159, Ghost Extermination (Seventeen) Guardian of the Dawn
I found that these friends of mine all have very wonderful skills, and they seem to be innate and cannot be copied by others. Can the five senses be so sensitive? Can this be formed through acquired training?
Compared with these guys, I feel that I am simply a model of deafness, blindness, and loss of smell, just like now.
Tanjiro: "It smells of blood."
Me: "Huh? Ah? I didn't smell anything..."
Zenitsu: "There was a terrible sound..."
Me: "Oh, uh... I can't hear you."
Inosuke: "Tsk, it feels disgusting!"
Me: "...I'm sorry, I'm too bad."
If a good-natured Shunfeng Er can only be said to be gifted, after all, he is the Jiaozi of Heaven who can dye his hair with lightning. He may be the future protagonist of some wonderful Chosen Son. Then add Tanjiro...
In fact, it’s not impossible.
After all, Tanjiro's character is not ordinary. It would be better to say that Tanjiro is quite similar to the template of the protagonist - a young man who carries a blood feud and works hard to save his sister. If it weren't for Zenitsu's lightning-dyed hair dye, he is so similar to the protagonist.
Angry, I definitely agree that Tanjiro is the protagonist~ Although Tanjiro is not a bitter and hateful character... But since they are already teammates of the protagonist, it makes sense to add a cheat——
So what's going on with Inosuke?
I stared at the wild boar head of the bag-carrying tool man and thought for a while, then I touched my chin in the background music as he turned back angrily and yelled, "Why do you keep looking at me! It's so disgusting!" I suddenly felt
I thought of the reason.
"Tool man - ahem, no, Inosuke." As the whole team cautiously approached the strange (their three words) mountain top, I patted Inosuke's unattractive hard muscled shoulders meaningfully.
:
"——I understand, you are a comedian, right?"
"ha?"
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When I was at the foot of the mountain, I didn't notice any weird atmosphere on the top of the mountain, but once I set foot on the moist land at the center of the mountain -
"Hiss—" I rubbed the goose bumps that suddenly appeared and couldn't help but frown.
What does this feel like? It’s like my handsome guy radar suddenly went off. Whenever I meet a handsome guy of the same type or the same attribute who is hostile to me, the repulsive and provocative comparison exuded by the other person will arouse my strong feelings.
rebound.
In other words, in this mountain, someone (or a ghost) has carved out a territory in a mysterious way (because I don’t know how to do it), and strongly excludes others from entering. This kind of behavior is like a wild beast.
The feeling of being encircled by your own scent... eh, eh? Yes, how do I feel it? Why can I feel it?
I was confused for a long time, and it wasn't until I went deep into the inside of this spider mountain with goosebumps that I suddenly realized it.
"I see!"
The red-haired boy with two wisps of white hair on his head suddenly made a fist with his right hand and hit the heart of his left hand. The blond screamer who hugged his arm was so frightened that his whole body shivered and his teeth chattered.
There was a vibrato that resembled the crow of a hen. My wife, Zenitsu, grabbed the fabric on her chest and gritted her teeth with a twisted face as she said, "Glory, what are you doing! I thought some ghost had appeared! The sudden sound was also a signal.
Ah! It’s scary, isn’t it! My heart is about to jump out of my mouth!”
"I know!" I patted Zenitsu's shoulder with a deep expression, and pushed his upper body further away, so as not to rub the sticky tears and snot on my clean feather fabric: "Actually, I haven't yet
Such a dish.”
Zenitsu: "?"
Just like the previous dungeon where I was a nanny for Kenneth, Ying Zheng’s originally papery second skill inexplicably turned into a golden bell and iron shirt. So this dungeon should basically make me look less shabby.
(?) Give me the skills I need. It’s probably the same intuition as Inosuke’s, but the strength is slightly reduced. The situation I perceive is a little slower than those of these thousands of miles of noses and ears.
"It seems that I also have unique investigative skills. As for being a little slow...it must not be because my reflex arc is too long." I firmly believed.
Zenitsu: "???What are you talking about?"
…
"Strange feeling."
A white-haired child wearing a kimono with spider web patterns stood barefoot on the tough spider silk in the air, tilting his head and looking in the direction of the mountain:
"The breath of a human being, or the breath of a ghost? No, it doesn't quite look like it."
Is it a new ghost? But the transformation process of a new ghost only takes a short moment, so how can it continue to have this mixed feeling for so long? And it still exudes the smell of a mixture of humans and ghosts in its body so unscrupulously...
…Is this a provocation?
"It's so strange." Xia Xian No. 5 lowered his head and turned over the flower rope in his hand, muttering to himself.
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Not long after entering the mountain, Tanjiro wiped the tip of his nose solemnly and said that he was disturbed by the strange smell in the mountain. Zenitsu shivered and grabbed the red half of my haori and shouted that there was a "rustling" sound.
In other words, our two detective generals are of no use now.
I held my breath and tried to use my sudden "perception", but this thing seemed to only let me look at it, and had no intention of following my will. It was a standard deception. I could still only feel this thing.
There are people who reject me in the mountains, but the rest is completely empty.
"I can only rely on you now, tool man, no, Inosuke."
I stretched out my index finger and poked his hard shoulder: "Try to see if you can feel the ghosts in this mountain, or people... Didn't Tanjiro say before that there is a smell of blood?"
"Huh? Why should I listen to you?"
In the past few days, I have figured out that this single-minded tool man is suitable for provocation. I straightened my back instantly, took advantage of my five centimeter height advantage to glare at him with a leering look, and skillfully began to draw out my voice: "Can't you do it Inosuke?"
Are you here yet—"
The effect was immediate. The tool man immediately blew out two puffs of air from the nostrils of the wild boar hood and shouted aggressively: "How could I not do it! Let me show you how powerful Inosuke-sama is! Just wait, Kuoyao!"
The boy with the naked boar hood angrily thrust the two serrated knives into the ground. The next second he squatted down in a posture that was about to take off independently. His breath suddenly became long and steady. This posture should be showing off.
It worked. As expected, the tool man is still very reliable, but...
"What did he just call me? Gaoyao?" I pointed to myself in confusion and asked Shanyi, whose ears are many times better than mine, to confirm, "Did I hear you right?"
Zenitsu nodded ruthlessly: "Yes, he is calling you Kuoyao. He also called me Wenyi and Tanjiro Gonpachiro before."
I:"……"
Gaoyao? What the hell is this name? You can directly jump to the food channel in the style of Zhong Er’s stage name? Why don’t you just call me Plaster if you are so good at giving nicknames?
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The two lower strings died one after another in just a few days, which attracted the attention of even Muzan Kibutsuji, who didn't pay much attention to the safety of his men.
Xia Xian Si was sent by him to deal with that Xibei ghost hunter, but it turned out that there was still one person and one ghost living in that Xibei ghost hunter, so Xia Xian Si kicked off the iron plate directly.
The opponent's strength estimate was wrong, and Xia Liu's death was in vain. And just when Wuxian was doubting why he had no impression of a ghost with that kind of strength, the contact between Xia Liu and him was suddenly severed. Preface to Death
The scene when I came back was still the familiar dress with lace and rose skirts. This Xibei ghost hunter with a brother and a sister living in his body seemed to have a twelve-ghost-moon radar, picking at his lower string accurately one by one.
He was ready to uproot the six strings he had managed to gather together, and he would also press for information on him——
Although no ghost can say his name without being noticed, although Wu Mei is stubborn, he is not stupid. If he uses other names instead of his name, or the meaning is vague and ambiguous, it will indeed send unfavorable news without him noticing.
Possibility - can this boss, who has been struggling for thousands of years, tolerate this? No!
So Wuhan's mood became even less wonderful.
The ghosts who can become the Twelve Ghost Moons are all those who are outstanding in at least one aspect of their strength or blood ghost skills. The more powerful the ghosts are, the more their intelligence will be the same as that of humans, or even more.
outstanding.
Low-level ghosts are not monsters that only know how to eat human flesh and blood. As their strength increases, high-level ghosts will also have wisdom that is no different from ordinary people... And a large part of human wisdom is reflected in desire.
Of course, Boss Chip is not a philosopher who studies the milestones of human wisdom. Boss Chip just knows very clearly that the twelve ghost moons that can come into contact with him are more likely to leak information about him than ordinary ghosts.
Compared with Shangxian, who is so strong that he is unlikely to be threatened to reveal information, Xexian, who is far inferior in strength, is much more risky. After all, Wuhan has now clearly understood that there is a person who can parasitize the ghost hunter.
The female ghost in the human body can easily hunt down the lower string. Once the information is revealed through questioning... Onibatsuji Mumei's scrutinizing eyes moved away from the lower six string ghosts on the moon, which had two vacant positions.
...The useless lower string seems to have no need to exist.
The ruthless boss had such an idea.
However, before this idea could be implemented, there was something much more important to do than just Shitatsuki Kizuki. Kibutsuji Muzan half-concealed his scarlet vertical pupils and ordered in a low voice:
"Naruto, bring the winding string here."
Since Xia Xian cannot deal with the ghost hunter who is protected by the female ghost in a dress, then he will send Shang Xian who is more powerful than anyone else. No matter what, this red-haired Xibei must die!
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"A-sneeze!!!" I sneezed loudly.
"I always feel like someone is scolding me behind my back." I rubbed my nose and said dullly, "It's not cold here either. If I sneeze in this situation, someone must be scolding me secretly behind my back."
Zenitsu: "I also want to sneeze."
He frowned and covered his nose: "Glory, do you think this place stinks?"
Me: "...No." What's going on? What's going on? Are you no longer satisfied with your ears? Do you want to learn from Tanjiro's Senribi?
"Can you really not smell it? It really stinks here!" Zenitsu's face turned a little green, and the golden feather sleeves with white triangles were almost used by him as a filter mask, and he wanted to cover his whole face.
After covering it up, he put on a twisted expression that wouldn't surprise me if he vomited it out in the next second, and said angrily:
"Fortunately it wasn't Tanjiro who came here, otherwise he would have fainted from the smell here!"
"What you said is so exaggerated. Is it really that smell?" I frowned and sniffed, but I still didn't smell the smell in his mouth that was "so smelly that it would stun Tanjiro." It would be better to say that I didn't smell it at all.
Wherever I go there is a smell, and only the hairs on my arms stand up to remind me that I seem to have entered the depths of a territory that excludes others.
Forget it, I can't understand this fact, so I simply give up trying to get into trouble with this kind of thing - maybe there are some other mysterious reasons why I can't smell it? Since Zenitsu said there is a smell here, then...
Think of it as such. Fortunately, Tanjiro is not here. Otherwise, with the sensitivity of his nose, it would not be incomprehensible that Zenitsu could be smelled like this. It would really stun him... And the point now is not that
this.
I squinted at the dark forest path ahead, and touched my chin thoughtfully: "...The location Inosuke mentioned seems to be almost there, right?"
…
I have to say that although Inosuke is very good at bluffing, he is really reliable at critical moments - after asking Inosuke to investigate the situation, he quickly discovered the situation in this spider mountain.
Although I really don't understand why he can outline the outline of a human figure so far away in his mind like a humanoid sonar, but since he is so sure that there is one, then of course I am obligated to believe my little friend.
Inosuke found a total of two waves of people in trouble. One group was fighting with each other in the southerly direction. It was not clear whether it was internal strife or peer competition. In short, they were fighting each other fiercely, while the other group was treated like bacon, neatly
All of them were hanging in the middle of the woods on the northwest side. According to Inosuke's description of "not dead yet, but almost dead", if we don't save people quickly, these guys will really become lifeless dried bacon.
——This is why we divided our forces into two groups.
Whether it is the group of guys fleeing in panic in the south or the "bacon" who wants to hang wind chimes in the northwest, they are all in a state of emergency and need assistance. A few lives may be lost in a short time. In this case, separate
The existence of action is very necessary.
Having said that, I'm actually more worried about the safety of Tanjiro and Inosuke. After all, even if Zenitsu can't defeat him, I can still run away. I can barely count as a loser, and the resurrection coins also give me a lot of money.
Confidence, as for Tanjiro...
"I'm still a little worried." I held my half-vibrating wakizashi sword and lowered my voice and said to Zenitsu, "To solve the problem here quickly, let's go find Tanjiro."
Tanjiro's side... seems to have an aura that makes me particularly repelled.