Eighth Crown

"My house is relatively simple. Only this dish of pickles can be eaten. I hope you don't take offense."

As Murakami said this, he placed the pair of chopsticks taken out from the inside of the chopstick cage in front of Liu Xia, and said earnestly, "Okay, please have some porridge."

The tone seemed very hospitable.

But in Liu Xia's eyes, that was proof of bad intentions.

"You can have porridge."

Liu Xia replied indifferently, "Give me your chopsticks and mine."

He didn't even touch the pair of chopsticks in front of him, his suspicion of Murakami was evident.

"Eh?"

Murakami was obviously stiff there, and the smile on his face became far-fetched, "Why, all of a sudden?"

"Exchange."

Liu Xia made a very rude remark to Murakami, "Or, is there any special mechanism on this chopstick?"

If someone else came here, he might not show his suspicion of Murakami so blatantly. After all, they kindly asked him to stay overnight, have dinner, and then doubt others would be somewhat inappropriate.

But Liu Xia never had that kind of taboo in his heart. As long as he had doubts, he would never compromise, and would only pick it out at the most appropriate time. In his heart, there was never such a thing as human affection.

He would never joke about his own safety.

"When...of course not!"

Murakami's expression suddenly became tense, and even the tone became unstable, "I...I see, just change the chopsticks, right?"

Murakami said that, and handed the chopsticks in his hand to Liu Xia.

Then, in the next instant, his movement of handing the chopsticks abruptly accelerated, stabbing the tip of the chopsticks at Liuxia's throat—

"bump!"

However, Liu Xia's reaction was much faster than he imagined. The moment he stabbed the chopsticks in his hand, Liu Xia also kicked out his right foot and kicked his left leg, causing his legs to slump. In a controlled bend, the whole person fell to the ground.

"Crack-"

The moment he fell to the ground, Liu Xia stepped on his back and pressed him to the ground unable to move. At the same time, he stretched out his hands and broke the bones of his arms together with a crisp sound.

"Ahhhh-"

Murakami suddenly screamed.

"Shut up and tell me what's going on in this village."

Liu Xia exerted another force on his feet, causing his chest to feel stuffy immediately, his breathing was blocked, the screams stopped abruptly, and he coughed unconsciously, Liu Xia then said coldly: "If you don't say anything, I don't mind taking your whole body. Bones are broken."

Murakami clenched his teeth, his face facing the ground slumped.

"...I can't tell."

Murakami endured the pain of his arms being broken. Although his face was pale, there was no expression of surrender on his face, "If I say it...my brother will definitely be killed by that man!"

Has the family been taken hostage?

Liu Xia nodded and understood the situation.

"But what does this have to do with me?"

But his face did not show the slightest pity for the brothers, and he still said indifferently: "Tell me what is going on here, if you don't say anything, I will find your brother now and kill him. "

"do not want!"

Murakami's expression changed suddenly, and there was a very obvious panic in his tone.

"Then say it."

Liu Xia's feet pressed hard again, causing him to groan in pain again, "Don't make me repeat it a third time."

"...I see, I said."

Murakami lay on the ground and hesitated for a while before he said helplessly, "There is a very scary man lurking in our village."

"That man is very scary. He has the ability to manipulate dreams. He uses that ability to control everyone in this village. No one dares, and no one is willing to resist him."

"According to the people who came in the same clothes as you two times before, they called this existence a 'ghost'... My brother was controlled by him."

The ability to manipulate dreams.

Is it a ghost with blood ghost magic?

"Where is that ghost now?"

Lucia asked Murakami again.

"I do not know either."

The village faced the ground, and he said in an angry voice: "He has never shown his face, and even let me deal with people like you in the past, and let others pass the word to me, if I do something bad, he will punish me. brother."

I see.

It looks like a very cautious ghost.

He did not take the initiative to show his face in front of the villagers, and even the members of the Ghost Killing Squad who were attracted by him were only dealt with by ordinary people like this, without showing the slightest trace of his whereabouts, making it impossible for people to check his location.

It seems that if you want to find him, you have to spend more effort.

"How did you deal with the ghost killing team members? Where did the two people who came here before? Also, how did the ghost control the dream?"

"The man gave me a special pair of chopsticks. As long as someone touches those chopsticks, the person will fall into a coma... I don't know how he manipulated it, because I haven't seen him before."

"As for the two people who came before... one is dead, and the other is-"

When talking about the other two members of the ghost killing team, Murakami's tone became obviously hesitant, as if there were ghosts in his heart.

And just then-

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

From outside the house, there was a faint rumbling sound caused by the giant being walking on the ground, and the porridge bowl on the table inside the house also trembled slightly, causing ripples in the thick porridge soup.

"Ghost breath?"

Liu Xia raised her brows and turned her eyes to the outside of the house.

The more ghosts he sees, Liuxia will find that most of these ghosts have a rotten aura different from ordinary people. Although this aura is not obvious enough, the swordsmen of the ghost killing team are very sensitive to this aura.

Liu Xia temporarily let go of Murakami, turned and walked outside the house.

And behind him, the moment Murakami heard the voice, the expression on his face suddenly changed, and he didn't care about the pain in his arms, he quickly got up and followed behind Liu Xia, and walked out of the house.

outside the house.

Because of the delay in Murakami's house for a while, the sun has already set in the western mountains, and the earth is once again dominated by the night.

And in such a night, the figure of an alien ghost wandered on the dirt road of this village.

He was on all fours, his posture was like that of a beast, the bones of his face were very prominent, his mouth was tightly pursed, his lips were almost grinned to the root, and his five fingers also had web-like organs that connected them.

It looked like a huge toad, and between breathing, the throat was still moving.

"Human? Delicious! Eat it!"

After seeing Liu Xia coming out of the house, this toad-like ghost turned his eyes in the opposite direction as if it violated the rules of human eye movement, and showed a very simple happy smile on his face.

Immediately afterwards, his mouth widened, a scarlet tongue stuck out from his mouth, and rolled in the direction of Liu Xia.

Lucia frowned slightly.

The strength of this ghost is not strong, at most it is only the level of the ghost in the final selection, but to his surprise, this ghost does not seem to have much wisdom at all.

PS: Thanks for the 2000 reward for the calm and calm!