"My home is relatively simple, only this dish of pickles can be eaten, I hope you don't be surprised."

As he said this, Murakami put the pair of chopsticks that he took out of the inside of the chopstick cage in front of Ryuxia, and said earnestly, "Okay, please drink porridge." ”

The tone seemed very hospitable.

But in Ryuxia's eyes, it was proof of bad intentions.

"It's okay to drink porridge."

Lu Xia replied indifferently: "Give me your chopsticks, mine will be given to you." ”

He didn't even touch the pair of chopsticks in front of him, and his suspicion of Murakami was beyond words.

"Huh?"

Murakami was visibly stiffened, and the smile on his face became far-fetched, "Why, all of a sudden, you said such things?" ”

"Let's swap."

Ryuxia made a very unkind statement to Murakami, "Or is there actually any special mechanism on this chopstick?" ”

If you come with a different person, you may not be so overt to show your suspicion of Murakami, after all, people are kind enough to ask yourself to stay overnight, please have dinner, and then suspect others to be a little inauthentic.

But there has never been that taboo in Lu Xia's heart, as long as he has doubts, then he will never compromise, and will only single it out at the most appropriate time, in his heart, there has never been such a thing as human affection.

He would never joke with his own safety.

"When... Of course not! ”

Murakami's expression suddenly became nervous, and even his tone became uncertain, "I... I see, just swap out the chopsticks, right? ”

Murakami said this and handed the chopsticks in his hand to Ryuxia.

Then, in the next moment, the movement of his handing of chopsticks suddenly accelerated, and the tip of the chopsticks stabbed into Ryuxia's throat -

"Bump!"

However, Ryuxia's reaction was much faster than he expected, and the moment he stabbed the chopsticks in his hand, Ryusha also kicked out his right foot and kicked him on his left leg, causing his legs to bend uncontrollably and the whole person fell to the ground.

"Click-"

The moment he fell to the ground, Ryusha stepped on his back, pressing him to the ground and unable to move, and at the same time, his hands stretched out, breaking the bones of his arms together with a crisp sound.

"Ahhhh————hh

Murakami suddenly screamed.

"Shut up and tell me what's going on in this village."

Lu Xia put another force under his feet, making his chest feel stuffy immediately, his breathing was blocked, his screams stopped abruptly, and he coughed unconsciously, and then Lu Xia said coldly: "If you don't say it, I don't mind breaking all the bones in your body." ”

Murakami gritted his teeth, his face facing the ground gloomy.

“…… I can't say. ”

Murakami endured the pain of his broken arms, and although his face was pale, there was no look of submission on his face, "If you say it...... My brother will definitely be killed by that man! ”

Are family members being taken hostage?

Ryusha nodded, understanding the situation.

"But what does this have to do with me?"

But his face did not show the slightest pity for the two brothers, and he still said indifferently: "Tell me, what is going on here, if you don't say it, I will find out your brother now, and then kill him." ”

"Don't!"

Murakami's face suddenly changed, and there was obvious panic in his tone.

"Then say."

Ryusha pressed his feet again, causing him to let out a muffled grunt of pain again, "Don't let me repeat it a third time." ”

“…… I see, I said. ”

Murakami lay on the ground and hesitated for a moment before he spoke helplessly, "In our village, there is a very terrible man lurking. ”

"That man is terrifying, he has the ability to manipulate dreams, and he uses that ability to control everyone in this village, and no one dares or wants to resist him."

"According to the people who came the first two times, dressed in the same clothes as you, they call this presence a 'ghost'...... My brother was controlled by him. ”

The ability to manipulate dreams.

Is it a ghost with blood ghost magic?

"Where's that ghost now?"

Ryusha asked Murakami again.

"I don't know."

Murakami faced the ground, and said angrily: "He has never shown a straight face, and even let me deal with people like you in the past, he let others pass on the word to me, and once I don't do well, he will punish my younger brother." ”

I see.

Looks like a very cautious ghost.

He didn't take the initiative to show up in front of the villagers, and even the members of the ghost killing team who were attracted to him were only allowed to deal with this kind of ordinary people, without showing the slightest trace of his whereabouts, making it impossible for people to find out his location.

It seems that it will take more effort to find him.

"How did you deal with the Ghost Slayer Members? Where did the two people who came here go before? Also, how did that ghost manipulate dreams? ”

"The man gave me a special pair of chopsticks, and whenever someone touched them, the person would fall into a coma...... I don't know how he manipulated it, because I haven't seen him either. ”

"As for the two people who came before...... One is dead, and the other's words—"

Speaking of the other two members of the Demon Slayer Team, Murakami's tone became visibly hesitant, as if he had a ghost in his heart.

And at this moment-

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

From outside the house, there was a faint rumbling sound of a behemoth walking on the ground, and the porridge bowl on the table inside the house also trembled slightly, causing ripples in the sticky porridge soup.

"Ghost breath?"

Ryuxia raised her eyebrows and turned her gaze to the outside of the house.

Seeing more ghosts, Lu Xia will find that most of these ghosts have a rotten aura that is different from ordinary people, although this aura is not obvious enough, but the swordsmen of the ghost killing team are very sensitive to this aura.

Ryusha let Murakami go for the time being, turned around and walked outside.

And behind him, the moment Murakami heard this voice, the expression on his face also changed suddenly, and he didn't care about the pain in his arms, so he quickly got up and followed Ryuxia and walked out of the house.

Outside.

After a delay at Murakami's house, the sun had set in the western mountains, and the earth was once again dominated by night.

And in the midst of such nights, the figure of an alien ghost hovered over the dirt roads of the village.

He was on all fours, his posture was like that of a beast, the bones of his face were very prominent, his mouth was pursed, his lips were almost grinning to the root, and his five fingers were connected like webbed.

It looked like a huge toad, and its throat was still moving between breaths.

"Humans? Delicious! Eat! ”

After seeing Ryuxia coming out of the house, this toad-like ghost turned in the opposite direction as if it violated the rules of human eye movement, and a very simple happy smile appeared on its face.

Immediately after, he grew his mouth, and a scarlet tongue stretched out from his mouth and curled it in the direction of Ryuxia.

Ryuxia frowned slightly.

The strength of this ghost is not strong, at most it is only the level of the hand ghost in the final selection, but to his surprise, this ghost does not seem to have much wisdom at all.