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

Chapter 28 - The Emerald Form of the Demon Killing Team
Zaomen's father stared at the black unidentified bird.

And standing behind his father, Mao Zaomen, whose face was covered with cold sweat, was terrified.

Body!Can't move!

Shigeru Zamon narrowed his pupils tightly, staring at the black bird standing on the top of the shelf.

The black bird tilted its head to look at the two, and spread its wings suspiciously.

His mind was full of the black sticky substance that he vaguely saw when he was unconscious just now, and the ashes from Shang Quannai's knife.

Bird, this bird, was talking just now? !

ghost?Is it a ghost?Bird-like ghost!
Zaomen Shigeru's back felt cold, he looked around nervously, trying to find something to protect himself.

The autumn sun and cold wind were piercing, Zaomen's father seemed very calm, and he said softly to Mao behind him:

"Mao, go back and call Nai."

Shigeru Kamodo looked at his father who was staring at the black bird, tears welling in his eyes, he sobbed and nodded.

Then, forcefully move the leg back.

pat!

One step, two steps...

……

"Ahhhh-!!!"

Boom!
Zaomen Mao ran back to the house howling all the way, then opened the door suddenly, and shouted in a crying voice towards the bewildered people in the house:

"Brother! There is a ghost! Help! Help father!!"

Inside the room, Shangquannai, my wife Renshan, and Ganlusi Sakuramochi looked at each other, then got up immediately.

Swish!
Shang Quannai's knees were slightly bent, and he tapped the ground lightly, turning into an extremely fast phantom on the spot.

Left stunned Zaomen Tanzi and Zaomen Mao, Ganlusi who was about to leave, and my wife Renshan looked at each other in blank dismay.

……

at the same time,

the other side.

Production House Shiki clan land.

"Among these people who came, can anyone have a solution?" A man in a white kimono asked his friend beside him.

"Who knows, it seems that the head of the family must be in a lot of trouble." The friend put his hands behind his head, leaning against the wall, and said indifferently.

"The head of the family... that illness seems to be unusual, and I heard that the symptoms are unprecedented." The man in the white kimono continued.

The friend glanced at the man in the kimono, and complained helplessly:

"You, who are also a direct descendant, dare to worry about the future head of the family with me like this, and everyone else... tsk."

Next to it, there are maids carrying tables one by one to the courtyard to set up the venue.

Four days have passed since Shang Quannai and Wu Mi left the place of the maternity house.

During these four days, as the eldest son of the direct line, Takuya Shiki, the next-generation head of the family, also fell ill for no reason, and the whole family was busy with internal and external affairs.

And the current head of the family, based on the information vaguely provided by the remaining survivors and warriors, issued many recruitment notices to the outside world.

He hopes to use this method to find someone who can heal Takuya or solve the problem.

And today, it was the Ubayashiki family's catered meeting held to welcome these "swordsmen and priests" who came from afar.

At this moment, these people holding notices, all kinds of people are entering from the main entrance of the Ubuyashiki clan.

In order to avoid the entry of assassins, everyone must be inspected and hand in all weapons before entering the clan.

This caused the reluctance of most people, after all, no one would hand over something that was almost equivalent to their own life to others in this era.

Therefore, these people were "invited" out by the current Patriarch as it should be.

The rest of the people are either those who understand the style of the Ubuyashiki family, or those who have absolute confidence in their own strength.

"Thank you for coming here, please take your seat."

The current head of the house, a middle-aged man also wearing a white kimono, knelt in the courtyard room and said to the people standing outside.

Following the Patriarch's signal, all the people sat in the positions they chose one by one.

Everyone was watching each other, but no one was ill-intentioned to the other.

They no longer have any weapons, and if there is a dispute here, it will be more a test of their unarmed fighting ability.

Another one, that is, that guy's pressure is too great.

Among the crowd, the most eye-catching one was the combination of the tall armored warrior and an old man.

The samurai sat upright on the ground, even so, he was much taller than the others, with a dagger pinned to his waist, ignoring the sight of the people around him.

The old man kept smiling and nodding to them.

These two were the two who had met Shang Quannai before, and their soul colors were blue.

At this time, a maid walked over from the side of the house, bowed her waist and leaned against the owner's ear, and reported softly:

"My lord, a total of 130 people have come, and there are 27 people left."

The head of the house nodded.

"Okay, you go down first."

Then, the head of the family said to everyone in the courtyard:
"Presumably, everyone also has some doubts about this gathering. Let me explain the reason now."

"Everyone knows, are the rumors about cannibal ghosts that have been circulating outside recently true or false?"

Hearing the Patriarch's question, someone immediately responded:
"Does it even need to be said!"

"Yes, it's nothing more than a story that makes children cry."

"The one I believe in is the ear of the sword."

"And where is your sword?"

……

The old man watched the discussion with a smile, and the originally quiet scene suddenly became chattering.

The old man turned his head, exchanged glances with the samurai, then smacked his mouth, and looked at the Patriarch who was kneeling in the room with a silent expression on his face.

"it is true."

The hoarse voice was so conspicuous in the crowd's debate, everyone immediately turned their attention to the old man.

"You...!" Someone immediately wanted to point the finger of argument at the old man, but after seeing the strong warrior behind the old man, his voice weakened.

The head of the family looked at the old man, with a smile on his face again:
"why?"

The old man's sunken eye sockets were not cloudy, but very clear. He and the Patriarch looked at each other.

In my mind, I remembered the boy I met a few days ago.

The boy who disappeared in front of him in an instant and ran down the mountain.

He smashed his mouth, his dry skin was full of wrinkles, and a memory squeezed out of his hoarse throat:
"Old man, I have seen that kind of creature called "ghost" before."

"The length of the body is irregular, but the physical function is ridiculously powerful."

"Also, he cannot be killed or beaten to death. As long as his arm or head is cut off, he can immediately regenerate instantly."

"It can only be suppressed until dawn, only the sun can completely kill it."

"That's all the information I have."

A group of people who were noisy at first became quiet under the old man's gradual statement.

Although most people still regard what he said as a story, just listening to it is a little scary.

"If I'm not mistaken, this time, Patriarch Ubuyashiki, you summon us priests, swordsmen, and demon slayers."

"I'm afraid it's for killing ghosts."

The old man opened his half-closed eyes and scanned all the people present.

(End of this chapter)