"Thud..."
After waiting in the ancient temple for almost an hour, the sky was completely dark and the temperature had dropped. Finally, there was the sound of light footsteps from outside the ancient temple.
Ryuga heard the sound and raised her eyebrows. She looked towards the direction of the door.
Not long after, a cowering figure appeared in front of Ryuga.
The person stood at the edge of the door and peeked his head out fearfully. When he saw Ryuga sitting on the floor with nothing to do, his eyes lit up and his cowering expression relaxed. He walked out from the edge of the wall.
Ryuga silently sized him up.
This was a fifteen to sixteen year old young man. He had short blonde hair and a conservative estimate of his height was at least 1.6 meters. He was taller than Ryuga by a head. He was wearing a yellow feather cloth with a triangular pattern. His facial features were not fully developed yet and he looked immature and cowardly.
What was worth mentioning was that for some reason, there were a few bruises on his face. His face was swollen and his face was covered in dirt.
"That... little brother, can I come in and rest for the night?"
The blonde young man let go of his fear and walked in through the half-collapsed wooden door. He looked at Ryuga with anticipation.
How to put it.
Ryuga could tell at a glance that this young man was not a brave person. At least not on the surface.
Liu Xia saw all of his trembling, flinching, and fearful look before he walked into the wooden door.
Even in the middle of the night, even in this world with the existence of man-eating demons, his cowardice was definitely one of the best.
But, if he was not this timid, he would not have come to this ancient temple to seek refuge.
Ryuga's gaze fell on his waist.
As expected, he saw a saber with a yellow hilt in a white scabbard.
"Sure, come in."
Ryuga squinted her eyes and said.
"That's great! Thank you, little brother! "
When the golden-haired young man heard this, his face immediately revealed a look of surprise and relief. He walked into the ancient temple.
"My name is my wife, Shan Yi. What about you, little brother?"
The golden-haired young man who called himself My Wife Shan Yi came to the bonfire and sat down cross-legged. He placed his hand beside the fire to dispel the chill on his body and smiled happily at Ryuga.
"Ryuga, Kurumo Ryuga."
Ryuga answered in silence. She then asked nonchalantly, "Are you also here to participate in tomorrow's final selection?"
"That's right … Actually, I didn't want to come at all, but Grandpa beat me up, so I had no choice but to come …"
The golden-haired youth seemed to have thought of something when he heard this, and he immediately revealed an autistic expression.
No wonder his face was swollen and covered in dirt.
However, my wife, Shan Yi, immediately revealed a shocked expression and looked at Ryuga. "Wait a minute, Ryuga, are you also here to participate in the final selection? How old are you? Who's your trainer? You're even crueler than my grandpa! "
She was so friendly, calling out someone's name as soon as she opened her mouth. However, people like this were usually very simple and not so scheming.
"I'm 11, and I don't have a trainer."
Ryuga said calmly, "I haven't been trained by a trainer, and I don't know the breathing technique."
The so-called [Trainers] were the people who trained the candidate swordsmen for the Ghost Killers. They took in orphans and taught the orphans how to kill ghosts. When the orphans grew up and learned the skills, they would be able to participate in the final selection.
Trainers were usually veterans who had retired from the Grand Murder Team. They were no longer as strong as they had been when they were younger, but they were still skilled in killing ghosts. Therefore, they were responsible for providing fresh blood for the Grand Murder Team.
Ryuga had just arrived in this world. Even the information about ghosts and the Great Satan Team was obtained through the [Anonymous Spirit Base]. Of course, she didn't have a trainer.
"11 years old?! You don't have a trainer, and you don't know the breathing technique?! "
My wife, Shan Yi, opened her eyes wide as if she had seen a ghost. "Then why are you participating in the final selection? If you don't even know the breathing technique, you won't be able to fight ghosts. You'll only be killed and eaten by ghosts in the end! "
What a sensible young man.
As soon as Ryuga threw out the question, he was smart enough to answer it.
Of course, Ryuga still planned to use the "pitiful tactic." The [Anonymous Spirit Base] gave her the identity that "his parents and family were all killed by ghosts". It couldn't be easier to win the sympathy of this simple-minded young man —
However, just as she was about to throw out this identity, both of them changed their expressions.
"Pah!"
Outside the ancient temple, there came another series of footsteps.
Unlike the footsteps of my wife, Shan Yi, who was careful and timid, this time, the footsteps were heavy and loud.
Both of them had better hearing than ordinary people. They immediately recognized the abnormality in the footsteps.
"Lucky, lucky! I didn't expect to see two young people with tender skin in this wilderness! Looks like I can have a good meal tonight! Hahahahaha …! "
The footsteps outside the door were getting closer and closer. At the same time, the other party's greedy and surprised laughter sounded.
Liu Xia looked at the bonfire beside her and understood what was going on.
It seemed that in this deserted night in the mountains, it would not only attract passers-by, but also man-eating ghosts.
However, this guy's luck was really bad.
This was the mountain near Mount Fuji. The final selection would be held in the morning tomorrow. Not to mention that there might be swordsmen from the Ghost Killer Team patrolling around here, even the reserve swordsmen who came to participate in the final selection tomorrow should be around by now. This kind of evil ghost would not be able to survive here.
Alright, let me see the subtlety of the Ghost Killers' special breathing technique.
Ryuga thought as he looked at my wife, Shan Yi, who was beside him.
Then, he became silent.
The blonde young man beside him was already pale. His legs were trembling, and he looked like he was severely frightened. Not to mention holding the sword, it seemed like he could not even stand properly.
This guy … Isn't he too cowardly?
An invisible question mark appeared on Ryuga's head.
"Clang!"
It was unknown when the footsteps at the door stopped. Instead, it was replaced by a loud clatter that tested one's mental fortitude in the dark night. The half-collapsed wooden door of the ancient temple was violently dismantled by the other party, completely losing its lifespan.
At the same time, the figure of the other party was imprinted in Ryuga and my wife, Shan Yi's eyes.
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