Two days later, one morning, as he stood under the lush trees in the courtyard, thinking about how to spend the middle two years, there was a regular knock at the door of the butterfly house.

Looking left and right, the three little ones of the butterfly house and Chanel did not show up. He hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and pulled the deadbolt open.

When I looked closely, the visitor was wearing a red fire man mask, dressed in ordinary black, and holding a long handful of items wrapped in white silk cloth.

"Well, is Yahara here?"

Seeing this, Yahara immediately guessed the identity of this person - the knife forger!

"I am." Yahara nodded slightly, and got up to invite him into the courtyard to talk.

The two sat on the edge of the corridor, and the knife forging master enthusiastically introduced himself: "I'm Tie Chitsu, a knife forging master who specializes in making the Nichiren Knife, are you the new "pillar" of the Ghost Slayer Team?" ”

When he received Yaoyashiki's application for forging knives, not only Tetsuchitsu, but even the head of Forging Knife Village was puzzled.

The current cold winter is not the season for forging the Nichiren knife, and the reserves of materials "Orangutan Scarlet Iron" and "Orangutan Scarlet Ore" are even scarcer.

All kinds of restrictions have made it difficult to forge this Hinakura sword, and they are also curious about who this person is who can let the main princess Shiki Yaoya personally deliver the message?

Yahara waved his hand and said, "I misunderstood, I'm not actually a member of the Ghost Slayer Team, and this Hinakura Knife is only borrowed for research." ”

What?!

Tie Qianjin was not calm, and held the Nihon Knife tightly in his arms, with a strong sense of vigilance under the mask: "What are you going to do with my knife?" ”

He actually ignored the information that Yahara was not a member of the Ghost Slayer!

Seeing him so flustered, Yehara was also taken aback, and then the corners of his mouth raised, and he made a kind smile: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, I want to use the Sun Wheel Knife to deal with evil ghosts, not what you think." ”

It's just that this kindness turned into a demonic bewitching word in Tie Chitsu's eyes, and he refused to let go at all, for fear that Yahara would rashly attack and snatch the Hinawa Sword.

"Yahara-kun, is the sword forging master here?" A crisp and gentle voice came from behind him.

Yahara looked back, and the slender body of the butterfly shinobi was tightly wrapped in the uniform of the Demon Slayer team, and the feather weaving with the butterfly wing pattern was draped outside, and a gentle smile bloomed on her pretty face.

It's like a picture of a mission.

"It's coming, it's coming, but something went wrong," Yahara got up and walked over to Butterfly Shinobi, explaining helplessly.

However, after Butterfly Shinobu made a guarantee as a "pillar" and persuaded him several times, Tetsu Chitsu finally agreed to hand over the knife to Yahara, and immediately rushed out of the courtyard gate without looking back, as if he couldn't bear it.

Feeling the cold touch of the Hinahara knife and the pitch-black blade, Yahara looked back and forth curiously, and didn't feel anything special.

However, now that the knife is in his hands, he has no reason to stay any longer.

"Miss Butterfly, goodbye." Standing in front of the gate of the butterfly house, Yahara waved goodbye to the butterfly shinobi who was about to embark on the journey.

"Be careful all the way." The smile on Butterfly Shinobi's face was even gentler, and she stood in place for a long time, gentle and intellectual, and waited for the night to fade away before turning around and walking towards her mission location.

As he walked along the road, the snow on the ground began to melt and the mud mixed with the road made the road muddy, but it still didn't affect the interest of Yahara.

"The Sword Comes"

Because, at the moment when he got the Nichilun Knife, a somewhat crazy thought surged in his heart:

Use the ghosts you meet along the way to experiment with the transformation of inaction, and use the Nikcha knife to confirm the specific effect.

As long as the operation of the transformation of Wu Wei is more refined and skillful, Yahara believes that he will be able to restore the ghost to a human in its entirety.

When you learn from the time, you may be able to learn the secret of the immortality of the ghost physique.

All kinds of beautiful fantasies appeared in front of him, and his excited heart prompted Yahara's pace to speed up a little, and he couldn't wait to find the first lucky one.

......

In the evening, because he couldn't figure out the direction, Yahara simply walked along the back of the butterfly house, and finally came to a village just as the afterglow was about to fade.

Unlike the costume dramas he used to watch on TV, this village is small and pitiful, with only a few dozen houses scattered around.

And what made Yahara feel the most strange was that the darkness around him had flooded the village like a tide, but not a single house was shining with the light of candles.

Even, there were suppressed cries in some corners, floating on the empty road, making people's cold hairs stand on end, very frightening.

Darkness is coming, and it seems that only the house is the only safe place.

Turning his head to catch a glimpse of a dilapidated thatched hut on the left, Yahara slipped into it silently.

Inside the room was a large bed, and near the door was a wooden table and a wardrobe with a half-door that had been dropped, and the surface of the table was dusty.

Most strikingly, the wall facing the door was pitted and scratched, like a scar on a person's face.

With a slight movement of his nose, Yahara smelled an unusual smell, like a rotten piece of meat, which had been told him several times in the spell battle:

It's blood!

Staring warily at the large bed in front of him, covered with a shabby raised mattress and twisted shape like a human form, it seemed like a child playing hide and seek.

Taking out the newly arrived Hinawa knife from Yumi, Yehara was gloomy with his eyebrows, and he had a bad premonition in his heart.

The tip of the knife picked up the mattress and threw it to the ground, and suddenly, an even stronger fishy smell came to the nostrils:

A gnawed corpse with incomplete skin, the skeleton spliced together into a human form according to the appearance of the previous life.

Perhaps because of the cold weather, the body did not decompose.

It's just that the child's hollow eyes are full of helplessness, as if to indict this world that is so cruel to it.

Even though he was accustomed to seeing corpses in the spell return war, Yahara still couldn't stand the filth and evil taste of the man-eating ghost's heart.

Suddenly, a sharp and bloody slash appeared from the darkness, splitting open the wooden door, leaving an intoxicating cold light that slashed straight at Yahara's neck.

A gust of wind blew gently, and the fierce slash turned into nothing in an instant, and even a few hairs didn't rise in the night.

Staring intently at the darkness that continued to seep into the room, the surroundings became more and more hazy and transparent in the vision of the Yahara [Distorted Demon Eye], as if the veil shrouded in front of him had been lifted for the first time.

Through the darkness of the night, the architectural structure of the surrounding seventeen houses could be seen in full view, so fine that even a crack in the beams could be clearly seen.

The murderer who had just sneaked up on him hid in the haystack in front of the house at one o'clock, smiling and looking forward to the scene of blood flowing out.

It's just that it can't wait.

After waiting for a while, it was a little puzzled when it didn't hear the screams and saw the blood, so it wanted to get up and quietly move forward to observe the situation.

It only felt as if it had fallen, and then the world spun around, and its body fell uncontrollably to the ground.

The ears are wet, and there is a soft touch, what's going on?

Great doubts welled up in its heart.

Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Twisted Eye Changes