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

The entrance is a classic Japanese-style porch.

No footprints can be seen on the dust all over the ground, and there is no trace of human beings entering.

Not only that, there was no sound from inside the door, as if all sounds were blocked.

The only thing that connects is that after walking in, that wonderful scent is stronger.

Strong enough, even a little disgusting.

His eyes turned cold, and then the secretary walked in.

Step by step, he left footprints on the floor.

"Moshi, Moshi, is anyone there?"

As he was walking, the secretary suddenly put his hand to his mouth, as if to shout.

Of course, there was no answer in the silent room, only weak echoes and dust stirred up by sound waves.

Pulling out the Sun Wheel Knife, the secretary put the tip of the knife on the ground and walked with the knife.

The sharp tip of the knife easily cut through the floor, leaving a long mark.

Not long after, the Secretary walked into the main living room.

In the main living room, there is only a sofa and a few tables and chairs.

And these furniture are covered with a layer of black cloth.

Occasionally, the secretary could see traces of red on the black cloth.

Relying on his own experience, he clearly judged that it was left after human blood dried up.

Dotted with red marks, as if telling visitors what happened here.

However, the Secretary did not find any signs of ghosts here.

Whether it is the furniture wrapped in black cloth or the dusty ceiling and floor, there is only a trace of desolation and death.

This is not the place where Gu Huo Niao is.

After hesitating for a while, the secretary touched his chin with one hand, as if he was thinking about something.

The other hand tapped rhythmically on a table, and the sound of dong dong resounded throughout the house.

In the end, the secretary took another step.

Bedrooms, kitchens, bathrooms, and even utility rooms.

It took a long time for the secretary to go to every corner of the house.

However, he never found any trace of the ghost.

It was as if his judgment was wrong.

Even so, there was no hint of discouragement on his face.

Slightly squinting his eyes, the Secretary thought about all aspects of the original novel about Immortal Kawa Miniya and Kakino Kusanagi after they came here.

He remembered that husky birds did not hunt in the real world.

It was carried out in an unknown "black room" hidden by her.

And if you want to enter that room, apart from Gu Huo Niao taking the initiative to open it, it seems that you need to rely on a certain medium.

However, the so-called medium, the Secretary, was not found here.

Either, the auntie hid it, or the thing wasn't here.

Thinking of this, a mysterious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Taking a deep breath, he kicked suddenly and landed on the table next to him.

"Damn, it's really annoying, didn't you say there are ghosts here!"

With an impatient expression on his face, the secretary glanced at the corner of his mouth, and then spit on the ground.

hetui!

After spitting out a mouthful of phlegm, Secretary Secretary stomped on the floor even more vigorously, as if a little agitated because of anger.

Afterwards, he put away the Sun Wheel Knife and walked outside.

While walking, he was still cursing.

"Waste of time, never again!"

After speaking, he walked outside the door and disappeared into the yard.

In the house, the dust was still everywhere, only the place where the secretary passed seemed a little messy.

Outside the house, Datura flowers are still in full bloom, and the blood-like fiery red brings a strange beauty to the yard.

In this way, time passed slowly, and there was no slight change in the mansion.

The sun rises and the sun shines on the yard in front of the house.

The mandala flowers have all withered, and all of them have returned to the soil.

The interior of the house, where the sun can't reach, is still so dead.

The sun was setting, and the sun dipped below the horizon again.

Datura flowers grow from the soil again, blooming their own beauty.

But in the mansion, there is still no slight change.

This situation lasted for three days.

Whether it is sunrise or sunset, the only thing that changes is the blooming and decay of datura flowers.

Not to mention the presence of ghosts in the room, there was not even the sound of insects.

It was as if there were no ghosts here.

And the secretary, as if he had left here completely, did not show up for three days in a row.

The old man who told him the story before also came here to see it, but he just stood in the middle of the yard and took a look.

After discovering that the Secretary still did not listen to his persuasion and opened the door, a look of panic appeared on his face.

Even so, he still went forward and closed the door.

The time has come to the night of the fourth day.

The moon rose high again, and the datura flowers bloomed again.

But this time, something strange appeared in the yard in front of the house.

In addition to the red light of the datura flower, there was also a faint blue light from the well in the courtyard.

With the passage of time, Blu-ray has become more and more economical.

At midnight, the blue light grew to the point where it was comparable to the countless datura flowers in the yard.

Immediately afterwards, whispers sounded in the yard.

"Hey, hey, ghost hunters are easy to deceive, so they left so easily."

The voice was sharp, and it sounded like a woman's voice.

With the sound of the woman's voice, the blue light in the well also began to rise.

Eventually, a mirror slowly emerged from the well.

This is a very simple mirror, and most of the color on the back of the mirror has been wiped off due to long-term friction.

And on the front of the mirror, there are still some faint bloodstains.

When the mirror completely flew out of the mirror, it flew towards the main entrance.

As the mirror approached, an invisible force also affected the closed door.

Like an invisible palm pushing hard, the door closed by the old man opened again.

Just like that, the mirror was suspended in mid-air and drifted into the room.

Eventually, the mirror floated into the main living room.

A faint blue light lit up, and then shone onto the floor.

With the sound of crackling, the illuminated floor cracked inch by inch.

From among the broken wooden boards, a medium-sized incense burner slowly flew out.

An inexplicable flame lit the censer, and the previous aroma reappeared in the air.

Under the illumination of the blue light, the incense burner also slowly flew to a table and landed there steadily.

The mirror flew to the front of the incense burner, completely blocking it.

At the moment when the mirror had just landed in front of the incense burner, the secretary's voice suddenly sounded in the originally silent room.

"I got you."