The man in the column is perished, and the beginning of the treatment is not miserable

Kamado's father looked at the unknown black bird.

Standing behind his father, Kamado Shiko was frightened with cold sweat on his face.

Body! Can't move!

Kamado Shigeru's pupils narrowed tightly as he stared at the black bird standing on the top of the shelf.

The black bird tilted its head and looked at the two of them, spreading its wings in confusion.

His mind was filled with the black, sticky substance that he had vaguely seen when he was unconscious, and the ashes from Shang Quanna's sword.

Bird, this bird, was talking just now? !

ghost? Is it a ghost? Bird-like ghost!

Kamado Shigeru's back felt cold. He looked around nervously, trying to find something to protect himself.

The autumn sunshine was biting and the wind was biting. Kamado's father seemed very calm. He said softly to Shigeru behind him:

"Mao, go back and call Nai."

Kamado Shigeru looked at his father who was looking at the black bird. Tears could not help but roll in his eyes. He sobbed and nodded.

Then, he moved his legs back forcefully.

Snap!

One step, two steps...

…

“Ahhhhhh——!!!”

Boom!

Kamado Shigeru howled all the way back home, then suddenly opened the door and shouted in a tearful voice towards the stunned people in the house:

"Brother! There is a ghost! Help! Save father!!"

In the room, Shang Quanna, my wife Renshan, and Ganluji Sakuracake looked at each other, and then stood up immediately.

Uh-huh!

Shang Quannai's knees were slightly bent, and he gently touched the ground, turning the spot into a very fast shadow.

Kamado Tanzi and Kamado Shigeru were left dumbfounded, as well as Kanroji and Gatama Renzen, who were just about to leave, looking at each other in shock.

…

at the same time,

the other side.

It belongs to the Uyashiki clan.

"Among these people here, can there be anyone who can solve the problem?" A man in a white kimono asked his friend next to him.

"Who knows, it seems that the head of the family must be in trouble." My friend put his hands behind his head and leaned against the wall, saying nonchalantly.

"The head of the family...that person's illness seems to be unusual. I heard that the symptoms are unheard of." The man in white kimono continued.

The friend glanced at the man in kimono and complained helplessly:

"As a direct descendant, you dare to worry about the future head of the family with me like this. Everyone else is... tut."

Next to it, maids were carrying tables one by one to the courtyard and setting up the venue.

Four days have passed since Shangquanna and Muzan left the Utsuyashiki tribe.

In the past four days, because as the eldest son of the direct line, the next generation head of the family, Shiki Zhuo, fell seriously ill inexplicably, the whole family was busy in and out.

The current head of the family issued many recruitment notices based on the vague information provided by the remaining surviving warriors.

He hoped to use this method to find someone who could heal Zhuo Ye or solve the problem.

Today, the Ubuyashiki family held a catering meeting to welcome these "swordsmen and priests" who came from afar.

At this moment, these various people holding notices were entering from the main gate of the Ubuyashiki clan.

In order to prevent assassins from entering, everyone must be inspected and hand in all weapons before entering the clan.

This has aroused the reluctance of most people. After all, no one would hand over something that is almost equivalent to their own lives in this era to others.

Therefore, these people were "invited" out by the current head of the family as a matter of course.

The remaining people are either those who understand the Uyashiki family's style, or those who are absolutely confident in their own strength.

"Thank you all for coming here, and please take a seat."

The current head of the family, a middle-aged man also wearing a white kimono, was sitting on his knees in the courtyard and said to the people standing outside the house.

Following the instructions from the head of the family, everyone sat in the seats of their choice.

All observed one another, but no one directed ill will toward anyone else.

They no longer have any weapons. If there is a dispute here, it will be more of a test of their unarmed fighting ability.

Another thing is that the pressure of that guy is too great.

Among the crowd, the most eye-catching one was the combination of the tall armored warrior and an old man.

The samurai sat on the ground. Even so, he was much taller than the others. He had a sword on his waist and ignored the sight of the people around him.

The old man kept smiling and nodding to them.

These two people were the two people who had met Shang Quannai before and whose soul color was blue.

At this time, a maid walked over from one side of the house, leaned close to the owner's ear, and reported softly:

"Master, there are a total of one hundred and thirty-two people here, and there are twenty-seven left."

The head of the family nodded.

"Okay, you go down first."

Then, the head of the family spoke to everyone in the courtyard and said:

"Presumably, everyone also has some doubts about this gathering. Let me explain the reasons now."

"Everyone knows whether the rumors of man-eating evil spirits that have been circulating outside recently are true or false."

After hearing the family leader's question, someone immediately reacted:

"Needless to say!"

"Yes, it's just a story that makes children cry."

"The only thing I believe in is the ear of the sword."

"What about your sword?"

…

The old man looked at the discussion with a smile, and the originally quiet scene suddenly became chattering.

The old man turned around, looked at each other with the samurai, then smacked his lips, and looked at the head of the house who was sitting on his knees in the house with a silent expression on his face.

"it is true."

The hoarse voice stood out so much in the debate that everyone immediately turned their attention to the old man.

"You...!" Someone immediately wanted to point the finger of argument at the old man, but after seeing the strong warrior behind the old man, his voice weakened.

The head of the house looked at the old man, with a smile on his face again:

"Why?"

The old man's sunken eyes were not cloudy, but very clear. He looked at the owner of the family.

In his mind, he thought of the young man he met a few days ago.

The boy who disappeared in front of him in an instant and ran down the mountain.

He smashed his mouth, his dry skin was full of wrinkles, and a memory squeezed out of his hoarse throat:

"Old man, I have seen that kind of creature called a "ghost" before."

"The body is irregularly long, but the body functions are ridiculously powerful."

"Furthermore, he cannot be killed or beaten to death. As long as his arm or head is cut off, he will instantly regenerate."

"We can only suppress it until dawn. Only the sun can kill it completely."

"That's all the information I have."

The group of people who were noisy at first fell silent as the old man gradually explained.

Although most people still regarded what he told as a story, they were a little timid just listening to it.

"If I'm not wrong, this time, the head of the Ubuyashiki family, please summon us priests, swordsmen, and ghost slayers."

"I'm afraid, it's to kill ghosts."

The old man opened his half-closed eyes and glanced around everyone present.