Everyone in the courtyard looked at each other and was at a loss.

Shang Quanna turned his head and slowly approached my wife Renshan who was lying not far away. Then he held the collar of his back neck with one hand and walked into the room.

"Ga!" The crow who had been flying in the sky screamed, then flapped his wings and landed on Shang Quanna's shoulders, followed him into the house.

My unconscious wife Renshan was dragged into the darkness in the house little by little by little by Shang Quanna with her collar.

On the side, the always steady owner of the house house has long lost his mind.

He thought that the strength test was just a matter of warriors fighting with swords at most.

At most, it’s a sword and a knife fight, and at most it can be bleeding!

But!

That red light! That thunder arc! That roar!

"What are these..." The owner of the Sayashiki family's eyes were dull, and he fell into deep confusion.

After a while, he realized that the confusion in his eyes slowly turned into a strong fear.

Shang Quannai came to find him to form a ghost killing team to kill ghosts. Doesn’t it mean that even a person of his strength cannot kill Wusan?!

In this case... the original Sayashiki tribe member was so terrifying...

The owner of the house house suddenly felt like he fell into an ice cellar, his hands and feet were cold, and he didn't dare to think about it carefully.

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In the doctor's room.

Shang Quanna sat cross-legged in front of the candle alone, the dim candlelight illuminating his tired look.

The crow sat on the table, combing his feathers with his beak.

My wife Renshan lay beside her and fell asleep peacefully.

Shang Quanna glanced at my wife Renshan, sighed secretly inside, and reached out to pick up the diary he wrote when he first came here on the table.

"Can you still go back..."

"Earth…"

Shang Quanna's eyes were dim, and he gently stroked the handwriting written on charcoal with his fingers.

At this time, the crow sitting on the table suddenly stood up, his clear yellow eyes looked in a certain direction, then shouted with his wings and shouted loudly:

"South and South East! South and South East!!"

“The red thing is in the south and south east!!”

Nao Nao was holding his diary, tears flowing silently down the corners of his eyes.

He heard the howl of the crows, subconsciously wiped the corners of his eyes and raised his head.

Looking between south and southeast, look closely and squint.

An extremely small, faint red soul instantly jumped out of the dense white soul and was captured by Shang Quanna.

The red soul...is a ghost!

He glanced at the crow unexpectedly, and the latter was still howling high.

This crow...will not...

Shang Quanna rubbed his temples, and he held up the loud crow with his hands and rubbed the bird's head of the crow.

"Can you see those things?" Naozuna straightened the crow's head and made it look at him: "Can you touch it?"

The slinger flapped his wings and struggling, then opened his mouth and shouted: "Red and white things! Can you see them!"

As he shouted, the crow was silent for a while. He turned his head and stared at Shangquanna holding his hands.

Then quickly stretched out the bird's head! Pecked!

Bang!

Looking at Naozuna's intact hands and red soul, the crow raised his head and looked at Naozuna again: "You can't touch it! You can't touch it!!"

My wife Renshan, who was sleeping beside her, frowned unconsciously and turned over.

Shang Quanna nodded when she heard this and put down the crow.

He could now be sure of the blood of the ghost that the crow touched.

I'm afraid it's my own blood.

I just casually squeezed the crow's body and didn't feel that there was something different from the ordinary crow.

It seems that it only inherits the ability to see the soul?

There is no physical change.

You can't touch the soul either.

With such a little inheritance, I don’t know whether immortality and rebirth are reflected.

However, because he just pinched the crow and found it was a little soft, Shang Quanna did not dare to rashly pull off a crow's leg to see if he would regenerate.

So…

Shang Quanna looked south and east, narrowed her eyes, and observed the motionless red and white soul.

He is the hunting target at night.

...

In the courtyard.

"Accept it!!"

"Bang!"

“Too slow!”

"It hurts..."

Everyone was holding wooden knives and training each other to chop each other under the guidance of the old man.

The strong samurai was standing aside, carefully observing the traces left by the battle of my wife Renshan monk Izuna.

The old man turned around with a smile, looked up at the tall warrior, and asked in an old voice: "How is it."

"If you fight them, what's the outcome? Ayan."

Ayan was silent. He squatted down slowly, touched the edge of the pit on the ground with his hand. Looking at the burning soil, Weng Weng said something:

“Yellow hair…has a chance of winning.”

After hearing the tall warrior's words, everyone in the courtyard stiffened their movements, and the remaining three turned their heads to look at him in horror.

——Is there a chance of winning?!

But after carefully examining the height of the tall warrior and the incredible muscle latitude, they slowly felt relieved.

——Finally, there is a normal person who looks strong but is actually still strong.

Murata and the other two sighed in their hearts.

As for Nao Nao and my wife Renshan, they both look thin and weak, but are actually incredibly perverted!

No! Not a pervert!

It's a monster! Monster!

It's even more like a ghost!

The Murata trio looked at each other and agreed to each other's thoughts.

At this time, the old man's expression also became heavy. He continued to ask Ayan: "Where is the other person?"

Ayan suddenly choked, then stood up and looked at the big hole in the middle of the courtyard with a serious look:

"…Red Knife... will die if it meets it."

He was stunned for a moment, as if he felt that the description was not sufficient, so he continued to add:

"Die...soon."

When Ayan's last syllable fell, the courtyard fell into terrible silence.

Even the old man took a few deep breaths, leaning on a cane, drooping his eyelids and looking into the house.

In the room, the owner of the Maiyashiki family, who was responsible for consolation and supervision, was sweating profusely as they listened to the conversations of these people.

——How could such a person be killed? Wusan!

The owner of the Saiyashiki family smiled on the surface, but cried wildly in his heart.

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To be continued...