I'm sorry, I, Daoyu Gaoyue, am a scumbag.

Humans are social creatures. When they are afraid, they will subconsciously think of hugging together for warmth.

This is normal.

The reality was indeed as Yue Yue expected. He did not encounter any ghosts along the way, but he saw many injured people.

According to what they said, they were all at a disadvantage when fighting ghosts, and were rescued by the boy wearing a fox mask.

Listening to the preparatory swordsmen telling each other about the power of the fox boy, Yue Yue also knew the boy's name.

锖Rabbit.

A young man who challenges an entire mountain of evil spirits.

Maybe his original intention was good, but by doing so, more swordsmen were not trained than the swordsmen he saved.

After all, everyone here is weak...

The swordsmen of this class are very wet...

If it is broken, it will become the worst in the world.

But having a large number of people is still an advantage...

Zhuo Yue looked around and found that more and more people were gathered here. The tense atmosphere at the beginning gradually became looser. Most people were chatting all the time, and their voices became louder and louder. They did not participate in the selection at all. There were even a few people secretly looking at Jialou from time to time. One of the more confident boys quickly stepped forward and started chatting.

At first, Jialou showed some kindness. After all, they were all colleagues in the future, but as more and more people came to chat with him, he couldn't help but start to frown, and the expression on his face became cold.

Zhuo Yue was also helpless. The sounds in his ears gradually became denser, and he couldn't help but speed up his pace, wanting to leave the noisy environment and move forward.

Seeing this, Jialou accelerated decisively and followed Zhuoyue to get rid of these annoying guys behind.

But when they saw the two people leaving quickly, those guys who wanted to strike up a conversation started to catch up with them at a faster speed. There was even a young man with an injury on his leg who endured the severe pain in his leg.

Seeing this, Zhu Yue twitched the corners of his mouth and began to run faster.

He didn't use the breathing method, nor did he use the explosive power brought by the power of the spirit. It was just an ordinary forward dash, but the speed was already very fast, and the distance was tens of meters in the blink of an eye.

Garou is an excellent ninja. He has practiced a lot since he was a child. He did not neglect his practice during his days in Momoyama. When he moves his long legs, he will naturally not be lost.

But Murata looked at the two people walking away, and then looked at the unreliable looks of the others. He gritted his teeth, sucked a lot of air into his lungs, and started running wildly with the fox boy on his back.

When Zhuo Yue shook off the noisy swordsmen, he couldn't hear the noisy sounds, and stopped rushing forward. His breathing was even, and his expression was not abnormal at all, as if he had not done any exercise at all.

At this time, Zhuo Yue stopped rushing forward, but did not stop his footsteps. He slowly advanced step by step. After a while, the sound of Jialou's footsteps and breathing came from behind.

Zhuo Yue looked back, and saw that there was a thin layer of sweat on Jialou's forehead, his face was a little flushed, and his breathing was a little short. At this time, he saw that he had caught up with Zhuo Yue, holding his slightly rising chest with one hand, and looked at Jialou, who looked normal. Zhuo Yue was a little resentful, "Huo, Master Zhuo Yue is really... really fast..."

Zhuo Yue looked at her sideways, "Your face is a bit surprising, but it's still more annoying. It always attracts people who keep buzzing like flies. It's best to keep it on your face next time you go out. Put some mud on it."

"My lord, this is too much."

Garuda let out a long sigh and adjusted his breathing, "The first words should be taken as adults exaggerating the charm of Garuda, but the following words are superfluous. Garuda is not cow dung, and you are willing to stay in Garuda. This charming face..."

She stopped mid-sentence.

There is no doubt that I am willing to give it up, even if it is smeared with cow dung, it doesn’t matter.

Garuda's intuition already told her the answer...

Then he sighed again, "You are such a ruthless master."

Zhuo Yue ignored her and looked into the darkness in the distance again. Jia Lou was confused and looked back. Then after a while, an embarrassed figure appeared.

Murata, the guy carrying the fox boy on his back, chased after him while sweating profusely.

Judging from his rapid breathing, he seemed to be dying.

Although Zhuo Yue was a little confused, why did this guy want to catch up when there were obviously more people over there, but he didn't bother to ask, nodded and continued to move forward.

When Murata saw the two figures, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, slowed down and had a chance to breathe.

Just like that, the four of them went on the road. They didn't encounter any ghosts along the way, and most of them seemed to have disappeared.

This made Zhuo Yue raise his eyebrows. He remembered that he had caught many ghosts in the past year, but he couldn't meet any of them.

Were they all killed by that fox boy named Qiang Tu?

Finally, after a while, a ghost seemed to respond to Zhuo Yue's doubts and suddenly jumped out of the dark shrubbery on the side.

It has blue-gray skin, a ferocious face, protruding veins on its forehead, pupils shrunk into sharp shapes, and a lot of saliva dripping from its sharp teeth.

When this ghost saw that there were four people here, it was ecstatic in its eyes. It didn't care about the difference in numbers and rushed towards them like a mad dog.

Seeing a ghost appear, Garuda also showed a serious look on his face, took out a kunai coated with special wisteria fragrance, and took a step forward.

But when Murata, who was carrying the fox boy on his back, saw this, his expression suddenly changed with fright, "Yes! There is a ghost!"

This wailing sound, containing tension and panic, penetrated the ghost's body like a stimulant, making it even more excited and faster. But when it got close to a certain distance, you could see clearly the uninterested face of Zhu Yue. Then, he suddenly braked with his hands and feet.

How...why is this guy!

The evil ghost like a mad dog woke up in an instant, and his reason overcame the body's desire for flesh and blood in an instant. His brutal eyes became clear, and he turned around smoothly in a more embarrassing but faster posture, using his limbs in the opposite direction. Run!

At the same time, the horrific images in my mind kept popping up...

He would never forget how his limbs were broken, his mouth was stuffed with wisteria flowers, he was tied up without dignity like a pig, and then roughly stuffed into a sack.

But what scares ghosts the most is...

It's this devil in the daytime! He would also deliberately make cracks on the sack!

Feeling the sunlight coming from the gap, watching part of the body constantly turning into ashes, being reborn again, and then turning into ashes again, that kind of painful but never-death torture made it feel like an immortal body for the first time... ....It's not a good thing either...