Flat sounds echo through the alleys, bringing a lasting echo.

The Le Ghost was stunned, and then laughed: "Interesting, funny, it's so funny, hahaha!" ”

In the midst of laughter, it shook the pu fan in its hand violently: "Then, the human who doesn't want to be named, take my blow!" ”

As soon as the fan fell, an unprecedented burst of wind swept in.

The wooden walls were destroyed, the masonry was thrown away, and a fan-shaped void was formed starting from where the ghosts were.

Even Senjuro, who had already tensed his nerves and was ready to go, was still like catkins in the wind before this sudden strong wind, and he was easily blown away.

Looking at the figure that disappeared into the sky, the angry ghost said in a manic tone: "Why did you get him away, how can I fight him?" Bastard! ”

Facing the complaint, the Le Ghost smiled: "Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry, you can fight at any time, but the task given by the adult is the most important." ”

"I can feel that this human is very strong, and the fight will not end for a while."

"In case it attracts the attention of the ghost killing team, canceling their so-called selection will lead to the failure of the mission, and we can't afford the consequences."

Hearing the happy ghost say this, the angry ghost's body shook meaningfully: "Okay, okay, okay, listen to you, it's really a disappointment!" ”

In the darkness, the bodies of the two ghosts gradually merged into one and disappeared, leaving only a mess in place.

On the other side, Senjuro, who was carried by the strong wind, hurriedly used [Breath of Fire] to buffer before landing, and landed safely.

What the hell, isn't this a "banana fan"?!

Looking at the town with a little light at the end of his sight, he cursed in his heart.

In his perception, although the concentration of ghost qi of "Happy Ghost" and "Angry Ghost" was strong, it was stronger than that of Pei Lan who was in a weak state at the beginning, but it was far from reaching a level that he could not match.

Knowing that the other party is a "winding ghost", in this case, he wants to try what the strength of the so-called "winding ghost" is.

However, in the face of the strong wind, limited by his own weight, he was inevitably fanned away.

What a pity!

With a sigh, Senjuro returned the Hinawa sword to its sheath.

In his perception, the monstrous ghost aura that was originally steaming up in the town dissipated at this moment.

Apparently, the fourth of the upper strings left.

Although he was puzzled by the "ghost of the wind" and did not fight, it was only a small alley that was destroyed, and there were not too many casualties, which was a blessing after all.

……

Two days later, the vine attacked the mountain.

Chijurou walked silently on the stone steps up the mountain alone.

After being fanned by the fourth winder that day, when he returned to the place where the alley was, as expected, except for a broken eaves, the fourth winding was long gone.

The next day, Senjurou searched around the town, but the ghost who insisted on hiding was not so easy to find.

At the end of the day, nothing was achieved.

As the selection date approached, Senjuro could not delay, so he had to write a letter to Kyojuro, informing him of the whereabouts of the winding ghost in this small town called "Shimana Prefecture", and then set off in the direction of Fuji Raid Mountain.

Raising his head and looking at the sea of wisteria flowers blooming around him, Chijuro couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

It's been more than two years since I last saw wisteria flowers here.

And I have been in this world for more than two years.

Time flies!

……

The place where the selection of the Demon Slayer Team began was set up on a platform on the mountainside of Mt. Fujishi.

Senjurou walked up the stone steps and soon reached the platform.

On both sides of the bluestone-paved stone road, several red wooden pillars were erected, and at this time, swordsmen gathered here in twos and threes were waiting.

Chijurou raised his eyes and looked, yo, there are acquaintances.

At the edge of the crowd, a young girl dressed in pink feathers stood silently.

The pink and purple moon eyes, with the cherry lips, are adorable in anticipation. The one-sided ponytail with an emerald green butterfly hairpin makes her look a little more heroic.

Chestnut blossoms fall Chanel.

After two years of not seeing her, she has become more beautiful and moving.

Sighing, Senjuro didn't have the slightest intention of stepping forward to say hello, but instead found a position farther away from the girl, and continued to observe the swordsmen who participated in the selection this time.

Not to mention, at this glance, he saw a few more interesting swordsmen.

One of them is Huang Mao, who I met two days ago, my wife Shanyi.

Sure enough, I knew that this kid was not an ordinary person, and Chijurou was secretly in his heart.

However, looking at the scared look on this kid's face, can he really pass the selection?

Not far from the yellow fur, stood a young man wearing a fox mask on his head and wearing a blue moire feather.

The boy had red hair, but unlike the orange-red hair color that had been passed down from generation to generation in the Purgatory family, the red color of the boy's hair was a deep dark red. In addition to this, there is a strange markings on the left side of the boy's forehead, which makes people impress at a glance.

In addition to this fox masked boy, there is another person who catches the attention of Senjuro.

It was a young man with a dark cockscomb head and a scar on the left side of his face that extended to the tip of his nose.

His eyes were wary and fierce, and he looked like he was not getting along with.

Just as Senjuro was about to continue observing, the sound of a pair of girls overlapping came from in front of him.

"Thank you for coming tonight for the final selection of the Ghost Slayer."

The sound is flat and hollow.

Chijurou turned his head to look.

At the front of the crowd stood two girls in purple robes carrying lanterns.

Their hair colors are completely opposite, one is all black and the other is pure white, but they all have the same bunch of wisteria flowers.

"In this vine-raided mountain, there are ghosts captured alive by the ghost-killing swordsmen, but the ghosts can't leave."

"Because from the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, wisteria flowers bloom all year round, which are disgusted by demons."

"But ahead of here, there will be no more wisteria flowers, and there will be ghosts."

"Seven days here is the qualifying condition for the final selection."

Speaking of this, the two girls bowed slightly: "Then, please go all the way." ”

The words fell, and the swordsmen on the field almost swallowed their saliva meaningfully.

In front of you is the place where evil spirits haunt, and if you live for seven days, you are a real ghost killer.

What a cold, ruthless selection condition!

Looking at the swordsmen who walked into the selection place one after another, Senjuro sighed faintly, and then stepped to follow.

The swordsmen who can come here know what kind of existence ghosts are, and they have all been recognized by the cultivators.

There is no possibility of being tricked here.

Then, there is no longer a position for others to intervene.

Since the beginning of the selection, there is no complaint about life and death!

From the moment he chose to become a member of the ghost killing team, he either killed the ghost or died on the way to hunt the ghost.

This is the fate of the ghost hunter's life.

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