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

Chapter 149 – Just Use Wisteria Flowers (Two in One)

In the dark alley.

pat.

The second evil spirit suddenly descended from the night and landed behind the father and daughter, driving them to a dead end.

"It's thin blood..." The second evil ghost licked its teeth ferociously.

"Bastard! This thin blood is mine!" The first evil spirit that came roared angrily at the other evil spirit.

Although the adult recently issued an order to reduce the number of times he went out.

But this does not hinder ordinary ghosts like them. This kind of order is usually aimed at very powerful ghosts, such as ghosts of the ghost moon level.

At this time.

"Oh! There are exactly two, one for you and one for me?"

A leisurely voice came from the depths of the alley.

The evil ghost blocked in front of the father and daughter, and he looked back at the direction of the voice behind him in some astonishment.

sniff.

Shrugging his nose, a breath of human beings poured into his nostrils instantly.

He grinned:
"Hey hey, here are two more delivered to your door."

The evil spirit's eyeballs rolled slightly.

"Which side should I eat first?"

His spine turned his head at a strange angle, looking behind him at the two figures standing on the eaves of the alley.

The two figures were talking like this.

"If you cut your neck, you won't die if you cut other places."

"If you want to cut other places, you can."

"I see."

A monk from Ji Guoyuan, Quan Nai, was standing on the edge of the walls on both sides of the alley, quietly examining the evil spirit with a knife.

"...Huh?" The evil ghost's eyeballs were suddenly bloodshot, and the dense veins were clearly visible through the thin skin: "Cut the neck?"

"...A member of the Demon Slayer Squad again?"

"It's really like bugs, it's everywhere, it's annoying."

The evil ghost cursed angrily, dripping stinky saliva as his lips trembled.

The father and daughter on the side collapsed to the ground in fright, and their throats were numb from the strong smell of blood coming from the evil ghost!
boom!
"A mere human..." The evil ghost slapped the ground violently, and the second evil ghost did the same.

And just when they were clamoring.

click.

As soon as Ji Guoyuan grasped the handle of the knife, he pulled out the Sun Wheel Knife from his waist.

Holding the handle of the knife with one hand, he felt the instinct coming from deep inside his body.

"call……"

The rhythm of breathing is the same as usual, Ji Guoyuanyi's knife gradually becomes bright red, and the temperature gradually rises.

"Go to hell!!" The evil ghost saw the timing of Ji Guoyuan's breath, and he jumped suddenly, and his sharp claws stabbed towards Ji Guoyuan's chest!

next moment.

Swish!
boom!
A dazzling ray of light gushed out like a rising red flame, and instantly slashed across the neck of the first evil spirit!

"Hey... how is it possible..." The moment the pupils constricted to the extreme, the evil ghost's head flew high!
pat.

Ji Guoyuan held the red He Dao, flicked his wrist lightly, and turned his head to look at the powerless ghost.

The father and daughter who collapsed on the ground looked in panic at the ghost whose head had been cut off in an instant, and they quickly turned to look at the second ghost behind them.

Gululu.

However, it was discovered that the head of the second evil ghost with a horrified expression had also rolled to the ground.

Not far away, Shang Quannai was slowly landing, putting the bone knife with a little red mist into the sheath around his waist.

click.

As for the effect of rising blood mist on the bone knife, it does exist, and it can increase the range of slashing.

But more importantly...

Come on, how cool is the special effect on the knife?

Behind him, Ji Guoyuan was doing the same thing, but he was holding the red hot knives, silently looking at the evil spirit struggling on the ground and turning into ashes.

"Are you okay?"

Shang Quannai turned her head and looked at the paralyzed man and the little girl in his arms who was tearing up with fright.

sniff.

She shrugged her nose. At the beginning, my wife Renshan stayed there for a long time, and Shang Quannai could vaguely sense something.

Thin blood?
She has the same smell as my wife Renshan.

He was taken aback for a moment, and then unconsciously touched the wisteria scented bag on his waist.

click.

As soon as Ji Guoyuan put the knife back into its sheath, he also leaned over.

The man looked at the two people approaching, and then at the evil spirits on the ground that were gradually turning into ashes, his mind, which had been stunned for many years in business, was spinning rapidly.

saved.

survived...again.

Don't die.

Great.

The sense of happiness of escaping from death welled up spontaneously. The man held his daughter in his arms. He lowered his head tremblingly and took short breaths for a while.

"Father..." The little girl opened her eyes trembling and frightened. She wiped her tear-filled face and hugged her father tightly.

"It's okay, it's okay." The man gently comforted the frightened daughter in his arms, his eyes heavy.

It's just... I don't know how much it will cost me to survive this time.

Yes, in his thinking, in this war-torn era, no one would do something "chivalrous".

Now it's war.

Everyone has lost so much, grief is something that is shared by all.

Even dead people are becoming commonplace.

This is a fact, a fact that neither one person nor an army can change.

At a time like this, who would meddle in their own business?
Whenever this kind of thing happens, it must be the "uncle" who came to loot the property.

Just now, out of the corner of my eye, I seemed to see the two men holding knives in their hands.

Is it a samurai?

No, it should be Ashgaru, samurai should not come to this kind of place.

The man lowered his head, his forehead was sweating, and he was thinking nervously.

Only then did he raise his head, and looked at Shang Quannai and Ji Guoyuan with a solemn expression.

"Two..."

"This thing is for your daughter." Shang Quannai patted the man's shoulder, interrupted the man's words, and handed the man who was a little dazed two wisteria flower fragrance bags:

"It contains wisteria flowers, which can reduce the attraction to the monster just now."

The man took the wisteria flower sachet from Shang Quannai in a daze, and he looked at Monk Quannai Ji Guoyuan in a daze.

Is this some new code word for extortion?

At the moment when the man was full of thoughts, Shang Quannai had already stood up.

He patted Ji Guoyuan on the shoulder, and then walked towards the corner of the alley on his own:

"Let's go, do you want to find two more?"

Shang Quannai said slowly, in fact, he and Ji Guoyuan spent a long time looking for these two ghosts alone.

There are indeed fewer ghosts active in the human area.

Next, if you want to hunt ghosts, you may have to go directly to their homes to hunt them out.

As soon as Ji Guoyuan turned around, he nodded to the man, and then slowly followed Shang Quannai:

"no need."

The man looked at the backs of the two in a daze, he couldn't believe it.

have they gone?Aren't you going to ask me for money?

really?
tread... tread...

Whoosh!
The two jumped up and onto the eaves beside them.

When he was convinced that the two were about to leave, the man's throat wriggled twice. Looking at the two who had jumped onto the roof, he quickly stretched out his hand and shouted:

"and many more!"

As a businessman, he completely changed his inner thoughts at this moment, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

On the eaves of the house not far away, Shang Quannai and Ji Guoyuan turned around suspiciously and looked at the man.

boom!
The man lowered his head and said in a trembling voice:

"Two..."

"You two have saved your life! I am very grateful!!"

Although he has his own way of dealing with things, in this case, he can only be grateful in this way.

——Dogeza.

The man paused, he thought about what he wanted to say, and weaved again.

His voice was muffled, but it reached their ears very clearly:
"Can you tell me the home numbers of the two gentlemen, I will definitely come to thank you!"

The man raised his head, his eyes flickering.

Not far away, Ji Guoyuanyi and Shang Quannai looked at each other.

"That thing is a ghost, an ogre."

Shang Quannai pointed at the mass of ashes from a distance and said, then pointed at herself:
"We don't have a family, we are from the Ghost Killing Squad."

After saying this, Shang Quannai glanced at the curious little girl who was wiping tears in the man's arms, turned and left.

Ji Guoyuan followed behind him and jumped off the roof.

alley.

The man stared blankly at the place where the two left, holding the two sachets of wisteria flowers in his hand.

"...Ghost Killing Squad."

He is still a little dazed to this day.

For some reason, he seemed to find a glimmer of hope for his powerless self.

Someone is doing it, trying to break the fact that has become reasonable for this sad era.

He lowered his head and looked at the sachet in his hand. With trembling hands stained with some blood, he gently opened the mouth of the sachet, revealing the wisteria flower stem inside:
"...wisteria flowers."

"Father." At this time, the little girl pulled her father's finger and asked, "What is that bright red light just now?"

"Father doesn't know either." The man re-tied the sachet and carefully tied the sachet around his daughter's waist. He shook his head:
"However, it must not be a bad thing."

"Okay, let's go home."

The man stood up, holding his daughter in his arms, and staggered out of the alley.

The voice of the father and daughter talking slowly came.

"Xiao Jin."

"What's the matter, father?"

"Before, weren't we discussing family patterns?"

"Now, father has a good proposal."

"what? What?"

……

"Use wisteria flowers as family crests."

"Your mother will definitely like it too."

……

……

the other side.

Forging knife village gate.

On both sides of the gate are two fire lamps, which are crackling and burning slowly, illuminating the night environment.

"Thank you for taking care of me for a while." Ciichiro stood in front of the village chief, and bowed to Tieqiao and the village chief.

"It's okay, it's all as it should be." The village head nodded, his old voice still seemed so tone-deaf: "Is Master Shangquan not here?"

"Sir Kamizumi, he should be hunting ghosts outside." Jiichiro answered the village chief's question.

"That's it, there's no other way." The village chief nodded regretfully.

My wife Shancun stood aside, he seemed a little restless.

He stared at the fire man's mask on the village chief's face.

How can this old man say that? !
Stretching out his hand and tugging at the corner of Jiichiro's clothes, he lowered his voice:
"Let's go... My sister is in Sagiri Mountain now...!"

"Then we won't bother you, you guys have a good trip." The village head saw my wife Shancun's anxiety with sharp eyes, and he said naturally as a fine man.

"Feel sorry…"

Jiichiro smiled embarrassingly, and then got into the carriage with my wife Shancun.

"Goodbye~" Tie Qiao waved to the gradually moving carriage.

……

……

As soon as Ji Guoyuan returned to Forging Sword Village, he once again thanked Tieqiao, the swordsmith, and returned to Sawu Mountain with Shang Quannai.

Purgatory Renshoulang chose to stay in Forging Sword Village, and he has not finished what he has to do.

After all, he had only been here for less than a day.

……

Narrow Mist.

The sky is a little pale, and it seems that it will be dawn soon.

Doctor's Hall.

"Yuanyi~" Yuta held the child in his arms, waited anxiously at the door of the doctor's office, and rushed over the moment he saw Yuanyi:
"It's been a long time..."

"Feel sorry."

After a short but warm hug, the couple began their daily chat.

Shang Quannai, who was following Ji Guoyuanyi, looked livid, he didn't really want to listen to those two people being tired and crooked.

creak...

Reaching out to push open the door of the doctor's office, Shang Quannai walked in.

In the lobby, almost all the pillars are sitting here, they are staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Even though it was night, there were no tasks to complete.

It's so bizarre.

In the room next to it, a very loud voice came:

"Sister! Do you remember me? I am Shancun!"

"...Ah, um...Little Shancun..."

"…Who are you?"

"Shancun!"

Zhu Shi stood outside the room with some headache, she shook her head and sighed.

"What's the matter?" Shang Quannai looked at Zhu Shi's troubled appearance, and he wondered.

Zhu Shi turned her head when she heard the words. After she saw Shang Quannai, the sadness on her face did not subside. She said slowly:

"Under my guidance, Miss Yuzi recovered some memories, but..."

Zhu Shi sighed.

"The memories she recovered are all memories of childhood and after becoming a ghost."

"Those memories of cannibalism made her a little delirious, and even clamored to apologize with death at first."

"Ugh…"

"It can only be recovered by time." Zhu Shi shook her head, the longer she stayed in the Ghost Killing Squad, the more she felt that her abilities were limited.

Up to now, even her own cannibalistic desire can only be restrained barely, but cannot be completely resisted.

Powerlessness filled Zhu Shi's heart.

At this time, my wife Yuzi suddenly yelled in the room:
"correct!"

"Father! Father is still in Sensoji Temple!"

……

……

Sensoji Temple.

"Amitabha…"

The old-looking monk knocked on the wooden fish, he walked out of the other courtyard worriedly, and glanced at the sky that was about to brighten.

Looking at the main hall of Sensoji Temple again, the familiar figure from the back squatting there and crying did not appear.

"...Haven't you come back yet?"

Suddenly, the pupils of the monk shrank, and he thought of a possibility.

"Could it be that…"

At this time.

pat!pat!
The two ghosts landed on the eaves of Sensoji Temple, looking down at the old monk, and the ghosts with "Xiawu" and "Xiawu" in their eyes said brazenly:

"Stupid old man!"

"Still pretending here!"

"Now, Master Yuzi... no, that crazy woman is no longer here!"

"You have no one to protect you!"

When the old monk heard this, his pupils trembled slightly, and the blood vessels on the back of his old hands were clearly visible.

Snapped!
Reach out and hold the vajra against the wall.

He glanced at the gradually rising sun in the sky, then turned his head and stared at the two ghosts who were under strings with wide eyes.

"My Buddha is merciful."

The vajra in his hand.

It is forged from ore ore.

(End of this chapter)