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The middle-aged man frowned and took a step back. When he opened his mouth to speak, his teeth seemed whiter and sharper for a moment, but they returned to normal the next second.

Seeing the other party's appearance, Kurosawa felt happy.

Staying in the mountains all the time, doing nothing but practicing, is really a boring life.

Seeing this ghost that kept giving in and unwilling to fight, Kurosawa couldn't help but feel something strange.

....I was actually nervous just now.

Thinking of the mental activity just now, Kurosawa burst into laughter.

However, thinking that the other party was an ogre that fed on humans and was immortal, Kurosawa chose to forgive his nervousness just now.

After all, this was the first time he faced a ghost directly, so he needed some time to adjust mentally. But now, after a few conversations, he found that the other party seemed to be more unwilling to provoke him, and he had already adjusted.

Lowering his head, Kurosawa's eyes gradually calmed down and he looked at the middle-aged man in front of him.

"What's in the snakeskin bag on your back?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man moved his steps slightly, blocking Kurosawa's view with his body.

"It's just a wild boar caught in the mountains. It has nothing to do with you."

Under the clothes that are invisible to the naked eye, there are faint blue-black textures spreading on the middle-aged man's body surface.

It wasn't that he was afraid of Kurosawa, the ghost hunter, but he just didn't want to cause any more trouble.

Kurosawa's tall and powerful figure obviously has greater oppressive power than ordinary people.

Stretching out his right hand and putting it on the other person's shoulder, Kurosawa laughed and said: "That's just right. The Sa family loves pork the most, especially the one hunted in the mountains. I haven't had dinner yet, so sell me the wild boar you shot and let me have a good meal."

How much does it cost for a meal?”

Sajia? The middle-aged man didn’t understand what he was talking about, but this did not prevent him from knowing what Kurosawa meant.

"I won't sell it for any amount of money." The middle-aged man's tone gradually became stiff.

He watched Kurosawa remove his right hand from the handle of the knife and put it on his shoulder, and the corners of his mouth could not help but slightly raise.

Idiot, the ghost hunting swordsman is so vigilant?

Without the Nichirin Sword, who are you?

The middle-aged man's murderous intention suddenly aroused. As long as he took advantage of Kurosawa's carelessness and made a sneak attack without giving him time to dodge, the young man would definitely die.

At the same time, one of the middle-aged man's hands was quietly behind his back, his nails elongated, the top became sharp and sharp, and the sides became sharp and thin.

But Kurosawa's eyes lit up, and he smiled as if he didn't know anything about it: "Then if you don't give me money, it's not a sale."

It's a pity that no one understands my story... Kurosawa's eyes were downcast.

Under the candlelight, the middle-aged man's expression instantly turned ferocious.

In an instant, dark ghost lines were intertwined on his face from his neck upwards.

At the same time, blue veins popped out, and the blood vessels were as thick as earthworms crawling slowly under the skin. In his huge mouth, which opened to the base of his ears, his teeth protruded like shark-like razor blades.

The middle-aged man... no... the middle-aged ghost's claws fiercely dug into Kurosawa's left chest. The howling wind and the cold light flashing between his fingers all showed the degree of danger.

His eyes were full of ferocity, and there was an explosion of joy after swallowing his anger.

"Ghost hunter, you push people too far! Go to hell!"

The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. The more I took a step back, the more I felt like I was losing money. As a ghost, he usually only bullies people. How could he have ever been wronged like this? However, the proud voice stopped abruptly with a bang.

Bang!

Kurosawa's big hand on his shoulder had already silently climbed to the middle-aged ghost's head the moment he made a sneak attack.

Immediately, as he roared triumphantly, he pressed it hard.

In an instant, an unparalleled force hit him, and the middle-aged man felt like a rag doll, thrown to the ground casually as the world spun around.

I saw his entire head being pressed hard to the gray stone ground by Kurosawa's hand.

The middle-aged man's entire face was sunk into it, cracks burst out, and only the back of his head was exposed.

"This kind of strength..." The middle-aged ghost was horrified.

Kurosawa didn't draw his sword at all. The Nichirin sword on his waist turned out to be just a trap to lure him!

How is it possible, how can human beings be so powerful!

It's not like the middle-aged ghost has never seen other swordsmen before. Although he just hides and observes and doesn't dare to take direct action, this does not prevent him from knowing that the strength of swordsmen lies in the type of swords they use.

The sharp edge of the Nichirin Sword is what enables a swordsman to fight ghosts.

With only the physical body, the ghost can crush the swordsman.

But what happened now has subverted the middle-aged ghost's worldview.

Although because of his short-sightedness, this worldview is inherently problematic.

The swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps who have mastered the regular breathing method are no worse than most demons in terms of physical fitness. They are all humanoid monsters.

Kurosawa didn't know what the middle-aged ghost was thinking. He squatted on the ground, pressed the ghost to the ground with one hand, looked at the exposed back of his head, and pulled out the Nichirin Sword with his left hand.

Even in a dark environment, the blade of this Sun Blade is still cold and unparalleled, and seems to be able to cut through everything.

He raised the knife with his hand and lowered it, and the Sun Lun Knife slashed horizontally towards the middle-aged ghost's neck.

Before any contact, the skin on the back of the middle-aged ghost's neck was covered with goosebumps and hairs stood on end.

Sensing the danger, the middle-aged ghost was terrified and struggled desperately.

He put his feet on the ground and exerted force, trying to escape from Kurosawa's grasp.

But under Kurosawa's absolutely suppressing power, the middle-aged ghost instantly understood that he would be unable to break free with his own strength if he grabbed his neck.

At the moment of life and death, the middle-aged ghost held his neck with both hands.

But it's not to defend the Nichirin Sword with your hands.

With the sharpness of the Nichirin Sword, he couldn't stop it with his hands.

Therefore, in Kurosawa's strange eyes, the middle-aged ghost's ghost hands grew sharp, blade-like nails on his fingertips, and pierced his neck.

Then, veins popped up on his arms and they were torn violently.

At the same time, the Nichirin Sword fell, and the blade had already touched the ghost's hand.

At the critical moment, there was a puff.

The flesh and blood of the neck was torn from the middle by ghost hands! The pale spine bones were also broken, with pieces of blood attached to them.

Scarlet blood spurted out with huge blood pressure, staining Kurosawa's trouser legs red.

Click!

The Sun Blade fell, passed through the torn neck, and slashed to the ground, leaving a medium-deep mark.

Immediately afterwards, the middle-aged ghost ignored the head under the palm of the stream, and the whole body and limbs slid rapidly, moving like a big spider in a posture that violated the limits of normal human joints.

This unexpected incident allowed the middle-aged ghost to successfully escape from Kurosawa's sword. The whole ghost did not stand up, but stuck to the ground, sliding like a spider.

Kurosawa stood up, holding the ghost head that was still dripping with blood in one hand, and looked at the limbs and torso of the ghost that had fled three meters away and was lying on the ground.

"As long as I take off my head, no one can chop off my head?"

I can't see that this ghost's will to survive is so strong, and it's still possible to perform tricks.

Could this be the ghost version? As long as I choose to commit suicide, no one can kill me... Kurosawa was shocked. At the same time, looking at the ghost head dripping with blood, he just felt sick.

The ghost head of the middle-aged man was still in Kurosawa's hand, with a look of horror on his face. Under the head, there were strands of flesh that were unevenly broken due to violent tearing, and half of his spine that was a mixture of pale and blood.

"I, Kurosawa, have always been kind and innocent. When I was a child, I would even kill a chicken while peeking between my fingers. Are you trying to scare me to death on purpose? Huh?"

Watching the headless body from the corner of his eye, Kurosawa raised the ghost head and looked directly into its eyes.

The originally white pupils flickered, and the dead expression of the middle-aged ghost turned into a flattering one.

Decapitated to survive, the head was still in the hands of others. The middle-aged man originally wanted to confuse the audience with his headless body, and waited for Kurosawa to let go and then waited for an opportunity to escape. Unexpectedly, Kurosawa knew that his consciousness still existed in the head.
Chapter completed!