Don't talk about love, just sell birds

Although there is a special person in charge of the usual transactions, all the members of the Ghost Slayer Squad A and above know that there is such a person.

Green clothes and green hats, seems to be very obsessed with green, not tall, looks like a young man, inside is a monster who has lived for an unknown number of years, of course he is not a ghost, but a certain amount of vigilance is still needed.

These are the words of the Lord.

When the person in front of him said "I bought it from me", Yiyong matched him with the image in his mind one by one. It is said that when the Ghost Killing Team was first established, he took the initiative to come to the door to do sales, that is to say, he Lived until today, thousands of years later.

His eyes, like those of a quiet lake in autumn, swept across Izumo's face. This long face was really deceptive.

In addition to ghosts, there are still such immortal beings.

Feeling his scrutiny, Izumo quickly put on a green scarf to cover his face, then pretended nothing happened, cleared his throat and continued, "Your crow, I can help you cure it."

cured?

Yiyong doesn't quite understand the meaning of this word. The crow was with him when he was 13 years old. The life span of birds is different from that of humans. After so many years, it has reached the age where it will die at any time.

Does curing mean curing its eyesight?

Izumo raised his right arm, and the crow seemed to feel something. It let out a high-pitched howl and then landed firmly on it. I don't know what he did. The crow, which was struggling to fly, suddenly regained its spirit. Its feathers were black and shiny as if washed with ink, and the most surprising thing was that it actually spoke human words, calling Yiyong by his name over and over again.

Yiyong didn't expect that the so-called treatment would actually restore the young and vigorous state of the crow, but he didn't know whether it was the temporary spirit on the surface, or even the inner...returned to the past.

If it's the latter, then this person is really scary.

Is it really not a ghost?

Giyong looked at the sun, which was just in time.

"Be brave, be brave, be brave and be brave."

The crow sang happily, rubbing its furry head against his face from time to time.

Getting along for a long time has made one person and one crow have a tacit understanding. Even with only these two words, Yiyong can feel the thoughts and emotions of the crow. No matter what, he is sincerely grateful to the person who saved the crow.

"So your name is Yiyong?"

Izumo frowned at the very familiar name.

Not feeling any hostility or threat for the time being, Giyuu said in a deep voice, "Tomioka Giyuu."

Hearing the full name, Izumo felt more familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it before, but he couldn't remember it and it didn't affect his approach, "My name is Izumo, I heard from number 8823 that you are going to the southeast to hunt ghosts?" ?”

Yiyong is not sure what he wants to express, and who is No. 8823, is it a crow?Such a name is as if the crow is just a prop for passing on credit, "It's not 8823, it's salmon."

"What? That name is similar to salmon, and 8823 is a male bird." After laughing twice, he found that the other party didn't even raise his eyebrows, and Izumo couldn't laugh anymore. How can I ask others now, or don't It's good to piss him off, just salmon.

"Uncle Ramen, Brother Qian Yiyong gave my noodles together, let's go, hasn't that ghost already eaten a lot of children?" Quickly, the second half of Izumo will return to normal, urging the uprising to come bravely.

Yiyong heard that something was wrong, maybe he wanted to go with him?

"Salmon leads the way."

Before Yoshiyuki refused, Izumo preempted the attack, and Yasuya simply recognized his old master, and flew to the front to lead the way with dignity.

It was a foregone conclusion, Yoshiyuki couldn't say anything more, but he corrected him in a low voice when passing by Izumo, "It's not salmon, it's salmon taro."

"..." So you really care.

Not long after Izumo walked, I couldn't walk anymore. Holding my stomach and screaming hungry, I bravely looked back at the village entrance at the end of the road, and only walked out of the village for a few miles. Is such a big bowl of ramen finished digesting?

Feeling the gaze falling on him, Izumo turned his head away in embarrassment, trying to save his image, "You have to be considerate of those who haven't eaten properly for seven days!"

"I didn't say anything just now."

Giyuu's blue eyes were very calm, which made Izumo seem like he was making a fuss over a molehill.

Oops, I can't get along with this person at all, but it's rare for a local tyrant to let him go like this and he's not reconciled, at least he has to squeeze his wallet dry, and Izumo followed slowly after a few words in his heart.

The place that Salmon Taro mentioned is not far from here. The two of them rushed to the foot of the mountain before dark. The perennial fog has isolated the mountain densely and densely, leaving only the faintly visible dark peaks, which seem to be full of spirits. Unpredictable miasma.

Sniffing in the air, Izumo stopped without warning, his back bumped against a warm chest, Yoshiyuki quickly took a step back, and held onto the crooked Hinata sword.

He suddenly pulled away and left. Izumo almost fell because of his unstable center of gravity. He put his hollow fist to his lips to cover up his dry cough, "Ahem, that, I'm too hungry to walk, I'll wait for you here."

Yiyong stared at him for several seconds, and finally said nothing, just nodded, and went into the mountain alone.

Izumo didn't lie, he was really hungry, if he hadn't been chased too hard by those people before, he wouldn't have been hungry for so many days.

Thinking about this made me even hungrier, so I picked up a stone and threw it aside, with a muffled "boom" it hit something and bounced to the ground, rolled around a few times, and disappeared in the half-knee-high miscellaneous grass from it.

"Go and catch me some wild game. There must be wild boars and rabbits in such a big mountain. It doesn't cost money."

Facing the master's difficult order, Oboroche flew away without complaint.

After Izumo greeted those who always hindered his business a hundred times, Oboro finally came back, and two bloody pheasants fell straight down from mid-air, right next to the fire.

They haven't died completely yet, shaking their wings for the last dying struggle.

Asking Oboro to guard nearby to prevent surprise attacks, Izumo violently smashed the chicken's neck, plucked out the hair and even didn't even clean the internal organs before directly roasting it with a bunch of sticks.

After Yiyong came back here, he was taken aback by the vicious look of eating, and there was a rare vivid expression on his face, but the surprise faded away quickly, he pushed the scabbard with his thumb, and stared at the crouching with a solemn expression. People eating barbecue on the ground.

Compared to the half-cooked chicken that hadn't been seasoned, there was a delicious sweetness in the air, Izumo paused, and raised his face stiffly.

It should have been red eyes with lavender, but they will converge into a cold dark color in the depths, a strange pattern runs through the entire left eye vertically, and there is blood on the mouth, which is exactly the same as the cannibal that Yiyong saw just now. Ghost images overlap.

The author has something to say:

The protagonist is really not a ghost. He loves green because he is colorblind. Yes, we spoiled it [laugh and cry]

By the way, there is no cute brother who praises our cover ^O^

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