Early in the morning.

Time passed quickly, and the sky was already white.

The sunlight slowly illuminates the dim night sky and reflects colorful morning glows in the sky.

Shang Quannai pressed the evil ghost who had lost consciousness, squatted on the eaves, turned his head and squinted his eyes to look at the bright sun.

"It's dawn."

He slowly straightened up, pinched the head of the unconscious ghost, and exposed it completely to the newborn sun.

"Sher—!"

As the sunlight spreads little by little, the evil ghost's body gradually is covered with the hot warm sun, slowly burning with the scorching sound.

The evil ghost's tired eyes slowly opened, and glanced at the sun weakly.

Finally, the whole ghost breathed a sigh of relief and closed his eyes comfortably.

Wow—!

It turned into a black ashes and drifted silently in the early morning dawn.

On the side, the cold was trembling, and the sleepy people leaned together, and their clothes were stained with blood.

They were so tired after swinging the knife that had been sleeping all night.

Shang Quanna rubbed each other's fingers and wiped off the remaining ashes in his hands. He looked at the trembling people in front of him and raised his eyebrows:

"You need to get used to fighting at night as soon as possible. When you encounter ghosts in the future, you will also fight at night most of the time."

"Even if not, those guys will try their best to drag the time to the night."

He knocked the dark tiles on the roof with a bone knife, which made the few people get a little attention back.

"There is another point, remember, this is aftermath!"

Shang Quanna glanced at the listless people in anger. He took a breath of the morning air and took back the bone knife used to suppress the evil ghost.

Take out a heavy bag from the arms of the clothes.

After a little weight, there was a clamor in the bag, filled with the "money" of the currency that was mainly circulated in this era.

The neon in the Heian era did not have its own currency. Most of them used copper coins that were intersected from other countries, also known as "fed money".

He looked down at the amount of copper coins in the bag and threw them into the room behind him where the big hole was broken.

Seeing the copper coin bag falling into the dim wood-room where there was no one around, Shang Quan Nai told everyone behind him without looking back:

"When attacking evil ghosts, if you destroy the houses of civilians or occupy all private belongings of civilians, remember to come to the door to apologize later."

Although, this is a "hidden" work for logistics personnel in the future.

But now, it is beneficial to let them come and build a good relationship with civilians.

A sleepy look appeared on Shang Quanna's face again. He turned his back to everyone, closed his eyes and frowned tightly.

The sleepiness is getting worse and worse.

Must, let them be independent as soon as possible!

“This is a must.”

He opened his eyes, turned his head, and his sharp eyes swept over Murata and the others.

Seeing this, the few people suddenly woke up with sleepy expressions and nodded vigorously.

Seeing that everyone was tired all night and still tense, holding the hilt of the knife, Shang Quanna closed her eyes and smiled:

"Okay, this ghost hunting mission is completed, go back."

As he said that, he jumped towards the street, bent his legs and landed steadily on the bluestone ground.

Click!

When everyone behind him saw it, they all breathed a sigh of relief and followed Shang Quanna to the ground.

After all, if you are still running on the roof during the day, you will be watched.

Thinking of this, Shang Quanna turned her body, looked at the people behind her who rubbed her shoulders and complained, and shouted at Murata, who had pale and weak faces and was floating in the steps:

"Murada!"

Murata was startled and immediately stretched his body. He widened his eyes and looked at Naozuna who was calling his name:

"What! What! What's wrong?!"

He shouted nervously, looking alert and alert, his hand unconsciously placed on the hilt of the knife around his waist.

Nao Nao glanced at Murata's little movements and couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth, but there was still sadness in her eyes when she looked at Murata.

He adjusted his emotions and shouted to Murata as plainly as possible:

"Relax! It's day now!"

As Shang Quannai shouted, a stream of heat turned into visible white mist from his mouth:

"It's cold now. I'll go to Nawu Mountain in a few days and I can take you with me."

Murata looked at Shang Izuna, who was lying on his side and was covered in white mist. His tight muscles slowly relaxed. He slowly raised his head and opened his mouth unconsciously.

A mountain of foggy?

my family…

"Really...really?"

He opened his mouth in disbelief, and the same white mist emerged from his mouth.

Naozuna squinted her eyes kindly and nodded.

"Ha ha ha ha!!"

With joy coming to my heart with the joy of the survivors after the disaster, Murata took a quick breath of excitement, then jumped up and shouted:

"Okay!!!"

Murata looked at the blue and blue sky in surprise, raised his hands high, and kept recalling his mother, father, and sister in his heart.

I'm back soon! Are you doing well?

Everyone else smiled and looked at Murata who was jumping excitedly, as if they were sharing the joy of being about to reunite with their family.

"Hey! Don't be proud of yourself!"

The Fujika Samurai was squeezed aside by Murata who suddenly jumped up, and staggered for a while. He ran over angrily and directly hit Murata with an elbow.

"Well, it made him excited."

The old man patted the shoulder of the samurai warrior on the side and said with a smile.

"Hahahaha! Idiot! This can slip!" The man from Bai Haori stood together, covering his stomach and pointed at the somewhat embarrassed samurai warrior and laughed.

The corner of the Fuji Armor twitched, and the blue veins burst on his forehead. He stared sharply at the white Hayao who was mocking him.

A fist hits quickly!!

"Go to die!!"

"Puho!"

The man from Bai Haori fell to the ground with his eyes turned pale and lost consciousness.

Nao Nao looked at the people who were fighting and making trouble, and then looked at Murata who was ecstatic, feeling a little nervous.

He didn't know how to tell Murata what happened in Sakiyama, and this behavior was quite irresponsible.

However, I didn't know that Murata's family really died in that tide of ghosts.

If you tell Murata directly that his family is dead, it is also an irresponsible behavior.

He was very tangled.

So, just choose to let him take a look at it with his own eyes.

Nao Nao thought, turned around and slowly left along the street amid the sound of playfulness behind him.

...

In the narrow foggy mountains.

Mountainside.

Stove door house.

"Father! It's snowing!!"

The stove door charcoal was wearing a pink kimono, pointing at the delicate snowflakes slowly falling outside the door, and shouting excitedly into the room.

"Sister Ganlu Temple! Come and have a look!"
Chapter completed!