Who are you calling a stable boy?!

When the owner suddenly brought over a plate of fried vegetables, Kyojuro looked up with some confusion.

"This is?"

"These are for you."

Wow! What a generous boss! May your business flourish far and wide, and your wealth flow in from all directions!

Zheng Jing picked up his chopsticks, grabbed a slice of fried lotus root, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Thank you.

After thanking the owner, Kyojuro also picked up a piece of fried eggplant and put it in his mouth.

"good to eat!"

With the information in their heads and the investigation yielding results, Zheng Jing and Xing Shulang naturally didn't slack off.

Led by the youth team members, the two first went to the station where the train conductor's body was found.

Most ghosts have a habit of designating hunting grounds.

In fact, when Zheng Jing and Xing Shulang arrived here last night, they almost caught the ghost that the local government called the Ripper.

The other party seemed to have sensed Zheng Jing and Xing Shulang's presence, and abandoned the victim and fled before the two arrived.

Therefore, if the other party is using this town as their hunting ground, then there is a high probability that they will be loitering near the station after nightfall.

Unfortunately, no trace of ghosts was found in the station, but we did encounter station staff who were starting to prepare to sell bento boxes at this time.

It was a woman in her fifties and her granddaughter, who was about ten years old.

For some reason, the two were still discussing the topic of ghosts, which prompted the outspoken Kyojuro to step over and ask them if they had ever seen a ghost.

The result was naturally negative, which startled the little girl.

However, this trip to the station wasn't entirely fruitless.

"It's great to have ample funding; there's no limit to travel allowances."

Sitting next to a pile of bento boxes almost as tall as a person, holding another freshly opened beef rice bowl bento, Zheng Jing shoveled meat and rice into his mouth, not forgetting to marvel at the excellent benefits of the Demon Slayer Corps.

"Hmm, take the rest to the team."

Looking at the young soldiers carrying on their backs and in their hands, Kyojuro nodded in satisfaction.

To express his apology, Zheng Jing voluntarily bought all the remaining bento boxes from the counter for the old woman and her granddaughter.

Hey, this isn't because Zheng Jing is greedy!

Look at this old woman and her young granddaughter, their livelihood is being made difficult by this wicked ghost. Zheng Jing has always been kind-hearted, how could he bear to see this? He must lend a hand!

Anyway, the Demon Slayer Corps will reimburse the cost of this meal, so why not take it—it's a waste not to help!

"Since we have enough manpower, I'll go to the train station. As for Lao Zheng, you can take care of things in town, okay?"

"Go ahead, go ahead. If you have time, help me see if there are any good local specialties along the way."

"it is good."

Watching Kyojuro carry two large bags of bento boxes and sneak into the train that was supposedly going back to the factory, Zheng Jing swallowed the last mouthful of rice mixed with meat juice in his bento box, then turned around and picked up a new one to open.

In fact, even if he went without food and water for a year or two, he would not be in any danger of death thanks to his profound internal strength and the protection of his breathing technique.

But even if you don't die, you'll still get hungry.

Especially when he encounters a truly formidable opponent, after a thrilling and exhilarating battle, he can now eat ten oxen a day without batting an eye.

So if conditions allow, he prefers to eat his fill whenever he can.

...It's definitely not because Zheng Jing is greedy!

While the youth team members directed the other patrol members, Zheng Jing sat alone in a dark corner of the station and devoured the beef rice bowls, which numbered at least thirty, in a flash.

"Oh, it tastes good."

Muttering something, Zheng Jing picked up the trash with the cloth his mother-in-law had given him and stuffed it into his backpack for later disposal. He then sat cross-legged on the ground and opened the control panel.

On Mount Natagumo, the spider-headed man gave Zheng Jing 900 experience points and 600 courtyard coins as a ritual fee, which was more than what Taiko no Tatsuki Hibiki gave.

In terms of feel, Zheng Jing did indeed feel that Spider-Man was better than Xiang Kai.

As for the mischievous and awkward little devil Lei, he directly paid Zheng Jing 2000 experience points and 1000 courtyard coins as a ritual fee.

In this way, Zheng Jing, whose savings had just been drained by the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill, suddenly became rich again.

Unfortunately, Zheng Jing's "talent" has not yet been realized.

To be precise, Zheng Jing did not want to realize his profits in a way that would result in losses.

There is a difference in the flow of time between his own plane and this plane, so during the ten days he accompanied Kyojuro on his mission, he naturally couldn't go home and cook himself over a raging fire.

However, if you use the furnace in this dimension as a projection, you'll have to pay extra...

Ultimately, it all comes down to poverty.

Zheng Jing sighed with regret.

If the scumbag boss could just throw the lower moons over to help him pave the way to invincibility, why would he need to be so meticulous?

Alright, alright, I'd better open the trading post and figure out how to spend these 1600 courtyard coins...

"Oh?"

Zheng Jing, who was just about to make a move, suddenly raised an eyebrow.

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"call!"

A stench swept into the station under the cover of night.

The evil spirit, known to the local authorities as the Ripper, stopped and turned around to look.

The demon hunter who annoyed him didn't follow.

(Ha, how could any human possibly keep up with my pace!)

Although he had gotten rid of the demon hunter, that guy had cut off his hands once, so how could he just leave like that?

The demon twitched its nose and grinned.

He smelled it.

Since becoming a demon, human food has smelled nauseating to him.

And now, humans with that smell are nearby...

He told the demon hunter that he would take revenge in the most cruel way!

"Found it—"

"Found it?"

The sudden sound from beside his ear startled the evil spirit for a moment.

"who--"

Just as he turned around, a pair of large hands grabbed his face and neck respectively.

Zheng Jing lifted the evil spirit up and looked at him with a grin.

"Is it my turn to be the ghost next? Ghost, sir~"

Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Compassionate Zheng Jingren

When Kyojuro rushed into the station amidst the hot air, he looked up and saw not the evil spirit that had injured someone and fled, but Zheng Jing, who was squatting on the ground and greeting him.

"Peach is here, I've been waiting for you for ages."

Zheng Jing raised what he was holding and waved it at Xing Shulang.

That's a ghost-head club.

A demon's head is attached to a snow-white, straight spine.

It was at the car factory that the evil spirit who escaped from him by harming hostages was the Ripper for whom the local government had offered a large reward for capture.

Now, the head of that devil who boasted in the car factory that he was the fastest is right here, eyes rolled back, drool dripping, mouth slightly open and closed, as if he is saying something, or like a fish that has been slapped ashore by a bear and can't breathe.

"Old Zheng, what's this?"

"Oh, after I caught him, I confirmed that he was that damn Ripper. I was originally going to kill him directly, but then I thought, isn't it because the Twelve Ghost Moons are suspected to be here that they sent us here?"

As he spoke, Zheng Jing shook the ghost's head.

"Although this rotten bird egg isn't one of the Twelve Ghost Months, it might still know some information. I don't know how to torture people, so I'll just have to do what I watched the neighborhood old man do when he slaughtered the New Year's pig when I was a kid: skinning it, pulling out tendons, cutting off the meat, and deboning it..."

The vast majority of ghosts, no matter how they regenerate their physical bodies, always have to start from the part with the head.

So even if Zheng Jing dismembered the Ripper down to just a spine connected to his head, and used his masculine internal energy containing ripples to continuously burn and melt his flesh along the spine, the guy still wouldn't die completely.

A ghost's body, isn't that amazing?

"This guy is a tough nut to crack. He still won't tell me what he knows. I'm at my wit's end. I was just wondering if you, Peach, have any better way to get him to talk."

As he spoke, Zheng Jing threw the ghost-head stick to the ground.

"Hey, wake up, don't sleep, what time is it?"

He swung his sword and slapped the ghost's face twice with a sharp, clear sound, like someone lighting two firecrackers. Zheng Jing shouted at the ghost.

Even though Zheng Jing had released his grip and stopped using his internal energy to burn him, the evil spirit still didn't make any new moves.

"Uh, did I go too far?"

Zheng Jing scratched his cheek and looked at Xing Shulang.

Kyojuro shook his head.

This Ripper not only ate people in the town, but also kidnapped humans simply to satisfy his sadistic desires, torturing them to death.

No matter what methods Zheng Jing used, Kyojuro would not feel the slightest pity for this kind of demon.

"He probably really doesn't know anything; he's just a pawn pushed out to cover up the truth."

"Huh? Why didn't he say so earlier?"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Jing casually slapped the ghost's head, shattering it into ashes that scattered with the night wind.

If this evil spirit had a chance to speak before it erupted and scattered, it would probably have yelled at the top of its lungs, saying it had already shouted countless times without knowing anything.

No matter what he said, Zheng Jing would only mutter "say it or not, say it or not" while his hands kept moving, continuing to make this authentic hand-torn demon.

Well, if you ask Zheng Jing why he didn't stop, Zheng Jing has something to say too.

How does he know whether you, you evil spirit, are genuinely unaware or just pretending not to know when you say you don't?

"How's the investigation going on your end?"

Withdrawing his hand, Zheng Jing, who was squatting, raised his face to look at Xingjulang.

"The Infinite Train has been found! According to the foreman, after repairs, the Infinite Train will be back in operation tomorrow night."

"Tomorrow night..."

Zheng Jing glanced at the sky.

He and Kyojuro entered the station after curfew and were busy running around. By now, a faint glimmer of dawn could be seen on the horizon.

Do you think we can still grab some late-night snacks now?

"Hmm? There are probably no shops open yet at this time."

"That's true..."

Zheng Jing, scratching his head in frustration, suddenly raised his hand and held up one finger.

"Hey, I have an idea!"

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"Pigs leap forward!!"

With a loud shout, Inosuke slammed his head against the exterior of the train car, making a dull thud that drew the attention of those around him.

"Stop it! What are you doing again when I wasn't looking!"

Zenitsu grabbed Inosuke's arm, both surprised and furious.