Chapter 50: Demons Who Can Manipulate Dreams

"My house is relatively simple, and only this dish of pickled vegetables can be served with rice. I hope you don't take offense."

While saying this, Murakami put the pair of chopsticks taken out 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 her malicious intentions.

"You can drink 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 beyond words.

"Eh?"

Murakami was obviously stiff there, and the smile on his face became far-fetched, "Why, suddenly say such a thing?"

"Exchange."

Liu Xia made a very rude speech to Murakami, "Or, is there any special mechanism on these chopsticks?"

If another person came, it might not be so blatantly suspicious of Murakami. After all, he kindly invited him to stay overnight and have dinner, and it would be a bit unreasonable to suspect others.

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 them out at the most appropriate time. In his heart, there was never such a thing as human favor.

He would never joke about his own safety.

"When... of course not!"

Murakami's expression became tense all of a sudden, and even the tone of his voice became erratic, "I... I know, just change the chopsticks, right?"

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

Then, in the next moment, his movement of passing the chopsticks suddenly accelerated, stabbing the tip of the chopsticks towards Lucia'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, which landed on his left leg, making his legs uncomfortable. With a controlled turn, the whole person fell to the ground.

"Crack——"

The moment he fell to the ground, Lucia stepped on his back, pinned him to the ground and at the same time stretched out his hands, breaking the bones of his arms together with a crisp sound.

"Ahhhhhh—"

Murakami screamed suddenly.

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

Another force from Liu Xia's feet caused him to feel tight in his chest 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 putting your whole body to sleep. Bones are broken."

Murakami gritted his teeth, his face facing the ground was slumped.

"...I can't say."

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

Are family members being held hostage?

Lucia nodded, she understood the situation.

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

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

"don't want!"

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

"Then say it."

Liu Xia exerted force on her feet 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, hesitated for a while, and then said helplessly, "In our village, there is a very scary man lurking."

"That man is terrible,

Possessing the ability to manipulate dreams, he used that ability to control everyone in this village. No one dared to resist him, and no one was willing to resist him. "

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

The ability to manipulate dreams.

Is it a ghost with vampirism?

"Where is that ghost now?"

Lucia asked Murakami again.

"I don't know either."

Murakami faced the ground, and said in a low voice: "He has never shown his face, and even asked me to deal with people like you in the past, he let others pass the message to me, and if I do not do well, he will punish me younger brother."

I see.

It seems that he is a very cautious ghost.

He didn't take the initiative to show his face in front of the villagers, and even the members of the Ghost Slayer Squad who were attracted by him were only dealt with by ordinary people like this, without showing the slightest whereabouts, making it impossible for people to find out his location.

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

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

"The man gave me a pair of special chopsticks. As long as someone touches the 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—"

When talking about the other two members of the Demon Slayer Squad, Murakami's tone obviously became hesitant, as if he had a ghost in his heart.

And at this moment——

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

From outside the house, there was a faint rumbling sound from the huge monster walking on the ground, and the porridge bowl on the table inside the house also trembled slightly, causing ripples to appear in the viscous porridge soup.

"Ghost breath?"

Liu Xia raised her brows and turned her gaze to the outside of the room.

Seeing more ghosts, Liu Xia will find that most of these ghosts have a different decaying aura 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 Murakami go, turned around and walked out of the house.

And behind him, the moment Murakami heard the voice, the expression on his face also changed suddenly. Regardless of the pain in his arms, he quickly got up and followed Liu Xia, and walked out of the house.

outside.

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

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

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

It looked like a huge toad, and its throat was still moving in and out between breaths.

"Human? Delicious! Eat it!"

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

Immediately afterwards, he opened his mouth wide, stretched out a scarlet tongue, and rolled it towards Lucia.

Lucia frowned slightly.

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