For the Slaughter To Eliminate the Haggard

"What!" Dun was shocked, "Sister Yito didn't come back?!"

Poe hugged his book, and was particularly aggrieved in the circle of detective agency members: "No, that's right..."

Only then did Kenji react: "No wonder, I haven't met her in the novel world."

The five of them traveled to the haunted house murder incident, and it took a long time to find the murderer. During the period, Ito was not seen. Dun thought she was not a copy of them. He didn't expect to return to the real world and said that Ito did not have a copy. Entered the supernatural world, and did not come back.

"This thing is really strange," Kunikida finally stopped indulging in work, "Poe, has this happened before with your abilities?"

The person named shook his head quickly.

At this time, everyone realized the seriousness of the problem. How can someone who is so big lose it if he loses it.

Everyone looked at each other, and unanimously decided to go to the president's office and report the matter to President Fuze. The disappearance of the member is no small matter, and he has to come out to preside over the overall situation.

But just as he was about to step into the president's office, Atsushi suddenly realized that there was one person missing here—Hey, where did Mr. Dazai go?

And at this moment, I am still far away from the people in the Taisho era, building a house in Otake Mountain, Okutama County, Tokyo Prefecture.

"Huh..." I lay on the roof and said feebly, "It's finally fixed."

After a short rest, I jumped off the roof, looked at the new cabin, and suddenly felt like a reliable man.

However, speaking of men, why hasn't Inosuke come back?

In the morning, he said that he was looking for a big beast to compare his strength, but there was no trace of him so far. I was afraid that he would find Xiaozhi in trouble again, so I opened my eyes and searched, and found him in the small bamboo forest halfway up the mountain.

There was also a boy in black with him. The two seemed to have just had a fight. The former was holding a knife and laughing. .

"..."

...... This bear child is causing trouble for me! !

I hurried over there, and when I reached the small bamboo forest, I kicked Inosuke's wrist with a flying kick, and grabbed the sword.

"Why are you kicking me!" Inosuke was not convinced.

"This is my problem, why are you hitting people!" I stood in front of the defeated teenager.

"I was comparing my strength with him, he lost!"

"If you lose, grab someone else's knife?!"

"I didn't rob it!" Assistant Yi Zhi was arrogant, "I brought it here from the righteousness!"

"Then why did he cry like this!"

"How do I know, I didn't let him cry!"

"You bully others, why can't they cry!"

Inosuke choked for a moment, but he didn't know how to refute for a while.

I turned around and returned the knife to the confused boy: "It's alright, don't cry, I'll scold him for you."

"...Oh, thank you, thank you." The young man wiped away his tears, took the knife and saw that the smooth and smooth blade had been tossed into teeth by Inosuke, making it completely unusable.

The young man was stunned.

I hurriedly defended: "Sorry, Inosuke didn't do it on purpose, you, look at this beautiful shape, how much like a bag that was punched out of your head..."

"Wow--!!!"

"..."

With my comfort, the boy cried even louder.

In the end, I took the heartbroken boy back to the cabin, and Inosuke walked behind him with two toothed knives, very happy.

After the boy calmed down, I asked him why he appeared in this deep mountain and old forest.

The boy's name is Murakami Hokuto. He said that he was a member of the ghost killing team. He originally followed the order to hunt ghosts in Dayue Mountain.

"Ehhh, wait a minute," I interrupted him, repeating in disbelief, "Hunt...ghost hunter?!"

Yes, is it the kind of ghost with no entity that likes to float around at night? !

Inosuke was attracted by my voice, Murakami saw him, his body shuddered subconsciously, and he hurriedly moved towards me.

"Hey, Yato, what are you talking about ghost hunting?"

Murakami: "Who is Yato, my name is Hokuto!"

"Don't worry about that kind of trivial matter, Shengchuan Zhendou!"

"...It was intentional, definitely intentional, I even changed my surname this time!"

Seeing that the topic was getting more and more crooked, I promptly put it back on track: "Murakami, explain to us about the ghost hunt, and that ghost... Ghost Killing Team, yes, Ghost Killing Team."

Murakami glanced at Inosuke, fearful and disgusted, and then answered my question.

It turns out that the ghost in his mouth is not what I think is a "ghost", but a real cannibal. In fact, there have always been ghosts in this world, but most people think that this is just a legend, and they don't take it seriously.

Cannibals, as the name suggests, feed on people, the more people they eat, the stronger their power, and ordinary weapons can't kill them.

The counterpart to the cannibals is the ghost hunters. The [Ghost Killing Team] is a team composed of ghost hunters. It does not belong to an official organization and has not been recognized by the public, but it has indeed existed for hundreds of years. In the hands of the team members, there is a sun wheel knife for slaying ghosts.

"This knife is so powerful." Inosuke sighed as he looked at the knife that had been smashed into a jagged shape by himself.

Murakami looked at him with a sullen face, daring to speak out.

"What kind of ghost killing team you said, how can I join." I asked again.

"To join the Ghost Killing Team, you must first accept the guidance of the trainer," Murakami tried hard not to look at the sword in Izhi's assistant, "After the guidance, you have to participate in the final selection of Fuji Kayama, and you can join the team after 7 days. "

Hearing this, I suddenly realized.

——Mom turns out that this is the whole setting of the novel world. Murakami Hokuto is the legendary teleportation NPC, Dayue Mountain is the novice village, and Inosuke is the village chief of the novice village. If you want to do the main quest, you must join them to hunt ghosts and dare to love. Po is playing such a routine!

"Thank you!" I grabbed Murakami's hands suddenly, "I finally understand!"

The latter looked at the hands we were holding together, and his face flushed: "Do you understand—no, no, please let me go, I, I, I, I'm not such a casual person!"

"Whether it is or not, you have helped me a lot!"

"……what?"

Murakami doesn't seem to know what I'm talking about at all. As expected of a dedicated novice village teleporter NPC, his acting skills are awesome.

I decided to go down the mountain with the village, but I had to say hello to Inosuke before leaving.

After lunch, Inosuke said that he was going to try the newly acquired Japanese sword. Seeing this, I quickly followed.

"Inosuke." I stopped him.

"Why?" The other party turned around and asked.

"Well...it's about Murakami."

"Oh, he," Inosuke said excitedly, clenching his fists, "that ghost killing team sounds very interesting, but I don't want the guidance of a trainer. I want to create a fighting method by myself. Or everything will be defeated by this uncle!"

"If it was you, it would be perfectly fine to join the Ghost Slayer," I hesitated for a while before deciding to tell the truth, "Well, we may have to say goodbye."

Inosuke, who was still very excited just now, suddenly froze in place as if he had frozen.

"I know it's a bit sudden, but I want to go down the mountain with Murakami to see how ghost hunters kill ghosts," I thought about my words, "The case I want to investigate may have something to do with cannibals, I'm so lucky I met a member of the Ghost Killing Squad, so..."

Before he finished speaking, Inosuke had turned his back to me: "Go if you want, it has nothing to do with this uncle."

Before I could answer, he left quickly.

Well……

I frowned.

Why do I feel a little guilty.

When I got back to the cabin, I told Murakami about my desire to hunt ghosts again. The latter immediately objected, saying that I didn’t have a sun blade and couldn’t breathe. If I met a ghost, I would die, so I might as well stay in the mountains honestly. After the rest of my life.

"I can breathe," I said earnestly.

Murakami was startled and asked, "How can you breathe?"

"I will give artificial respiration."

"..." The other party's cheeks blushed again, "Please don't imply me again, I'm not such a casual ghost hunter!"

"???"

I don't know what Murakami understood my words, but I knew that our brainwaves must not be on track, so I held him down and asked him to explain the "breathing" in his mouth.

Only later did I find out that this breathing is not that breathing. He was referring to the breathing technique before drawing the sword, that is, a style of swordsmanship. There are many different types of breathing techniques in the world, such as water breathing, thunder breathing, fire breathing. The breath of wind, etc., and Murakami's school is the breath of the wind, which is also one of the five basic breathing techniques.

However, according to what he himself said, he did not practice breathing in place, and there are many types that he has not mastered, but only half-baked.

"There are almost no people who can kill ghosts without breathing, unless you can fight ghosts until dawn," Murakami said to me, "I don't mean to hit you, you are so small, I'm afraid you will be killed when you meet a ghost. It's too dangerous to go down the mountain."

"It turns out that as long as you fight ghosts until dawn..."

"You're wrong!"

No matter how I recommended myself, Murakami refused to agree, insisting that I would only give away the head and hunt ghosts together? No way, no, no negotiation.

When it was almost evening, Murakami was leaving, so I took the initiative to ask him to go down the mountain.

"Didn't you say that ghosts will come out at night and walk in the dark, are you not afraid to bump into them?" I asked.

We walked one after the other in the small bamboo forest in the mountains, and there was a cold wind rushing around.

Murakami rubbed his arms: "I'm not afraid, I'm a member of the Ghost Killing Squad who knows how to breathe."

Now that he mentioned this, he simply stopped in place and turned to face me: "My mission is to eliminate the cannibals in this mountain, but I have been looking for it in the mountain for a long time, except for the wild boar, I haven't seen it. The second dangerous creature, so I think the cannibals are out of here, and it's okay to walk at night."

"And the boar stole my sun blade, I must send a letter as soon as possible to ask the knife maker to help me build a new knife, otherwise I will be in trouble when I encounter a ghost on the way back - eh, did you listen to me?"

"Yes, but..."

"It's fine. Don't send me away. Go back quickly. It's dangerous for a girl to dangle in the mountains alone at night."

"Let's put that aside for now," I said. "You just meant that you wouldn't be able to kill a ghost without a sun blade, right?"

Murakami nodded.

Seeing this, I raised my arm and pointed to the back of his body: "Then... can you fight it with your bare hands until dawn?"