This is My Juggernaut Journey

Damn, how many years have I not seen an electric light!

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After being away from the light of electric lights for several years, and having experienced long-term lighting with torches and oil lamps, Yuzuru almost forgot the fact that small glass bulbs can emit bright light.

The breath of civilization!When the lights are shining, will the TV and the computer be far away?

The town is not big, and the population is estimated to be around a thousand, and I don't know where it is somewhere in Japan, because Yuzuru is a 'hunter', and there is no information network for the Demon Slayer Squad, so I can only use my mouth to inquire, following the chatter of the mountain people, He came to this small town.

This is not efficient, but it is very interesting. It makes Yuxian, who is used to doing things slowly, feel very comfortable. No matter whether he kills or not, the ghost will be there. It is much easier than guessing when the inner government will call every day.

Walking under the street lights, Yuzuru felt in a great mood. At least after [-] o’clock at night, there were still people coming and going on the road. In the previous era, there were no ghosts at this time, and the world of Kenshin might still be busy creating people. , Wolf is really fighting ghosts.

It's just that he felt an indescribable strange feeling. The faces of the people who came and went were cold, and their eyes were all focused on the long knife at his waist.

' An exclusive place without a trace of hospitality. '

Yuzuru made a definition in his mind, and raised his hand to ask someone, but the other party would always pretend not to see and hide from the side.

hiss......

It's a little strange, and why didn't I see a child here.

He walked almost from the edge of the town to the center, and no one under the age of fifteen saw it. What's even more strange, he didn't feel peeping, hostility or other emotions.

Swordsmen are very sensitive to hostile gazes. Even if they can't smell ghosts, they can easily find out who wants to eat their own flesh.

But there is nothing there, only these cold and boring gazes, as if travelers are just air and have no meaning of existence.

'You can't just grab someone and force them to question you. It's really hard to be a lone ranger. Forget it, let's follow the routine. '

Seeing the wooden sign and white lanterns of the izakaya, Yuzuru licked his lips, guessing that the search for information started from the bar, so he opened the curtain and entered.

The light inside was dim, and there were more than a dozen people sitting sparsely, but they all looked at the door, and their eyes made Yuxian frowned.

'Is the vigilance so high?That's right, outsiders rarely come to such a small place. '

He ignored his eyes, sat at the table generously, took off his bamboo hat, and said to the boss: "A pot of sake, and some side dishes."

"okay!"

The boss was a stout middle-aged man in his thirties with a birthmark on his left cheek. He quickly delivered what Yuzuru wanted, looked him up and down, and hesitated to speak.

"Speak directly if you have something to say." Yuxian could feel that strange gaze without raising his head.

"Brother, I have to remind you that if you wear a real knife on the street, the police will confiscate it."

Yuzuru was taken aback, then slightly embarrassed, no wonder those people were staring at him just now, now is the Taisho period, and the ban on knives has been issued for decades.

But he didn't know, even if he returned to Jianxin, it would take a few years before this order was issued, and he finally knew why the discomfort just now happened. Unarmed ordinary people, everyone will find it strange, okay!

Fortunately, Yuzuru has always been thick-skinned, so he coughed lightly, skipped the topic altogether, took a sip of sake, and suddenly felt that it was far from Weiming's specialties, so he was not interested in taking a second sip, and asked the owner of the izakaya:

"Has anything weird happened in town lately?"

"Strange thing?" The boss touched his head, thinking that you are the weird person, and replied: "No, and please pay [-] yen for the drink."

JPY?Yuzuru was too lazy to worry about the exchange rate of the Japanese yen in the Taisho era, reached into his sleeve, threw out a stack of bronze guns, and slowly took back a few, before asking:

"Is it enough?"

The boss was shocked. Not only did this weird man dress up like an ancient man, but he didn't even have Japanese yen. After confirming that it was real copper, his eyes turned and he nodded: "Enough."

Not only is it enough, it clearly took advantage of it. Fortunately, Yuzuru has "no idea" about money, and "doesn't feel bad" about using the money seized from Wei Mingguo's treasury.

He took another bite of the side dish, and it was not very tasty, so he put down his chopsticks and shouted to the boss's back:

"To be exact, is there any incident of missing persons or human trafficking?" The boss, who had walked a few meters away, was taken aback for a moment, and then turned his head after a while. Examination: "Absolutely not. If you don't believe me, you can go to the police station in the town and ask. By the way, the store also provides accommodation services. Do you stay in the store?"

Yuzuru didn't answer, he tilted his head to listen, sharp eyes and ears are the foundation of a swordsman, he could even hear the undisguised heartbeats of these people.

After a few seconds, he picked up the chopsticks and ate again, and replied with a smile: "Live, I want the best room."

...............

Like most Japanese B&Bs, this hotel was converted from their own house. The lower floor is an izakaya, and the upper floor is accommodation. In fact, Yuzuru has no choice, because this is the only hotel in the town.

Under the light bulb, Yuxian soaked his feet comfortably in hot water, feeling exhausted all over.

He squinted his eyes and looked out the door. When he specifically asked about 'missing persons' just now, he felt that the owner of the izakaya's breathing was disordered, coupled with his greedy eyes, it was absolutely not as normal as it appeared on the surface.

"Those mountain people shouldn't lie to me. There are indeed people missing in the town, but I don't know if it's not related to ghosts." '

Yuzuru travels thousands of miles, of course he knows that human beings are no weaker than ghosts when they do evil, and those evil ghosts are also transformed by humans.

"People's hearts, people's hearts." He sighed, gently stroking the handle of the knife beside the bed, the demon hunter, no, the ghost hunter was thinking quietly.

Unlike the ghost killing team, there is no difference between killing people and killing ghosts for him!

It was almost midnight, and it was raining outside the building, but the downstairs was still brightly lit. The drinkers who had worked hard all day gathered together, as if they were discussing a new game.

"Is the 'ancient man' asleep?" the drinker asked in a mocking voice.

"The lights have been turned off, but I don't know if I slept or not."

"Tsk, go to bed so early, Yuta, your family's fine wine has no place to play."