Ghost Slayer Blacksmith's Self-Cultivation

Takeo tried to tilt his head to adjust the direction of his sight, and looked around.

"Yamasora, have you seen Nagai Yohito and Mijono?"

"They, Brother Zhuxiong, have you forgotten?"

"That's right, they were injured too badly, so the barefoot doctor didn't put us in a room, for fear of affecting their recovery."

Shankong sat on the bed on one side, and said in a tone of words.

Just as he was talking, there was a 'bang' sound similar to the iron basin falling on the ground outside the house.

"Ah-ghost!"

Then there was a terrifying scream from outside the house, and it was strange that the sound stopped abruptly at this time.

Takeo frowned, and for some reason, his voice sounded like that of team leader Jing Yangren.

"Yamasora, hurry up and untie the bandage, Nagai Yohito and the others seem to have had an accident!"

"what!"

Yamakura exclaimed, and his heart trembled. He recalled that Murata of the ghost killing team on the way also seemed to have mentioned that there might be evil spirits in the village.

"Shan Kong, have you untied the bandage?"

Takexiong's voice kept urging, revealing a nervous anxiety.

"Untied, untied!"

Shankong's voice trembled slightly, and there was a hint of fear in his voice, and he hurriedly untied the bandage, which had already shown his inner peace.

"You stay! Don't go out!"

Zhuxiong stood up straight from the bed with a carp on the spot, and rushed out of the house quickly, even ignoring his shoes in a critical moment.

It was eerily quiet outside, but Takeo had his own way.

He took a deep breath and sniffed the remaining smell around him with his nose.

Although he doesn't have a strong sense of smell like his elder brother Kamado Tanjirou, but if he is just looking for someone, Takeo thinks that relying on his sense of smell is not a problem.

"it's here!"

Suspicion rose in Takeo's heart, because Nagai Yohito seemed to be very close to him, and there were many messy smells of ingredients around him.

"kitchen!"

Takeo was in the small house on the south side, and the kitchen was at the corner of the house on the north side.

Zhu Xiong's heart was full of doubts, but at this moment he couldn't care less, and prayed in his heart that nothing would happen to those two guys.

Inside the house, Yamasora looked at the lit oil lamp in a daze, but turned a deaf ear to Terashima Yuu's words.

Countless fragments are constantly pieced together, what is the hidden truth.

"If you know about evil spirits, why didn't the village chief mention them?"

"Could it be coercion by evil spirits, or..."

Shan Kong shook his head, and he patted his cheeks with both hands, implying that he might really be thinking too much.

He looked at the back of Zhuxiong who had already left outside the house, and knocked on the wooden table beside him intentionally or unintentionally.

"Should we go after Zhuxiong, or inform the village chief?"

"Shankong, hurry up and untie it for me, have you heard it?"

Terashima Yuu on the bed rolled back and forth on the bed like a big meat bug, constantly urging Yamasora at the table to say.

"Forget it, no more!"

Shankong simply didn't want to think about it, and threw away all the messy thoughts in his mind, looking at Yuu Terashima who was not honest at all on the bed and said.

"Brother Zhuxiong said, let's stay inside and don't go anywhere!"

"But……"

"No but, since Brother Zhuxiong has said everything, we have to believe him, after all, he is our captain."

Yuu Terashima knew very well that Yamasora was Takeo's little follower, so he had no choice but to stop resisting, a typical type who was honest with his body despite his reluctance.

"Nine hundred and ninety-nine, one hundred!"

"If you succeed, you will succeed, little ones, you must be obedient, so that it won't be too painful!"

In the kitchen, a small-eyed man with pustules on his face kept rubbing his hands back and forth on the whetstone, with a sinister smile on his lips.

In the already boiling boiler beside him, the hot water was constantly rolling and bubbling. The man with small eyes kept adding all kinds of messy medicinal materials into the boiler. point.

An unpleasant mist rose from the pot, and in an instant the color of the furnace water gradually became a dark black slightly viscous liquid.

The small-eyed man frowned slightly, pinched his nose and coughed, and was sure that the smell in the pot was not ordinary.

This small-eyed man is the barefoot doctor found in the village, but he is not in the mood to save people but treats himself.

After traveling all over the place, he finally obtained a folk prescription from one of the weirdos. As long as he eats the eyes of a hundred boys and girls, and takes the medicine to induce blood flow, his small eyes can be cured.

And now, when the moon is dark and the wind is high, it is a good time to commit crimes.

The small-eyed man gesticulated on Nagai Yohito's cheek with a sharpened kitchen knife, bloodthirsty gleams in his eyes.

He looked at Nagai Yangren in front of him, the hand holding the knife in his hand was a little loose at this moment, his eyes were blurred, it seemed that he still had the humanity of a human being, and he was constantly fighting against his heart.

"I'm sorry, you are a good man."

"You look too unique!"

"Small eyes, small eyes!"

A bad memory came to mind.

The small-eyed man's trembling body tightly held the handle of the knife in his hand. His expression was full of madness, and he became very indifferent.

Using a little force in his hand, the blade drew a faint bloodstain between Nagai Yangren's cheeks.

The bright red blood flashed across the blade, and the man stuck out his tongue to greedily suck the trace of blood remaining on the blade, the smile on his face was a bit frighteningly paranoid.

"Hurry up, hurry up, my wish will come true soon, those who look down on me will die!"

I am a person who is almost in his forties because of these small eyes. I am stunned that I have not found a partner until now. Now that I can get what I want tonight, how can I be unhappy, how can I not be excited.

"Woooooooo┭┮﹏┭┮!"

Nagai Yangren's whole body was covered with bandages, feeling the touch of the cold blade across his body, all the hairs on his body stood on end.

He also thought about struggling, but his body was limp as if he had been fed something by the unscrupulous doctor, and he couldn't use any strength.

Nagai Yangren looked at the man in front of him in horror, his eyes seemed to be full of longing, he kept shaking his head, tears streaming down his face.

On the other side, Sanjo was injured by his own head. Although he was wrapped in a thick bandage and couldn't see the scene in front of him clearly, he heard Nagai Yohito's choking sound, so he knew that he might is in a very dangerous situation.

After all, they are only fifteen or sixteen-year-old children. Even adults can't handle this kind of thing, let alone children!