Demon Slayer: I became Feng Zhu

Seeing the puppets shattered to the ground one by one, the old man burst into tears. These puppets were carved by himself, and each puppet was injected with his own painstaking efforts.

He raised his head, and roared at his crown and canthus:
"Blood Ghost Spell Death Silence - Break!"

Suddenly, the shattered puppets emitted red light and shook violently. Seeing this situation, Inosuke murmured, and then roared anxiously:

"Danger!"

The voice just fell.

Boom boom boom...!
Hundreds of puppets exploded at Xiao Lin's feet, Inosuke desperately protected the little girl, and used his body to block the aftermath of the explosion.

Numerous puppet fragments flew out, and the houses around the entrance of the village were instantly razed to the ground, and the old man was also blown away by the aftermath of the explosion.

After the gunpowder smoke filled the air, the land under Xiao Lin's feet was blown into a deep pit, but when the old man took a closer look, there was no trace of Xiao Lin's body.

"Where are the people? Where did they go?"

He was puzzled.

"On your head!"

Suddenly, Xiao Lin's voice came from his head, this time Xiao Lin didn't hold back, he held the Sun Wheel Knife tightly in his hand, and slashed at the old man's head.

"The Eight Types of Water Breathing - Taki Pot."

The old man's head was cut off with ease. What is amazing is that the old man's head did not immediately turn into ashes and dissipate after being cut off.

It seemed that a thread was tied to the head and reconnected to the old man's neck, and the deeds before the old man also appeared in everyone's minds like a projection.

—6 years ago
"Uncle Aya, have you finished the carved furniture for my house?"

A robust young man called out to the old man outside the house.

"Stinky boy! It's already done, come in and get it yourself."

The old man said angrily.

"Hey! Good!"

The young man moved the furniture away neatly, and did not forget to say hello to the old man before leaving.

"Uncle Ling, last time you asked me to find you the best nanmu, I brought it to you, and I put it outside the door for you!"

After speaking, he left in a hurry without waiting for the old man to respond.

"Xiao Li, you haven't confiscated the money yet!"

The old man stood outside the house and shouted at Xiao Li with money in his hand.

"How dare I take your money! I won't be drowned by the villagers spitting on it. If any family in the village is not taken care of by you, I will treat this nanmu as a gift from you."

After finishing speaking, he was afraid that the old man would catch up and stuff the money, so he started to run with his legs, and disappeared in a short while...

"This kid!"

The old man sighed helplessly, but his face was full of smiles.

The old man is a well-known carpenter in the village. Not only people from this village, but also many people from other villages come to his village to ask the old man to carve things.

Inside the house, there was the sound of a baby crying, and the old man hurried into the house to comfort the crying baby.

"You little crybaby."

The old man gently tapped the baby's little nose and cursed with a smile. After finishing speaking, he picked up the baby and walked around the house until he put the baby to sleep, then put her on the bed, and continued to carve. finished work.

The daughter-in-law died of dystocia, and his son also disappeared because he went hunting in the mountains a few days ago.

The originally warm family of four now has only my grandfather and grandson left, but fortunately, the old man has a good handicraft, and the kind villagers will bring some food from time to time to put at the door of his house, so the days pass by like this.

Although the people in the village are not rich, they all support themselves self-sufficiently. The neighbors are harmonious and loving, and quarrels are rare.

The villagers also have their own beliefs, that is, Bishamonten among the Seven Lucky Gods. They believe that their ordinary and disaster-free lives are blessed by the God of Fortune. For this reason, they set up temples.

Because the old man is famous for his carvings, Bishamonten was also carved by him himself. In order to live up to the trust of the villagers, the old man spent a month carving it.

However, the good times did not last long. On this day, many young people in the village went hunting on the mountain but did not come back. At first the villagers thought they were wasting time, but it lasted for several days. population.

The relatives who lost their family members prayed in the temple all day long, praying that their family members would return safely. However, their prayers were not answered, and people in the village stopped going up the mountain. They believed that there were unclean things on the mountain.

Finally, one night, a ghost with the appearance of an uncle broke into the village. Everyone didn't pay attention to this strange person at first, until he opened his fangs and started killing in the village.

Overnight, the village turned into a hell, and everyone tried to resist the ghost, but they only accelerated the progress of their own death with flesh and blood.

Seeing this, the old man hid his granddaughter in the tunnel of the temple, and he and everyone went to kill the ghost, but all this was in vain.

After the old man was bitten on the neck by the evil spirit, he passed out. The evil spirit did not eat him, probably because he disliked his meat.

When he woke up again, everyone in the village was in a pool of blood, and the ghost was nowhere to be seen.

He felt the changes in his body, he became bloodthirsty, and when he saw the corpses of the villagers on the ground, he suppressed the protest in his stomach.

Relying on the obsession in his heart, he staggered towards the temple...

The old man's body began to dissipate, and he seemed to have regained his rationality at this time.

He said to Xiaolin:

"I couldn't hold back myself in the end. I ate people. There were many, many people. Some came to me to carve, and some passed by and were attacked by me. I know that I am full of sin."

"I thought about not eating people in my life, but I couldn't bear that feeling. When I was extremely weak, I thought of my young granddaughter. The only thing I couldn't worry about was her. I was not afraid of death."

"After becoming a ghost, I would go out every night to look for food. For myself and for my granddaughter, I knew that one day I would be punished."

"I miss everyone in the village. I carved them all out with my skills during my lifetime, as if everyone was still alive."

"I also want to go up the mountain to look for the ghost, but I'm afraid that something will happen to me, and my granddaughter will be left alone with no one to take care of her."

The old man beckoned, and said to Ayaseko who was already crying, "Come here, little Ayaseko!"

"grandfather!"

The little girl ran over crying, but this time Xiaolin and Inosuke didn't stop her.

"Don't cry, you're all crying like a little cat."

The old man wiped away the little girl's tears with his old hands. He sighed and said with a mournful expression on his face:
"Little Ayaseko, my good granddaughter, grandpa really wants to be with you forever, to see you grow up, to see you get married and have children."

At the last moment, he turned his head and begged Xiao Lin and the two:

"Mask boy, my granddaughter is innocent, I will bear all the crimes alone, please help me take good care of her!"

The old man's eyes were about to disappear, he hurriedly begged Xiao Lin.

Xiao Lin nodded lightly. Seeing this, the old man seemed to be relieved of his obsession. He looked up to the sky and sighed:
"Gods are like fakes,"

"Burning incense to express condolences."

"Farewell, Lord Yoyo, don't ask,"

"Why bother obsessing about intoxicating the world."

"Why bother obsessing about intoxicating the world..."