Spring snow melts.

In a blink of an eye, the cold winter has passed.

One day, when Tanyoshiro accompanied his father down the mountain again, the two found that the house where Hao lived had been emptied.

The gate is locked.

The people are gone... Didn't say hello to them.

They remembered that Hao said that they came from You Guo, and now... Presumably going back.

This is also in line with Hao's character... The other party came to see the breath of the sun, and as for getting to know their family, it was only by the way.

Tan Yoshiro felt that it was a pity that he couldn't say goodbye to Mr. Hao in advance.

In the eyes of Tanhei Kamado, he knew that he was about to die... A strong person like that doesn't need mercy.

has his own proud bones.

"Both."

Looking at the closed courtyard door, Tan Ping patted his son on the shoulder and prepared to leave.

At this time, a small servant ran over with a square box in his hand.

"This is what the Lord entrusted me to you before leaving... To be exact, it's for Tanjiro. The man brought what was left behind.

"Thank you."

Tan Ping took it.

When I opened it, I found that the box contained a black feather weave.

Exactly the same as the one worn by Hao, this kind of clothing belongs to aristocratic clothing, and the materials are precious, but not ordinary people can afford to wear them.

It was for Tanyoshiro to wear as an adult.

"Father..."

Yoshiro Tan wanted to speak and stopped.

"Precious is precious, but... This is his heart. ”

……

It's very easy for Hao to find ghosts.

Even if you don't contact the Demon Slayer, you can still collect many 'bizarre' events from the channels of the shogunate.

Kuno Sanyashiki was able to quickly mobilize members and go to various places to hunt ghosts, and this layer of relationship was indispensable.

What's more, Hao himself is the upper level of the worship center.

Equivalent to the highest policing.

His situation is already far from optimistic.

"Your Excellency... This is it. ”

The next evening, several samurai armed with torches escorted him to a rural village in the Edo region.

These samurai were ordered to come from Edo Castle... Mt. Untori was originally not too far from Edo Castle.

"Aobayashi Town."

One of them introduced the situation of the village in front of him.

At this time, it was dark, and the village, which was supposed to be very lively, turned out to be extremely quiet, unlike what a few people had heard of.

Aobayashi Town is located on a pivotal road, whether it is day or night, there are many motorcades and merchants who are in a hurry, and most of the refugees from this direction, as long as they go to the capital, will also pass through this place.

Therefore, even if it is a small village with 100 households, it is actually a land of fireworks and willows, and it becomes more and more lively at night, with taverns and down-and-out artists... There are a lot of places like this, and everyone is just trying to survive and make money.

But recently, there has been some unrest here, and there have been many people who have passed through this place, and they have disappeared inexplicably, and there has been no news.

The people sent by the government to investigate, but they had no clue.

"Ahem, cough, cough..."

He coughed hard, his cheekbones were thin, and he looked a little scary at this time.

The body is like a bamboo pole, and it needs the support of two maids to stand up.

Several samurai looked at each other, not daring to say anything.

They also didn't know why this big man, who originally belonged to the Northern Commission, suddenly inquired about Qinglin Town, and asked someone to come and accompany him.

If it weren't for the identity behind Hao, they wouldn't have traveled all the way to this kind of ghost place.

Now the situation in the shogunate is not very peaceful, and there are rebels everywhere... The cases in the capital can't be handled, who cares outside the city?

Countless people die in Edo Castle every day... There are drunken and troublesome bastards, and there are samurai who form factions and fights.

The number of dead people and the degree of trouble are far more tricky than in Aobayashi Town.

He looked at the village hidden in the night, and the few scattered lights, and smiled.

Over here... Sure enough, there is a ghost, and it is still a big fish.

He smelled the smell of blood in the air... It was floated from the village.

Died a lot...

Generally speaking, a single ghost or a relatively weak one, the area and influence that can cause trouble are far less great, and most of the ghosts act alone, and they dare not entrench themselves in one place alone, and they are likely to cause danger if they are fixed for a long time.

After all, there are still people from the Ghost Slayer Team staring.

They're basically a shot to change places.

Moreover, out of the control of the will of no misery, in order to prevent the ghosts from gathering a force and threatening their position... He will not let multiple ghosts haunt and act in a certain area, and cut off communication in advance.

Hao stayed in Mt. Untori during this time, and in addition to taking the blue flower of the other side, he spent more time searching the files in the Edo area... From a sea of information, find the clues of ghosts. In cases like this, even if a certain number of people disappear, they will still not be noticed by the shogunate, and this casualty is nothing compared to the war.

And, with the ability of ordinary people, it can't be done... I can't detect the cattiness in it, and in the end I can only fool the past.

Looking at the world of ghost slayers, to measure the ability of a ghost, in addition to how many members of the ghost killing team it has eaten and how many pillar-level swordsmen it has slaughtered, there is also a very crucial point, that is, whether its activity area is fixed and how much damage it has to ordinary people.

Fallen Hime, Tong Mo, including the tiredness of Nada Spider Mountain, these existences in the twelve ghost moons have their own 'habitats'.

There is no fear.

Ordinary ghosts, not worth moving, looking for... Just find a big one.

"This concentration of blood gas, let alone dozens of deaths..."

Hao's heart moved.

"Let's go inside."

He spoke.

Immediately, several samurai led the way and entered the village.

"Strange..."

As soon as they stepped into the main road of the village, the samurai felt a strange feeling.

The village is very small, and there is only one main road, so even if there is no 'business' recently, it is impossible for no one on the street to be invisible... Not even a dog.

In this current environment, not to mention coming to places with fireworks, even on some official roads, you can occasionally bump into drunkards or refugees.

Crash.

Just as one was about to knock on the door of a nearby wooden house, a few meters away, a red lantern hanging from a small shop suddenly lit up.

Someone moved the old sliding shoji door, stuck out a head and looked over, "A few adults... This way! ”

"Huh?"

The samurai at the head leaned over and frowned: "What's the matter?" Where are all the people in Aobayashi Town? The last time I visited, it was very busy. ”

"Adults don't know, every year in the early spring, there will be a wave of illness in my Qinglin Town, mostly caused by pollen in the mountains, and people who are infected will have red spots on their bodies and itching. I was afraid of infecting outsiders, so during this time, most of the businesses in the village closed down early... If you can walk all the way you can't, you can rest in peace, so that when this turmoil passes, you can serve the travelers. The old man flatteringly welcomed the group into the room, his eyes flickering slightly as he swept to the haze.

"Contagion?"

The samurai's face changed slightly.

"Don't worry, my lord, I'm fine..."

The old man hurriedly said.

It's a simple tavern, because it's a wooden house, there's not much space inside, so there are a few tables and chairs... It's not at all comparable to the city, but it's enough for passers-by.

The candlestick was lit, and the old man began to get busy.

Serve a few plates of home-pickled cold dishes and a coarse grainy drink.

Hao was the first to sit down.

This scene was also seen by the old man.

Several samurai, including the two maids-in-waiting, surrounded the seriously ill young man, and the luxurious feather weaving he wore on his body made his identity extraordinary.

"Your Excellency."

After a few people sat down, they looked at Hao.

"Leave me alone, feel free to do so."

Hazy said.

When the samurai heard this, their hearts were relieved.

They were just ordered to protect Ha and come to Aobayashi Town, and they didn't know what the latter was going to do or what he wanted to do.

However, after a day's drive, although the village is a little deserted at the moment, it is good to have a place to stay, and to drink and eat.

A few samurai drank in their stomachs, and soon their faces became hot.

Hao and the two maids did not move their chopsticks.

"Shop..."

He glanced at the old man who warmed wine and cooked vegetables on the side, and called.

"Your Excellency, you say."

"I just looked... Behind the village, there seems to be a small building in the southeast, not like a house... Like a shrine? ”

"Yes... It is inevitable that adults are curious, the shrine has just been built not long ago, and it is also because of this contagious disease that has not stopped all year round, and I and other villagers can only use this kind of prayer to pray for peace. The old man's eyelids jumped, and he pretended to smile calmly.

Seeing this, Hao didn't ask any more questions.

The old man subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

The smell of blood wafted from that shrine... The corpses must all be fresh.

Moreover, the whole village must be staying in that shrine for now.

And that ghost!

Sacrifice?

Or is it like Tong Mo's Eternal Bliss, which formed an organized faction?

It would be great if that were the case.

The louder the noise, the more it shows that the ghost hidden behind it is not ordinary.

Poof!

After a while, without warning, several samurai, who had been talking and laughing a second ago, suddenly fell drunk and smashed their heads on the wooden table.

The maid was startled, these warriors only drank a small cup each, why did they lose consciousness?

At this time, the expression of the old man, who had been facing away from them, seemed to be busy before and after, his eyes were cold, and he didn't know when he held a sharp knife in his hand, and slowly turned around.

Xiang Hao and the maid showed a cruel smile.

Two female streamers, plus a sick tuberculosis, it is not difficult to deal with it.

He's a veteran.

"Sure enough... It's a bunch. ”

Haze sighed to himself.

He thought it was boring, he thought that this old man would play some tricks, or do something more innovative... I didn't expect it to be so low-level.

Can it be a little level?

This kind of clumsy trick is just to deceive these brainless samurai.

In the eyes of the samurai, they are respectful and orderly, they are the superior of the class, even if they give these untouchables a hundred dares, they dare not do anything out of the ordinary.

This is the prejudice and arrogance that comes with identity.

"I'll give you whatever you want."

"I'm from the shogunate..."

He raised his hand in feigned fear.

Prepare to teach the old man and the ghost behind him a lesson.

Since you want to make trouble, the means of playing can't be too low-level.

You have to know how to surprise people...

(End of chapter)