Ghost Slayer: The Great Swordsman System at the beginning, our teacher follows the country

And on the fragment, there seemed to be some words engraved on it.

Pick it up, the Secretary read softly.

"The owner of the Suliu Dojo, Yuan Yuan, is ashamed of the expectations of the past dynasties and failed to wait."

Now entrust everything to my son Hirano, may our hopes come true soon.

"Yuan, I'm tired."

Madoka was Hirano's father's name.

And Hirano has already recognized what that fragment is.

That was his father's bamboo knife, and it was the most important personal possession since he was a child.

Even Hirano himself was not allowed to touch it by his father.

But that night, it was broken by Yuan himself, engraved and put into the box.

"This is your father's stuff."

Put the fragments into Hirano's hands, Secretary Secretary said.

"Although I haven't met him, I can feel that he is an upright person."

"Thank you."

At this moment, Hirano was already in tears.

I saw him hold the fragment in his hand, put it on his chest, and said in a trembling tone.

'Father will be delighted to hear you say that.

Nodding his head, the secretary looked at the second item in the box.

It was a note with some words on it.

"Hahaha, it seems that I am not the one who can wait for that one."

"It's a pity. I wanted to see what it looked like, but that's it."

"The owner of the field, Linkui, just retreat!"

Linkui is one of the few female owners in Suliu Dojo.

At the same time, she is also Hirano's grandmother, with an extremely bold nature.

It can also be seen from the words left behind that in the last moment, what she showed was not just regret.

More, it is an indescribable relief.

Taking out the branch of Linkui, Si Shu and others looked at the next one.

The next few notes all expressed his regret that he had no hope of waiting for the secretary, as well as his wish to entrust his hope to the next owner.

And the more you scroll down, the older the age.

Similarly, the handwriting becomes more blurred.

But no matter what, the secretary didn't show any impatience.

Slowly take out the thing and read the words on it.

After being silent and thinking for a while, put it aside steadily.

Soon, half of the contents of the box were taken out.

At this time, an unusual thing appeared.

It was a broken piece, as if torn from a garment.

It seemed that it had been completely soaked in blood and turned dark red.

On the top, there are also some words written.

"Su Liu suffered misfortune, and I am ashamed of the past owners."

"Combined with its weak strength, it has been wandering abroad for many years, and it is still impossible to rebuild the dojo."

"There is no hope in this life. May the owners and those who wait for future generations forgive Eucalyptus for its incompetence!"

Eucalyptus was the son of the farm owner who survived the massacre.

Although it was only three simple sentences, Hirano and others could still feel the pain that Eucalyptus experienced.

There is only one person left in the huge dojo, with nothing to rely on, everything can only be relied on by oneself, and start all over again.

In his later years, he still made no progress, and finally died of hatred.

"Eucalyptus owner, that's not your fault."

Looking at the dark red rag, Qian He covered his mouth, the tears on his face could not be stopped at all.

The experience of the two is somewhat similar, both lost their parents when they were young.

Therefore, Asazuru can understand and experience the emotions in Eucalyptus's words.

It's just that she has her grandfather to rely on, which is considered a blessing in misfortune.

Even so, after losing both parents, Qian He almost couldn't get over it himself.

As for the eucalyptus farm owner, he can only rely on himself for everything.

In such an era, I'm afraid it would be better to die directly.

The more silent, the secretary took out the rag and looked at the next one.

Note after note, object after object.

Although each note wrote the sadness of the current owner, some even expressed their self-blame and pain.

But in any case, the same thing is not expressed.

That is, never regret the choices you make.

They spent their entire lives waiting for the secretary, and they had no regrets!

In the end, there was only one thing left in the box.

That's the bottom, a letter.

On the outermost side of the letter, a few words were clearly written.

"The owner of the Suryu Dojo, Komajiru."

Chapter 350 Komaji's Letter

Looking at the words above, the secretary paused for the first time.

There was no pressure to kill the ghost, and even chased the secretary who was not miserable. At this moment, there was a rare hesitation.

If the ghost sees it, I'm afraid it will directly crack the eyeballs.

To them, Secretary Secretary is, to some extent, a more terrifying existence than Wu Mi.

At least, Wu Mi will not easily take their lives when they need them to do something.

But Secretary Secretary is different, as long as it is a man-eating ghost, he will never show mercy.

One knife at a time, being hacked is death.

But such a character is frowning at this moment.

The thumb and index finger kept rubbing together, as if hesitating about something.

At this time, Zhu Shi's tender little hand was suddenly placed on the back of the secretary's hand.

"It's okay, that child, I won't be angry with you."

A gentle voice sounded, Zhu Shi persuaded.

'And you, you know that kid better than I do, don't you?

"Ah."

After taking a deep breath, the secretary made up his mind.

"Let's go out."

Glancing at Hirano and Qianhe, Zhu Shi said indifferently.

'Give them both, leave room for communication.

Although the owner of the letter was absent, Zhu Shi still placed it in an important position.

Because she knew Komaji's position in the secretary's heart.

Since I knew Secretary Secretary, it was the first time I saw him spend such a long time with an ordinary person.

In the secretary's life, the person he had the most contact with was undoubtedly Ji Guoyuanyi.

The person with the second largest number is probably Komaji from back then.

Looking at each other, Hirano and Qianzuru also knew that the two of them should not continue to sit here.

"Miss Zhu Shi, this way please."

Hirano got up first and made an inviting gesture.

"I still have some rough tea and pancakes here, I hope you don't dislike them."

"Then trouble you."

Nodding, Zhu Shi motioned.

'Exactly, I also have some things, I want to chat with Asakusa.

Under the leadership of Hirano, Zhu Shi and the others walked out of the room.

Before leaving, she did not forget to cast a look at the secretary.

That look seemed to say, don't be nervous.

Responding to a grateful look, Secretary Si sat on the sofa.

After hearing a bang, only the secretary was left in the whole room.

After drinking the tea, the Secretary crossed his hands together and looked at the envelope in the box in silence.

After an unknown amount of time, he took a deep breath, and then took out the envelope.

Looking at the slightly ugly word "Komaji" on the envelope, a helpless smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"The handwriting is still so bad."

The secretary clearly remembered that Komaji back then couldn't even write his own name.

Even, I can't even recognize many words.

So much so that when he was studying by his side, the secretary had to spend a lot of time teaching him how to read and write.Read the book

From each other's name to living utensils, from herbs to medical equipment.

It can be said that the secretary spent a lot of effort on Komaji.

Not only that, the secretary still remembered that Komaji once asked him how to write a love letter.

"I want to write a letter to Lianxue."

Recalling Komaji's shy face with his head bowed back then, the secretary felt as if he had returned to the past.

But that's just what it seems.

The people and things in the past have disappeared.

The people in memory have also become black characters on white paper.

Slowly tearing open the envelope, the secretary took out the letter inside and spread it on the table.

There is not much written in the letter, it only takes up half a page.

Not only that, but it can be seen from the handwriting that the letter was not written at the same time.

Every few paragraphs, noticeable differences emerge.

Perhaps, it took many years to compose this letter.