"Da ......"

After waiting in the ancient temple for nearly an hour, when the sky was completely dark and even the temperature plummeted, there was finally a slight sound of footsteps outside the ancient temple.

Ryuxia raised her brows slightly when she heard the voice, and looked in the direction of the door.

After a while, a cowering figure appeared in front of Ryuxia's eyes.

The other party stood on the edge of the door, first trembling and poked out his head, after seeing Ryuxia sitting on the floor doing nothing inside, his eyes suddenly lit up, and the original cowering expression relaxed, and the whole person walked out from the edge of the door wall.

Ryusha looked at each other silently.

It was a young man of about fifteen or sixteen years old, with short and medium-length blond hair, a conservative estimate of more than one meter six in height, a head taller than Ryuxia, wearing a yellow feather embroidered with a triangular pattern, and his facial features were not yet fully opened, with a sense of immaturity and cringe.

It is worth mentioning that, for some reason, there are several marks of being beaten on his face, and his nose is blue and swollen, and his face is gray.

"That...... Little brother, can I come in for a night's rest? ”

The blonde boy let go of his fears for some reason, walked in through the half-collapsed wooden door, and cast a look of anticipation at Ryuxia.

How to say it.

Ryuxia could see at a glance that the boy was not a brave man, at least not on the surface.

The trembling and cowering and frightened look before entering the wooden door were all seen by Lu Xia.

Even in the dark of night, even in this world where man-eating demons exist, his cowardice is definitely one of the best.

However, if you don't have this level of timidity, you don't necessarily come to this ancient temple at night to seek refuge.

Ryusha's gaze fell to his waist.

Not surprisingly, I saw a knife with a yellow handle and a white scabbard.

"Okay, come in."

Ryuxia's eyes narrowed slightly, and she spoke.

"It's wonderful! Thank you, little brother! ”

When the blonde boy heard this, his face suddenly showed a look of surprise and relief, and he walked into the ancient temple.

"My name is my wife Shanyi, little brother, what about you?"

The blonde boy who claimed to be my wife Shanyi came to the fire and sat down cross-legged, smiling happily at Ryuxia as he put his hand next to the fire to dispel the chill on his body.

"Ryuxia, Kuramimu Ryuxia."

Ryuxia replied silently, and asked as if she didn't care, "You're also here to participate in tomorrow's final selection?" ”

"That's right...... Actually, I didn't want to come at all, but my grandfather beat me out, and I couldn't help it......"

The blonde boy didn't know what he remembered when he heard this, and suddenly showed an autistic expression.

No wonder he has a blue nose and swollen face, and a gray face.

But then, my wife Shanyi showed an extremely surprised look and threw a surprised look at Ryuxia, "Wait a minute, Ryuxia, are you also here to participate in the final selection?" How old are you? Who is the Breeder? It's even more ruthless than my grandfather! ”

It's really self-cooked, and as soon as you open your mouth, you call other people's names, but such people are generally very simple and don't have so many scheming.

"At 11 years old, I didn't have a breeder."

Lu Xia said with an indifferent face: "I have not been trained by a cultivator, and I don't know how to breathe. ”

The so-called [cultivator] refers to the person who trains the candidate swordsman for the ghost killing team, and teaches these orphans the skills of killing ghosts by taking in orphans and so on, and when they grow up and learn the skills, they can come to participate in the final selection.

Cultivators are generally old people who have retired from the Ghost Slayer Team, although their strength has declined because they are getting older and do not have the physical strength of their youth, but they are still skilled in killing ghosts, so they take on the responsibility of providing fresh blood to the Ghost Slayer Team.

Ryuxia had just come to this world today, and even the information about the ghost and the ghost killing team was obtained through the [Anonymous Spirit Base], and of course there were no cultivators.

"11 years old!? Without a cultivator, I don't know how to breathe!? ”

My wife Seon-yi's eyes widened with a ghost-like expression, "Then why did you come to participate in the final selection?" If you don't even know how to breathe, you can't fight the ghost at all, and in the end, you will only be killed and eaten by the ghost miserably! ”

What a good guy.

As soon as Lu Xia threw out the question, he took it very interestingly.

Of course, Ryuxia still intends to use the 'miserable tactic', and the identity background of 'parents and family killed by ghosts' given to him by [Anonymous Lingji] can be used completely, and it is simply simple to win the sympathy of this simple-minded young man-

It's just that when he was just about to throw out this identity, the expressions of the two changed together.

"Smack!"

Outside the ancient temple, there was another sound of footsteps.

Unlike my wife Shanyi's cautious, timid and light footsteps before, this time the footsteps were very thick and loud.

Both of them had hearing far beyond ordinary people, and they immediately heard the abnormality in the footsteps.

"Lucky lucky! I didn't expect to see two young people with fine skin and tender meat in this kind of wilderness! Looks like I'll be able to get a full meal tonight! Hahaha......! ”

The footsteps outside the door were getting closer, and at the same time there was the laughter of the other party, full of greed and surprise.

Ryusha looked at the fire that was lit beside her, and knew in her heart.

It seems that in this sparsely populated night in the mountains, it is not only passers-by that can attract passers-by, but also possible cannibalistic ghosts.

But this guy's luck is really bad enough.

This is a mountain close to Fuji Attack Mountain, and the final selection will be held during the day tomorrow, not to mention that there may be swordsmen from the Demon Slayer patrolling around here, even the alternate swordsmen who will come to participate in the final selection tomorrow should be almost around by now, and it is impossible for such an evil ghost to survive here.

Okay, let me see the subtleties of the breathing method unique to the Demon Slayer Squad-

Ryuxia thought as she looked over at my wife, Shanyi, who was beside her.

Then he fell silent.

The blonde boy beside him was already pale, trembling in both hands, and looked as if he had been violently frightened, let alone holding a knife, as if he couldn't even stand on his feet.

This guy ...... Isn't it too timid?

An invisible question mark appeared on Ryuxia's head.

"Bang!"

The footsteps at the door stopped at some point, and instead there was a loud clatter that tested people's psychological quality in the night when no one was around, and the half-collapsed wooden door of the ancient temple was violently dismantled by the other party, and it completely lost its life.

At the same time, the figure of the other party was also imprinted in the eyes of Ryuxia and my wife Shanyi.