Chapter 282 The Winding Team

Hao and the maid were held hostage by the old man and came to the village shrine.

When he and others arrived, some kind of ceremony was being held at the scene. All the villagers were kneeling on the ground in uniform, with their hands clasped together.

He was praying to the closed shrine.

Standing outside the shrine door were several young men and women wearing traditional kimonos, their faces covered by a white cloth.

There was a pattern drawn with blood on the cloth, which was in the shape of a steelyard.

In the center of the venue, dozens of unconscious people were lying, all dressed as outsiders staying in Aobashi Town.

There are warriors, merchants, and some ordinary people wandering here.

Without any words, as a short-haired girl shook the silver bell in her hand, the old man pressed the back of his knife against Lu's lower back and threatened in a low voice: "Be honest and get over here!"

Then, with the help of the maid, Hao stepped into the pile of people who were thrown into the open space and were obviously about to be sacrificed.

During this period, I noticed that the looks in the eyes of these villagers were very calm... and some of them were gloating about their misfortune.

The old man also found a corner and sat down on his knees.

The young man who looked like a divine messenger rang the bell, and every time it rang, two villagers with big muscles and round waists dragged the unconscious man to the entrance of the shrine and then left.

Immediately afterwards, the closed wooden door opened instantly, and something like a rope flashed away, dragging a living human life inside.

After a while, blood flowed from the gap in the door panel.

The whole environment is quiet and eerie.

A villager who had captured and sacrificed the deceased stepped forward and waited quietly.

After a while, the shrine door opened again, and a blood-stained object was thrown out.

"middle."

The girl angel shouted softly.

That's a money bag.

The villagers immediately ran forward to put away their money and belongings, nodded obediently and retreated, sitting back in their original positions.

"good."

"good."

"Down."

As the bells rang one after another, more and more unconscious people disappeared into the shrine, and more and more villagers received rewarded money.

The rewards you get seem to be based on your ratings.

There are six types: upper, middle, lower, good and excellent.

Hao saw with his own eyes that someone got a big bag of gold.

It is obvious that there is some kind of cooperation between the villagers here and the ghosts.

Money is of no use to ghosts, but to the villagers of Qinglin Town, it is what sustains their survival.

They can also rob money themselves, so there is no need to do anything extra. It is probably to get the protection of ghosts...

For the untouchables, not everyone can rob them. If they really get into trouble with some troublesome forces, they can be easily plucked out with the strength of this village alone.

And according to the records, a year ago, there were only twenty or thirty households in Qinglin Town, but now the number has more than doubled...

The most important thing is that the level of construction and prosperity is already comparable to some relatively backward towns.

It also happened to be the time when the shrine was built a year ago.

"Just killing people for fun? It shouldn't be to satisfy their appetite. Ghosts are also very careful in selecting food...the amount they can enjoy in a short period of time is also very limited. It's best for young people or people with thin blood constitution. Unrestrained cannibalism is basically Only a very low-level ghost would do it. A ghost with such a powerful aura...mostly for some kind of obsession." Hao covered his mouth, coughed hard, and guessed through observation.

This kind of ceremony must not be held often in Qinglin Town, otherwise the number and trend of the dead would not be concealed.

Mostly it will be held once in a while, and we will wait until the limelight has passed.

Otherwise, the panic caused alone will cause the village to lose a large number of customers.

Easier to be targeted by the Demon Slayer Squad.

It's not that Ubuyashiki Kuno is too slow or incompetent... The Demon Slayer Team must have been to Aobashi Town, but the ghost was not there, so naturally they missed it.

The Demon Slayer Squad has no power to deal with villagers.

In order to catch this cunning ghost, I didn't dare to alert the snake easily.

Besides Aobashi Town, there should be other places where this ghost’s stronghold is...

"There was an accident?"

Hazy eyes moved.

The Demon Slayer Corps has always done its best to protect civilians from harm, and cares more about human life... Now that the number of dead people is increasing, the Demon Slayer Swordsman hasn't appeared yet?

Either he was blocked by something, or he didn't stop or notice it in advance, which means...Has a little high regard for the Uyashiki clan.

But it doesn't matter...if the Demon Slayer Corps comes, it will be detrimental to him.

After a while, there were only three of them left on the ground where human bodies were piled up.

The silver bell rang, and Hagi stood up first. Without being dragged by the two big men who came over, he stood on foot in front of the shrine door.

There was only a thin door panel between him and the ghost hiding inside.

The door automatically opened to both sides. Because Hao was still awake, the ghost did not attack, but seemed to signal him to walk in...

After stepping in, the door of the shrine automatically closes.

The room was filled with the pungent smell of blood, and the soles of the shoes on the floor were stained with slippery, thick blood.

Suddenly.

In the dark cabin, several oil lamps were lit.

Hazy saw the ghost standing in front of him, a bloated and fat man.

The other party had a pipe in his mouth and a hatchet in one hand, chopping up and down the corpse on the chopping board. The scene was like a butcher killing a pig. What was strange was that he raised and lowered the knife with amazing strength, but The blade fell on the board without making any sound.

Beside the table, there is a steelyard.

The man has a round belly, but his arms are muscular and powerful... Because he became a ghost, his ears are surprisingly big, and the size of his mouth is not proportional to a normal person.

The skin color is dark, and an inconspicuous horn protrudes from the left skull.

Of course, what he cares about is not his appearance, but the numbers revealed by his pair of blue pupils when he opens and closes his eyes.

Wind it up, Wu!

It seems that this person is probably Yu Hu's predecessor.

Maybe the jade pot has been transformed into a ghost now, but there is a 'ranking battle' for the twelve ghost moons, so the winding order he knows is settled by later generations.

In the Edo period, after Muzan thought he had cut off all inheritance of Breath of the Sun, he mainly did a few things.

Wandering around the country, wherever there are no rumors of ghosts, he will sow seeds there.

There is also the need to specifically go to some good soil and look for followers.

For example, prisons, deserted villages with poor mountains and rivers, etc.

The Demon Slayer Squad seems to have been chasing Muzan, but in fact they can't even touch his shadow.

Not to mention looking for the real master Wu Kai, even the ghosts that Wu Kai keeps hatching are difficult for the Demon Slayer Team to deal with.

You know, now is not the time for the subsequent plot to unfold. It has not been long since Jiguo Yuanyi's death... The Warring States Period is just the previous era.

Hao smiled contentedly. He was so happy that he couldn't help but cough again. His body was swaying, and the mere movement of coughing seemed to make him almost unable to stand.

He knew... that if he appeared, the ghost would not kill him immediately.

Because the money that villagers can exchange for the deceased who previously entered the shrine is measured by their 'status'.

So the value of someone like him is undoubtedly the highest in this venue tonight.

He was also the one who stayed until the end and still stayed awake.

But his smile made the ghost stop.

"What are you laughing at?"

Shang Xian Zhi Wu said coldly.

"I'm glad... I can finally get rid of this sick body. Your dismemberment skills are very neat. In this way, I may not feel any pain when I die."

Hao chuckled softly and said, "I am already going to die, so even if I face this situation, I am very calm. You don't mind, right?"

"…Aren't you afraid of death?"

The vague words made Shangxian Wu stare at him carefully for a few seconds, "I thought a guy like you would cherish his life..."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Leng Bo's calm eyes and said, "You are indeed a little different."

After changing the topic, he swung the raised blade down again, but still didn't make any sound.

A corpse was perfectly dissected, the flesh was flesh, the bones were bones, and the remains were chopped evenly.

The ghost's smile was evil, revealing cruelty, "There is no difference between humans and cattle, sheep, and domestic animals. Their meat can be sold for money, and so can humans... With your status, what price do you think this life can be sold for?"

"Hmm... as for meat, it's worthless?"

After thinking for a while, he gave a pertinent answer.

"After all, I am seriously ill, and the disease may be in my flesh and blood. The skin and skin of my body add up to only a few kilograms..." Hao continued: "In terms of status, it is worth some money... However, I am the most valuable It’s not about identity or background.”

"what is that?"

There was already murderous intent in Shang Xian Wu's eyes.

"I have something priceless."

"priceless?"

"My soul...do you want it?"