People are dying on the pillar, and there is no misery at the beginning

Chapter 138 - Departure!Go to the village of forging knives!

on the platform.

The turbid yellow light shone dimly.

Wu Cang looked at the screaming Takehara, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Hey cough!!" Takehara roared in pain, his hands and feet were bound, and he could only use his head to support his body weakly.

pat, pat.

Sweat dripped from the pain on the wooden floor, Takehara gritted his teeth to hold back the abnormality in his body, and looked around desperately.

That guy... that guy must be the ghost king!

Ghost dance Tsuji no misery! !

Zhuyuan stared at Wu Mi, he was so painful that he was close to fainting.

Is he afraid?

Scared, very scared.

But he also knew that his fear was of no help.

Takehara bit the tip of his tongue, the slight pain could only wake him up a little bit.

Is this, is this a stronghold of ghosts?
Make a note of this!

Maybe there is a chance to escape, when the time comes...

"Whoa!!"

The overlapping houses made him dizzy, and the erosion of bloodless blood was spreading in his body!
suddenly!

"Bah—!"

Wu Mi's blood seemed to touch something in Zhuyuan's body, and some steam burst out suddenly!
"!"

Wu Mi was also in pain, subconsciously withdrew the tentacles, and looked at Zhuyuan in horror.

There were faint signs of ashes on the withdrawn tentacles, and a strong pain came from above.

For 600 years, he has not felt what pain is like for 600 years.

This familiar yet disgusting feeling...

A mere human…

In an instant, unparalleled anger welled up in his heart, Wu Mi's face was bruised with veins, and he glared fiercely at Zhuyuan.

But the next moment, he resisted the desire to do it.

His scarlet eyes looked coldly at Takehara who was lying on the ground and took the opportunity to pant wildly.

He was quite familiar with the feeling just now.

The group of swordsmen 600 years ago, whenever I wanted to turn them into ghosts, would feel the pain of turning them into ashes.

After several experiments, Wu Can figured out the source of that thing.

——It's Kamizuna's blood.

Although in the next few eras, I would occasionally feel the presence of Kamiquanna's blood from the Demon Killing Team Column.

But for the first time in decades, it seems.

"...it's been 600 years... bastard."

In the past 600 years, he has not done nothing.

On the contrary, he suppressed his inner disgust and kept creating the same kind he didn't want to create.

They also continue to capture members of the ghost killing team and turn them into ghosts.

Although the things produced are a bunch of waste, there are only a few guys who can reach the standard of Guiyue's strength.

This is a last resort!
Just because of that disgusting guy!

The more Wu Mi thought about it, the more angry he became, the anger in his eyes burned to the extreme, and because of the anger, the corners of Naruto's mouth overflowed with blood.

Glancing at Takehara, the next moment.

Swish!
A few meat whips quickly bound Takehara's limbs, pulled him up, and fixed him in midair.

Takehara was caught off guard and his limbs were pulled, he hung his head wearily, raised his eyes and looked at Wu Mi.

Wu Mi wanted to study it carefully.

He narrowed his eyes, and then turned his head to look at the female swordsman [Shangxian No. [-]] whose long hair had turned yellow and her pupils had also turned yellowish brown.

"enough."

Wu Mi turned his head and glanced at Naruto.

Mingnu understood, she quickly wiped off the blood from the corner of her mouth, and flicked the strings of the pipa lightly with her fingers.

"Dang!"

next moment.

My wife Tamako, who has become "One of the First Strings", reappeared in Sensoji Temple at night.

She staggered and fell, and the weak duck sat on the ground.

The last words Wu Mi said just now echoed in my wife Yuzi's mind.

"In a few days, someone will be with you."

"Go...to the Ghost Slayer Squad headquarters you found."

"Destroy them."

Under the cold moonlight.

She covered her head, her slender white fingers grasped the yellowed hair, struggled and hoarsely screamed:

"Hey!!"

The [One of the Winding Strings] in his eyes trembled violently, and then slowly solidified.

The ferocious blade at the waist also slowly became neat again, no longer twisted like that.

……

Sensoji Temple.

Da da da.

The distant sound of wooden fish echoes here.

The monk who was knocking on the wooden fish opened his eyes, and he looked worriedly in the direction of the roaring sound.

"Yuzi..."

The monk's old face was full of helplessness, he turned his head to look at the Thor statue in front of him, closed his tired eyes, and put his hands together.

"My lord... I beg you..."

A hoarse voice slowly spit out from the monk's mouth.

"…Ugh……"

The monk opened his eyes and put down the wooden stick in his hand to beat the wooden fish.

He is obviously a monk.

But he prays to the Thor statue here every day.

Da da da……

The knocking sound of the wooden fish sounded again.

……

……

a few days later.

Narrow Mist.

early morning.

"Yuanyi~Bon voyage~" Uta stood behind the door of the doctor's office, she smiled and waved her arms to Ji Guoyuan who had packed up and left.

After a few days of nutritional supplements from the Pearl World Project, Uta's body recovered very well.

Ji Guoyuan's monk Quanna, my wife Shancun, Jiichiro and others stood together.

He turned his head, also smiling and waving his arms at his wife.

"Karma! The first leg of the journey will be led by me!"

A crow flies in front of several people.

A hidden team member stood beside the crow, pointed to the carriage next to him, and said:

"Please bring cloth strips and nasal plugs, we will be there in about a day's journey."

"Okay!" My wife Shancun raised her hands happily, and he grabbed Jiichiro's collar and was about to drag him onto the carriage: "Forging knife village! Forging knife village!"

"Bastard Shancun! Be gentle!" Jiichiro was caught off guard and almost fell down. He patted my wife Shancun on the head angrily.

After Guoyuanyi and his wife looked back and forth several times, he pushed into the carriage under Shang Quannai's unbearable expression.

After watching several people tie their eyes with bandages and plug their noses, Team Yin nodded, and then said:

"Everyone sit down, let's go!"

Afterwards, he slammed the saddle hard, and the carriage wobbled away from the door of the doctor's office.

Inside the carriage.

Shang Quannai and Ji Guoyuan glanced at each other as soon as they passed through the bandages.

"Cough cough!"

Then the two turned their heads away in embarrassment, and looked at the scenery outside the carriage.

……

Not long after everyone's carriage left Sagiri Mountain.

Doctor's Hall.

Standing at the door of the doctor's hall, Purgatory Renshoulang, who was ready to go, looked around curiously.

He stroked his hair with some doubts in his heart.

Today...isn't it the day to go to Forging Sword Village?
What about people?

Purgatory Renshourou tilted his head, full of doubts.

……

evening.

After going through many twists and turns, the carriage that was taken over by more than a dozen Yin finally came to a certain place deep in the mountains.

Somewhere in the deep mountains, a small, mostly two-story mansion village appeared in front of my eyes.

Yin knocked on the wooden board of the carriage, and said to the inside of the carriage:

"Swordsmen, we are here."

(End of this chapter)