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

Chapter 49 - Take You to Sagiri Mountain

early morning.

Time passed quickly, and the sky was already pale.

The sun slowly illuminated the dark night sky, reflecting the colorful morning glow in the sky.

Shang Quannai pressed the ghost who had lost consciousness, squatted on the eaves, turned his head and squinted to look at the radiant morning sun.

"Its daybreak."

He straightened up slowly, pinching the unconscious ghost's head, fully exposing it to the newborn sun.

"Bah—!"

As the sun spread bit by bit, the evil ghost's body was gradually covered by the hot sun, and slowly scorched black amidst the sound of scorching.

The evil ghost slowly opened its tired eyes, and glanced at the sun feebly.

Finally, the whole ghost breathed a sigh of relief and closed its eyes comfortably.

Whoa-!
Turned into a touch of black ashes, drifting silently in the early morning dawn.

On the side, shivering from the cold, with sleepy eyes, everyone leaned together, their clothes more or less stained with blood.

After a whole night of wielding knives, they were extremely tired after staying up all night.

Shang Quannai rubbed his fingers together to wipe off the ashes left in his hands. Looking at the trembling people in front of him, he raised his eyebrows:
"You need to get used to fighting at night as soon as possible. In the future, when you encounter ghosts, you will fight at night most of the time."

"Even if it's not, those guys will try their best to drag the time into the night."

He tapped the dark tiles of the roof with a bone knife, drawing a few people's attention back.

"One more thing, remember, this is aftermath work!"

Shang Quannai glanced at the listless crowd angrily, took a breath of the morning air enjoying himself, and took back the bone knife used to suppress the evil spirit.

He took out a heavy bag from his pocket.

After weighing it for a while, there was a clattering sound from the bag, which was filled with "Du Lai Qian", the main currency in circulation in this era.

The neon in the Heian era did not mainly have its own currency. Most of them used copper coins remitted from other countries, also known as "dulai money".

He looked down at the amount of copper coins in the bag, and threw them into the room with a big hole behind him.

Seeing the copper coin bag falling into the empty and dim firewood room, Shang Quannai exhorted the people behind him without looking back:

"During the crusade against evil spirits, if you destroy a civilian's house or occupy all of the civilian's personal belongings, remember to come to the door to apologize afterwards."

Although, this will belong to the "hidden" work of the logistics staff in the future.

But now, we can only let them come, and we can also establish a good relationship with the civilians, which is beneficial.

A sleepy look appeared on Shang Quannai's face again, he turned his back to the crowd, closed his eyes and frowned tightly.

The drowsiness is getting worse.

Must, let them be independent as soon as possible!
"it is necessary."

He opened his eyes, turned his head, and glanced at Murata and the others with sharp eyes.

Seeing this, the sleepy expressions of several people suddenly woke up, and they nodded vigorously.

Seeing that everyone was sleepless and exhausted, but still tense, holding the handle of the knife, Shang Quannai closed his eyes and smiled:
"Okay, this time the ghost hunting mission is complete, let's go back."

With that said, he jumped towards the street, bent his legs, and landed firmly on the bluestone ground.

pat!

Everyone behind them breathed a sigh of relief when they saw it, and jumped to the ground with Shang Quannai.

After all, if you are still running on the roof during the day, you will be surrounded by crowds.

Thinking about it, Shang Quannai turned sideways, looked at the few people behind him who were rubbing their shoulders and crying, and shouted at Murata, who was pale and weak, and whose steps were weak:
"Murata!"

Surprised, Murata straightened up immediately, and stared at Shang Quanna who called his name with wide eyes:

"What! What! What's wrong?!"

He yelled nervously.With a look of vigilance and vigilance, his hand has been unconsciously placed on the handle of the knife at his waist.

Shang Quannai glanced at Murata's small movements, and involuntarily raised the corners of his mouth, but there was still sadness in his eyes looking at Murata.

He adjusted his emotions, and shouted to Murata as calmly as possible:
"Relax! It's daytime!"

Following Shang Quannai's shout, a gust of hot air emerged from his mouth into a visible white mist:
"It's cold now, I will go to Sawu Mountain in a few days, and I can take you with me along the way."

Murata looked at Shang Quanna who was leaning sideways, with white mist coming out of his mouth, his tense muscles slowly relaxed, he slowly raised his head, and opened his mouth unconsciously.

Sagiri Mountain?
my family…

"Really...really?"

He opened his mouth in disbelief, and the same white mist came out of his mouth.

Shang Quannai narrowed his eyes kindly and nodded.

"Ha ha ha ha!!"

Joy welled up in his heart along with the joy of the rest of his life after the catastrophe. Murata took a few quick breaths excitedly, then jumped up excitedly and shouted:

"Great!!!"

Murata looked at the blue and clear sky in surprise, raised his hands high, and kept recalling his mother, father, and sister in his heart.

I'll be right back!How are you doing?

Everyone else smiled and looked at the excited Murata, as if they were sharing the joy of having a family reunion with him.

"Hey! Don't get carried away, kid!"

The samurai in rattan armor was squeezed aside by Murata who jumped up suddenly, staggered and slipped, he ran over angrily and directly elbowed Murata who was laughing.

"Well, let him get excited."

The old man patted the rattan armor warrior on the shoulder and said with a smile.

"Hahahaha! Stupid! This can slip!" The men in white feathers stood together, pointing at the slightly embarrassed rattan armored warrior with their hands on their stomachs and laughed.

The corner of the rattan armored warrior's mouth twitched, the veins on his forehead popped out, and he stared sharply at the white haori who laughed at him.

Hit quickly with one fist! !

"go to hell!!"

"Puff ho!"

The man in white feathers fell to the ground, his eyes rolled and he lost consciousness.

Shang Quannai looked at the few people fighting, and then at the ecstatic Murata, feeling a little uneasy.

He didn't know how to tell Murata what happened to Sagiriyama, it was quite irresponsible.

However, I didn't fully know that Murata's family really died in that ghost tide.

It would also be irresponsible to tell Murata directly that his family members are dead.

He was confused.

So, simply choose to let him see it with his own eyes.

Thinking about it, Shang Quannai turned around and slowly left along the street amidst the noise of playing behind her.

……

In the Sagiri Mountains.

mountainside.

Kitchen door home.

"Father!! It's snowing!!"

Zaomen Tanko was wearing a pink kimono, pointing at the delicate snowflakes slowly falling outside the door, shouting excitedly into the house.

"Sister Ganlu Temple! Come and see!"

"coming!"

(End of this chapter)