I Have Been In the Demon Slayer Division For 30 Years Chapter 42

　　 The bonfire is fierce.

　　 Du did not care about baking clothes, first took out the half-damp books, and then baked them.

　　 One of the "Xing Zhe Shuo" printed by Zhuang Yuan Tang attracted the attention of Zhou Yi.

　　Zhuangyuantang settles more than one thousand two edition fees every month, which makes Zhouyi's life in Kyoto very moist.

　　 Zhou Yi got up and leaned over, and asked with a smile.

　　 "Master Du, I'm from Luojing, did any torturers in Hengyang say it?"

　　 "Ah! Yes, you are?"

　　 Du Si devoted himself to baking the book, and when he heard the voice he raised his head to look at Zhou Yi, his face was delicate, and he had the elegant temperament of a scholar.

　　 "Zhouyi, a native of Zhoujia Village in Hengyang, went back to the hometown to visit relatives."

　　 Zhou Yi leaned forward on his own, picked up the fire with a branch, and melted in the extremely real fire, and the temperature immediately rose a lot.

　　 "Zhoujiacun...never heard of it."

　　 Du Si heard that it was a fellow villager, and couldn't help but be close, and said: "This book sells very well. My father specially ordered it from the champion hall and told me to carry it with me, saying it can ward off evil spirits."

　　 "Horse away evil spirits? Haha, my father is right!"

　　 Zhouyi laughed and said: "There are many simple and easy-to-use native methods in the book, which can save a lot of trouble when you go out."

　　 "The lay layman Liuquan who wrote the book must be a strange man. The legend says that there is a great scholar of virtue in Jixia Academy."

　　 Du Si cautiously toasted the books, admiringly said: "When you arrive in the capital, you must come to visit."

　　 At this time, the business chief who had been secretly following saw "Xing Zhe Shuo" and even came over.

　　 "Master Du, we heard that it was a book written by a god, just to save suffering."

　　 The headman took out a roll of red cloth from his arms, with a few pages of paper in it: "Before going out this time, I specially spent money to ask Mr., and copied what the **** said."

　　 wrote on the paper that the torturer said at the end of each story, that there are mantras to persuade people to stay away from demons, to identify demons, and to calm down and refuse temptation.

　　 Zhou Yi asked: "Does the above method work? I will also bring a copy next time I go out."

　　 "Useful and useful! Last time I went to Jinxian, passing by the mass graves and hitting the ghost wall, I went around and couldn't get out. In the end, the Erdan boy had a pee."

　　 The head man shouted to one of his partners: "Erdan, you have to protect yourself. One day the boy will stop urinating and kill everyone."

　　 Erdan mumbled: "I'm still looking for a daughter-in-law!"

"Hahaha…"

　　 There was a series of laughs from his companions. Someone joked that he went to the county town and took the second egg to break the boy's body.

　　 Zhouyi also laughed along with it, without demeanor, it was joy from the heart.

　　All the way since Luojing, I have seen and heard tragedies. Ordinary people are like cows and sheep waiting to be slaughtered in front of demons, and they will inevitably feel gloomy in their hearts.

　　 Now there is a book, a few sheets of paper, and my mind is as bright as the moon.

　　 Although it can't save the world from the difficulties, it has done some useful things for the human race.

　　 The wind and cold rain outside the mountain temple, the temple is warm and cheerful, I heard that Zhou Yi came from Kyoto, so he booed and told him to talk about Luojing's prosperity.

　　 Zhouyi was just about to open his mouth. After recollecting it, I discovered that after living in Luojing for nearly two years, every day except for being on duty, I went home to copy the scriptures. It was similar to the life of a former otaku.

　　 Is it possible to talk about the dancing of the girls in the Chunfeng Tower, which is detrimental to the elegant image...

　　 "Luojing has many people and many cars. It is no different from an ordinary county town. It's better to tell a story that I heard."

　　 Zhouyi changed the subject, flashing countless demons and ghosts in his mind, and slowly said: "There is Uncle Song in Nanyang County. He ran into a ghost at night. He asked who the ghost was..."

　　 "...Uncle Song bit the tip of his tongue, spit Yang blood on the ghost, and took it to the Demon Slayer Siyamen to receive two rewards."

　　 Barren hills, old forests.

　　Broken temple, rain at night.

　　 Bonfire, ghost story.

　　 Xingshang, Du Si and others did not dare to breathe, and it was not until the end of the story that they let out a long sigh of relief.

　　 Du Si admired: "Bo Song is bold and wise, playing with ghosts in the palm of his hand, amazing!"

　　 "It turns out that ghosts are afraid of blood on the tip of their tongues, so they need to practice on weekdays, so that they won't be able to break through the pain if they encounter ghosts."

　　The merchant chief murmured: "If you catch a ghost, don't kill it. You can send it to the Demon Slayer to receive a reward!"

　　 "Mr. Zhou, one more talk, it sounds better than that of the storyteller."

　　 "The storytellers are all the same story, modify and modify the torturer's story, and swindle money as a new story."

　　The novelty that the traders listened to, they all booed.

　　 Zhouyi smiled, planning to tell a scary horror story, so the atmosphere should not be wasted.

　　 The door of the Mountain Temple opened at some point.

　　 The mountain breeze came in, and the flames danced vigorously.

　　 A merchant got up to close the door, and found a figure squatting outside the temple gate.

　　 The flames shined, and the figure was clearly seen, she was a beautiful young woman.

　　 was soaked all over her body, her thin clothes clinging to her skin, her arms trembling around her chest, she could see a touch of whiteness.

　　 rumbling —

　　 Lightning and thunder, the wind and rain are rushing, and the cold complexion of the woman turns blue.

"Who are you?"

　　 The merchant took a step back, and subconsciously pressed the hatchet on his waist.

　　 "The little girl is the daughter of the Huang family in Guning County. She lost her way in the mountains and caught heavy rain again..."

　　 Shang Shang was about to speak, the headman stood up and patted him on the shoulder three times, and said loudly: "If you don't like Miss Huang, come in for shelter from the rain and roast yourself."

　　 "Thank you, old man!"

　　 The woman got up and walked into the temple. She trembled as she walked, and the graceful curve trembled, attracting the attention of the traders.

　　 The woman walked up to Du Si and sat down, pulled her clothes apart and burned her, revealing a lot of springtime.

　　 Du Si frowned, glanced away from her face.

　　 The headman took out a bamboo tube from his suitcase and said with a smile: "Girl, this is my own rice wine. It's cold and warm."

　　 "The old man is really a good man, I will repay you well."

　　 The woman's voice was vague, falling into her ears like a bug crawling, making her itchy.

　　 gently unscrewed the bamboo tube, raised his head and took a sip.

　　 The slender white jade neck slowly gave birth to a layer of white hair. UU reading www.uukanshu.cóm

　　 held the slender fingers of the bamboo tube and turned into white hairy claws.

　　 "Do it!"

　　 The headman yelled violently, drew his hatchet abruptly and slashed at the woman.

　　The actions of other traders are surprisingly consistent, and they have obviously received some kind of signal, and they are ready for the ambush.

　　 Five sharp hatchets and two sharp spears hit the woman back and forth.

"what!"

　　 The woman screamed, she had several holes in her body, and no blood was seen.

　　噗呲! Pouch!

　　 The sound of air leakage from the bellows sounded, leaving only a crumpled human skin on the spot.

　　 The white-haired weasel, which is more than three feet long, broke through the human skin's back and fled the mountain temple with a brush, leaving a series of blood stains on the ground.

　　 "She, she, she is... a monster!"

　　 Du Si's eyes were straight, and he looked shocked and afraid.

　　 Zhou Yi pursed his lips and chuckled. The moment he saw the bamboo tube, he roughly guessed the end of the weasel.

　　 The torturer said that there is an article in the different anecdote that the historian of Huling County suspected that his son had married a vixen, and asked the local elder how to crack it.

The veteran 　　su dug out the rice wine brewed on the fifth day of May and asked the historian to find a way to trick his daughter-in-law into drinking it. Sure enough, the prototype of the fox-like appeared, and he was finally beaten to death by the nursing home.

　　Yellow wine is yang, and Dragon Boat Festival is the final date of yang in a year. The brewed rice wine can suppress the evil spirits and make the evil spirits appear.

　　 The head man sighed in annoyance: "I lost a good fur, this yellow leather is too cunning."

　　 "The monster is very vengeful, maybe he hasn't left yet."

　　 The Zhouyi voice has not yet settled, and the mountain temple scene has changed drastically.

　　The temple was destroyed by the rain at night on the barren hills and transformed into a magnificent palace.

　　 The hall was covered with red gauze tents everywhere, and a strong smell of incense wafted, and a woman chuckles faintly.

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