The selection of the ghost slayer team is to throw the swordsmen into the vine attack mountain full of ghosts, and life and death are up to them.

Those who can survive after seven years have passed.

Through the only condition, which is to be alive, these two simple words can also show how cruel the Ghost Slayer is in essence.

In previous years, there were always some people who found a place to hide as soon as they arrived at the vine attack mountain, or they clinged to the edge of the wisteria forest to avoid ghosts, and used this kind of little wisdom to pass the trial.

If he wasn't very hungry, the demon wouldn't have held back his disgust for wisteria flowers.

Today, it is the fifth.

This time, the atmosphere of Fuji Raid Mountain was somewhat unusual.

At this moment, a young man held a knife in both hands, his eyes wandering around, and the messy gravel at his feet.

The young man had a mid-haired style, and the two longer strands of hair on his forehead fell down to the corners of his eyes, with black hair and black pupils.

He was wearing the most ordinary ghost slayer pre-selection swordsman uniform, all black, the white button around his neck was also tightly buttoned, and his clothes were bulging, and it could be seen that there were many muscles underneath his body.

This is the Water Call Swordsman, Murata, and the master is a relatively ordinary Water Call cultivator.

Murata wandered his gaze and could see distorted shadows all around him, and he could hear the occasional chirping of insects and the rustling of leaves in the wind.

At night, there is a forest of wisteria flowers that look like a crystal purple star in the sky, which can be said to be very beautiful.

But if you know that it is full of evil ghosts, there is no beautiful artistic conception at all, only the feeling of horror remains.

"What's going on, I met two ghosts on the first day."

"Later, I took the initiative to look for it, but it was difficult to find it, didn't it mean that there are a lot of ghosts and monsters in the vine attack mountain?"

Murata was a little puzzled, but then his eyes froze and he looked at the ground in front of him.

"Huh? The ground is a bit dented and has left marks. ”

"Some kind of alien ghost?"

A hint of excitement rose from my heart.

In Murata's eyes, the oni is not powerful, because he does not know the moon and does not know the blood ghost technique.

I only knew that I was the first to come to the trial, and I was also afraid, but who knew that when I really fought, I easily beheaded two ghosts and sent them to hell.

At this moment, Murata's heart is a little swollen.

So, thinking of the respectable eyes of others after killing many ghosts, Murata slowly chased after the traces on the ground.

His speed is not slow, and he is like an agile ape in the mountains, constantly advancing.

Ten minutes or so later, Murata stopped.

() Because he felt the solemn atmosphere, the birds and insects here all stopped, and the silence was a little scary.

Murata stopped and noticed that the ground had become messy, apparently caused by the excitement of its owner.

At this moment, Murata was a little backing down.

For before he saw the traces of the ground, there were many broken and shattered trees.

Obviously, it was this ghost who went on a rampage all the way, directly breaking all the trees that stood in the way.

Most of the trees in the vine are cedar and camphor trees, and they are not thick, but they are definitely not thin.

Murata compared, his waist was less than half of the circumference of the tree.

He gasped: "Hiss......"

"My little board, it's not like it's going to die if you touch it."

"Slipped."

Without saying a word, Murata planned to leave and no longer tracked down.

But he vaguely seemed to hear something.

"Boom ............"

It was like a road roller knocking down a tree and then crushing it, and the violent sound came from far and near.

Murata turned his head and saw a terrifying alien ghost about three meters tall and wide, with thick arms wrapped around it, running towards him.

The hand ghost has no hair, and has blue-black skin the color of silt, and the green tendons tremble and swim under its skin like a small snake, and the fingernails of the palms the size of a grinding disc are bright as blood-red.

It's horrible, it's terrifying.

Murata trembled in his legs, and then he realized that he had only encountered a small character.

He desperately tried to escape, but his body did not obey the call, and he could not move, completely shocked by its momentum like a huge mountain top rolling stone.

Murata had heard that some small animals would be so frightened that they could not even run away when faced with tigers and leopards.

He scoffed at this, thinking to himself, how could such a stupid animal be?

But now Murata understands that it is in this situation.

The hand ghost got closer, and its scarlet eyes saw Murata.

Murata felt a sigh in his heart, and wanted to draw the knife but his body was weak, so he had to close his eyes and wait for death.

"Whew!"

It was like a gust of wind blowing, but the expected pain didn't come.

Murata opened one eye first.

"Huh? What about ghosts? ”

A rumbling sound appeared in the rear and faded away.

Relieved, Murata touched his body, looked happy, and then opened his other eye.

() () "Hiss ......"

Another gasp as Murata saw a man.

To be precise, it was a boy, fifteen years old, dressed in a blue underbelly with water ripples, and a strangely shaped scar on his forehead.

In his left hand, he held a beautiful dagger with a light blue translucent body, and in his right hand, he also had a wheel knife, which traveled between the branches at high speed.

"Don't look at it, follow me after that ghost!"

Tanjiro saw Murata in a daze.

Murata was shocked, and he realized that the ghost was not excited, but fearful, and the scarlet eyes were full of fear.

And what he feared was Tanjiro in front of him, a half-grown boy.

Just now, he just fled in a hurry, and he didn't even take care of Murata, for fear of delaying the escape.

Tanjiro just said casually, not caring about Murata's reaction, because the bastard of the hand ghost was still running away.

At this moment, Tanjiro already knew the cause of the death of Tsuto and Mako, and they both died from this hand ghost, which made Tanjiro angry.

Chase and flee until the border of the wisteria forest, and the hand ghost stops.

His face was bruised, and he said violently: "Die, die, die............"

The hand ghost has realized that Tanjiro will not give up, and it is impossible for him to escape from Fuji Attack Mountain, and it is almost dawn, and there is only one way to die if he escapes.

He's going to fight a fish to die and break the net!

As soon as the mad and irritable words fell, the hand ghost directly moved, and countless hideous and thick arms were wrapped around and extended, attacking Tanjiro who was pursuing.

Tanjiro laughed and said, "Senior Brother Rabbit, Senior Sister Mako, and other people whose names I don't know, Tanjiro will avenge you!" ”

"Kagura, the god of fire, the type of four, the phantom rainbow!"

Tanjiro clenched Masamune and the wheel knife tightly in his hand, and the body began to twist and spin at a high speed.

The terrifying arms that exploded and twisted wildly couldn't even touch the corners of Tanjiro's clothes.

The hand ghost's eyes were in a trance, as if he had seen a small sun, jumping in the large net formed by his countless thick arms.

Everywhere it passed, the ghost arms as hard as the rocks of old trees all melted, like snow meeting the sun.

He could only watch Tanjiro get closer and closer.

"Fire God Kagura, Nino-type, Biraten!"