Blazing Angel of Demon Slayer

Lin Chi bowed slightly to the old man Sanlang, and said sincerely: "Thank you Grandpa Sanlang, if you hadn't kept Tanjirou back, he might have encountered an accident and was hurt by a ghost."

He didn't mean to hide it. An old man like Saburo who has lived for so long still knows something about the dark side of the world. He told Lin Chi the story back then, but Lin Chi didn't take it seriously...

Hearing Lin Chi's words, the old man Saburo showed a wry smile: "So you know it was made by a ghost..."

"We humans are nothing but prey in front of ghosts, alas."

Lin Chi didn't answer, but asked, "Grandpa Sanlang, do you want to move out of here? The location is remote and you are alone. It's not convenient for anything to happen. Besides, there may be ghosts around here. It's very dangerous to be alone. .”

San Lang can be said to have saved Tanjiro indirectly, and Lin Chi didn't mind spending time to settle him in the town if he wanted to.

Although the town is not safe, it is still better than living alone in the mountains. Ghosts generally do not act too rampantly in places where humans gather, otherwise they will attract swordsmen from the ghost killing team.

The old man Sanlang waved his hand: "No need, no need, the old man can't stand the torment. I'm used to it here. I just wait for one day to die suddenly and then reunite with my family."

"Besides, ghosts are not interested in old bones like me. Meat firewood is not tasty, and it might even hurt your teeth, haha."

Lin Chi nodded, and then said: "Then I won't force it."

"Grandpa Sanlang, I'm going to go home and have a look, so I won't tell you more."

The old man Sanlang smiled and said: "Okay, then you go quickly."

Lin Chi was about to leave when the old man Saburo suddenly slapped his forehead and called Lin Chi back: "Wait a minute."

Lin Chi asked patiently: "What's the matter? Is Grandpa Sanlang still busy?"

The old man Sanlang shook his head, then sighed: "I am old and can't remember things."

"What I was thinking about just now, I forgot in a blink of an eye. Now my memory is really bad."

"Wait for me for a while, just for a while."

After finishing speaking, the old man Sanlang turned around and went back to the house. Lin Chi's keen hearing told him that the old man Sanlang was looking for something.

After a while, the old man Sanlang walked out of the house, holding two cloth bags in his hand, one big and one small.

Slowly approaching Lin Chi, San Lang smiled kindly.

"I have some wisteria flowers here for you, so you can take them there to pay homage to your family."

"There is also a wisteria flower sachet I made myself. There is an extra one. Let me give it to you as well."

"You probably won't stay here for too long. Take this as my grandfather's blessing. You probably don't know that ghosts hate wisteria flowers."

"You take this wisteria flower sachet and leave. I also hope that you will be safe in the future and don't encounter ghosts again."

Elder Sanlang knew a lot about ghosts because his family members were killed by ghosts. He knew that ghosts hated the smell of wisteria flowers, so they would usually take a detour away from wisteria flowers.

There are wisteria flowers in his home, but the quantity is not many. This time he met Lin Chi, because he knew that his home was attacked by ghosts, and San Lang planned to give him some wisteria flowers out of kindness.

While speaking, the old man Saburo loosened the rope that tied the mouth of the bag tightly, revealing the purple flowers inside.

At the moment Sanlang opened the bag, Lin Chi took a step back subconsciously.

Because he smelled a very pungent smell from the wisteria flowers in the hands of old man Saburo.

Because of Lin Chi's keen sense of smell, the smell was super irritating to him, almost making him vomit and faint...

Chapter 66 Wisteria

Lin Chi had seen a lot of wisteria flowers before, and even plucked them and sniffed them lightly. The taste is elegant and fragrant, which can make people feel happy and comfortable.

But at this moment, the wisteria flower in San Lang's hand made Lin Chi want to vomit. The smell was like falling into a century-old cesspit when he was a human being, and the stagnant filth poured into his mouth and nose.

Or it's like wearing a stinky sock that hasn't been washed for 30 years and then putting it in a pickle jar for 30 years. When you first opened the pickle jar, you stuffed the sock down someone's throat, making people want to strangle themselves .

This may be the first time when Lin Chi regretted his super keen sense of smell. He was turned pale by the smell of wisteria flowers.

Lin Chi took a step back subconsciously: "Ahem, ahem, Grandpa Sanlang, forget it, there is no need for this."

The old man Saburo helped Lin Chi a lot, and Feng Xuetian often took him in to rest with Tanjirou. Lin Chi was really embarrassed to refuse his words.

Elder Sanlang looked at Lin Chi with sincere and sincere eyes: "No, you must take it. This wisteria flower sachet can protect you, so it can be regarded as my heart for the younger generation."

Seeing the expectant eyes of the old man Sanlang, Lin Chi forced a smile, secretly holding his breath and feeling much better.

He reached out and grabbed the wisteria flowers and the sachet, turned his head and walked away quickly.

"Grandpa Sanlang, goodbye, I have to go to the house to have a look."

Seeing Lin Chi's hurried back, the old man Sanlang couldn't help shaking his head: "This child, he has become so anxious now, but he was very patient before."

Seeing that Lin Chi's figure gradually faded and disappeared, the old man Sanlang also slowly returned to the house, his kind expression turned dark and sad.

From Lin Chi's first reaction to the wisteria flower, he has seen a lot.

The Zaomen family is really ill-fated...

Lin Chi walked quickly, and after leaving the old man Saburo's sight, he immediately crushed the wisteria flower in his hand, and poured the wisteria flower powder from the wisteria flower sachet into his hand to mix with it.

Then with a thought, he created an iron ball with the ability of Dao Bing Prison.

Wrap the juice and powder of the crushed wisteria flower inside. There are slender black thorn branches stretched out on the thorn feather, and the iron ball is wrapped in it.

And Lin Chi still has some wisteria pollen and juice left on his hands, like purple scattered spots on his hands.

He rubbed hard on the nearby tree a lot, but when he stretched out his palm to look, the pollen juice was gone, but the nasty smell persisted in the palm of Lin Chi's left hand.

The smell was still very hot to the eyes even after he held his breath, and even after trying to rub harder, Lin Chi gradually became irritable, and the veins on his face bulged.

Heh, I don't believe I can't get you down!

"Swordsman Prison Black Cleaver!"

Heiqie appeared in Lin Chi's hand. He aimed the lower part of the ax blade at the wrist of his left hand.

An ax struck the main artery, blood spattered Lin Chi's face, but he continued to raise the ax without feeling it.

Compared with the smell of wisteria flowers, this pain is a piece of cake, Lin Chi can bear it easily.

"Click"

Since the hand is the hardest part of his body, Lin Chi took more than a dozen chops to cut off his left hand with the bones, and the left hand fell in response.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Lin Chi urged his flesh and blood to squirm, and in an instant a new left hand grew out, and the hand on the ground gradually turned into black and red ashes and disappeared.

Secret technique: chop hands.