Long was coughing laboriously, his cheekbones were thin, and he looked a little scary at this moment.

Her body was as thin as a bamboo pole, and she needed the support of two maids to stand.

The warriors looked at each other and dared not say a word.

They also had no idea why this big shot, who originally belonged to the Northern Bugyosho, suddenly started to inquire about Qinglin Town and insisted on having someone come to accompany him.

If it weren’t for Long’s identity, they wouldn’t have traveled all the way to such a hellish place.

The situation in the shogunate is very unstable now. There are rebellions and rebels appearing in various places… The cases in the capital cannot be handled enough, so who will care about the outside world?

Countless people died in Edo Castle every day… There were drunk bastards causing trouble, and samurai who formed gangs and fought with each other.

The number of deaths and the degree of trouble were far more troublesome than Qinglin Town.

He looked vaguely at the village disappearing into the night and the few scattered lights, and smiled.

There is indeed a ghost here, and it’s a big fish.

He smelled the smell of blood in the air…coming from the village.

A lot of people died…

Generally speaking, a single ghost or a weaker one can wreak havoc in a much smaller area and have a much smaller impact. Most ghosts act alone and dare not stay in one place alone. If they commit crimes at a fixed location for a long time, they are likely to bring danger.

After all, there are people from the Demon Slayer Corps watching us.

They basically move from one place to another after each shot.

Furthermore, under the control of Muzan’s will, in order to prevent ghosts from gathering together to form a force that threatens his position… he would not allow multiple ghosts to appear and act in a certain area, and would cut off communication in advance.

During this time, Oboro stayed in Kumotoriki Mountain. In addition to taking blue Higanbana, he spent more time searching the files in the Edo area… looking for clues about the ghost from the vast sea of ​​information. In a case like this, even if a certain number of people disappeared, the shogunate would not notice it. Compared with the war, this amount of casualties was nothing.

Moreover, it is impossible for ordinary people to do it… and they cannot detect the tricks involved, so they can only let it go and let it go.

Looking at the world of Demon Slayer, to measure the ability of a demon, in addition to looking at how many members of the Demon Slayer Corps it has eaten and how many Pillar-level swordsmen it has killed, there is also a very crucial point, which is whether its activity area is fixed and how much damage it has caused to ordinary people.

Daki, Douma, and Rui of Nagegumi Mountain, all of these beings in the Twelve Demon Moons, have their own “habitats”.

Have no fear.

Ordinary ghosts are not worth your time. If you want to find one… find a big one.

“With this blood concentration, at least dozens of people died…”

Long’s heart moved.

“go in.”

He spoke.

Then, several warriors led the way and entered the village.

“strangeness…”

As soon as they stepped into the main road of the village, the warriors felt a strange feeling.

The village is very small, with only this one main road. Even if there is not much ‘business’ recently, it is impossible that there is no one on the street… not even a dog.

In today’s environment, let alone places with fireworks, even on some official roads, you can occasionally run into drunkards or refugees.

Wow.

Just when someone was about to knock on the door of a nearby wooden house, a red lantern hanging in a small shop a few meters away suddenly lit up.

Someone moved the old sliding shoji door and poked his head out to look over. “Gentlemen… this way!”

“Ok?”

The leading warrior came over and frowned: “What’s going on? Where are all the people in Qinglin Town? The last time I came here, it was very lively here.”

“Your Excellency may not know that every early spring, there will be a wave of illness in Qinglin Town, mostly caused by mountain pollen. People who are infected will develop red spots on their bodies and itchy. Because we are afraid of infecting outsiders, most businesses in the village are closed early during this period… Those who can leave have left, and those who can’t leave will rest and rest, so that they can serve travelers again after the storm is over.” The old man flatteredly welcomed the few people into the house, and his eyes flickered slightly when he swept over Long.

“infectious disease?”

The warrior’s expression changed slightly.

“Don’t worry, sir. I’m fine…”

The old man said hurriedly.

This is a simply decorated tavern. As it is a wooden house, the space inside is not big, with only a few tables and chairs… It is nothing compared to those in the city, but it is enough for passers-by.

After lighting the candlesticks, the old man began to get busy.

Served a few plates of homemade cold dishes and coarse and grainy drinks.

Long was helped to sit down first.

The old man also saw this scene.

Several warriors, including the two maids, surrounded the seriously ill young man. The luxurious feather robe he was wearing made it obvious that he was of extraordinary status.

“grown ups.”

After they sat down, they looked at Long.

“Don’t worry about me, do whatever you want.”

Hao said something.

The warriors felt relieved when they heard this.

They were only ordered to protect Oboro and came to Qinglin Town. As for what the latter was going to do or what he wanted to do, they had no idea.

But after a day’s journey, even though the village is a bit deserted, at least there is a place to stay, and I can drink and eat, which is already pretty good.

After several warriors drank some wine, they soon felt hot on their faces.

Long and the two maids did not pick up their chopsticks.

“The store…”

He glanced at the old man who was warming the wine and cooking beside him and called out.

“My lord, please tell me.”

“Just now I saw… there seems to be a large building in the southeast direction behind the village. It doesn’t look like a house… it looks more like a shrine?”

“Yes…it’s inevitable that you are curious. The shrine was built not long ago. And because this infectious disease continues to occur all year round, villagers like us can only use this kind of prayer to pray for peace.” The old man’s eyelids twitched and he smiled calmly.

Seeing this, Long did not ask any more questions.

The old man subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

The smell of blood wafts from that shrine…the bodies must be fresh.

Moreover, the entire village must be staying in that shrine right now.

And that ghost!

Sacrifice?

Or did it form an organized faction like Douma’s Eternal Paradise?

That would be great if that were true.

The louder the noise, the more it proves that the ghost behind it is extraordinary.

Pfft!

After a while, without any warning, several warriors who were chatting and laughing a second ago suddenly fell drunk and their heads hit the wooden table.

The maid was shocked. These warriors had only drunk a small cup each, so how could they lose consciousness?

At this moment, the old man who had been facing away from them and seemed to be busy suddenly changed his expression. His eyes became cold and he slowly turned around with a sharp knife in his hand.

He showed a cruel smile to Long and the maid.

It’s not difficult to deal with two women and a tuberculosis patient.

He is a veteran.

“Sure enough… they are in the same group.”

Long sighed secretly.

He found it boring. He originally thought that the old man would play some tricks or use some more novel means…but he didn’t expect it to be so low-level.

Can you be a little more skilled?

This crude trick can only fool these brainless warriors.

In the eyes of the samurai, there is a hierarchy and they are at the top of the class. Even if these untouchables were given a hundred guts, they would not dare to do anything out of line.

This is the prejudice and arrogance brought about by identity.

“I’ll give you whatever you want.”

“I am from the shogunate…”

He raised his hands in mock fear.

Prepare to teach the old man and the ghost behind him a lesson.

If you want to cause trouble, the means you use cannot be too low-level.

Know how to surprise people…

Chapter 282 Upper Five

Oboro and the maid were taken to the village shrine by the old man.

When he and his companions arrived, some kind of ceremony was being held at the scene. All the villagers knelt on the ground in unison with their hands clasped together.

She prayed to the closed shrine.

Outside the shrine stood several young men and women, wearing traditional kimonos with their faces covered by white cloth.

There was a pattern drawn in blood on the cloth, which was in the shape of a scale.

In the center of the venue, there were dozens of unconscious people lying. Judging from their attire, they were all outsiders who were staying overnight in Qinglin Town.

There are warriors, merchants, and some ordinary people wandering here.