"Liar, if I could have such skills as you, I would definitely not be sent by the village to sacrifice to the mountain god......"

Hearing Ginji's words, Kazuo looked at the bear meat in his hand with a low expression.

Since ancient times, Japan has had the custom of worshipping mountain gods due to famine.

Offerings, usually to children who have just turned seven.

Of course, there are also those who say that this is actually done to reduce the consumption of food rations.

Recently, the war had just ended, the land was devastated, the people were struggling, and Kazuo, who was too good to eat, was thrown into the mountains by the village to "sacrifice to the mountain god".

"That...... Kazuo ......"

As if guessing what happened to the boy, Ginji, who was gnawing on the bear's meat, rubbed the other's head heroically with his grease hand.

"I'm not a mountain god though...... However, I can also promise you three wishes, as long as I can do it......"

"That'...... Can you make me as good as you? ”

"Is it the same as me...... That's a lot of time, and ......."

Asked by the boy's innocent and direct words, Ginji couldn't help but frown.

"I'm sorry, not to mention that you don't have enough years, just this curse on me is not something that ordinary people can plant......"

"Cursed...... As long as I can control my own destiny, even if I am cursed because of it, I am willing to ......"

Bowing his head and nibbling on the bear meat, the boy's tearful eyes gradually reflected the scorching fire in front of him.

It was as if the door of a new world had opened a crack, revealing a glimmer of light to him in the darkness.

……

"I managed to hold the samurai back, and the rest of the guys are up to you."

Looking at the hungry ghosts who rushed up the stairs with hideous faces, Siena turned back and said a word to Kohei Higashino.

Immediately, he quickly flicked the nest of the revolver in his hand with his thumb, and the majestic power of holy light began to surge.

The nest of bullets spun wildly like a gambling wheel, and bullets erupted from the muzzle of the gun in a dense straight line.

Self-created skill, Holy Light Gatling.

Although the power of these bullets turned by the holy light was not as violent as before, the dense speed of nearly 3,000 rounds per minute suddenly doubled the pressure on the opposite Matsumoto Ginji.

With just a small pistol in hand, Siena was a world away from that night on the beach.

At this moment, the "Holy Light Arsenal" really showed his fangs in this peaceful country.

In the face of this dense barrage, Matsumoto Ginji protected him with two swords, and formed an impenetrable knife formation with movements far beyond humans, protecting the two of them in it.

"Hey, Kazuo...... You've messed with a terrible guy......"

With that, Matsumoto Ginji kicked Kazuo Amato's head downstairs, and then took a step towards Siena.

"I'll deal with him first, you can do it yourself......"

His step, as if teleporting, directly crossed a distance of several meters.

Facing the mighty Siena, Matsumoto Ginji was forced to close the distance and take the initiative to attack for the first time.

"Ding."

The sword trembled wildly, rubbing violently against the air, bringing out a blazing fire.

The blazing sword slashed at the revolver in Siena's hand, colliding with the holy light on it with violent sparks.

Two days first-class, five-wheel, fire scroll.

Unable to withstand Matsumoto Ginji's fierce sword, the poor revolver immediately shattered to the ground.

"Tick ...... Tick ......"

Crimson blood quietly dripped to the ground.

In order to cut this sword, Matsumoto Ginji did not care about resisting several bullets from Siena with his flesh.

The Holy Light Bullet, which could directly shatter the human body, only left a few huge bullet holes on his body.

Immediately, the bullet holes on his body began to wriggle and heal like living creatures.

"Hey, it turns out that there are blood clans in Japan?"

Noticing the abnormality on the other party's body, Siena, like a western cowboy, pulled out two revolvers from his waist again, and his eyes became serious.

"Bloodline? I'm not the monster you say......"

However, in just two sentences, Matsumoto Ginji's injuries have recovered as before.

"I'm just a damned man who can't die no matter how much I die......"

As if agreed, the sword light swung out again as the gun rang out.

……

On the first floor of the warehouse, Kohei Higashino, who climbed into the container, punched several men who turned into hungry ghosts behind him.

Then, he picked up the carbine left behind by the trio, jumped into another container like a cat, and fired wildly at Kazuo Amato, who was fleeing below.

However, those hungry ghosts who were not afraid of death surrounded Kazuo Tendo in the middle, blocking bullets for him.

After these already strong men turned into hungry ghosts, not only did their physical potential explode in full force, but they also seemed to have no sense of pain or vital existence, and they could also recover their injuries by eating.

And these guys are like locusts, after devouring all the edible food and flesh in the warehouse, they actually start to eat trucks, wooden crates, and other things with no effort in their own hands.

This can't help but make Higashino Yukihei rejoice in his decision to take the initiative.

If these guys were allowed to storm the Yokohama headquarters, I'm afraid the entire Yokohama Chinatown would become a paradise for them to eat.

Not to mention that Kazuo Amato can transform more people into such monsters in a steady stream.

While thinking so, he threw away the gun, which had run out of bullets, and pulled out two sharp Qinglong knives from his back.

This traditional dragon scimitar is the signature weapon of Nuluo Fist.

"I thought it was ...... Can you hide and be safe......"

With a cold smile, Higashino Kohei no longer dodged, jumped directly from the container, and rushed towards Kazuo Amato, who was in the group of hungry ghosts.

"I've discovered the weakness of these guys......"

Falling to the ground, the Qinglong Knife slashed towards the nearest hungry ghost with furious power, directly cutting off half of the opponent's head......

A blood-colored whirlwind danced with the twin knives, blowing in the crowd of hungry ghosts.

In the face of the hungry ghosts who are dominated by hunger, the way to quickly solve the problem is to exchange injuries for injuries and behead the feeder.

Kohei Higashino, who has obtained the agility and strength of the Asammet clan and the immortal physique, is, from a certain point of view, actually a more fearless existence than these hungry ghosts.

The wounds on his body that had been bitten and scratched by the hungry ghost would heal in the blink of an eye.

One by one, the heads rose into the air with the light of the sword in his hand.

The floor of the warehouse was gradually and completely covered with blood.

Perhaps stimulated by the breath of blood, or perhaps the distance between him and the enemy was getting closer and closer little by little, Higashino Kohei's eyes turned red, and a crazy smile appeared on his face.

"Silver...... Silver !!! ”

Looking at Kohei Higashino, who was getting closer and closer to him, bathed in gushing blood and flying stumps, and turned into a killing god, Kazuo Amato, finally felt the fear of death.

Although his physical fitness is also constantly strengthened by the hungry ghost's eating......

But if he had to fight hand-to-hand with the green dragon dancing and bloody Kohei Higashino not far away, he had no strength to fight at all.