Eighth Crown

"clatter…"

After waiting in the ancient temple for nearly an hour, when the sky was completely dark and even the temperature dropped sharply, there were finally light footsteps outside the ancient temple.

Liu Xia raised her brows slightly when she heard the voice, and looked towards the door.

Not long after, a timid figure appeared in front of Liu Xia.

The other party stood on the edge of the door, and at first he stuck out his head tremblingly. After seeing Liu Xia sitting on the floor doing nothing inside, his eyes suddenly lit up, and the expression of shrinking was relaxed, and the whole person walked from the door wall The edge came out.

Liu Xia looked at each other silently.

This is a boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old, with short and medium blond hair, and his height is conservatively estimated to be over 1.6 meters, a head taller than Liu Xia. Opened, with a childish and nine-point wincing.

It is worth mentioning that, for some unknown reason, there were several marks of being beaten on his face, and his face was bruised and bruised.

"That... little brother, can I come in for a night's rest?"

The blond boy let go of the fear he had created for some reason, walked in through the half-collapsed wooden door, and cast a look of hope at Liu Xia.

how to say.

Liu Xia could see at a glance that this young man was not a brave person, at least not on the surface.

Before entering the wooden door, the trembling, timid and fearful expressions were all seen by Liu Xia.

Even in the dark night, even in this world where man-eating evil spirits exist, his cowardice performance is definitely one of the best.

However, if there is no such level of cowardice, it is not necessary to seek shelter in such ancient temples at night.

Lucia's gaze fell on his waist.

Unsurprisingly, I saw a knife with a yellow handle and a white scabbard.

"Okay, come in."

Liu Xia narrowed her eyes and said.

"That's great! Thank you, little brother!"

Hearing this, the blond boy walked into the ancient temple with a look of surprise and reassurance on his face.

"My name is my wife Shanyi, little brother, how about you?"

The blond boy who claimed to be my wife Shanyi came to the fire, sat down cross-legged, put his hand beside the fire to dispel the chill from his body, and showed a happy smile to Liu Xia.

"Liuxia, Cangmimu Liuxia."

While replying silently, Liu Xia asked indifferently, "You are also here to participate in the final selection tomorrow?"

"That's right...Actually, I didn't want to come at all, but my grandfather beat me out, so I didn't want to come..."

When the blond boy heard the words, he didn't know what he remembered, and suddenly showed an autistic expression.

No wonder he had a blue nose and a swollen face and a gray face.

But then, my wife Shanyi showed a very surprised look and cast a surprised look at Liu Xia, "Wait a minute, Liu Xia, are you also here to participate in the final selection? How old are you? Who is the trainer? My grandfather is still cruel!"

It's really familiar, and he calls others' names as soon as he opens his mouth. However, such people are generally very simple and do not have so much scheming.

"At 11, I don't have a nurturing teacher."

Liu Xia said indifferently: "I have not been trained by a trainer, and I don't know how to breathe."

The so-called "trainer" refers to the person who trains candidate swordsmen for the ghost killing team. By taking in orphans, etc., they teach these orphans the skills of killing ghosts. When they grow up and learn the skills, they can come Participate in the final selection.

Nurturers are generally old people who have retired from the ghost killing team. Although their strength has declined due to their age, they are not as strong as when they were young, but they are still proficient in killing ghosts. Therefore, they take on the role of providing fresh blood to the ghost killing team. responsibility.

Liu Xia just came to this world today, and even the information about ghosts and ghost killing teams was obtained through [Anonymous Lingji], of course there is no trainer.

"11 years old!? No trainer, no breathing technique!?"

My wife Zenitsu's eyes widened, with a ghost-like expression, "Then why did you come to participate in the final selection? If you don't even know how to breathe, it is impossible to fight a ghost, and you will only be killed by a ghost in the end. Just eat it!"

Really good boy.

As soon as Liu Xia threw the question, he took it up very wisely.

Of course, Liu Xia still intends to use the 'tragedy tactic', and the identity and background that [Anonymous Lingji] gave him 'the parents and family were killed by ghosts' can be used completely, and it is simply impossible to use it to win the sympathy of such a simple-minded young man. Simple but-

It's just that when he was about to throw this identity out, the expressions of the two changed at the same time.

"Snapped!"

Outside the ancient temple, there was a sound of footsteps again.

Different from the cautious footsteps of my wife, Shanyi, who were timid and timid to the point of being too light, this time the footsteps were very heavy and loud.

The hearing of the two is far beyond ordinary people, and they immediately heard the abnormality in the footsteps.

"I'm lucky! I didn't expect to see two young people with thin skin and tender meat in this kind of wilderness! It seems that I can have a full meal tonight! Hahahahaha...!"

The sound of footsteps outside the door was getting closer, and at the same time, there was the other party's laughter full of greed and surprise.

Liu Xia looked at the fire beside him, and knew it in his heart.

It seems that in this sparsely populated night in the mountains, not only passers-by can be attracted, but there may also be man-eating evil spirits.

But this guy's luck is really bad enough.

This is in the mountains close to Mt. Fujii, and the final selection will be held in the daytime tomorrow. Not to mention that there may be swordsmen from the Ghost Killing Team patrolling around here. Even the candidate swordsmen who come to participate in the final selection tomorrow should be done now. Almost to the surrounding area, it is impossible for such an evil ghost to survive here.

Alright, let me see the subtlety of breathing that is unique to the Ghost Slayer—

While thinking so, Liu Xia looked at my wife, Zenitsu, who was beside her.

Then, he was silent.

The blond boy beside him was already pale, fighting with two arms, as if he was severely frightened, not to mention holding a knife, as if he could not even stand.

This guy...isn't he too timid?

An invisible question mark appeared on Liu Xia's forehead.

"Clang!"

The footsteps at the door do not know when to stop, replaced by a loud clanging sound in the dark night, which is a test of people's psychological quality. The half-collapsed wooden door of the ancient temple was violently demolished by the other party, completely lost. life.

At the same time, the figure of the other party was also imprinted into the eyes of Liu Xia and my wife Zenitsu.