"My house is a little shabby. Only this dish of pickled vegetables can go with rice. I hope you don't mind."
As Murakami said so, he took out the pair of chopsticks from the mouth of the chopstick holder and put it in front of Ryuga. He said eagerly, "Okay, please have some porridge."
His tone was very hospitable.
But in Ryuga's eyes, it was proof that he was up to no good.
"Porridge is fine."
Ryuga replied indifferently, "Give me your chopsticks, and I'll give you mine."
He didn't even touch the pair of chopsticks in front of him. His suspicion of Murakami was obvious.
"Eh?"
Murakami was obviously stiff there, and the smile on his face became forced. "Why did you suddenly say this?"
"Let's exchange."
Ryuga made a very impolite statement to Murakami. "Or, is there actually a special mechanism on the chopsticks?"
If it were someone else, he might not show his suspicion of Murakami so blatantly. After all, he kindly invited him to stay for the night and dinner. It would be somewhat inappropriate to suspect others.
But Ryuga never had that kind of taboo in his heart. As long as he had doubts, he would never compromise. He would only pick it out at the most appropriate time. In his heart, there was never such a thing as kindness.
He would never joke about his own safety.
"Of … of course not!"
Murakami's expression suddenly became nervous, and even his tone became uncertain. "I … I know. You just need to exchange the chopsticks, right?"
Murakami said so and handed the chopsticks in his hand to Ryuga.
Then, in the next moment, his movement of passing the chopsticks suddenly accelerated, and the tip of the chopsticks pierced Ryuga's throat —
"Bang!"
However, Ryuga's reaction was much faster than he imagined. The moment he stabbed the chopsticks in his hand, Ryuga also kicked his left leg with his right foot. His legs bent uncontrollably, and his whole body fell to the ground.
"Crack —"
The moment he fell to the ground, Ryuga stepped on his back and pinned him to the ground. At the same time, she stretched out her hands and broke the bones in his arms with a crisp sound.
"Ahhhhh —"
Murakami suddenly screamed.
"Shut up and tell me what's going on with this village."
Ryuga stomped down again, causing his chest to feel stuffy and his breathing to be obstructed. His screams came to an abrupt end and he started coughing unconsciously. Ryuga then said coldly, "If you don't tell me, I don't mind breaking all the bones in your body."
Murakami clenched his teeth. His face was dejected as he faced the ground.
"… I can't say."
Murakami endured the pain of his broken arms. Although his face was pale, there was no sign of surrender on his face. "If I say it … my brother will definitely be killed by that man!"
Was his family being held hostage?
Ryuga nodded and understood the situation.
"But what does this have to do with me?"
But his face didn't show the slightest pity for this pair of brothers. He still said indifferently, "Tell me what's going on here. If you don't say it, I'll find your brother now and kill him."
"No!"
Murakami's face suddenly changed. There was obvious panic in his tone.
"Then say it."
Ryuga stomped down again, making him groan in pain again. "Don't make me repeat it a third time."
"… I know. I'll say it."
Murakami lay on the ground. He hesitated for a while before he helplessly said, "There's a very scary man hiding in our village."
"That man is very scary. He has the ability to control dreams. He uses that ability to control everyone in this village. No one dares to, and no one is willing to resist him."
"According to the people who came here twice and wore the same clothes as you, they call this kind of existence 'ghost' … My brother is being controlled by him."
The ability to control dreams.
Was it a ghost with the Blood Ghost Technique?
"Where is that ghost now?"
Ryuga asked Murakami again.
"I don't know."
The village head faced the ground and said in a low, muffled voice, "He has never shown his face. Even when he asked me to deal with people like you in the past, he asked others to pass the message to me. If I don't do well, he will punish my brother."
So that was it.
It seemed that he was a very cautious ghost.
He didn't take the initiative to show up in front of the villagers. Even the members of the Ghost Killer Team who were attracted by him were dealt with by ordinary people. He didn't show any trace of his whereabouts, so people couldn't find his location.
From the looks of it, it would take a lot more effort to find him.
"How did you deal with the members of the Ghost Killer Team? Where are the two people who came here before? And, how does that ghost control dreams? "
"That man gave me a pair of special chopsticks. As long as someone touches the chopsticks, that person will fall into a coma … I don't know how he controls it because I've never seen him."
"As for the two people who came here before … One is dead, and the other —"
When talking about the other two members of the Ghost Killer Team, Murakami's tone became obviously hesitant, as if there was a ghost in his heart.
And at this moment —
"Dong!"
"Dong!"
"Dong!"
From outside the house, there was a faint rumbling sound caused by a huge creature walking on the ground. The porridge bowl on the table in the house also trembled slightly, causing ripples to appear in the thick porridge soup.
"The aura of a ghost?"
Ryuga raised her eyebrows and looked outside the house.
After seeing many ghosts, Ryuga found that most of these ghosts had an aura of decay that was different from that of ordinary people. Although this aura was not obvious, the swordsmen of the Ghost Killer Team were very sensitive to this kind of aura.
Ryuga let Murakami go for the time being and turned to walk out of the house.
Behind her, Murakami's expression changed the moment he heard the sound. Ignoring the pain in his arms, he quickly got up and followed Ryuga out of the house.
Outside the house.
Because of the delay in Murakami's house, the sun had already set in the west mountains, and the earth was dominated by the night again.
And in such a night, the figure of a strange ghost was wandering on the dirt road of the village.
It was on all fours, and its posture was like a beast. The bones of its face were very prominent, and its mouth was tightly pursed. Its lips were almost to the root, and its five fingers were like webbing, connecting the fingers.
It looked like a huge toad, and its throat was moving as it breathed.
"Human? Delicious! Eat it! "
After this toad-like ghost saw Ryuga coming out of the house, its eyes moved in the opposite direction in violation of the rules of human eye movement, and a very simple and happy smile appeared on its face.
Then, it opened its mouth wide, and a scarlet tongue came out of its mouth, rolling in the direction of Ryuga.
Ryuga frowned slightly.
This ghost's strength was not strong. At most, it was at the level of the Hand Ghost in the final selection. But what surprised him was that this ghost did not seem to have much wisdom.
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