Chapter 107 Ghosts are not necessarily evil (4k)
Momoyama.
"A ghost hunter who hunts ghosts with a kitchen knife and masters the breath of thunder?" Jigoro Kuwashima looked at the members of the Demon Slayer Team in front of him in surprise: "Are you sure?"
"Yes! Mr. Kuwashima, he first appeared in Omae Village outside Uesugi. That small village was attacked by ghosts and no longer exists. But on the same night when the village was destroyed, those ghosts should have been destroyed by him." After powering up, it is killed by sunlight.
After investigation, we speculated that he may be a 16-year-old boy from Daqian Village, Shangxi Shiyekong. In the next half month, two more ghosts were eliminated by others before the members of the Demon Slayer Squad arrived, both nearby.
Based on the traces of the last two battles, it is likely that he has mastered the Thunder Breathing Technique, so my lord asked me to ask you, is it..."
Chigoro Kuwashima is a short old man with white hair, a scar on his face, and a prosthetic leg on his right leg.
He is the original Demon Slayer Mingzhu, who mastered the Breath of Thunder. After breaking a leg while hunting ghosts at the age of 35, he has been living in seclusion in Momoyama to teach his younger generations, and has brought out many disciples who have mastered the Breath of Thunder.
Hearing the words of the members of the Demon Slayer Squad, he frowned in confusion and said, "No, it's not me, those kids...it seems like no one has been to Uesugi recently. Could it be a mistake?"
The members of the Demon Slaying Team in front of them lowered their heads: "If he was in Shangxi Shiyekong, his parents and brother should have been killed by ghosts that night..."
After the death of a family member, you go on a rampage to kill ghosts?
There are many such examples in this world. Some geniuses may burst into astonishing power after receiving strong stimulation.
But without a teacher, master the breath of thunder...
Sandao Jigoro's eyes suddenly shone, and he nodded: "I understand what your lord means. Where is he now? Is there a portrait of him?"
After seeing off the members of the Demon Slayer Squad, the little old man could no longer hold back his expectant expression. He turned around and walked quickly with a cane, and conveniently picked up a blond boy who was sneaking away on tiptoe.
“Ah—” the boy screamed, “I was wrong, grandpa! I’m going to train right now. Please don’t add any more training tasks! I’m going to die, I’m going to die!”
“Shan Yi, where is your senior brother?”
“…Huh?” My wife Zenitsu, who had tears coming out of her nose, was stunned. Grandpa didn’t scold me?
What happy event happened to you? Why did grandpa smile so happily? "Here, let's go to the back mountain."
Soon, my wife Zenitsu followed the little old man to the back mountain and found a young man with black hair, blue eyes and thick eyebrows who was practicing sword practice.
“Hongyue, stop for a moment.”
The young man named Daoyu Gaoyue put away his knife, glanced at my wife Shanyi, frowned slightly, and then said: "Teacher, what's the matter?"
"You need to go to Uesugi to look for this boy." The little old man handed him a portrait with simple lines: "His name is Sishiyakong. He probably created and comprehended the Breath of Thunder without anyone teaching him. Fa, you invite him to Taoshan."
“Eh?! Create your own breathing method?!” My wife Zenitsu shouted in shock, and soon a ray of joy suddenly rose in her heart.
Grandpa always asks me and my senior brother to inherit the Breath of Thunder together. The pressure is so great. If this continues, I will definitely die somewhere... But if there is a new, super powerful successor...
A hint of haze flashed through Daoyu Yueyue's eyes. Did he create his own way to understand the breathing method of thunder? Like the first generation of breathing swordsmen more than 400 years ago?
How could such a guy appear?
Absolutely fake!
After being silent for several seconds, he said: "Okay, I understand, teacher, let's go now."
…
A few days later, at night.
Ji Xing walked into Uesugi Castle.
At this time, it has been nearly a month since he first invaded Demon Slayer World. His appearance has undergone some obvious changes. His original black hair has been dyed with a layer of light blonde, which is conspicuous and eye-catching.
Mastering the Breath of Thunder will turn you into blond hair?
Normally, it shouldn’t be necessary, but Ji Xing’s progress may have been too rapid, causing abnormalities in the body’s metabolism.
It took Ji Xing more than half a month to enter the Changzhong state with the breathing method, probably because the body's own physical strength could not keep up, and he encountered two more ghosts and two more battles. Master it successfully.
Just like in the early days of Naruto World, spiritual cultivation first cultivates the stomach. Ji Xing's way to increase his strength is to eat more and eat well, and breathing methods can help him convert food energy into strength more quickly, without eating to become a fat man like in the early stages of Naruto World. .
At this time, there are obvious muscles on the exposed forearm, and the 16-year-old boy is fast and strong.
“Eat, eat.”
The story of Demon Slayer takes place in the Taisho era of Japan. This year is 1920, so the city blocks are already relatively prosperous and crowded with people.
Ji Xing has been exercising outdoors during the day these days, and returns to Uesugi for meals four times a day.
As for the source of money, when he left Omae Village, he took away the entire village’s property. In the following two ghost hunts, he also took away the property of the people killed by the ghosts as revenge payment.
After passing several restaurants that he had tried, Ji Xing looked around, looked around, and saw a small noodle shop on the far corner of the street.
‘Mianmianxuan’.
Looking at the canvas signboard from a distance, Ji Xing suddenly felt a different feeling in his heart.
After reaching the realm of normal breathing, his sense of smell and even intuition have been greatly improved.
“Is there a ghost? It’s not a weak feeling.”
He was now very interested in studying the various characteristics of ghosts. He thought about it for two seconds and walked over.
As expected, the shop is not big, with only four tables, two of which are occupied by customers.
The boss, who is both the boss and the chef, poked his head out of the kitchen and said enthusiastically: "Guest, please sit down! What do you want to eat?"
Ji Xing: “Here comes a bowl of tonkotsu ramen.”
"okay!"
After a brief exchange, Ji Xing sat down on the empty seat. When he sat down, his body twisted and something suddenly fell to the ground, making a clanging sound.
Attract the guests at the other two tables.
What fell to the ground was a kitchen knife.
The guests at the two tables looked at each other.
Ji Xing smiled apologetically, picked up the kitchen knife and put it on the table, saying, "Sorry, I'm a chef apprentice. In order to get closer to my tools and practice my knife skills, I always keep the kitchen knife with me... Well, that's it. so."
The guests at the two tables turned their heads slightly strangely.
Suddenly I heard another clang.
There is an extra ax on the ground!
They immediately looked at Ji Xing again.
Ji Xing coughed, picked up the ax and put it on the table: "Well, I'm an apprentice. Being an apprentice is very hard. I occasionally go out to the city to chop some firewood, so... that's no problem, right?"
The guests at the two tables were silent.
Two seconds later, they tacitly speeded up their eating, snored a few times, stood up with their mouths in their mouths, and slapped the money on the counter.
“Boss Tsunoda, let’s go.”
Soon the 30-year-old boss presented it to Ji Xing with a straight face and said with a sad face: "Guest, what did you say? It scared away all my other customers... Oh, eat it, eat it."
Ji Xing stared at his face without moving and smiled.
“I don’t dare to eat this.”
——
As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Xing immediately picked up the ax on the table and struck the boss straight in the face!
The noodle shop owner pulled his hands in front of his face, and a net like ramen noodles appeared out of thin air. It was so tough that it actually blocked Ji Xing's axe!
Vampire magic!
He looked sad and said: "With this kind of strength, are you really a ghost hunter? The weapons are more unique than the previous ones. Alas, I was touched again. It seems that Uesugi can't stay here."
"Your move is more unique. Don't tell me, we are quite matched." Ji Xing slashed across the face.
A faint flash of lightning flashed, and the noodle shop owner’s blood ghost noodles broke.
His body fell backwards in a hurry, and with a wave of his hands, all the tables and benches in the store turned into extremely tough noodles, and for a moment, they formed a dragnet and wrapped around Ji Xing!
Ji Xing used his ax and knife to form a circle in front of him, and suddenly the electric light around his body was strong, and he slashed!
‘Thunder Breath·Two Types·Thunder Ring! ’
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The bright electric light burst out, and the invisible ring spread, going back and forth in circles!
As Ji Xing moved forward, slashing with his ax and knife in a circular motion, all the 'noodles' that were wrapped towards him were cut into pieces by the lightning!
The noodle shop owner didn’t notice Ji Xing’s figure at all, then he felt the figure beside him flash, his neck suffered severe pain, and his head flew out!
“Ah—damn it! Why! Why don’t you let me go! I’ve already got myself under control!”
As the severe pain of beheading came, the noodle shop owner's ghost nature became obviously stronger, and his tone gradually became crazy.
The ramen stretched out from his neck and hooked towards his head. He tried to pull it back to the installation, but was cut off in advance. Then Ji Xing swung his ax and nailed his head to the wall with a bang!
“Go to hell! Go to hell!”
The noodle shop owner’s body and limbs danced wildly, turning into noodles and swiping at Ji Xing, but after a burst of lightning, they all broke and flew up.
In the midst of severe pain, the eyes of the head fixed on the wall finally showed fear. This ghost hunter seemed different from the others, so strong!
His ferocious tone was slightly pleading: "Let me go, let me go, ghost hunter, I usually do good deeds to accumulate merit, and I will let those orphans who can't afford to eat come and eat my noodles for free!
By the way, by the way, today, today is the day, three children will come, you can wait, wait a minute, my noodles are ready! "
Ji Xing looked at him and stopped attacking.
The noodle shop owner was overjoyed: "Yes, yes, don't do it. I don't want to become like this ghost. Who would be a ghost if I have a choice?"
He became ferocious again: "Ghost hunter, have you ever eaten feces? Do you know what it feels like to be pinned to the ground, have your mouth filled with pig feces, and watch your wife being insulted?!
wanna die! I really want to die! No matter which feeling it is, it makes me want to die immediately! But I can't die, I want revenge! I want to step on them all the time! "
After going crazy, his expression suddenly softened again, and he smiled flatteringly: "From that time on, I have been able to control myself. This is true, this is true..."
The continuously changing expressions seem like madness.
The next moment, the ferociousness was revealed again.
"go to hell!"
His body gathered together quietly, and while Ji Xing was listening to him, he pounced suddenly!
‘Thunder Breath·Three Types·Thunder Sharp Cut! ’
——
The bright electric light expanded again, and the kitchen knife seemed to turn into a lightning sharp knife, slashing countless knives on the noodle shop owner's body in an instant.
ifies
The broken flesh and blood flew in all directions!
“Ah—” the noodle shop owner wailed in agony: “No, don’t! I didn’t mean it! I can’t control myself, I can’t control it!”
“How many years have you been a ghost?” Ji Xing suddenly asked him.
“…I, I became a ghost, it seems like 43 years?”
Ji Xingdao: “There are 12 months in a year.”
"43 years, 12 months, 43 years, 12 months..." the noodle shop owner kept mumbling.
Two lines of tears suddenly welled up.
"Why...is this happening?" He seemed to be asking Ji Xing, and also seemed to be asking himself.
A bitter smile rose, and with a hook of the broken palm at the corner, a strand of ramen suddenly shot towards his own head, piercing it straight through.
In an instant, the minced meat and blood stains all over the noodle shop quickly turned into ash and dissipated.
The last one is the head.
When a ghost loses its desire to live and chooses not to heal itself, it can commit suicide!
"Thanks, ghost hunter. I should have gone to Yuko a long time ago. I have made her wait for 43 years. I wonder if she will blame me."
The last murmur dissipated.
Other than broken tables and chairs and slightly damaged walls, no traces were left in the noodle shop.
Ji Xing looked at the noodles that his boss had thrown away after giving them to him. They were still intact on the ground.
It's not a vampire technique, and it doesn't have any ingredients.
“The math problem is indeed very difficult. Multiplying 43 by 12 is like a ghost committing suicide.”
His mood is slightly complicated, as if he has seen the most tragic ending for himself. If one day, he is swallowed up by the demon's cannibalistic desire, continues to eat and kill people, and finally wakes up... will he commit suicide like the noodle shop owner?
“That day will never come!”
Picking the ax back, he walked to the kitchen, which was basically unaffected by the battle.
The soup, noodles, and all the condiments were ready. Ji Xing took matters into his own hands. He had plenty of food and clothing, and even cooked the noodles.
Soon, he heard a slight movement. He poked his head out of the kitchen and saw three seven or eight-year-old children in scantily clad clothes poking their heads outside the noodle shop with frightened expressions on their faces.
He smiled: "Come on, come in and sit down. Something happened in the store today, and Boss Tsunoda went to deal with it. He told me that the three of you will come, and I have cooked the noodles for you."
The three children looked at each other, and after a while they timidly walked into the store: "Thank you, brother..."
Soon he volunteered to help clean the shop.
(End of this chapter)