Zongman, daily life starting from hunting the supernatural

She looked down at her body in disbelief, and couldn't help but let out a sharp and hoarse wail in the intense pain.

"Stop making so much noise. Well... never mind. Since you led the way for me, I'll give you a ride."

The next second after the words fell, Sakurai appeared in front of the old woman.

He bent his knees and kicked her to the ground, then reached out with his right hand and the Fang of the God of Wilderness was back in his hand.

“Aaaaaaaah, I don’t want to die!!!”

The old woman's wrinkled face was filled with fear, and she kept wailing in great terror.

After regaining her memories of her human days, she no longer wanted to disappear from this world.

"I don't care about you."

The Fang of the God of Wilderness pierced through the old woman's body again, and dark gas flowed out of her, leaving only the bag she had been carrying.

"It's really unexpected. How could such a weak spirit drop a storage item?"

"It looks like something good is going to happen next."

With a smile on his face, Sakurai casually put the colorful bag around his waist and stood up again.

"Oh, we're surrounded?"

"It seems that this time the commotion is indeed a bit too much."

"I should have wiped his neck first, ah ah ah..."

"If I say I have no ill intentions, will you believe me?"

Looking at the white shadows interspersed between the tree trunks in all directions, Sakurai's mouth curled up slightly.

Trying to prove that he had no ill intentions.

Bai Ying had no intention of speaking, but the indifference and murderous intent in his eyes became even stronger.

"It seems to be useless. I am really troubled."

"Then I can only talk to you guys properly, with my fists."

Sakurai sighed helplessly. He couldn't understand why he always had to rely on fighting to communicate.

Could it be that he carries some kind of curse?

How could anyone be so unlucky?

Although I don't hate it.

after all...

Who would reject fighting?

"I don't know if I can hold back. I hope you can hold your ground a little longer."

Sakurai said as he prepared to charge at the nearest Shirokage.

and many more...

Why I...

Can't move.

The hand that was holding the Wild God Fang was cut off by the invisible [blade], and the arm and the Wild God Fang fell heavily to the ground together. Then, before the arm had time to return to the body, a biting cold penetrated into the skin and soaked into the bone marrow.

His body was restrained by something and he couldn't move.

Following this coldness, Sakurai looked down and saw extremely soft long black hair. Continuing to look down, he saw a white [spirit] sticking tightly to his body.

She was holding Sakurai's chin and looking straight at him, Sakurai's appearance reflected in her dark pupils.

I was actually ambushed.

As expected, the protection of Soul Flame should not be removed.

Just now, in order to prevent the old woman from noticing something and running away, Sakurai deliberately extinguished the soul flame.

As a result, we were ambushed now.

You have to stand at attention when you are beaten. Since he was careless, there is nothing to say.

Now Sakurai is also ready to die once.

However, don't think that this is the end.

As Sakurai was thinking this, his eyes suddenly went dark.

Suddenly, there was the sound of running water rushing against rocks.

Along with the sound of flowing water came earnest whispers.

They are saying...

"Don't forget... don't forget..."

At the same time, a picture appeared before his eyes.

Dozens of women stood above the flowing waterfall.

Numbly and resolute, with a hint of determination, they held the sharp blades and stabbed them into their throats.

The red blood gushed out from the white necks, and the dead women's bodies fell forward without support.

The body fell into the lake below with the flowing water.

Sakurai was standing in the center of the waterfall, surrounded by darkness.

The lake made gurgling sounds, and countless female ghosts crawled out of the lake. They had different appearances and ages, but the only thing they had in common was their extremely white skin and the red color on their necks.

"Don't forget... to engrave it."

The ghosts who kept groping and tearing at Sakurai's body whispered the same words, tearing at Sakurai's body, and finally...

She crawled up Sakurai's body and pressed her hand into Sakurai's neck.

The red and hot blood——

gush out.

It was as if a sharp blade had pierced his neck.

In reality, Sakurai fell down with his eyes closed.

His neck was pierced by the invisible [blade].

Hot blood flowed out of the throat, turning the fallen leaves on the ground red.

Sakurai opened his eyes wide and remained motionless, silent.

He died under the curse of the female spirits, and was engraved with the memories of their past.

At the cost of life.

39. The Ruler of Sakurai VSH Castle

As the female spirit floated towards the depths, the wound on Sakurai's neck, who was lying on the ground with his eyes open, healed quietly and his severed arm returned to his body, along with the Aragami Fang.

"A nice meeting gift. I am very satisfied with this first kill."

"Learned, learned."

"The first time I was tricked, I didn't even have a chance to resist."

"Although, there was also the factor of my carelessness involved."

But unfortunately, I am...

Immortal body.

What I have is countless times more opportunities to try and make mistakes than ordinary people.

bring it on--

Is there any solution after using it once?

Kill me again.

Sakurai opened his eyes again, sat up straight, and looked at the back of the "Spirit" that was about to go away.

He casually threw away the Fang of the God of Wilderness in his hand.

After spinning several times in the air, the Wild God Fang accurately cut through the spirit's neck and sank deeply into the tree trunk.

Sakurai got up from the ground covered with rotten leaves, stepped over the body of the female spirit who was lying on the ground with her neck tightly covered, then pulled out the Aragami tooth from the tree trunk and walked straight towards the direction of the waterfall.

"I'm going to talk to your boss. Time waits for no one, so I won't waste time trying to kill you."

"Consider this as a thank you gift for letting me experience such a wonderful death."

Under the resentful gaze of the [Spirit] who was covering his throat, Sakurai quickly disappeared.

When it comes to leg strength, he is no worse than anyone else.

White shadows surged up from the gaps between the tree trunks, trying to stop Sakurai's advance, but were eventually defeated one by one by Sakurai.

There was no way to stop him even for a second.

Finally, Sakurai successfully reached the waterfall deepest in the woods.

No harm.

"This is it. It took me a lot of effort."

Sakurai licked his lips and stood on the shore, looking at the deepest scenery.

The trickling waterfall falls along the cliff and all flows into the circular lake.

Sakurai lowered his head, and in the clear lake surface were the reflections of dozens of female spirits shedding tears of blood.

Along with the waterfall flowing into the lake, it continues to ripple.

It's like a flickering reflection.

Does not exist in this world.