[Comprehensive] It's Frozen Jiao, not Jiao Fong

"Can you play the flute?"

In his spare time, the man would occasionally take out a piccolo from his side pocket and play it without putting it near his mouth, but just watched it quietly, as if thinking about something.

"Will do."

He put the flute to his lips and blew out a few syllables, but because the bamboo flute is too simple and time-consuming, the sound he blows out is not so clear and crisp, and the intermittent tunes can't form a song, but the beauty of it can still be heard .

He was blowing so earnestly, so piously.

"It was given to me by my brother."

This was the first time he talked about his family in front of the girl, with a hint of joy and admiration: "My brother is an upright warrior who gave up many things to kill ghosts. I admire him very much."

"You must have a good relationship with him."

Hong Dongjiao was a little curious about Ji Guoyuanyi's elder brother, what kind of existence would that person be if he could say the word "admiration" to this impeccable man like a god.

You know, the closer the relatives are, the more difficult it is to have such feelings.People who have been living together since childhood have the same blood, and are familiar with each other. If the gap is too large, most of them will not be envious, but jealous.

Because it will be compared, it will be used as an example and a lesson.

For example, if she and her former brother Touya were not brought back in time, they would probably only be a pair of brothers and sisters who were not close.

"I am far inferior to my brother."

Yuanyi said that there was no trace of falsehood on his expression, because he really believed in this way: "My brother has the ability to govern the country, and he has the consciousness to give up everything. This is not something I can do."

Hong Dongjiao was taken aback, she didn't expect a man to evaluate her like this.

Putting himself in such a low position, as if he should be.

Sympathy should not be shown to the strong, and the girl also understands that she does not have such feelings.

Just a little distressed.

Ji Guoyuan didn't live here all the time. There are too many ghosts in the world, and some of them are too strong for ordinary swordsmen to deal with. At this time, they will use the messenger crow to report to Yuanyi, asking him to kill them.

The black crow hovered above his head. Although he spoke human language, he was not fluent, and he was a little confused, and he could barely understand the meaning.

"This crow seems a bit unintelligent." She leaned forward to observe it carefully. At first she thought her crow was a bit noisy, but now it seems to be very good.

"The headquarters of the Ghost Killing Squad has only recently begun to domesticate the messenger bird on a large scale, and this is already a relatively good one." Knowing the general idea, Yuan Yi gave the crow some water to let it rest temporarily.

"That's right." It turns out that it's just started now, so it's understandable, these dark guys will become a big help in a few hundred years.

"Mr. Yuanyi."

The man is maintaining his sword, together with the scabbard. This is a necessary process before he goes out to kill ghosts, but now he is more serious. The girl stands beside him, her lips parted, calling his name.

"What's wrong?" Yuan Yi looked at her.

"There is a question I've always wanted to ask you." The girl pointed to his ear, her eyes resting on his earrings, "Have you always worn these earrings?"

Yuanyi touched his earrings: "Yes."

He paused, and said softly, "Isn't it a bit strange for a man to wear earrings?"

"I didn't mean that." Hong Dongjiao denied, tilting her head with a smile in her eyes, "It's just that a person I know also wears such earrings, so I'm a little curious."

[I now extremely doubt that he is your descendant. ] The girl thought so in her heart.

Looking carefully, Kamado Tanjiro and Ji Kunenichi have many similarities, such as similar hair color, a slight similarity in appearance, and the same flower earrings, which really makes people have to imagine.

Although I don't know why the surname and the breath of the sun have not been passed down, Hong Dongjiao is already [-]% sure in her heart.

"Then shall we leave now?"

"Let's go tomorrow morning." The young man closed his eyelids and said softly, "Replenish your energy first."

Hong Dongjiao stared at him for a while, then pursed her lips.

"Mr. Yuanyi, I'm almost gone. I can travel overnight today."

"……Um."

"Don't worry about me in this regard. Compared with this, it's better to rush there as soon as possible."

"..."

That being the case, the two of them tidied up and set off before sunset in the evening.

Their eyesight is blocked at night, so they mainly walk on the spacious and bright roads. Occasionally, people along the way will encounter some businessmen or alcoholics who are on their way, and they just glance at them in a hurry, and they will not be too entangled.

When you are tired, you can lean on the tree trunk and take a rest. After two or three hours, you will start your journey. When one person closes his eyes and rests his mind, the other person will watch the night and take turns to rest to ensure the maximum recovery of physical strength.

They hurried to Mino Country.

In this chaotic era of daimyo separatism, Mino is already considered a relatively wealthy country, at least the people's life is worry-free. In recent years, it has also married Oda in Owari, and its strength has become stronger and stronger.

The more affluent the place, the more likely ghosts will appear. After all, there are a large number of people coming and going, and occasionally one or two people disappearing will not attract special attention, and it is not easy to find out.

For the first time, Hong Dongjiao felt the difference in different time and space.

In Dazheng, due to the large number of modern equipment, she didn't feel too much. Standing on this piece of loess flying ground, she felt the suddenness of being in a foreign land.

To be honest, even the most prosperous area here is nothing to her. Most of the houses are made of yellow mud, simple shops, and people occasionally have one or two patched clothes, which can't be called particularly good.

But they all had innocent smiles on their faces, even though they were tired, they were still full of yearning for life, their bodies were clean and their actions were orderly.

There is no better sight than this.

A few years later, the generals were weak, the emperor was incompetent, the daimyos were vying for hegemony, and the whole world fell into chaos.

This is the best time and the worst time.

The ghost that has recently disturbed the lives of the residents is active in the borders of Mino Country. Some people saw him haunting the wild. At first, it was just that the prey hunted by the hunters disappeared. It was like a temptation. The hunters gradually disappeared. Dozens of people came over, but there was no response.

The only one who went back alive died before revealing more information.

"It's very likely that it's the original ghost." They found a hotel to stay in, and they planned to check it out at night, Yuan Yi told her seriously, "If it's really him, things might be a little troublesome."

"I faced him a few years ago, but it was a pity that he escaped. I am afraid that my strength has improved a lot in the past few years."

"He looks quite human, with dark red pupils. If you meet such a ghost alone, don't confront him head-on. You must hold on until I come..."

"Ghost dance Tsuji is not miserable."

The girl's fingernails pinched the palm of her hand, and she struck hard, forming several curved marks between the tender flesh.

"Is it Ghost Dance Tsuji Mumi?"

"Do you know him?" Yuan Yi asked.

"Of course." She lowered her head, her forehead covered her expression, "It's because of him."

Everything started from him. This is something Hong Dongjiao knew when she joined the Ghost Killing Team. Few of the ordinary team members knew the exact year when Ghost Dance Tsuji was born, but they never thought that they would already be causing trouble at this time. .

"Then you remember clearly," Yuanyi instructed again, "If it's really him, you must protect yourself first."

"I will." The girl nodded, suddenly remembered something, and asked, "Mr. Yuanyi, do you know Hei Si Mou?"

"Black Death Mou?"

The name rolled in his mouth, and he spit out unfamiliarly: "Whose name is it?"

"...Nothing." With a guess in her heart, she then asked, "Who are the current winding ghosts? And pillars?"

"The ghost of winding strings? Pillar?" The girl said terms he had never heard of one after another, and Yuan Yi was a little puzzled, "Where did you hear these words?"

That is no more.

Hong Dongjiao breathed a sigh of relief, her guess was right, ghosts increase their power by eating people, so as the original ghost, Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou is no exception, he was hundreds of years ago, and he has not yet had a few years. The strength of a hundred years later.

【If we can get rid of him now...】

This idea flashed through her mind and left a deep imprint.

Is history allowed to change?

Hong Dongjiao doesn't know, she doesn't even know if this belongs to the Taisho era hundreds of years ago, or maybe another parallel time and space, just like her and the scorched time and space, the two are almost the same, but Nothing to do.

A small butterfly can cause a tsunami thousands of miles away, and a small stone can break the calm of a lake.

If nothing can be changed and everything is allowed to happen, what is the meaning of her actions.

Why did she come here?

She has always done a good job in saying that if it comes, it will be safe, but at this moment, it is still unavoidable to have doubts and fall into deep confusion.

Is her endless and irregular time travel really just a coincidence?

This is an abstract question. Although Hong Dongjiao is clever, it is not enough to figure it out for a while. She can only focus more energy on the enemy in front of her, hoping to win a staged victory.

Besides, even if it was Ghost Dance Tsuji at this time, she might not be able to beat him.

There are two main places where the swordsman and the civilian disappeared. The two decided to check separately and meet up within the specified time. If one party has a situation, they will throw simple fireworks into the sky, and the other party will come quickly.

There was a faint ghost aura in the air, but it was not strong. The girl who had become more sensitive could feel it completely, and even secretly speculated about the ghost's strength.

The skinny ghost with protruding bones was hiding behind a tree enjoying the last food. Based on the fact that a few days had passed since the last hunt, he could have been fed by himself for several days, but it happened that the adult was still here. He dedicated more than half of it, and secretly hid one leg himself.

Reluctance to swallow the last mouthful, he wiped his mouth, the crisis hit from the side, after a burst of pain, screams resounded throughout the forest.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

A lot of blood burst out from the left shoulder, and the girl's knife cut across his body, directly breaking off an arm.

"It really is here."

She put the knife on her chest and said coldly, "Sorry, this is the last time."

The ghost's strength is not bad, but it's a pity that his physical strength is insufficient, and the blood ghost technique is too weak, and gradually he can't support it. His body was cut with cuts due to the continuous slashing of the blade, and he fell to the ground in embarrassment.

The heavy pressure for many days finally made him collapse, the horns on his head that did not belong to humans trembled, and his eyes were bright red.

He yelled at the girl with the last of his strength:

"You ghost hunters... can you not get in the way!!!"

"It's just eating a few people! Even if we don't eat them, they will starve to death! So what does it matter if I use it to fill my stomach?!"

"Weak people deserve to die!!!"

He still has more words left unsaid, being bewitched and losing his identity as a human being, unwilling to become a ghost, not having the courage to disobey that lord, the pain of being excluded from the world.

He had no chance to speak out.

The blade slashed across his neck neatly, and the girl passed by him, and said lightly:

"Then you, who are weaker than me, are now killed by me, so you shouldn't have any hope."

How can there be so many things to regret in this world, as long as you choose, you must bear the subsequent price.

Otherwise, where should those souls who died innocently go?

The ghost turned into ashes and floated into the air without leaving a trace.

She looked at her hand. Although this ghost's blood ghost technique is not strong, it can only release a weak poisonous substance. This kind of substance will usually disappear under a big fire. Just now, to save effort, she used her personality.

The fire of personality is different from the flames of the breath of flames. She has a more refined grasp of her innate things. Just now, in order to eliminate the large-scale poison, the sparks created are slightly larger, which may attract Many people's attention.

This place cannot last long.

Just as he was thinking like this, he saw Yuanyi running from a distance, at an extremely fast speed, and came to her in an instant, seeing her safe and sound, his hanging heart slightly let go.

"It's alright."

"It's okay, it's just a weak ghost." Seeing that the man had obviously used the breath of the sun, she frowned, "Could it be that you..."

"It's him." Although I haven't seen him for several years, the ghost's appearance hasn't changed much, and he can be recognized at a glance, "It's a pity that he escaped again."

The ghost concentrated all his energy on running, and he couldn't catch up for a while, but after looking for a while, he saw a large area of ​​flames from the girl's side, and was startled, thinking that the girl had bumped into him, and rushed to this side quickly .

For a while, the anger could not be completely subsided.

After calming down the inexplicable strange feeling in his heart, he couldn't ignore the tension that just happened at that moment.

Ji Guoyuan, who had never felt this way before, was a little confused, but he was grateful from the bottom of his heart.

Fortunately, she is fine.

The author has something to say: Jiaojiao: I said Tanjiro is your descendant and he is!