"No, this doesn't seem to be a simple red color."
Because he already had the red sun-chakra sword, Ryuga keenly noticed that the color of these two swords was different from the red swords of the Flame Breathing Swordsman.
The color of these two sun-chakra swords was deeper than normal red.
Rather than red, it was more like hero-colored.
Although the two swords were of the same color, there was still a slight visual difference.
"What kind of Breathing Technique does hero-colored swords correspond to?"
Ryuga fell into deep thought.
He had never heard of a sword with hero-colored swords. Among all the existing Breathing Techniques, only the Flame Breathing Swordsman's sword was red. It was the closest to this color, but there had never been a hero-colored sword.
Perhaps Ryuga hadn't come into contact with information related to hero-colored swords. This was no longer information that an ordinary Ghost Killing Team Swordsman could obtain. Or perhaps there was no essential difference between hero-colored and red. Ryuga's most suitable Breathing Technique was still the Flame Breathing Swordsman … Although he felt that the latter speculation was unlikely.
When he practiced Breathing Techniques, he also felt that the Water Breathing Technique was the easiest to cultivate, while the Flame Breathing Technique was the hardest to cultivate. This in itself already showed that he was compatible with the Breathing Technique.
"Forget it. No matter what color it is, it doesn't matter to me whether it's suitable or not. With my talent, I will definitely create the most suitable Breathing Technique for myself in the future."
Ryuga stopped thinking about this obvious question.
"Swordsman, since you have your own sun-chakra sword, can you return the two swords from before to the Ghost Killing Team?"
The middle-aged woman asked Ryuga. After Ryuga looked over, she further explained, "The sun-chakra sword is also very precious within the Ghost Killing Team. Unless it is broken or lost during a fight with a ghost or something irresistible, we will take back the extra sun-chakra swords and give them to other Swordsmen who are suitable for them."
"Okay, here you go."
Ryuga thought about it and didn't refuse. He returned the green and red swords to the middle-aged woman. In this world without any mysteries, it was impossible to know how he 'picked up' the sun-chakra swords just by looking at them.
Then, he took the two new Sunwheel Blades and left the city, embarking on his journey again.
Zhuo Ya looked at the Sunwheel Blade in his hand and spread his wings. After giving Ryuga the direction of the new mission location, he flew towards the headquarters of the Ghost Killers.
…
Two days later, as the sun was setting, Ryuga arrived at a village on a plain.
This village wasn't very big. Even among all the villages that Ryuga had seen in this era, it was the smallest one. The entire village was no more than 200 meters in radius. It seemed that there were at most 20 households, and the population was no more than 100.
However, according to Zhuo Ya's information, an extremely dangerous evil spirit was hiding in this small village.
So far, two members of the Ghost Killers had come here to investigate, but none of them had returned. Not to mention the swordsman himself, even Zhuo Ya, who had contacted them, had not returned. It was like a stone sinking into the sea, without even a splash.
Under such circumstances, Ryuga walked into the village.
As soon as he walked into the village, Ryuga immediately noticed the strangeness of this place.
The village itself was not lively, but there were nearly 100 people. However, what was surprising was that along the way Ryuga walked, there were almost no people walking outside. It was as if the whole village was dead. There was not even a little sound coming from the households.
Secondly, it was clearly the time when the sun was setting, but there was not even a wisp of black smoke rising from the village. There were more than 20 households, but not a single one of them was cooking.
Then, on the few villagers who were walking outside, Ryuga noticed some even more obvious abnormalities.
Without exception, their faces were very pale. They were as pale as sick patients. They were in a trance and looked dispirited.
When they saw Ryuga, who was obviously an outsider, none of them came forward to ask.
Just these abnormalities on the surface were enough to attract Ryuga's attention.
Ryuga narrowed his eyes. His left index finger unconsciously tapped on the hilt of the sword at his waist. His eyes slowly scanned the surroundings, and a thoughtful look appeared in his eyes.
He walked closer to the surrounding houses and looked through the windows to check the situation in the houses nearby.
In the first house, the whole family was sleeping.
In the second house, they were also sleeping.
In the third and fourth house, they were still sleeping.
After checking seven or eight houses, Ryuga finally realized that most of the people in the village were sleeping.
The few who were awake were sitting by the bed in a daze. Some of them even had silly smiles on their faces as if they had thought of something good, which made their expressions look abnormally stupid.
The reason why this village was in a 'dead' state was because most of the people were sleeping.
However, the sun had not completely set, and night had not arrived yet. How could they have fallen asleep with their families and even the entire village?
If it was only one family who fell asleep at this time, it could be explained away as a difference in their sleep schedule. However, it was quite strange that an entire village fell asleep at this time.
"That … Are you an outsider?"
When Ryuga passed by the door of the last house, a surprised voice came from inside. Then, a young man of about fifteen or sixteen years old walked out.
Ryuga stopped and looked at him.
He looked very ordinary. He was wearing a gray autumn coat and had a kind smile on his face.
"Hello, I'm Murakami."
He looked at the setting sun in the distance and took the initiative to suggest to Ryuga, "It's almost night. Do you want to stay at my house for the night? I've just made dinner. "
He had a very hospitable smile on his face, and there was some expectation in his eyes.
"Okay."
Ryuga raised her eyebrows slightly and responded concisely. Then, she followed behind Murakami and walked into the house.
Zhuo Ya flew in from afar and landed on the roof of the house next to them. His dark eyes were watching Ryuga and Murakami as they walked into the house.
Murakami's house was very spacious.
There were two bedrooms, but he was the only one in the house.
"My parents accidentally encountered bandits when they went out last year, so now I'm the only one at home."
Murakami said as he scooped out a bowl of porridge from the pot and put it on the table, "Have a bowl of porridge. It can warm your body. The weather is still very cold in this season."
As he said that, he opened the cupboard and took out a plate of pickles and two pairs of chopsticks from the chopstick basket.
When she saw him take out the chopsticks, Ryuga narrowed her eyes.
The chopstick basket was made of wood. It was divided into two halves with a wooden board in the middle. It looked like there were two mouths. The outer mouth had four pairs of chopsticks, and the inner mouth only had one pair of chopsticks.
Murakami took out one pair of chopsticks from the outer mouth and the only pair of chopsticks from the inner mouth.
Then, he took out the pair of chopsticks from the inner mouth and put it in front of Ryuga.
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