The Strongest Ghost in the World, Join Us!

quiet wooden house

There isn't much furniture, but it was cleaned very well.

On the table, the tea cup was still steaming, indicating that the owner of the room should still be nearby.

At this moment, the aroma of this fragrant food lingers in the air, coming from the kitchen next to the room.

Next to the stove, a soft flame rose, and a girl with long black hair in a short kimono with a plum blossom pattern was squatting by the stove.

Although the front is not visible, the curves shown through the side are quite slender.

The girl seemed to sense something, and suddenly turned her head and looked out the door.

A young man with flesh-colored medium-length hair wearing a disaster-removing fox mask, wearing a tortoise shell pattern interwoven with yellow, orange, and green, was limping over.

"Senior brother, you are..."

The girl looked at Sabito in surprise at this moment.

I have never seen my brother look so embarrassed.

"Accidentally fell on the road."

Sabito explained with an unnatural look on his face.

"Then senior...be careful when you walk!"

The girl's eyes habitually narrowed slightly, revealing a beautiful gap, and the little fox mask with a blue flower pattern on the girl's face made her whole figure look like a little fox who really snickered.

Sabito probably also understood that the younger sister Makomo saw through his lie and didn't care much, but raised his head and looked at the wooden house next to him: "Is the master back?"

Hearing his brother's question, Makomo shook his head, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

It stands to reason that the master should have returned last night.

but

Seemingly thinking of something, both Makomo and Sabito fell silent.

"Master should be able to bring Senior Brother... back safely?"

Makomo pursed his lips, his little hands gripping his clothes slightly.

Since I was adopted by my master and remembered, I have had many brothers and sisters who were like family members.

but

Gradually, one by one never appeared in front of him again.

Slowly, Makomo learned that these senior brothers and sisters were participating in a ghost hunter assessment called 'Teng Xishan'.

But, all... stay in Teng Xishan.

And this time, another senior participated in the assessment of 'Teng Xishan', can he come back safely?

I'm sure... I'll be able to come back safely.

She didn't want to see the master standing alone on the top of the mountain, silently stroking the mask he made by himself.

The bottom of the master's heart... is also suppressed

in pain.

"Senior brother is so powerful, he will definitely be able to come back safely."

Sabito replied to Makomo seriously, and seemed to be replying to himself.

In the small pot, the boiled food made a 'gumbling' sound, accompanied by the heat of steaming the aroma of the food.

But neither the tired Sabito nor the Makomo who was standing beside him wanted to eat, but looked towards the door and the mountain road where the sun fell.

And on the rough mountain road

An old man wearing a ferocious Tengu mask led a child and walked towards the Gorge Mist with heavy steps.

The figure of the old man is like a lonely background painting, with an innumerable sense of vicissitudes.

The black-haired boy who was being held by the old man kept his head down and his mouth shut.

The boy's face still had residual panic and inexplicable sadness.

Seemingly feeling the sadness of the young man, the old man stretched out his hand and touched the young man's head: "Giyuu, it's coming soon, you will have a new senior brother, senior sister, and they will take good care of you."

The teenager lowered his head, just pursed his lips: "Actually, I might as well die instead of my sister."

The old man's hand stroking the young man's hand froze slightly, and his expression was slightly sad. If he could come earlier, perhaps, many tragedies could be avoided, and the child's sister and family would not...

Inexplicable self-blame in my heart, and thinking of the disciple who stayed in Teng Xishan like a child again, I felt inexplicable pain in my heart, and my footsteps stumbled slightly, almost falling to the ground.

With the strength of the old man, it should be impossible for him to walk unsteadily like this, but at this moment, it appeared suddenly, which shows the mood of the old man...

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Sabito and Makomo stood at the door, and soon, they saw the master who came back, and a child about twelve or thirteen years old who was led by the master.

Only... I didn't see my senior brother.

For a moment, both Makomo and Sabito were silent for a moment.

Unconsciously, he clenched his palms.

"Master is back."

Suppressing his inner emotions, Makomo barely smiled and greeted him with a smile.

Sabito also showed a cheerful smile.

Looking at Makomo and Sabito facing him, the old man opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be blocked, and his throat tightened slightly.

"I'm sorry I couldn't bring your senior brother back."

The old man lowered his head slightly, as if speaking to Makomo and Sabito, and to himself.

Makomo took the luggage from the old man's hand and said softly, "Master, where do you need to say sorry."

However, at the moment when he lowered his head, his beautiful eyes were already full of mist, and a very low sobbing sound could be vaguely heard.

Although Sabito didn't cry, his eyes were still red, and he couldn't help but hit a big tree next to him with his palm.

The trees trembled for a while, the branches swayed, and with the sound of 'rustling', large leaves fell.

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dark cave

A pair of sisters fell asleep hugging each other.

Next to it, the bonfire was burning, and the flames warmed the sisters so that they would not feel cold.

Beside the bonfire, a man wearing a bamboo hat and shrouded in black is silently adding firewood to the bonfire. Occasionally, his eyes will look at the flames of the burning bonfire, and occasionally, at the hole.

Facing the direction of the hole.

A little girl was holding a short stick, practicing 'hehehehe'.

Under the sun, the tired sweat on the girl's forehead slowly fell with her delicate voice.

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PS: I would like to thank the readers for the monthly passes presented by "Almighty Foodies, Not Picky Eaters" and "Dream Returning Thousands of Miles Alone", and thank you for your great support. *