the ghost?"

The rumbling sound appeared in the rear and gradually moved away.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Murata touched his body with a look of rejoicing, and then opened the other eye.

"hiss"

He gasped again, because Murata saw a person.

To be precise, it was a boy, about 15 years old, wearing a blue haori with water ripples, and had a strangely shaped scar on his forehead.