Chapter 107 Ghosts Are Not Necessarily Evil (4k)

Chapter 107 Ghosts Are Not Necessarily Evil (4k)

Taoshan.

"Hunting ghosts with a kitchen knife, a ghost hunter who has mastered the breath of thunder?" Kuwashima Jigoro looked at the members of the ghost killing team in surprise: "Are you sure?"

"Yes! Teacher Sangdao, he first appeared in Uesugiwai Daqian Village. That small village was attacked by ghosts and no longer exists, but on the same night when the village was destroyed, those ghosts should also be disintegrated by him. After power, kill by sun exposure.

After investigation, we speculate that he may be a 16-year-old boy from Daqian Village, Kamishiya Sora. In the second half of the month, two more ghosts were wiped out by other people before the members of the ghost killing team rushed away, both of which were nearby.

And judging from the traces of the last two battles, he probably mastered the breathing method of thunder, so my lord asked me to ask you, is it..."

Kuwashima Jigoro is a short, white-haired, little old man with a scar on his face and a prosthetic leg on his right leg.

He is Naruto from the former Ghost Slayer Team, who mastered the breath of thunder. After breaking a leg while hunting ghosts at the age of 35, he has been living in seclusion in Taoshan to teach his younger generations, and he has brought out many disciples who master the breath of thunder.

Hearing the words of the members of the Demon Slayer Squad at this time, he frowned in confusion and said, "No, it's not me, those kids... It seems that no one has been to Uesugi recently, could it be a mistake?"

The member of the ghost killing team lowered his head in front of him: "If he is Shang Xishi Yekong, his parents and elder brother should all be killed by ghosts that night..."

After the death of a family member, violently kill ghosts?

There are many such examples in this world. Certain geniuses may burst into astonishing power after being strongly stimulated.

But without a teacher, mastering the breath of thunder...

Sang Dao Ci Wulang's eyes suddenly lit up, he nodded and said, "I understand what my lord means. Where is he now? Is there a portrait of him?"

After seeing off the members of the Ghost Slayer Squad, the little old man gradually couldn't hold back his expectant expression, turned around and walked quickly on crutches, and grabbed a blond boy who was sneaking on tiptoes.

"Ah—" the boy screamed: "I was wrong, I was wrong, grandpa! I'm going to train now, please don't add any more training tasks! I'm going to die, I'm going to die!!"

"Shanyi, where's your senior brother?"

"...Ah?" My wife Shanyi was stunned with snot and tears coming out of her nose, grandpa didn't scold me?

What happy event happened, why did grandpa smile so happily? "Yes, it's in the back mountain."

Soon, my wife Shanyi followed the little old man to the back mountain, and found a black-haired, green-eyed, thick-browed boy who was practicing a knife.

"Yue Yue, stop for a moment."

The young man named Daoyu Yuyue put away his knife, glanced at my wife Shanyi, frowned indiscernibly, and said, "Teacher, what's the matter?"

"You need to go to Uesugi to find this young man." The little old man handed him a simple portrait: "He is called Shang Xishi Yekong, and it is very likely that he created and comprehended the breath of thunder without anyone teaching him." Fa, you invite him to Taoshan."

"Eh?! Self-created breathing method?!" My wife Shanyi yelled in shock, and soon a ray of joy rose in my heart.

Grandpa always asked me to inherit the breath of thunder with my senior brother. The pressure is so great. If this continues, I will definitely die somewhere... But if there is a new, super powerful heir...

A glimmer of haze flashed across Daoyu Yuyue's eyes, did he create and comprehend the breathing method of thunder? The same as the first generation of breathing swordsmen more than 400 years ago?

How could such a guy appear?

Absolutely fake!

After several seconds of silence, he said: "Okay, I see, teacher, let's go."

...

A few days later, night.

Ji Xing walked into Uesugi City.

At this time, it had been nearly a month since he first invaded the Ghost Slayer world, and some obvious changes had taken place in his appearance. His original black hair was dyed a layer of pale gold, conspicuous and eye-catching.

To master the Breath of Thunder is to become blonde?

Normally, it shouldn't be necessary, but Ji Xing's progress may be too fast, causing abnormalities in the body's metabolism.

It took a little longer than he expected for the breath method to enter the Changzhong realm, probably because the physical fitness of this body itself was a bit behind. It took Ji Xing more than half a month, and he encountered two ghosts and went through two battles before he could do it. Master it smoothly.

And just like the early stage of Naruto World, the way to practice is to cultivate the stomach first. The way Ji Xing strengthens his strength is to eat more and eat well, and the breathing method can help him transform food energy into strength more quickly, so he doesn't have to eat like a fat man like in the early stage of Naruto .

At this time, there are obvious muscles on the bare forearm, and the 16-year-old boy is fast and strong.

"Eat and eat."

The story of Ghost Slayer took place in the Taisho era in Japan. This year is 1920, so the city blocks are already relatively prosperous and full of people.

In recent days, Ji Xing has been exercising in the field during the day, and returns to Uesugi for dinner four times a day.

As for the source of money, when he left Daqian Village, he took away all the property of the village. In the next two ghost hunts, he also took away the property of the people killed by ghosts as a revenge reward.

After passing by several restaurants that he had tried, Ji Xing looked left and right, looked around, and saw a modest noodle restaurant on the corner of the street in the distance.

'Mian Mian Xuan'.

Looking at the canvas signboard from a distance, Ji Xing suddenly had a different feeling in his heart.

After reaching the realm of the breathing method, his sense of smell and even intuition have been greatly improved.

"A ghost? Not a weak feeling."

He is now very interested in studying the various characteristics of ghosts. After thinking about it for a second, he walked over.

The small shop is really not big, there are only four tables, two of which are occupied by customers.

The boss is both the boss and the chef. He poked his head out of the kitchen and said enthusiastically, "Guests, please sit down! What would you like to eat?"

Ji Xing: "Have a bowl of tonkotsu ramen."

"okay!"

After a brief exchange, Ji Xing sat down on the vacant seat. When he sat down, he twisted his body, and suddenly something fell to the ground, making a loud clang.

Refer to the other two tables of guests.

What fell to the ground was a kitchen knife.

The guests at the two tables looked at each other.

Ji Xing smiled apologetically, picked up the kitchen knife and put it on the table, and said, "I'm sorry, I'm an apprentice chef. In order to get closer to my tools and practice knife skills, I always carry the kitchen knife with me... um, That's it."

The guests at the two tables turned around strangely.

Suddenly another clang was heard.

There are more axes on the ground!

They looked at Ji Xing again in an instant.

Ji Xing coughed, picked up the ax and put it on the table: "Well, I'm an apprentice. Apprentices work very hard, and occasionally I have to go out to the city to cut some firewood. It's fine, right?"

The guests at the two tables were silent.

Two seconds later, they tacitly speeded up their meal, snorted a few times, stood up with their faces in their mouths, and slapped the money on the counter.

"Boss Kakuda, let's go."

"You...cough, keep busy."

Ji Xing was the only customer left in the store.

Soon the 30-year-old boss presented it to Ji Xing, and said with a sad face, "Guest, what did you say, you scared away all my other guests... Sigh, eat it."

Ji Xing stared at him without moving, and smiled.

"I don't dare to eat this."

Woo--

As soon as the words fell, Ji Xing instantly picked up the ax on the table and slashed straight at the boss's face!

The owner of the noodle shop pulled his hands in front of him, and a net that looked like ramen noodles appeared out of thin air. It was so tough that it blocked Ji Xing's axe!

Blood ghost technique!

He looked sad and said: "This kind of strength, is it really a ghost hunter? The weapons are more unique than the previous ones. Alas, I was touched again. It seems that Uesugi can't stay here anymore."

"Your move is even more unique. Don't say it, we are quite a match." Ji Xing cut across the face.

A faint thunder flashed, and the vampire noodles of the noodle shop owner broke.

His body leaned back in a hurry, and with a wave of his hands, all the tables and benches in the store turned into those extremely tough noodles, forming a net for a moment, enveloping Ji Xing!

With an ax and a knife, Ji Xing melted into a circle in front of him, and the lightning around him suddenly exploded, chop!

'Thunder's Breath · Two Shapes · Thunder Ring! '

Hum——

The bright electric light erupted, and the invisible ring spread, going back and forth endlessly!

As Ji Xing moved forward, he swung his ax and knife in circles, and all the 'noodles' wrapped around him were cut into pieces by Lei Guang!

The owner of the noodle shop didn't catch Ji Xing's figure at all, and felt a flash of a figure beside him, his neck hurt sharply, and his head flew out!

"Ah—damn it! Why! Why don't you let me go! I've got myself under control!"

As the severe pain of beheading came, the noodle shop owner's ghostly nature became stronger, and his tone gradually became crazy.

The ramen protruded from his neck and hooked to his head, trying to pull it back into the installation, but was cut off ahead of time. Immediately, Ji Xing swung his ax and nailed his head to the wall with a bang!

"Go to hell! Go to hell!"

The owner of the noodle shop danced wildly with all his limbs, turning all of them into noodles and hitting Ji Xing, but after a burst of lightning, they all broke and flew up.

During the severe pain, panic finally appeared in the eyes of the head pinned to the wall. This ghost hunter seemed to be different from the others, so strong!

His ferocious tone was slightly pleading: "Let me go, let me go, ghost hunter, I usually do good deeds to accumulate virtue, and let those orphans who can't afford to eat eat my noodles for free!

That's right, that's right, today is today, three children will come, you can wait, wait, my face is ready! "

Ji Xing looked at him and stopped attacking.

The owner of the noodle shop was overjoyed: "Yes, yes, don't do anything, I don't want to become such a ghost, I have a choice, who would be a ghost?"

He became grim again: "Ghost hunter, have you ever eaten feces? Do you know what it's like to be pressed to the ground, with your mouth filled with pig manure, and to watch your wife being bullied?!

wanna die! I want to die! No matter what kind of feeling it is, it makes me want to die immediately! But I can't die, I want revenge! ! I want to step on them all the time! ! "

After going crazy, his complexion suddenly softened again, and he smiled flatteringly: "Since that time, I have controlled myself, it's true, it's true..."

The continuously changing expression seems crazy.

In the next moment, it showed ferocity again.

"go to hell!!"

His body gathered quietly, and while Ji Xing was listening to him, he pounced!

'Thunder's Breath · Three Shapes · Lightning Point Cut! '

Nourishing——

The bright electric light expanded again, and the kitchen knife seemed to turn into a sharp knife of lightning, and in an instant, countless knives were drawn across the noodle shop owner's body.

Puff puff puff puff——

Broken flesh and blood splashed in all directions!

"Ah—" the owner of the noodle shop let out a miserable wail: "No, no! I didn't mean it! I can't control myself, I can't control myself!"

"How long have you been a ghost?" Ji Xing asked him suddenly.

"...I, I became a ghost, like 43 years?"

Ji Xing said: "There are 12 months in a year."

"43 years, 12 months, 43 years, 12 months..." the owner of the noodle shop kept murmuring.

Two lines of tears suddenly gushed out.

"Why... is this so?" He seemed to be asking Ji Xing, as well as himself.

A bitter smile rose, and with a hook of the broken palm at the corner of the wall, a ramen suddenly shot at his own head, piercing straight through it.

In an instant, the minced meat and blood all over the noodle shop quickly turned into fly ash and dissipated.

Last is the head.

When a ghost loses the desire to survive and chooses not to heal itself, it can commit suicide!

"Thanks, ghost hunter. I should have gone to find Yuko a long time ago. I have made her wait for 43 years. I don't know if she will blame me."

The last murmur dies away.

Except for broken tables and chairs and slightly damaged walls, there were no traces left in the noodle shop.

Ji Xing looked at the noodles that the boss had thrown away after presenting them to him before, and they were still intact on the ground.

It's not vampirism, and it doesn't add anything.

"The math problem is really difficult. 43 by 12 is like a ghost who committed suicide."

His mood is slightly complicated, as if he saw himself in the most tragic ending. If one day, he is engulfed by the demon's desire to eat people, cannibalize and kill people continuously, and finally wakes up...will he also kill himself like the noodle shop owner?

"There won't be that day!"

After picking up the axe, he walked towards the back kitchen, which was basically unaffected by the battle.

The soup was cooked, the noodles were pulled, and all the condiments were ready. Ji Xing did it himself, and he had enough food and clothing to eat all the noodles.

Soon, he heard a slight movement, poked his head out from the kitchen, and saw three poorly dressed seven or eight-year-old children poking around outside the noodle shop with panicked expressions on their faces.

He smiled: "Come, come, come in and sit down. Something happened in the store today, and Boss Kakuda went to deal with it. He told me that the three of you would come, and I cooked all the noodles for you."

The three children looked at each other, and after a while they walked into the store timidly: "Thank you brother..."

Immediately consciously helped to clean the shop.