For the Slaughter To Eliminate the Haggard

A scream broke the silence of the night.

I quickly pushed aside Murakami who was still "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Although the visitor has limbs, eyes, ears, nose, and nose are no different from humans, but he has fangs, sharp nails, and an uncomfortable feeling all over his body. He must be the legendary cannibal, and the most important is-

The moment he rushed over, I cut off his aorta with kunai, and a normal human would have died a long time ago, but he was still standing there, nothing but bleeding from his neck.

"It's very good at targeting, human," the cannibal looked at me and touched the wound on his neck, "but this small wound will heal quickly."

"Oops, what happened..." Murakami's voice was trembling, "It's a ghost... The sun-knife... not yet..."

While speaking, the man-eating ghost disappeared from the spot, and I immediately grabbed the Kuwu and stabbed it forward. The moment he appeared in front of my eyes, the Kuwu had already precisely pierced into his palm.

The cannibal was still a little surprised, but he calmed down quickly and said with a smile, "It's really a good way to control my movements with a weapon, but now you're bare-handed—"

I spun around and kicked him into the woods, and the bamboo clacked and fell.

"Weapons are just a burden to me," I put down my legs and turned to Murakami next to me, "Don't you have to go down the mountain, let's go."

The latter: "...How can you still consider going down the mountain at such a time!"

"why?"

"You asked me why!" Murakami was about to die of anger, "This is a ghost, this is a ghost, you should leave me to stop it anyway!"

"Then..." I hesitated, "you come?"

"…"

Murakami fell silent, but in the next second, his expression changed suddenly: "Fuck away—!"

I didn't look back, I just tilted my head and stretched out my right hand, grabbing the fist that the ogre was hitting from behind—almost at the same time, a loud shout came: "The pig is advancing rapidly, the pig is advancing rapidly!!"

-coming!

I hurriedly squatted down, only to hear a "huh" sound, two cold lights flashed, and the cannibal's head and body suddenly separated.

The blood was sprayed on the ground, and his skull rolled to one side: "What's the matter, there is one more?!"

The ghost whose neck was cut off by the sun blade would not regenerate, and soon the head dissipated in the air along with the corpse, and his curse-like shouting gradually disappeared.

"The timing is right." I said to Inosuke next to me.

"Of course, don't look at who I am."

It is a happy event that the cannibals have been eliminated, but there is still one person outside the situation: "This...you, who are you..."

I followed the sound and looked at Murakami: "Huh? What's wrong?"

"It must be the heroic and handsome fool who was fought by this uncle!"

Murakami: "No, that..."

"Nonsense, obviously I am more handsome, but that kick directly kicked the ghost several meters away."

"Huh?!" Inosuke ten thousand refused to accept, "Isn't it just a few meters, I can let him fly a few dozen meters instead!"

Murakami: "You..."

"I can make him fly 100 meters!" "Me too!" "I can kick him into the sky!" "Me too!" "I can make him fly directly to the southern hemisphere!" "Me too! "

I confronted Inosuke: "Can't you change the word?!"

Inosuke also refused to admit defeat: "I won't!"

Seeing us fighting more and more vigorously, Murakami wanted to persuade the fight, but he fell silent, and then a blue vein burst out on his forehead. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore, and let out a roar: "Listen to me. Talk, you two naives!!"

Without giving me and Inosuke a chance to answer, he rushed up quickly, pointed at me first and said, "Why didn't you tell me sooner if you were so good at it, it scared me for a long time and thought I was going to explain it here, you know! "

I was stunned by his momentum: "Hug, sorry..."

"And you!" Murakami turned his head and aimed at Inosuke, "It only took me one afternoon to make the Japanese sword so skilled, I'm really hurt, you not only hurt my sword but also my heart, you This wild boar is really too much!"

Inosuke could hear the sourness in his words: "This level is just trivial for my uncle."

After venting, Murakami took a deep breath and calmly said, "You shouldn't be ordinary mountain villagers, right?"

Me: "Which villager in the mountains would wear a wild boar hood and go around beating wild beasts shirtless?"

"...I didn't mean that!" Murakami collapsed, "I was referring to the battle you just fought."

Inosuke and I seem to have made an appointment in advance, one to control the movements of the ghost, and the other to cut off the neck of the ghost with a Japanese sword.

This is not difficult to explain. Inosuke grew up in the mountains, he is familiar with the terrain of Da Yueshan, he has a keen sense, and it is not difficult to detect the appearance of ghosts, but I opened my eyes and knew that Inosuke was rushing this way. Rest assured and boldly stabilize the ghost, waiting for Inosuke to behead.

Ordinary mountain villagers cannot do these things.

After explaining the situation to Murakami, he pondered for a long time: "Didn't you say you want to go hunting ghosts with me?"

"Uh-huh."

"Want to go now?"

"miss."

He stared into my eyes for a while, then sighed, "Okay, it was my fault for treating you as an ordinary girl before."

Murakami has already seen my skills, and he no longer resists hunting ghosts together.

"Although your boxing skills are very good, in the end, you can only temporarily restrain the ghost's actions. If you encounter a ghost, remember to hide behind me, you know?" Murakami taught me.

I nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

In this way, leaving Dayue Mountain is a sure thing.

Afterwards, we went back to the cabin and slept for the night. We packed our bags and headed down the mountain the next day. On the way down, I suddenly heard a shout from behind: "Wait for me to find you in the future, Ichito Hinata! "

I paused, turned back excitedly, and saw a figure standing on the hillside in the distance: "What do you call me?!"

"Did you hear Ikki clearly?"

I:"…"

This pig is dead!

Murakami couldn't hold back his curiosity: "What is your name?"

"My name is Hyuga..."

Halfway through the conversation, I got stuck, right roar, what's my name? !

After thinking about it for a while, I replied seriously: "Well, Hyuga Ito, my name is Hyuga Ito."

Murakami: "...Actually, I don't really remember what my name is... My name is Murakami Night, ah no, Murakami Hokuto, right?"

We looked into each other's eyes, and suddenly there was a sense of mutual acquaintance and sympathy from the same world.

The Japanese swords of the members of the Ghost Killing Team are all made by swordsmiths. Once they are broken or lost, they will ask the other party to send a new sword through a special contact method.

There is no way to kill ghosts without a Japanese sword, so Murakami and I have been staying in hotels these days, avoiding going out. One day, we were drinking tea in the same Japanese room, and I asked casually: "By the way, yours What kind of person is a swordsmith?"

"Mr. Tielin?" Murakami thought for a while, "Although I have only met him once, I think he is quite gentle."

At this time, the hotel service staff said outside: "Mr. Murakami, there is someone called Mr. Tielin looking for you outside."

"Ah, here we come!"

Murakami was so excited that he quickly put down the teacup and ran outside.

Five minutes later, with a slap print on his face and his clothes torn to pieces, he opened the sliding door: "I'm back..."

I was pouring tea with a teapot, and when I saw him look unsteady, the hot tea was poured out: "Oh, hot, hot, hot, hot!"

"What happened?" I asked quickly.

"Mr. Tielin hit me."

"Because you lost the knife?" I wondered, "Didn't you say he was gentle??"

"He's gentle with knives."

"…"

I poured a cup of tea for Murakami: "Let's go buy some new clothes later."

"Okay…"

With the sun wheel knife, we are going to go out and kill the ghosts. Each member of the ghost killing team has a scorpion crow, which is specially used to communicate with the headquarters and repeat the order. Child's ghost, wants us to hunt.

This is the first time that Murakami and I have joined forces to kill a ghost. When I met the mission target, the latter asked me to run first. I didn't refute, I just retreated to the side and stood there quietly. The ghost, the ghost couldn't move, and Murakami sent him back to the west.

After that, Murakami completely trusted my strength, and we began to imitate the division of labor like Inosuke and I, one to control ghosts and the other to kill ghosts, completing more and more tasks.

During this period, I lifted the transformation technique, and Murakami discovered my white eyes. At that time, he also regretted why he dragged me out as a blind person to go out to the arena, if I hadn’t asked him to lift his finger and let me count, proving that his eyesight was 5.2 , he has now packed me and threw me back to the mountains for retirement.

The days went on like this, and my heart gradually became haggard.

As long as I find the murderer, I will go back. I have already killed so many ghosts, and there is no sign of going back to the real world at all!

Just when I started to doubt my life, Murakami said outside: "Ito, I was told from the headquarters, and I may not be able to come back until tomorrow."

"Be careful on the road~"

Not as easy as mine, Murakami outside the house was extremely nervous.

You must know that the person who called him this time is the Lord! The swordsmen of the Ghost Killing Squad are divided into ten ranks, and they are ranked in order of A, B, C, and D. He is only the last Kwai rank, and he is fortunate enough to be called to be the master - Mom, he is very successful!

After a long journey, he stepped into the headquarters gate with an uneasy heart.

At this time, a member of the post-event handling unit "Hidden" passed in front of him: "Murakami?"

Murakami immediately stood up and said, "It's me!"

"The lord and the pillars are waiting for you inside," the other party pointed to the direction of the room, "Come on."

After she finished speaking, she left, not paying any attention to Murakami, who was already frightened.

There are still columns...

They are the nine swordsmen with the highest status in the Ghost Killing Team, and they have always been his idols. What the **** did he do to enjoy such a level of treatment? !

Could it be that he was mainly criticized because the Japanese round sword was snatched away?

He doesn't even believe this reason, it's impossible for your lord to be so idle!

Murakami swallowed, tremblingly came to the porch, closed his eyes and shouted: "Lord, Your Majesty, you are here—Hokuto Murakami, follow the call to visit—!"

The voice fell, and the sliding door was opened from the inside. He dared to open his eyes and found a gentle and elegant man sitting in the innermost position with serious scars on his face.

At that moment, Murakami sighed from the bottom of his heart - mother, father, your son's life is complete.

Apart from being the Lord, there were only three pillars in it, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

Probably because the high-ranking people brought their own coercion, Murakami felt like a awn on his back when he knelt down and sat down, and sweat quickly trickled down his temples.

"Don't be nervous," said Yoshiki, the main producer, with a smile, "I summoned Beidou just to discuss the promotion."

"...Hey?" Murakami was stunned, "My lord, do you...know my name?"

"I remember the names of every child of the Ghost Killing Squad."

"This, that's it... I'm very honored!"

Although he was the protagonist of this meeting, the ones who spoke were basically the pillars and the masters, and the most he did was nod and shake his head.

Insect Pillar Butterfly Ninja noticed his situation: "As a member of Kuijie, he killed thirteen ghosts within half a month. What a remarkable record."

Murakami was even more nervous: "Lord Butterfly is so wrong!"

"Ah, why is this reaction, am I scary?"

"You're joking!" he hurriedly defended, "I, I didn't mean that!"

The other Yanzhu didn't care about these things, and only said in a hearty voice: "My lord, there is no precedent for the promotion of three levels at once. Do you need to think about it again?"

When the Lord looked at Ganlu Temple Mili: "Mili, what do you mean?"

"Eh, me?" Ganlu Temple was a little flustered, "That...I think, although there is no precedent, if it is for the Ghost Killing Team, which is currently in short supply of high-level players..."

Hearing this, Murakami suddenly woke up: "Wait, my lord, I think you may have misunderstood something!"

The people present all looked at him.

Feeling rude, Murakami quickly straightened his posture: "Strictly speaking, it's not me who killed the ghost..."

When the Lord looked a little puzzled.

"I'm just in charge of wielding the knife, and there are other people who really keep those ghosts in check."

After that, Murakami and Hinata Ito cooperated to kill all the ghosts: "If it wasn't for her, I couldn't have killed more than a dozen ghosts in just half a month."

"Young Murakami, what do you mean, an ordinary human who doesn't know how to breathe and doesn't have a sun blade can restrain a cannibal just by fighting?" Yanzhu Purgatory Kyojuro asked.

"Yes," Murakami lowered his head, "I'm so sorry to trouble your lord to summon him personally... I'm so sorry."

When the Lord's tone was still soft: "No, you have provided us with very important information, Beidou."

Then he asked Murakami something about Ito, and he let him go after 20 minutes.

The latter retreated to the outside of the house and bowed to the people inside. After the sliding door was closed, he turned around and ran outside the maternity house. After running for a long distance, he stopped and took a deep breath.

He rushed back to the hotel overnight and broke into the room where the black-haired girl lived without even saying hello.

"—Who?!" The girl woke up in a second, and after seeing his face clearly, she felt relieved, "It's you... Didn't it mean that you only came back, and also, it's very dangerous for you to break in so recklessly, in case I like to sleep naked."

Murakami ignored this question, directly held her hands, and said very solemnly: "Gou Fugui, don't forget each other!"

Girl: "...?"