Looking at Huang Mao, no, it was the figure of my wife Shanyi leaving, Chijurou shook his head.

The young man in front of him had clear eyes, not like some kind of evil person, but even so, this was not a reason for him to wantonly entangle her.

This time it's just a warning, let him see it again, it's not so simple and he will let it go.

Look at the yellow hair's figure, the subconscious pace when walking, and the weapon's outfit......

"Hehe, that's interesting......"

With a chuckle twice, Senjurou turned his head and looked at the shopkeeper's father and daughter: "Uncle, it's okay, I promise he won't come to harass you again." ”

"Thank you, thank you."

For Senjuro's help, the shopkeeper Uncle is very grateful.

In these years, everyone is too busy to take care of themselves, and it is a very rare thing to meet someone who is willing to help strangers.

After refusing the owner's uncle's act of gratitude, after a full meal, Senjurou wanders around the town alone.

The town is brightly lit at night, with light red lanterns hanging at the door of every house, and the streets and alleys are full of noise.

The drunkenness of adults, the frolic of children, and the sound of frogs and cicadas in midsummer compose a dreamy chapter.

Before you know it, it's late at night.

The number of tourists on the streets began to decrease gradually, and the atmosphere of the whole town returned to tranquility.

After a long night, Senjuro found a random noodle stall on the street, asked for some food, and sat on the bench and waited patiently.

"Thorn-"

Suddenly, there was a slight noise in the alley not far away.

At first, Senjuro didn't care much, after all, there are still quite a lot of small animals in the town, such as cats, dogs, and mice, and it is very normal to break something while walking.

However, the next moment, a strong fishy smell entered his nostrils with the breeze.

"The Taste of Blood ......"

Senjuro whispered, then left the money for the meal and hurried in the direction where the smell came from.

……

In the deep alley, Senjuro's face was calm, and he held the scabbard in his right hand and walked slowly.

"Click, click...... Hello, ......"

The sound of biting, chewing, came from the deepest part of the alley.

As he paced, the smell of blood that filled his nose grew stronger, and the sound in the depths of the alley slowed down.

Clearly, the presence in the darkness sensed the arrival of an uninvited guest.

"Step on ...... Step ......"

In the quiet alley, slowly, only the footsteps of Senjuro were left.

The blood on the ground grew more and more, and gradually became a pool of blood, and soon he was in the deepest part of the alley.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey......"

Under the shallow moonlight, an old man with a swollen forehead, two horns on his head, and a face like Prajna lay on the ground on all fours, looking at the arriving Senjuro, it licked the blood from the corner of its mouth, and let out a seeping sinister smile.

Glancing at the mangled corpse on the ground, Senjuro's face became more and more cold.

In this world, it is not easy for people to survive, but there are always evil spirits that infest and hurt people's lives.

Needless to say, what exists in front of us is the evil in the world.

"Breath of Fire......

Senjuro took a deep breath, and in an instant, the air in a radius of five meters seemed to be drained by an invisible existence, forming a short-term low-pressure area.

The air pressed from all sides to the center, blowing the hem of his clothes and his long red hair.

"Qiang—"

The sound of metal unsheathed echoed in the empty alley.

"Breath of Fire, One Form, Shiranui!"

The crimson edge flashed in the darkness in an instant, and the fine sparks crossed a brilliant trail in mid-air.

"Silk—"

An indiscernible voice came from the neck of the two-horned old man, who stretched out his hand, his cloudy eyes full of consternation.

"Boom!"

Chijurou turned his back to the old man and put his knife into the sheath.

"Bang ......"

The ghost's head fell to a pool of blood on the ground, splashing a little bit of blood.

Chijurou's face was indifferent and he turned to leave.

However, after only a few steps, Senjuro stopped.

The [Ghost Hunting] trait didn't even activate?

Moreover, the ghost aura behind him not only did not dissipate, but became more and more intense.

The ghost of the owl's head should have no reason to survive according to reason.

"It's kind of interesting......"

The corners of Chijuro's mouth were slightly upturned, but the depths of his eyes were as cold as the wind.

He turned his head to look at the corpse of the demon.

I saw that the two-horned old man whose body was separated not only did not turn into black ashes and die, but his body that was broken into two halves turned into two different offspring in the disgusting wriggling of flesh and blood.

The child on the left has two horns and is dressed in the original kimono, but his appearance seems to have gone back in time, from a dying old man to a young man with a tin staff.

The child on the right is naked, and he is also a muscular two-horned young man, holding a giant fan.

The two are very similar in appearance, but their demeanor is completely different.

The tin staff on the left looks manic, and the word "anger" is engraved on the outstretched tongue.

The fan on the right has a happy face, laughs wildly, and has "music" engraved on his tongue.

This situation greatly surprised Chijuro's expectations.

From one to two, rejuvenation, such an absurd change......

In particular, the "winding" and "wanton" engraved in the eyes of the two ghosts made his expression gradually become solemn.

Two years later, Senjurou is different from the ignorance he knew when he faced the wolf before, and now he deeply understands what the so-called "Twelve Ghost Moons" represent.

Especially, "winding"!

The Twelve Ghost Moons are the collective names of the twelve strongest ghosts under the Ghost King.

Among them, the first six are the "upper strings" and the last six are the "lower strings".

For hundreds of years, the twelve ghost moons killed by the swordsman who became the "pillar" were all "lower strings", without exception!

The "ghost of the upper string" has hardly changed for hundreds of years, but the "ghost of the lower string" has changed one stubble after another.

"Upper String" and "Lower String", although they are both the strongest among the blood ghosts, they are very different in terms of strength and status!

Unexpectedly, I hit a big fish.

Even after two years of tempering, Qianjulang, whose strength has greatly improved, is so nervous that his palms are sweating in the face of this level of "evil in the world".

The name of a man, the shadow of a tree.

Even if you have never fought with the upper wind, you can guess how terrible the strength of the "upper wind ghost" is by extrapolating from the weak state of the wolf.

"Hahahaha!"

Qianjurou didn't move, it didn't mean that the fourth of the upper string would also stand stupidly, and the musician with the word "music" engraved on his tongue laughed wildly: "I didn't expect to meet this kind of ghost hunter of your level in such a remote small township, hahahaha...... It's fun! ”

"I'm the fourth of the wind, half a tengu."

"Human, I allow you to give your name, and then, happy death!"

Facing the clamor of the "Upper String No. 4" Bantengu, Senjuro smiled lightly: "Interesting, I didn't expect that the winding ghost who has been in the world for hundreds of years would hide in the corner and eat people like a dark mouse." ”

"Really, sadly!"

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