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

Everyone in the courtyard looked at each other, at a loss.

Shang Quannai turned his head and slowly approached my wife Renshan who was lying not far away. Then he took the collar of his neck with one hand and walked towards the house.

"Gah!" The crow that had been flying in the sky cried out, then flapped its wings and landed on Shang Quannai's shoulder, and followed him into the house.

My wife Renshan, who was unconscious, was dragged little by little into the darkness of the house by Shang Quannai by her collar.

On the side, the usually steady head of the Ubuyashiki family had long since lost control.

He thought that the strength test was just a sword fight between samurai.

At most, it's a sword-to-knife fight, and at most, there's some blood!

But!

That red light! That thunder arc! That roar!

"What are these..." The head of the Ubuyashiki family's eyes were dull, and he fell into deep confusion.

It took him a while to react, and the confusion in his eyes slowly turned into deep fear.

Shang Quanna came to ask him to form a ghost killing team to kill ghosts. Doesn't it mean that even a person of his strength can't kill that Wu Ke? !

In this case...that original Ubuyashiki clan member is so terrifying...

The head of the Ubuyashiki family suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his hands and feet were cold, and he did not dare to think about it further.

…

…

In the doctor's room.

Shang Quannai sat cross-legged in front of the candle alone, and the dim candlelight illuminated his tired expression.

The crow sat on the table, preening his feathers with his beak.

My wife Renshan was lying beside her, sleeping peacefully.

Shang Quannai glanced at my wife Renshan, sighed secretly, reached out and picked up the diary on the table that he had written when he first came here.

"Can I still go back..."

"Earth…"

Shang Quannai's eyes were dim, and he gently rubbed the handwriting written in charcoal with his fingers.

At this time, the bird sitting on the table suddenly stood up, his orange eyes looked intently in a certain direction, then flapped his wings and shouted loudly:

"South and South East! South and South East!!"

"The red thing is in the south, south and east!!"

Shang Quanna was holding his diary, tears silently flowing down the corners of his eyes.

He heard the howl of the crow, subconsciously wiped the corners of his eyes and raised his head.

Look in the direction between south and south-east, look intently and squint your eyes.

An extremely small, vague red soul instantly jumped out of the dense white souls and was captured by Shang Quannai.

The red soul...is a ghost!

He unexpectedly glanced at the crow, which was still howling high.

Could it be that this 黛 Crow...

Shang Quannai rubbed his temples, held up the loudly screaming crow with his hands, and rubbed its head.

"Can you see those things?" Shang Quannai straightened the bird's head and made it look at him: "Can you touch it?"

The crow flapped its wings twice to indicate struggle, then opened its mouth and shouted: "Red and white things! You can see them!"

Shouting, Yan Ya was silent for a while. He turned his head and stared at Shang Quannai's hand holding him.

Then quickly stick out the bird's head! Pecked!

Snapped!

Looking at Shang Quan Nai's intact hand and red soul, Yan Ya raised his head again and looked at Shang Quan Nai: "Can't touch it! Can't touch it!!"

My wife Renshan, who was sleeping beside her, frowned unconsciously and turned over.

Shang Quannai nodded when he heard this and put down the bird.

He was now certain that the crow had come into contact with the ghost's blood.

I'm afraid it's his own blood.

I just lightly pinched the body of the crow at random, and I didn't feel anything different from ordinary crows.

It seems that he only inherited the ability to see souls?

There are no physical changes.

Neither can touch the soul.

With such little inheritance, I wonder if immortality and rebirth are reflected.

However, after squeezing the crow just now and finding it a little soft, Shang Quanna did not dare to rashly pull off a crow's leg to see if it would regenerate.

So…

Shang Quannai looked at Nan Nandong, squinting his eyes and observing the motionless red and white soul.

The hunting target at night is him.

…

In the courtyard.

"Take the move!!"

"Snapped!"

"too slow!"

"It hurts, it hurts..."

Everyone was holding wooden knives and practicing cutting with each other under the guidance of the old man.

The strong samurai was standing aside, carefully observing the traces left by my wife, Renshan, and Senna's battle.

The old man turned around with a smile, looked up at the tall warrior, and asked in an old voice: "How is it?"

"If we fight against them, what will be the outcome? A Yan."

A Yan was silent. He squatted down slowly, touched the edge of the hole on the ground with his hand, looked at the burnt soil, and said something:

"Yellow hair... has a chance of winning."

After hearing the words of the tall warrior, everyone in the courtyard froze. The remaining three people turned their heads and looked at him in horror.

——Any chance of winning? !

But after taking a closer look at the tall warrior's height and incredible muscle dimensions, they slowly felt relieved.

——Finally, there is a normal person who looks strong but is actually still strong.

The three Murata people sighed inwardly.

As for Shang Quannai and my wife Renshan, they are both perverts who look thin and weak, but are actually incredibly strong!

No! Not a pervert!

It's a monster! Monster!

It looks more like a ghost than a ghost!

The Murata trio looked at each other and agreed with each other's idea.

At this time, the old man's expression became heavy, and he continued to ask Ayan: "What about the other person?"

Ayan suddenly choked up, then stood up and looked solemnly at the big hole in the center of the courtyard:

"...Red knife...will die if you encounter it."

He was stunned for a moment, as if he felt that the description was not sufficient, so he continued to add:

"Death... soon."

When Ayan's last syllable fell, the courtyard fell into terrible silence.

Even the old man took two deep breaths, leaned on a cane, and looked into the house with drooped eyelids.

In the room, the head of the Ubuyashiki family, who was responsible for comfort and supervision, was sweating profusely while listening to the conversations of these people.

——How could such a person be killed so cruelly!

The head of the Ubuyashiki clan was smiling on the outside, but shouting crazily on the inside.

…

…

Night falls soon.

The bright white moon rises into the sky, and the mysterious night draws down the dimension.

Dots of stars hang in the sky, adding a chill to the silence of the night.

In the courtyard.

Shang Quannai stood on the rooftop, and six people, including my wife Renshan, stood under the stage.

My wife Renshan looked like she had not woken up. He rubbed the corners of his sleepy eyes and stood aside with a relaxed expression.

Shang Quannai glanced at it and nodded:

"Tonight, we're going to hunt a ghost."

"This is a trial."

"It will also be the first ghost you kill."

Shang Quannai turned around and faced the direction of south-southeast:

"But it won't be the last one."