The man in the column is perished, and the beginning of the treatment is not miserable

In the courtyard.

The morning sun shines on the dew, and the cool autumn wind brings a slight coolness to everyone.

A few dead branches protruded outside the courtyard wall, which looked very lonely.

"It's so cold..." The thin man shrugged his shoulders and hugged his arms tightly, his whole body shivering: "Why did you ask us to come out in such a cold weather...?"

The thin man recalled the comfort of having a room, bedding, and even dinner last night, and he felt more and more that he had made the right choice to come here.

His face looked dirty, but still showed a hint of childishness.

The rattan warrior on the side looked much more natural. He tightened the rattan armor on his body and leaned under the tree nearby with an indifferent look.

"I heard that your Excellency is going to establish an organization to hunt evil ghosts!" The man with white feathers put his hands on his hips and said to the other four people excitedly.

The old man on crutches and the tall warrior Diejia stood aside, paying no attention to the thoughts of the three people next to them.

"In that case... you can call us out at noon! Why is it a cold morning!"

The thin man tightened his clothes and complained to Shiro Haori with a blue face.

The blond-haired Kazuma Renshan stood aside with a dull expression on his face. He held his own sword "Raikiri" in his hand and looked at the discussion at a loss.

"Why...why do I have to be here too."

My wife Renshan scratched the back of her head in confusion.

At this time, the head of the Uyashiki family slowly walked out of the courtyard roof and clapped his hands:

"Okay, is everyone here?"

The maid on the side stepped forward and whispered into the ear of the head of the Uyashiki family about the number of people who had arrived and their performance just now.

The head of the Uyashiki family smiled, narrowed his eyes, and nodded.

Then, he looked at the people in the courtyard and began to explain:

"I called everyone here today to discuss matters related to the formation of an organization."

…

In the corridor.

Shang Quannai walked towards the courtyard step by step. His eyes were full of exhaustion and he felt a little uncomfortable.

His eyelids kept drooping, and he couldn't stop feeling sleepy.

If he had known, the moment he turned into a ghost, it also meant that his energy would grow without limit.

As for sleepiness, I haven't felt it for a long time.

Something's wrong...

On his shoulder, the crow stood quietly, looking left and right from time to time and preening its feathers with its beak.

Finally, after passing endless silken wooden boards, Shang Quannai walked to the door of the courtyard roof.

It is necessary to refresh the body.

Thinking about it, Shang Quannai clenched his hands tightly.

Then, slowly raise your arms on both sides.

"Snapped!!"

Shang Quannai slapped his ears hard from both sides at the same time! !

"Ning-!! Bang!"

After a burst of tinnitus and the last slight explosion, Shang Quannai blinked hard.

He wiped his face, feeling the rebirth and healing of his eardrums, and smiled easily.

"Much more awake."

Thinking about it, Shang Quannai pushed open the door of the courtyard roof.

Creak...

He straightened his brown doctor's robe and strode out.

At this time, the head of the Ubuyashiki family was kneeling on the stage in front of the courtyard, explaining to everyone:

"The above is what the organization we want to establish, the Demon Slayer Corps, will do."

As the head of the Ubuyashiki family spoke, he looked sideways at Naosen Nai who was slowly approaching, and then immediately said to everyone in the courtyard:

"Next, let the current leader of the Demon Slayer Corps explain it to everyone."

After saying that, the head of the Uyashiki family turned to look at Naosen Nai who was walking slowly, stood up and moved away from his seat.

Shang Quanna slowly walked to the head of the Ubuyashiki family and sat down cross-legged casually.

He glanced at the people in the audience and felt depressed inside.

In fact, at this time, no one can become a qualified member of the Demon Slayer Squad.

Ghost, the time of appearance is too short.

The first thing the members of the Demon Slayer Corps need is an understanding of ghosts, which I can teach them later.

However, these people in front of them all lacked something.

It is also the most important point.

That is.

- Hatred of ghosts.

Only by possessing hatred towards ghosts can we kill evil ghosts in the simplest and most direct way.

But hatred alone is not enough.

For a member of the Demon Slayer Corps, the highest quality they should have is to have

“I don’t want others to have the same tragic experience as myself.”

Such thoughts.

When a person kills ghosts with this idea, he can protect others and kill evil ghosts at the same time.

Everyone wants to live an ordinary life. If it weren't for evil ghosts that shattered their hope for a better life, who would want to join the Demon Slayer Corps and live on the line between death and survival all day long.

However, in this era when ghosts have just been born, it is very difficult to find such enlightened people.

Thinking about it, Shang Quanna looked at the thin man who was trembling with his arms folded, and then at the man with white feathers standing with his chest raised.

Most of these people probably chose to join the so-called "Demon Slayer Squad" just to fill their own stomachs.

They didn't understand the seriousness of the incident at all.

It's best if you can persuade him to go back.

Shang Quannai sighed and asked casually:

"Have you ever fought with a real ghost?"

The man in the white feather fabric had a high-spirited expression, and he quickly answered Shang Quanna's question: "No!"

Shang Quannai nodded and looked at several other people.

The thin man's expression was stagnant, his eyes flickered, he turned his head to the side, and his voice trembled: "No."

Another rattan warrior replied in the same tone: "No."

Only the old man and the Diejia warrior behind him gave Shang Quannai a positive answer.

"I... and this kid have actually killed a ghost."

The wrinkles on the old man's face overlapped. He patted the strong warrior behind him and looked at Shang Quannai with a smile.

Shang Quannai nodded, his face expressionless, and the air around him seemed to be colder:

"Are you sure you want to join the Demon Slayer Squad?"

He paused for a while. Just when someone in the courtyard wanted to answer, Shang Quannai decisively interrupted him and continued his narrative:

"Think clearly, after joining the Demon Slayer Corps, the comfortable days of the past will never return."

"Once you join the Demon Slayer Corps, please be prepared to die at any time."

"If you still have family members, if you don't want ghosts to come to your house in the middle of the night to seek revenge, please cut off contact with your family."

"What awaits you next are endless man-eating ghosts and the daily fear of death."

"While killing evil ghosts, no one will know that you are protecting others from ghosts behind your back."

"You will not receive praise or recognition from anyone."

"All you can do is protect yourself and others, and keep fighting against evil spirits."

"Until death."

Having said this, Shang Quannai took a look at everyone's reactions and found that almost everyone lowered their heads and remained silent.

He stood up and slowly asked his last question:

"Are you... afraid of death?"

My hands are frozen, I can't type, I'm numb