[Ghost Extermination] Long-haired owl and Shitou twins

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Since he recovered from his illness, Muichiro's behavior has become strange, and he always has a lot of worry and fear, but no matter what Ichiro and I ask, he doesn't say anything.

Practicing like crazy from morning to midnight every day, the calluses on my hands were worn out, and the blood on my hands dripped down to the ground along the wooden knife between my fingers.

Seeing that Muichiro's hand was bloody and bloody again, Ichiro was extremely angry, and hit Muichiro for the first time, with a very loud sound, a clear slap print appeared on Muichiro's face.

Ichiro didn't say anything, turned around and left the room.

I looked at Muichiro who was silent, sighed, took out the medicine from the cabinet, and re-bandaged Muichiro's hand.

"Second brother has... what can't you... tell us? Aren't we... brothers?" Looking at the silent Wuichiro, he knew that this questioning failed again.

I wiped the medicine on the slap marks on Wuichiro's face, cleaned it up, picked up the wooden knife and walked out the door. At the door, I looked back at Wuichiro in the same posture.

"My eldest brother and I... are very worried about the second brother...how he is now."

After I finished speaking, I went out to look for Ichiro. I was afraid that my elder brother would get lost in a moment of anger and get lost. Although this kind of thing is unlikely for Ichiro, I am still worried.

Ichiro took a wooden knife and angrily chopped all the firewood into thin strips as thick as fingers.

"Give him good medicine?" Ichiro glanced at me with red eyes, and stopped his movements.

"Well, it's done. I didn't ask, but during this time... the second brother will... wake up at night, it must be a nightmare." I went to pick up the wood on the ground, thinking about the bad things about Wuichiro recently. normal behavior.

"Who cares about that idiot! If he likes to practice, let him do it!"

He said he didn't care about Wuichiro, but he didn't go to sneak back the crazy Wuichiro one night?

"Brother, if you wipe away your tears... it will be more convincing!" I took out the handkerchief from the venue recently and handed it to Ichiro.

Then I was stared at, and I received Ichiro's version of Bakuchi.

One day passed without the twins paying attention to each other.

Muichiro didn't know what to say, every time he woke up from the nightmare, he would forget it completely, leaving only endless anger, fear and uneasiness, clearly imprinted deep in his heart.

It was late at night again, and this time the dream was repeated again, the elder brother in a pool of blood, the monster dissipating in the sun, and myself covered in bruises.

He was tormented by emotions that had nowhere to burst out. Every time he faced his brother and Xiao Dai, he didn't know how to tell him, and it was very difficult for him to look at their expressions.

In the middle of the night, I was awakened again by Muichiro who started to frown and struggle, and I pushed Ichiro next to me.

Ichiro lowered his eyes, switched places with me to hold Muichiro who was crying silently, and patted Muichiro's back lightly.

I took a look at the fire that was about to go out, got up and went out to pick up a few big pieces of firewood, put them in the fire pit, and blew on the flames at the bottom.

I climbed to the other side of Wuichiro, pulled off the quilt, and hugged Wuichiro with my arms.With the addition of firewood, Ichiro who is near the fire pit will not catch cold.

Muichiro, who was hugged by the two of them, also gradually calmed down, breathing steadily and fell asleep.

Wuichiro woke up in the morning feeling being hugged tightly, the elder brother in front of him had a faint blue under his eyes, according to the usual time his elder brother should get up and cook, and sure enough he made his elder brother worry again.

"Sorry, I……"

"Second brother is awake?" I let go of my hand and rubbed my sleepy eyes, "Shhh... let eldest brother sleep again...for a while."

Although I don't know how to light a fire, I can only add firewood to the fire pit, which doesn't prevent me from putting hot water on the fire pit.

After washing up, I pressed Wuichiro back when I remembered, "Second brother will accompany eldest brother...to sleep for a while, I will go to morning exercises...Until second brother recovers from his injury...you can't touch the wooden knife anymore!"

Small snowflakes have begun to fall outside the house, and the earth has not yet been covered with white snow, but it will be soon.The cold wind blows, bitingly cold.Hurry up and practice the breath of flame.

The practice is not very smooth, and I always feel that there is a layer of shackles that prevent me from using the powerful form, but fortunately, the basic knife skills and breathing techniques are improving.

Sweating profusely, I put away the wooden knife with white gas, the sun is rising, Ichiro and the others must also get up.

Entering the room, the two silent twins were doing their own thing, I shook my head helplessly, two awkward children!

Ichiro saw the old owl shaking his head at the door, and the veins on his forehead started to bulge again, "What are you doing at the door?! You haven't come in and changed your clothes!"

Counseling in seconds!I quickly put away the wooden knife and ran over to get a hot towel to wipe off my sweat and change my clothes.

I thought they would make up after a few days, but I was so naive!The two Geminis remain awkward until the unexpected visitor arrives.

It was snowing outside the house that day, the snow was already ankle-thick, and our morning exercises were moved indoors, so Muichiro and Ichiro could no longer practice madly behind each other's backs.

I was still squatting by the window and staring out at the snowflakes falling in a daze. Ichiro by the fire pit was practicing sewing with a torn summer dress, and Wuichiro was cutting paper with scissors on the other side.

In sight, a woman who blended into the snow scene was walking this way against the wind and snow.If it weren't for the faint purple hem under the cloak, I wouldn't have spotted this woman at all.

"Brother, someone is walking...here." I looked back at Ichiro and pointed out the window.

"Who will come here, you read it right?" Ichiro put down the things in his hand, and leaned over to have a look. "Probably passing by, leave her alone."

"Oh!" I saw that the woman was walking with difficulty, holding on to a wooden stick unsteadily, and walked over step by step.

There are crows hovering in the sky, which are sent by Xing Shoulang every month, which is called child support.

It flew into the window, landed on my head, and started scratching my hair.

"Come down! Or I'll stew you!" I reached out to catch the crow, but the slippery little thing was very smart and jumped around on my head.

"Quack! The little owl can't catch me! Quack! No!"

"Big Brother!!!"

Ichiro picked up the knife in his hand and waved it at the crow, "Come here, or I'll have crow soup today!"

The crow that witnessed Ichiro killing a chicken loves Ichiro very much, and flies to Ichiro's side obediently.

"Quack! Xingjurou's letter and child support!"

Before taking the things down, there was a knock on the door, "Is anyone there? I'm looking for Shitou's child!"

As soon as the crow heard the voice, it flew onto Ichiro's shoulder, "Open the door! Open the door! Open the door!"

Ichiro swept the crow down and opened the door by himself, "What do you want from us?"

Muichiro on the side felt as if he had heard this voice somewhere before, and turned to look at his brother at the door.

"Sorry, you are looking for the wrong person! There are no descendants of the original breath here! Please go back!" After finishing speaking, Ichiro closed the door and ignored the woman outside.

"Brother? The snow outside... is getting bigger and bigger. Is it really good to drive her away?" I looked at the windy weather, and the mountain road in a windy and snowy day was very dangerous.

"Yeah, brother, let her come in to hide from the snow!" Wuichiro wanted to know that familiar voice, and he always felt that there would be some gains in communicating with that person.

"What kind of a good woman is a woman who seeks help from a child, what a powerful descendant of the initial breath, I'm afraid it's an excuse! You are not allowed to talk to her!" Ichiro felt very uncomfortable, one by one...