Ghost Slayer: The Great Swordsman System at the beginning, our teacher follows the country

After a brief inspection of Purgatory Ruhuo's body, the secretary knew her condition.

Although it is a bit tricky, it is not a disease that cannot be cured.

Of course, this so-called difficulty is only for him.

If ordinary doctors encounter the fire of purgatory, they will probably come to the conclusion that it cannot be cured.

Since it was too late today, the secretary asked Purgatory Ruhuo to rest after the inspection.

After telling Makijuro some medicines to be prepared, he also stayed in the house of Purgatory.

For the next period of time, he lived in the house of purgatory.

On the one hand, he is to treat the illness of Purgatory Ruhuo.

On the other hand, it was because a little guy didn't want Secretary Secretary to leave.

"Mr. Secretary, do you think it's okay to grind these medicines like this?!"

Pushing open the door suddenly, a child who looked like a miniature version of Makijuro walked in holding a medicine jar.

Like his father, he also has flaming hair and a smile on his face.

After taking a look, the secretary said.

"That's fine, Xing Shoulang, just put it there."

After finishing speaking, Secretary Secretary pointed to the table beside him.

In response, Xing Shoulang carefully placed the jar there.

Although the contact time is not long, Xing Shoulang is full of interest in the big brother in front of him.

His father and mother are full of respect for him, even the lord.

Some swordsmen even squatted in front of the door of the purgatory family, just to catch a glimpse of the secretary.

Not only that, Xing Julang also saw the competition between the Secretary and Maki Juro in leisure time.

The father, whom he could not defeat no matter what, was like a newborn baby in the hands of the secretary.

With three simple strokes, the wooden sword in the secretary's hand appeared on Makijuro's neck.

Since then, Xing Shoulang has had infinite interest in secretary.

A man with a mysterious identity, superb medical skills, and strong swordsmanship will always become the idol in the hearts of little boys.

If Makijuro hadn't told him not to pester the secretary too much, Xingjurou would have planned to let him be his master.

"I put it here."

After yelling, Xing Shoulang jumped directly onto the chair beside him, resting his cheeks.

Not paying attention to the little guy behind him, the secretary put all his attention on the medicine in front of him.

Grind, blend, filter.

Not long after, a prepared medicine appeared.

Pass the medicine to Xing Shoulang, Secretary Secretary said.

"It's still the same as before. Divide into three portions and eat after dinner."

"Thank you, Mr. Secretary!"

After receiving the medicine, Xing Shoulang thanked him, and took it to find Purgatory Ruhuo.

Looking at the little guy who left, the secretary smiled slightly.

Under his treatment, Purgatory Ruhuo's body has almost healed, and the diseases in his body have also been controlled, and the rest only needs to rest.

It's time for me to leave here.

Although it doesn't show up now, over time, the markings will inevitably affect the people around.

Although it is said that without certain swordsmanship, one will not be affected by markings.

But for those who are over 25 years old and have superb swordsmanship, this is a reminder from hell.

After preparing the rest of the medicine, the Secretary turned around and left, and returned to his room.

After tidying up briefly, he left here.

Before leaving, he also left a note.

The note is very simple, it is just to let the purgatory Makijuro and others not come to look for him.

The secretary knew that after Makishouro knew about the stripes, he also knew that it was a life-threatening thing.

After choosing a hat to put on his head, the secretary looked at the place where he had lived for a while.

Then, without anyone knowing, he left the Purgatory House and the Ghost Killing Squad.

Once again embarking on a journey, the secretary chose to go all the way west this time.

He didn't stop in the nearest town until the food he had prepared was exhausted.

While shopping for food, he suddenly heard an interesting news.

In recent days, some people have died in the town.

The identity, status, and gender of these people are not the same.

The only thing in common is that they all have many enemies.

And in the places where these people died, occasionally something similar to darts can be found.

It seems that they died by the same method.

Some people who have studied history said that these darts may have come from ninjas.

Faced with this conclusion, many people expressed disdain.

This is not the Edo era, it is no longer the era of ninjas.

Regardless of whether there are ninjas or not, even if there are, so what.

With just one musket, an ordinary person can kill three or five times as many enemies.

As the saying goes, no matter how skilled you are, you are still afraid of kitchen knives. If you have a musket in hand, I have everything in the world.

These people probably died at the hands of a group of killers who liked to play role-playing.

This is just a little thing for ordinary people to chat with, but from the secretary's ears, it is not that simple.

He is very clear that seriousness does exist in this world.

Although he didn't know if what appeared here was the same as what he thought, but it still aroused his interest.

I have lived for so long, and I have never seen a ninja.

"Let me see if it's you."

Having conceived a plan in his mind, the Secretary chose a hotel to stay.

As night falls, many businesses are closed.

But even so, there are still some sporadic small vendors on the street.

In the bustling market, it was even more noisy than in the morning.

Although time passed, even those bustling markets gradually became silent.

In the end, there was no sound in the whole town.

Under such circumstances, footsteps suddenly sounded in Secretary Secretary's ears.

The sound is very slight and dense.

It can be heard that the pace of these people has been professionally trained.

The footsteps came from far to near, and stopped at the hotel where I lived.

Immediately afterwards, a small voice came into the secretary's ears.

"Is the target confirmed?"

"Confirmed, it's where we expected."

"Confirm the surrounding environment, and listen to my instructions later."

"Yes, my father."

"How many times have I said, don't call me Mr. Father, call me Zero!"

At the same time, directly above the hotel, a tall man and a slightly thin man were talking.

The tall man had just reprimanded his son in a low voice, when suddenly his expression changed.

Turning his gaze to a shadow, he then pulled out a handful of kunai.

"Come out, I know you're there!"

As soon as the words fell, a male voice suddenly came.

"The vigilance is good, but unfortunately, I guessed wrong."

The secretary's voice sounded from behind them, and the words that followed made them even more stunned.

"I think you are from the Yusui clan."