Ghost Slayer: Please let me be a human being

"It seems that intelligence will have to be paid more attention to in the future."

Aoki stretched.

Whether it's mental strength or control, it has a lot to do with intelligence.

"Speaking of this, I remember that there are still two free attribute points that have not been allocated."

Aoki glanced at the system panel and added intelligence and agility.

The power is enough for now.

Because ghosts naturally have the ability to regenerate quickly, physical fitness is slightly less important.

"There is one last reward."

A gourd appeared out of thin air in Aoki's hand. It was about twenty centimeters high and light yellow in color. It looked very ordinary.

"Is this the Ghost Wine Gourd?"

After a while.

Aoki's eyes showed strange color.

Before getting the ghost wine gourd, he guessed that it might be a treasure that could collect ghosts and refine them into wine.

Just like the purple, gold and red gourds in Journey to the West.

In fact, his guess cannot be said to be wrong, it can only be said that it is irrelevant.

The ghost wine gourd can only hold wine, not ghosts, and cannot be used in combat. Its special effect is that it can turn ordinary wine into ghost wine.

The so-called ghost wine is wine that even ghosts can taste.

To a certain extent, this is more precious than being able to collect ghosts.

Some things are only known to be valuable after they are lost.

Such as taste.

During this period, everything he ate was like eating sand, and everyone knew the taste.

Rather than having another means of fighting, being able to taste food again is more exciting.

"It's almost dawn."

Aoki tied the ghost wine gourd around his waist, put on his sunshade hat, and walked down the mountain slowly.

The consumption of "blood boiling" has not been recovered, and he was excited again. He used "space shuttle" too many times, and now he is a little weak.

When we arrived at the foot of the mountain, it was already bright.

Next to the short mountain is a wide road, with people and traffic coming and going.

Further along the road, there is a very prosperous town.

The high-rise compound is lined with shops and crowded with tourists.

Aoki was wearing a bamboo hat and walking on the street, not attracting much attention.

Along the way, he has seen more than one person wearing a hat.

This is Azabu, and the place where he lived before is like two different worlds.

The latter is still in ancient times, while the former has begun to enter modernity.

Here, Aoki felt that he was in 1910, not 1810.

From the busy street, enter a less busy lane.

There are shops selling all kinds of food on both sides.

Udon, ramen, tempura, sushi, eel rice...all kinds of food are available.

When passing by a special store, Aoki stopped.

This is a small shop with a red lantern hanging at the door with the words "Izakaya" written on it.

Aoki's fingers lightly brushed the ghost wine gourd at his waist, then turned and entered the izakaya.

As seen from the outside, the space in the store is not large, with only six tables in total, separated by curtains, and there is a busy figure inside.

It seems that it has just opened, and the izakaya is very deserted, with only one customer.

Aoki glanced subconsciously, but couldn't help being stunned.

She was a young girl in her prime, with a delicate face and a tear mole under each eye. She looked very cute.

She was wearing a pink kimono embroidered with flowers, her chest was held up high, and she had an outstanding figure that did not match her age.

However, the most eye-catching thing about her is neither her beautiful face nor her hot figure, but her long cherry-pink hair braided in braids, with only the ends of her hair being light green.

The girl seemed to be aware of his gaze, and turned to look over. A little surprise appeared on her pretty face, and a bright and sunny smile randomly broke out.

“Uncle Yokogi’s sake and yakitori are great.”

"Thanks!"

Aoki looked away as if nothing had happened, took off his bamboo hat, and sat down at the table at the edge.

A charming woman came over, holding a plate with several side dishes in her hands, which she placed on the table one by one.

"What would the guest like to drink?"

Aoki took out the ghost wine gourd: "Have a draft beer and help me fill it with sake."

"Guest, please wait."

The woman picked up the ghost wine gourd and left.

At the same time, a middle-aged man walked out from behind the curtain, holding a food box and a wine bottle in his hands.

"Xiao Miri, the grilled chicken skewers and sake you asked for are ready. By the way, I also put sakura cake in them."

"Thank you, Uncle Yokogi!"

The girl with cherry-colored braids took the food box and wine bottle with a smile, and ran outside happily.

The middle-aged man shouted at her back: "Tell your father to let him come to the store to drink next time!"

Aoki quietly withdrew his gaze.

Ganlu Temple Mili.

This is the first "acquaintance" he has met in this world besides Muzan Onimbutsuji - not counting Reiyuko, he is not familiar with Reiyuko.

Calculating the time, Kanroji Mitsuri should not have joined the Demon Slayer Corps at this time.

If he were still human, he might try to strike up a conversation, but now that he was a ghost, it was best to stay away from her.

After sitting there pretending for a while, as the number of guests gradually increased, Aoki quietly left the izakaya.

Facing the bright sunshine, he squinted his eyes: "Let's find a place to live first."

He decided to stop for now.

His strength grew too fast, and his strength was far from what it should be.

It's time to settle down.

In the evening, a simple and honest young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes suddenly stopped Qingmu.

"Sir, I see that you have a unique bone structure and excellent talent. You are a rare martial arts genius. Do you want to join our dojo?"

Qingmu looked at him and said, "Unique bone structure? How did you see that?"

The simple and honest young man was stunned, and cold sweat began to appear on his forehead at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Qingmu suddenly asked, "Who taught you that sentence just now?"

He could see at a glance that this was a complete sales novice!

"I learned it from a novel."

The simple and honest young man was ashamed, and hurriedly explained, "But I am not lying to you. Judging from your body shape and demeanor, you are really suitable for our Qingmu style."

"Qingmu style?"

Qingmu was stunned. Is this name serious?

The honest young man said seriously: "Aoki Ryu is a bare-handed fighting martial arts, known for its fast and smooth movements and continuous moves."

"Then we really have some fate."

Aoki pondered slightly: "Does your dojo have a place to live?"

Learning martial arts is indeed a good choice.

In fact, he is not good at close combat, let alone bare-handed fighting. He basically fought on instinct before.

This is also one of the reasons why he cannot exert his full strength.

The honest young man was overjoyed: "Yes, yes, yes! We have a lot of empty houses. As long as you are willing to join the dojo, you can live there for free!"

"Then let's take a look!" Aoki said.

He could see that something was wrong, but he was skilled and brave, so he didn't mind going to see what was going on.