Yu Xingyue Hunts the Evil Me

The broth was boiling in the iron pot, and the firewood under the iron pot made an exploding sound, with sparks flying. Ashin shook his body after drinking the wine, then tilted his head and suddenly fell to the floor.

Shinchimaru was chewing a chicken leg in his hand, his mouth full of oil. Seeing his fallen father, he laughed:"Dad is drunk."

Shinjimaru's mother and Ashin's wife saw this scene, and she looked at the young man who kept drinking the wine, with a look of uneasiness on his face.. But he still forced a smile:

"yes....Yes, your father is drunk. She looked at Feng Jianxi and said tremblingly:

"Sorry, dear guest, Ashin is not a good drinker. He usually gets drunk if he touches alcohol."

"is that so?"

The peasant woman met the young man's dark eyes, lowered her head and did not dare to speak.

"Speaking of which, there are a lot of people in your yard. Are you still visiting so late at night?"

The young man suddenly looked towards the courtyard.

The sky was completely dark, and three or four people sneaked into the courtyard under the cover of night.

After hearing what Feng Jianxi said, the people in the courtyard were no longer hiding. Fortunately, they walked out of the darkness.

What walked out was Three of the four men are young adults. Although they are still malnourished and have sunken cheeks, they can be regarded as the strongest young men in the village. He is usually full of food. He is still wearing old body armor, and he looks like the extinct Ronin.

However, he does not have a knife in his hand, but a pitchfork.

"Didn't you drink the drugged wine?"

Although some people won't faint after being given potions made from earth, they will at least feel weak. The young man in front of him didn't seem to show any signs of being affected, so the armored man just thought the young man had noticed something and didn't notice. Drink the drugged wine, but it doesn't matter. From the perspective of the armored man, even if the opponent is not hit, it just makes them work a little more.

"Why bother? Since you have entered our village at this point in time, don’t think about leaving again."

"The only thing to blame is your bad luck, having the wrong legs and no eyes."

The man asked the woman to take Ashin and Shinchimaru away, and then the four of them walked into the house and surrounded the young man who was still sitting on the ground.

"I advise you to arrest him without any help, so as not to suffer more physical and mental suffering."

The man winked at the villagers around him, and the three people surrounding Feng Jianxi immediately pressed Feng Jianxi's shoulders, arms, and head.

This is also the reason why the armored man is confident. With bare hands, as long as it is not the size, The difference is too big, and multiple people can easily crush a single person, not to mention that the young man was empty-handed and did not carry any weapons. However

, after the man said the threatening words, the three people who were supposed to capture the young man did not. Moved.

This made the man's expression change, and he couldn't help scolding:"What are you doing!""

The three of them did not answer the man, but had ferocious expressions. Although their bodies did not move, the expressions on their faces were as if they were constantly struggling in the rushing water.

The man's face changed drastically, and he subconsciously raised the pitchfork in his hand. But there was a huge force pressing down on his body, and he was lying on the floor.

The cold floor stimulated the man's skin, but the fire that was only a few centimeters away from the man, and the blazing heat coming from the pavement made the man. Unable to open his eyes, he could only squint and barely see the figure sitting next to him looking down at him.

"Who are you...."

The power like a ghost clamped down on the four of them. The man thought of something and looked horrified. He opened his mouth and said:

"The deadline for paying the quota for this season will not come until tomorrow. Our village has already prepared enough tributes. Why are you doing this, sir?...."

The force pressing on his body suddenly became stronger, and the man seemed to hear his bones groaning.

At this time, he heard a voice coming from above his head:

"Judging from your performance and the appearance of this village, there are too few women, children, old and young. So the tributes are people?"

"Since it is a tribute? To whom are the living beings sacrificed?"

"You seem to be aware of this extraordinary power and associate this power with the tributes, so everything related to the tributes are extraordinary beings?"

The cold voice made the man's mind become confused. However, the invisible force lifted his neck again and made him raise his head.

The man met his dark eyes, and then his consciousness became stiff and confused. Trance:

"Tributes are made to honor the great ghosts and gods, the lords of all ghosts...."

"Every season, ghosts come to villages or towns to collect tribute."

"Tomorrow is when the ghosts come to the village to collect tribute. Our village is a share of three young adults per season"

"For a forty-five-year-old man, four children under the age of fourteen are needed to equal the share of one young adult."

"However, half a year ago, the elderly in the village had almost finished paying for their offerings, and most of the female babies in the village were gone. So we will draw lots to select the young and middle-aged people from each household."

"This time, the stupid son of the Ashin family was chosen. If no one replaces him, he will sacrifice his son to the ghost."

"but....But you are attacking me."The young man said again

"That's because the tributes are also divided into grades, and the young and old are the worst. As for young adults, farmers with rough skin and few ounces of meat are not tasty to ghosts."

The armored man stated dullly:

"A young man like you can even take away our village's share this season."

"Is that so? Let you offer your kinsmen and select them carefully...It seems that this so-called ghost is very powerful, so powerful that even the human government and civilization here cannot resist it....."

The young man looked at the armored man again:"Tell me about the so-called ghosts and gods, the Lord of all ghosts....."

"I have no idea..."There was a look of fear on the man's face:

"The government's army was defeated by Onishi-sama, and the emperor was eaten by Onishin-sama. Lord Onigami is in Tokyo, in the original Imperial Palace. That must be a god. It ate the descendants of Amaterasu. It was the arrival of Yamata no Orochi."

"From what you said, it seems that these so-called ghosts and gods have not been around for a long time?"

"It was eight years ago. Eight years ago, Lord Ghost suddenly appeared. Then ghosts appeared in our village and started forcing us to pay tribute."

"Eight years ago?..."

The young man raised his slender fingers and tapped his knees gently, and then asked:

"So...Tell me about the ghost who collects tribute from your village. You should have seen it with your own eyes."