Chapter Thirty-Three The Cowardly Blonde Boy

"clatter……"

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

Liu Xia raised her brows slightly after hearing the voice, and looked in the direction of the door.

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

Standing on the edge of the door, the other party stuck out his head tremblingly. After seeing Liu Xia who was sitting on the floor doing nothing inside, his eyes lit up immediately, and his originally timid expression relaxed, and he walked from the door wall. The edge came out.

Lucia looked at the other party silently.

This is a boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old. He has blond short-to-medium hair. He is conservatively estimated to be over 1.6 meters tall, a head taller than Liu Xia. He is wearing a yellow feather woven with triangular patterns on his body. His facial features are not yet complete. Opened, with a childish and nine-point cringe.

It is worth mentioning that, for some unknown reason, there were several marks of beatings on his face, which made him look bruised and swollen, and his face was disheveled.

"That...little brother, can I come in and rest for the night?"

The blond boy let go of the fear that he didn't know why, walked in through the half-collapsed wooden door, and cast a look full of expectation at Liu Xia.

how to say.

Liu Xia could tell at a glance that this boy was not a brave person, at least not on the surface.

Liu Xia saw the trembling, shrinking, and fearful expression before entering the wooden door.

Even in the dark, even in this world where ogre ghosts exist, his cowardly behavior is definitely one of the best.

However, if you don't have this level of timidity, you may not necessarily come to this ancient temple to seek shelter at night.

Lucia's eyes fell to his waist.

Not surprisingly, I saw a knife with a yellow handle inserted in a white scabbard.

"Okay, come in."

Liu Xia narrowed her eyes slightly and spoke.

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

When the blond-haired boy heard the words, a look of surprise and relief appeared on his face, and he walked into the ancient temple.

"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 cross-legged, put his hands beside the flames to dispel the chill from his body, and smiled happily at Liu Xia.

"Liu Xia, Cang Mimu Liu Xia."

While answering silently, Liu Xia asked in a nonchalant manner: "Are you also here to participate in tomorrow's final selection?"

"That's right...Actually, I didn't want to come at all, but grandpa beat me out with his hands. There was no other way for me to come..."

Hearing the words, the blond boy didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly showed an autistic expression.

No wonder his nose is blue and his face is swollen and his face is ashamed.

But immediately, my wife Shanyi showed an extremely surprised expression, 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 this year? Who is the trainer? My grandfather is still cruel!"

It's really familiar, calling other people's names as soon as they open their mouths. However, such people are generally very simple and don't have so many scheming.

"11 years old, I don't have a trainer."

Liu Xia said calmly, "I haven't been trained by a trainer, and I don't know how to breathe."

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

Cultivators are generally old people who have retired from the Ghost Slaying Team.

His strength has declined, but his skills in killing ghosts are still proficient, so he took on the responsibility of providing fresh blood to the ghost killing team.

Liu Xia just came to this world today, and even the information about the ghosts and the ghost killing team was obtained through [Unnamed Spirit Foundation]. Of course, there is no trainer.

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

My wife Shanyi's eyes widened, with an expression as if she saw a ghost, "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 lad.

As soon as Liu Xia asked a question, he answered it very tactfully.

As a matter of course, Liu Xia still intends to use the 'tragic tactic', and the identity and background of 'parents and family were killed by ghosts' given to him by [unnamed spirit foundation] can be used to win the sympathy of such a pure-hearted young man. Simple but-

However, just when he was about to throw out this identity, the expressions of both of them changed simultaneously.

"Snapped!"

Outside the ancient temple, there was another sound of footsteps.

Different from my wife Shanyi's cautious and timid footsteps before, this time the footsteps are very heavy and loud.

The hearing of both of them was far beyond that of ordinary people, and they immediately heard the abnormality in the footsteps.

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

The footsteps outside the door were getting closer, and at the same time, the other party's greedy and surprise laughter sounded.

Liu Xia looked at the ignited fire beside her, and knew it in her heart.

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

But this guy's luck is really bad enough.

This is in the mountains close to Mt. Fujishi, and the final selection will be held in the daytime tomorrow. Not to mention that there may be swordsmen from the Demon Slayer Squad patrolling around here, even the candidate swordsmen who will come to participate in the final selection tomorrow should be here now. Almost to the surroundings, it is impossible for such an evil spirit to survive here.

Alright, let me experience the uniqueness of the Demon Slayer Squad, the subtleties of breathing——

While thinking this way, Liu Xia looked at my wife Shan Yi who was beside her.

Then, he fell silent.

The blond boy beside him was already pale, with trembling hands, as if he had been severely frightened, not to mention holding a knife, as if he couldn't even stand still.

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

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

"Clang!"

The sound of footsteps at the door stopped at some point, and was replaced by a loud clanging sound that tested people's psychological quality in the deserted night. The half-collapsed wooden door of the ancient temple was violently dismantled by the other party, completely lost life.

At the same time, the figure of the other party also entered the eyes of Liu Xia and my wife Shanyi.