Without saying a word, as a short-haired girl waved the silver bell in her hand, the old man pressed the back of Long’s waist with the back of his knife and threatened in a low voice: “Be honest and get over here!”

Then, with the help of the maid, Long stepped to the side of the pile of people who were thrown in the open space and were obviously about to become sacrifices.

During this time, Long discovered that the looks from the villagers were all very calm…some even seemed to be gloating.

The old man also found a corner and knelt down.

The young man, who looked like a messenger of God, rang the bell. Every time it rang, two burly villagers would drag the unconscious person to the entrance of the shrine and then retreat.

Immediately afterwards, the closed wooden door opened instantly, and something like a rope flashed by, dragging a living life into it.

After a moment, blood flowed out from the gap in the door.

The whole environment was quiet and eerie.

A villager who had captured and sacrificed the dead stepped forward and waited quietly.

After a while, the door of the shrine opened again and a blood-stained object was thrown out.

“middle.”

The young goddess called out softly.

It was a money bag.

The villagers immediately ran forward to collect the money and belongings, nodded obediently, and left, returning to their original seats.

“good.”

“good.”

“Down.”

As the bells rang one after another, more and more unconscious people disappeared inside the shrine, and more and more villagers received reward money.

The rewards received seem to be based on the ratings.

There are six types: upper, middle, lower, good, excellent and best.

Long saw with his own eyes that someone got a big bag of gold.

It is obvious that there is some kind of cooperation between the villagers here and the ghosts.

Money is useless to ghosts, but for the villagers of Qinglin Town, it is the sustenance of their survival.

They can also rob money by themselves, so there is no need to do this. I guess they want to get the protection of the ghosts…

For the untouchables, not just anyone can rob them. If they really get into trouble with some troublesome forces, they can be easily eliminated with the strength of this village alone.

And according to the records, a year ago, there were only 20 to 30 households in Qinglin Town, but now the number has increased several times…

The most important thing is that its construction and prosperity are already comparable to those of some relatively backward towns.

The shrine was completed exactly one year ago.

“Just killing for fun? It shouldn’t be to satisfy appetite. Ghosts are very careful in choosing food… The amount they can enjoy in a short period of time is also very limited. Young people or people with thin blood are the best. Only ghosts of very low level would eat people without restraint. Ghosts like this with a strong aura… Most of them do it for some kind of obsession.” Long covered his mouth and coughed hard, guessing through observation.

Qinglin Town certainly did not hold this kind of ceremony frequently, otherwise it would have been impossible to conceal the number and trend of deaths.

Mostly it is held periodically, and will be discussed after the hype has passed.

Otherwise, the panic caused would cause the village to lose a large number of customers.

Easier to be targeted by the Demon Slayer Corps.

It’s not that Ubuyashiki Kuno is too slow or incompetent… The people from the Demon Slayer Corps must have come to Aori-bayashi Town, but the demons were not there, so naturally they came back empty-handed.

The Demon Slayer Corps has no authority over the villagers.

In order to catch this cunning ghost, we dare not alert the enemy easily.

Besides Qinglin Town, this ghost’s base should be somewhere else…

“There was an accident?”

Blurred eyes moved.

The Demon Slayer Corps has always been doing its best to protect civilians from harm and has paid more attention to human lives… Now the number of deaths is increasing, why haven’t the swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps appeared yet?

Either they were blocked by something, or they didn’t wait or notice it in advance, which means…Oboro overestimated the Ubuyashiki clan.

But it doesn’t matter…if the Demon Slayer Corps comes, it will be disadvantageous to him.

After a while, the three of them were the only ones left on the ground where the bodies were piled.

The silver bell rang, and Long was the first to stand up. Without being dragged by the two big men, he walked to stand in front of the shrine.

There was only a thin door panel separating him from the ghost hiding inside.

The door opened automatically. Since Long was still awake, the ghost did not attack him. It seemed to signal him to come in…

As soon as I stepped in, the door of the shrine closed automatically.

The room was filled with the pungent smell of blood, and the soles of shoes on the floor were also covered with slippery, thick blood.

Suddenly.

In the dark hut, several oil lamps were lit.

Long saw the ghost standing in front of him, a fat and bloated man.

The other person had a pipe in his mouth and a hatchet in one hand, chopping the corpse on the chopping board up and down. The scene was just like a butcher killing a pig. The strange thing was that his strength was amazing when he raised the knife and chopped it down, but the blade didn’t make any sound when it landed on the board.

There is also a scale next to the table.

The man had a round belly, but his arms were muscular and strong… Because he had become a ghost, his ears were unusually large, and the size of his mouth was not proportional to that of a normal human.

The skin is dark and there is an inconspicuous horn-like protrusion on the left side of the skull.

Of course, what Long cared about was not his appearance, but the numbers that appeared in his pair of blue pupils when he opened and closed his eyes.

Upper string, five!

It seems that this person is most likely Yu Hu’s predecessor.

Maybe Yu Hu has been transformed into a demon now, but there is a “ranking battle” among the Twelve Demon Moons, so the ranking of the upper moons that he knows has been settled in later generations.

During the Edo period, after Muzan thought he had cut off all inheritance of the Breathing of the Sun, he mainly did a few things.

He roamed the country, sowing seeds wherever there were rumors of ghosts.

Another thing is to go to some good soil specifically to find followers.

For example, a big prison, a deserted village with poor mountains and bad water, etc.

The Demon Slayer Corps seems to be chasing Muzan all the time, but in reality they can’t even touch his shadow.

Not to mention finding the real boss Muzan, even the demons that Muzan keeps hatching are difficult for the Demon Slayer Corps to deal with.

You know, now is not the time point for the later plot to unfold. It has not been long since the death of Yoshikazu Tsugakuni… It is the Warring States Period, just the previous era.

Long smiled contentedly. He was so happy for a moment that he couldn’t help coughing again. His body was swaying, and the coughing movement alone seemed to make him almost unable to stand.

He knew…that if he showed up, the ghost wouldn’t kill him immediately.

Because the money that the villagers can exchange for the dead who have previously entered the shrine is measured by their “status”.

Someone like him is undoubtedly the most valuable person in this venue tonight.

He was the one who stayed until the end and still remained sober.

However, his smile made the ghost stop.

“What are you laughing at?”

The Upper Five said coldly.

“I’m glad… I can finally get rid of this sickly body. Your knife skills are very sharp. This way, I may not feel any pain when I die.”

Long laughed softly and said, “I’m going to die anyway, so even in this situation, I’m very calm. Do you mind?”

“…Are you not afraid of death?”

Long’s words made the Upper Five stare at him carefully for a few seconds, “I thought a guy like you would cherish his life…”

After saying this, he glanced at Long’s calm eyes and said, “You are indeed a little different.”

He changed the subject and swung the raised blade down again, still without making any noise.

A body was perfectly dissected, the flesh was flesh, the bones were bones, and the remains were chopped up quite evenly.

The ghost’s smile was vicious and cruel. “Humans are no different from cattle and sheep. Their meat can be sold for money, and so can humans… With your status, what do you think your life can be sold for?”

“Hmm… Meat is worthless?”

Long thought about it and gave a pertinent answer.

“After all, I am seriously ill, and my flesh and blood may be diseased. The combined weight of my body and skin is not much…” Long continued: “As for my identity, it is worth some money… However, my most valuable thing is not my identity and background.”

“what is that?”

There was already murderous intent in the eyes of the Upper Five.

“I have something priceless.”

“priceless?”

“My soul… do you want it?”

Chapter 283: Being bumped into

soul!

The Upper Five originally thought that the young man in front of him was acting so carefree because he had run out of vitality… Unexpectedly, he still couldn’t hide the arrogance in his bones.

In this world, there are many people who can do whatever they want just by relying on their status and background.

The so-called social status fosters the ugly side deep in people’s hearts.

“All you care about is the meat… You evaluate the price of meat based on status. You probably haven’t touched souls, right?”

Hazy asked.

Without waiting for the other party to answer, a blade light as thin as flowing light slashed across Long’s neck.