Zhao Chan jogged all the way and passed Xizhao Inn.
The heavy-chested landlady was sitting with a foreign man he had never seen before, and shouted loudly: "Little toad, I didn't ask you to help me today, where were you?"
Zhao Chan stopped and whispered softly: "Hello, Sister Wan'er, go to the Demon Slayer Division."
"What are you doing in that damn place?"
"A neighbor found me a job."
The landlady is not beautiful, but her crushing breasts and flaming red lips are eye-catching.
Zhao Chan's eyes were pure and clear, without any emotion.
"Who's on duty today?"
"Brother Wang Huanwang."
"He. Go ahead and come back to my place for dinner."
"Sister Wan'er..."
"Mother-in-law, sister Wan'er is worthy of your pair of chopsticks."
"Okay." Zhao Chan smiled, which was extremely rare.
Seeing the young man running quickly towards the Demon Slayer Division, the red-lipped proprietress deliberately bumped her chest and introduced the stranger with a sword mark on his forehead: "He is the Zhao Chan I mentioned to you. My parents unfortunately died of illness about six years ago. , leaving only a dilapidated ancestral house. Seeing how pitiful he was, I often asked him to work part-time in the inn."
The outsider knew what she was going to say next, and spoke sternly: "The quota has been promised to Zhou Sheng's grandson a long time ago. That boy is a blessed person. Countless blessings will come to him even if he is lying around doing nothing. I understand you. I have an idea, now that I can go back, I want Zhao Chan to explore the way for you..."
"Help me once?" Sister Wan'er tried.
The foreigner estimated his age to be in his early thirties and said calmly: "I can't make the decision."
"Oh, don't say all you have to say, give me some face." Sister Wan'er rubbed her breasts against the stranger.
The stranger avoided the increasingly charming landlady: "I advise you to have some conscience."
She puffed up her chest and said, "Hey, A Ping, why do I have no conscience? You see, I have a very big conscience."
The proprietress glanced at Zhao Chan's retreating figure, her red lips twitched, and she whispered: "You and I know the situation in this town well, it's just a child who must die... Besides, I treat him very well... If If you leave now, you can live longer."
Clouds with abundant rain came without any warning from the northwest of Youju Town.
The stranger looked deeply at the proud-breasted landlady and said helplessly: "You still don't repent."
After that, he walked towards the clouds.
The proprietress shouted: "Aping, I wish you a safe journey! Remember to go home for dinner!"
A Ping was too lazy to talk to her.
She raised her head and looked at the four characters "Xizhao Inn" for a while. There was a moldy sore on the corner of the plaque, and she returned to the living room muttering to herself.
The Demon Slayer Division is not only unattractive, but also extremely downtrodden. Moss grows on the walls of the house he rents.
Someone had already been waiting in front of the door with a sword. Diaoer Langdang was holding a grass root in his mouth, and his cloak with several holes in it was hanging limply on his back. He looked at Zhao Chan who was approaching, threw the iron sword to him, pointed at it and placed it at the door. bamboo basket.
The iron sword is very heavy, about forty pounds, but it doesn't matter to Zhao Chan who walks through the mountains and forests to collect paint. He carries the sword easily and picks up a bamboo basket with a stack of yellow talismans: "Yes..."
"Did Captain Sun call you here?" Wang Huan asked.
Zhao Chan tentatively said, "Yeah. Brother Wang, is it fifteen pieces?"
"If you are willing to join the Demon Slayer Division, thirty coins, would you consider it?" Wang Huan looked at Zhao Chan admiringly, spoke seductively, and spat out the weed in his mouth.
"I've heard about Lao Liu. We demon slayers don't dare to go there alone in the bad land of Evil Man Mountain. It would be better for Lao Liu... Then again, you kid can grab some bones for Lao Liu all by yourself. If you are brave, you will be lucky. Don't think about it. Join the Demon Slayer Division. I can't guarantee anything else. It's not difficult to buy a good coffin."
"Captain Sun begged me again and again to accept his son into the Demon Slayer Division, but I refused. Do you know why?"
"I don't understand." Zhao Chan whispered.
"What does the Demon Slayer Department do?" Wang Huan looked unkempt and unkempt.
"Slay demons wherever there are demons, and destroy demons wherever there are demons."
"That's not it."
Zhao Chan carried a sword on his back and a bamboo basket on his shoulder. He walked briskly and followed Wang Huan. The two men, one large and one small, walked out of the town. The young man said honestly: "I don't know."
"Hey." Wang Huan straightened his cloak, as if he had been waiting for this moment, and raised his voice, "The Demon Slayer Division is responsible for slaying demons and killing demons, and it is to protect the people's safety. Being admitted by the Demon Slayer Division Most of the people on the wall are simple-minded and dedicated to serving the people."
"Sun He is just like his father. He is unreliable, unjust and ambitious. If such a person joins the Demon Slayer Division, wouldn't he become a demon in human skin? He specializes in doing things that harm the people..."
"You are different!"
He said solemnly: "You have struggled to survive these years without losing a humble heart. This is called the bottom line. In order to survive, you have to work hard as a paint picker. This is a method. The Demon Slayer Division wants someone like you. People. Protecting the people and slaying demons are great undertakings, and they must be both kind and ruthless."
"Brother Wang, I, I..."
"If you have something to say, say it. Don't hesitate."
Zhao Chan said: "Let me buy a coffin for Old Liu to bury him in peace first, okay?"
"What's there to hesitate about?"
"I'm afraid of death." Zhao Chan whispered, "My parents...before I left, they gave me countless instructions to let me live well."
There were 17 people in the town's Demon Slaying Department last year, but this year there are only ten left.
Wang Huan smiled bitterly: "When slaying demons, the reason why we demon slayers need to bring a paid auxiliary, not to mention helping the demon slayers to do small things within our ability, the real purpose is to select people, the whole wandering town, I Choose here and there with your eyes wide open, only you are the most suitable. Forget it, you can't force anything."
Zhao Chan hesitated to speak.
Youju Town is sandwiched between Qingmeng Mountain and Sanshui Mountain, surrounded by fertile fields and gurgling water.
The town is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and all the Feng Shui masters who pass by it say that this place has an aura of wealth and nobility.
A group of business travelers were in a hurry. It happened that someone who had been escorted by Wang Huan waved and shouted: "Brother Wang, where is the demon trouble again?"
"Something happened in Shanniu Village. Let's go and take a look."
"It's definitely not a small matter for you to go there in person."
Wang Huan sighed: "Every time there is a monster attack, it is no small matter. You should pay more attention when you go out."
"Thank you, Brother Wang, for reminding us that the caravan has hired some heroes to escort us all the way. How dare the monsters and bandits dare to show off their evil in front of us!"
Another troupe hurriedly rushed towards the town.
Wang Huan stood on the roadside and looked at the dusty troupe.
Zhao Chan noticed that among the troupe, there were two girls in white and green, who were as beautiful as fairies. The girl in green was about the same age as him.
Shanniu Village is located ten miles northeast of Youju Town, at the foot of a mountain. There are large pine forests on the mountain, with strong winds and waves of pine waves. According to the census statistics in the town, there are a total of eighty-nine households of villagers.
Wang Huan turned around and glanced, saying contemptuously: "Sneaky."
Sun He followed them from a distance, thinking that his clothes were perfect.
There are villagers waiting outside the village.
The old man had white beard and hair and a strong body. When he saw that the person coming was Wang Huan, who was wearing a torn cloak and an unshaven beard, his cloudy and numb eyes suddenly shone brightly.
The other man was probably in his twenties, wearing patched peasant clothes and had a strong face.
"Oh my God! The villagers are saved! It's Wang Lishi!" The old man rushed forward and held Wang Huan's hand. "That monster was so cruel. He killed Gouzi, Liu Si'er, Song Da, Zhao Feng and other sixteen people. They were kidnapped and cooked to death! They were stabbed a thousand times, but when the villagers rushed there, they only found some overripe bits and pieces!"
Speaking of this, he beat his chest and felt heartbroken.
"Old Zhang Li, since I'm here, I must give an explanation to the folks." Wang Huan knew the old man and said without a doubt, "Whenever there is a demon problem, the Demon Slayer Department will definitely eliminate the evil! No one will let go of the troubled demon! Take me there. Look at the bits and pieces you found.”
"Hey, Wang Lishi, please come with me." Mr. Li shook his head and sighed.
Looking from here, the mountain covered with green pines looks like a lying cow.
"Who is this……"
Mr. Li looked at the young man.
Wang Huan introduced: "His name is Zhao Chan, and he is my auxiliary soldier who will slay demons and eliminate demons."
"It's not easy to make money as an auxiliary soldier," the old man said with emotion.
Although the auxiliary soldiers work for the demon slayers and do not face the demons directly, there are exceptions. Over the years, there are not more than 20 auxiliary soldiers who have died at the hands of the demons.
The next moment, the old man pulled over a farm man and said, "Wang Lishi, he is Song Er, the one who first discovered that Song Da was missing!"
Wang Huan looked at it for a few times and said, "I'll talk about it after seeing what you picked up."
"Yes Yes Yes."
Sun He, who had been chasing quietly, watched a few people enter Shanniu Village and hid behind a tree and muttered.
Upon hearing that Wang Lishi from the Demon Slayer Division of Youju Town had arrived, the villagers left their homes one after another.
Everyone looked expectantly and looked nervous.
Who doesn’t know that Wang Lishi is one of the top experts in the town’s Demon Slayer Department?
Monsters were no strangers to them. However, this was the first time they encountered a monster that kidnapped people and cooked them to death without anyone noticing, causing every household to panic.
The demon also had a huge appetite and ate sixteen people at one time!
God knows how many people will be eaten next time I’m hungry?
"Wang Lishi, please come this way."
Entered a farmhouse.
The crying continued.
There was a table covered with white cloth in front of the house.
"Wang Lishi, all the bits and pieces we can find are under the white cloth." Mr. Li pointed.
Wang Huan said to Zhao Chan: "Take off the cloth."
Put down the bamboo basket filled with yellow charms.
When he saw the so-called "bits and pieces" he had found, Zhao Chan clenched his fists.
Large or small pieces of cooked meat, with traces of gnawing left, and other fragments, probably the remains of internal organs. It is impossible to tell which parts they are, and it is even harder to know who these fragments belong to...
Wang Huan looked at the fragments and said: "This time there is a demon attack, the villagers don't have to worry. I'm here and the demon will die."
Mr. Li had suppressed his anger. Now that Wang Lishi was backing him, he immediately shouted angrily: "Tooth for tooth! Blood for blood!"
"Yes! Tooth for tooth! Blood for blood!" Song Er waved his fist and said loudly.
Wang Huan had long lost the carefree attitude he had when he met Zhao Chan, and his expression was both resentful and pitiful.
There are countless monsters in the world, but our human race has more numbers. Sooner or later, we will kill all the monsters and restore peace to all people!
The old man recounted the scene at that time.
After hearing this, Wang Huan glared angrily and gnashed his teeth: "That's unreasonable! If I don't kill this demon, Wang will kill the demon in vain!"
Song Er also chimed in: "God damn the monster!"
"Your brother died at the mouth of a demon, why can't I feel sadness from you?" Wang Huan asked him as soon as the words changed.
"me……"
"He and Song Da didn't get along. It's true that they were brothers, but in order to divide the family property, they went crazy. Song Da's disappearance was only discovered when he came to the house to make trouble." Mr. Li explained, "This matter, The folks all know it."
"I hate the monster so much!" Song Er argued, "My father was injured while fighting the monster. Although he survived by luck, the injury took a long time to heal. He couldn't hold on until he left in September last year. I hate the monster. Gritting my teeth!!"
Mr. Li tugged Song Er's arm: "No need to talk too much, Wang Lishi has his own plans."
Wang Huan ignored him and walked out with Zhao Chan, saying, "Go to the place where the demon cooked people, and I will use the demon search talisman to search for traces of the demon."
"I'll lead the way!" Song Er held out his chest and recommended himself.
The villagers found suonas, gongs and drums, played winds and beats, and sent them off to the mountains behind the village as if they were relatives.
Sun He hid in the crowd and kept his eyes wide open, carefully observing Zhao Chan who was carrying the iron sword. Even though Zhao Chan had already noticed him, he still looked him up and down.
He simply ran to him and said secretly: "When you make money, don't forget to give me the treasure book!"
"remember."
Since I followed all the way and found no clues about the treasure book, I wanted to go back to the town quickly and stay away from the right and wrong places where demons infested.
only.
As soon as Song Er, Wang Huan, and Zhao Chan left, the village suddenly became foggy. The fog penetrated into every corner and was so thick that it could not be dissolved.
Sun He, who immediately walked to the end of the village, was surprised to find that he was back in the village again.
The stench of the mist made him sick to his stomach, and he ran like crazy towards the village, sweating profusely. The village entrance, which he should have reached in just a few steps, could not be seen or touched.
In my ears, I could vaguely hear the suona and gongs played by the villagers, as if they were welcoming the bride.
