Early morning.

Time passed quickly, and the sky was already turning white.

The sun slowly illuminated the dim night sky, reflecting colorful morning glow in the sky.

Shang Quanna held down the unconscious evil spirit, squatted on the eaves, turned his head and squinted at the shining sun.

"Its daybreak."

He slowly straightened up, held the unconscious evil ghost's head, and completely exposed it to the rising sun.

"Bah——!"

As the sunlight spreads bit by bit, the evil ghost's body is gradually covered by the blazing warm sun, and is slowly scorched black amidst the scorching sound.

The evil ghost's tired eyes slowly opened, and he glanced feebly at the sun.

Finally, the whole ghost breathed a sigh of relief and closed his eyes in comfort.

Wow——!

It turned into a black ashes, floating silently in the early morning dawn.

On the side, people shivering from the cold, with sleepy eyes, were leaning together. Their clothes were more or less stained with blood.

After wielding knives all night, they were extremely tired after staying up all night.

Shang Quannai rubbed his fingers together and wiped away the remaining ashes in his hands. He looked at the trembling people in front of him and raised his eyebrows:

"You need to get used to fighting at night as soon as possible. From now on, when you encounter ghosts, you will fight at night most of the time."

"Even if it's not, those guys will try to drag it out into the night."

He tapped the dark tiles on the roof with his bone knife, causing a few people to regain some of their attention.

"One more thing, remember, this is the aftermath!"

Shang Quannai glanced at the listless crowd in annoyance. He took a breath of morning air with enjoyment and took back the bone knife used to suppress the evil ghost.

He took out a heavy bag from the pocket of his clothes.

After weighing it for a moment, there was a clattering sound from the bag, which was filled with "transfer money", the main currency in circulation in this era.

During the Heian period, neon coins did not mainly make their own currency. Most of them used copper coins imported from other countries, also known as "crossing money."

He looked down at the number of copper coins in the bag and threw them into the room with a big hole behind him.

Seeing the copper coin bag falling into the dark and empty woodshed, Shang Quannai told the people behind him without looking back:

"When you are fighting against evil spirits, if you destroy civilians' houses or take away all their private belongings, remember to come and apologize afterwards."

Although, this will be a "hidden" job for logistics personnel in the future.

But now, we can only let them come and build a good relationship with the civilians, which is beneficial.

A sleepy look appeared on Shang Quannai's face again. He turned his back to everyone, closed his eyes and frowned tightly.

The sleepiness is getting more and more serious.

We must make them independent as soon as possible!

"it is necessary."

He opened his eyes, turned his head, and glanced at Murata and the others with his sharp eyes.

When several people saw this, their sleepy expressions suddenly sobered up, and they nodded vigorously.

Seeing everyone's hands tightening and holding on to the handle of the knife even though they were tired after a sleepless night, Shang Quannai closed his eyes and smiled:

"Okay, this ghost hunting mission is completed, let's go back."

As he spoke, he jumped towards the street, bent his legs, and landed firmly on the bluestone ground.

Snap!

When everyone behind him saw it, they all breathed a sigh of relief and jumped to the ground with Shang Quannai.

After all, if you run on the roof during the day, you will be watched.

Thinking about it, Shang Quanna turned sideways, looked at the people behind him who were rubbing their shoulders and crying, and shouted to Murata, who had a pale face and weak steps:

"Murata!"

Murata was shocked, and immediately straightened up, looking at Shang Quannai who called his name with wide eyes:

"What! What! What happened?!"

he yelled nervously. With a look of caution and vigilance, his hand had been unconsciously placed on the handle of the knife at his waist.

Shang Quanna glanced at Murata's little movements and involuntarily raised the corners of his mouth, but there was still sadness in his eyes when he looked at Murata.

He adjusted his emotions and shouted to Murata as calmly as possible:

"Relax! It's daytime!"

As Shang Quannai shouted, a stream of hot air emerged from his mouth into visible white mist:

"It's getting cold now. I'll go to Samagiri Mountain in a few days and I can take you with me."

Murata looked at Shang Quanna, who was leaning sideways with white mist coming out of his mouth. His tense muscles slowly relaxed. He slowly raised his head and opened his mouth unconsciously.

Saagiri Mountain?

my family…

"Really...really?"

He opened his mouth in disbelief, and the same white mist came out of his mouth.

Shang Quannai narrowed his eyes kindly and nodded.

"Ha ha ha ha!!"

Joy surged into his heart along with the joy of surviving the disaster. Murata took a few quick breaths of excitement, then jumped up excitedly and shouted:

"Great!!!"

Murata looked at the blue sky with surprise, raised his hands high, and kept thinking about his mother, father, and sister in his heart.

I'll be right back! How are you doing?

Everyone else smiled and looked at Murata who was bouncing excitedly, seeming to share with him the joy of being reunited with his family.

"Hey! Don't get carried away, kid!"

The Fujika warrior was pushed aside by Murata who suddenly jumped up. He staggered and slipped. He ran over angrily and gave the laughing Murata an elbow.

"Well, just make him excited."

The old man patted the Fujijia warrior on the shoulder and said with a smile.

"Hahahaha! Idiot! This could slip!" The men with white feathers stood together, holding their stomachs and pointing at the somewhat embarrassed Fujika warrior and mockingly.

The corners of the Fujika warrior's mouth twitched, and veins popped up on his forehead. He stared sharply at the white Haori who was laughing at him.

Quickly strike with a fist! !

"go to hell!!"

"Pooh!"

The man in white feathers fell to the ground, his eyes rolled white and he lost consciousness.

Shang Quanna looked at the quarrelsome people and then at the ecstatic Murata, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

He didn't know how to tell Murata what happened at Sagiyama. This behavior was quite irresponsible.

However, he didn't fully know that Murata's family really died in that ghost wave.

It would also be irresponsible to directly tell Murata that his family is dead.

He was very confused.

So, let him go and see it for himself.

Shang Quannai thought, turned around, and slowly left along the street amid the sounds of play behind him.

In the Misty Mountains.

Mountainside.

Kamado's house.

"Father!! It's snowing!!"

Wearing a pink kimono, Kamado Tanko pointed at the delicate snowflakes falling slowly outside the door and shouted excitedly into the house.

"Sister Ganlu Temple! Come and take a look!"

"coming!"

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