[Ghost Extermination] Long-haired owl and Shitou twins

Chapter 73

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My name is Mizukawa Xuanshu, I am 14 years old and I live in Pingshui Town.There is a neighbor who looks like an owl next door.

Our family is very ordinary, the only strange thing is my grandfather, and the documents in the attic of the house.

Grandpa always doesn't allow me to go into the attic to see. Every time I go in with my father, I will come out of the attic after a long, long time.

Curiously, I took the key secretly, and soon after I entered, my grandfather caught me and beat me seven times with a stick.

And my mother who always loves me is just watching with cold eyes, and my father's eyes are also very serious. I know that I may have done something wrong.

After beating me, grandpa sighed, "Forget it, you can join me in the future."

Dad watched grandpa tremblingly leaving the living room with a cane on his back, then turned his head and patted my head.

"The things in the attic are very important. They are the only evidence of existence left by generations. Don't blame grandpa."

After finishing speaking, Dad took me to the attic.

The attic is not big, only three floors.But each floor is neatly arranged with rows of bookshelves, and the door is full of bags or books of paper documents and books.

There are generalizations marked on the bookshelf, and the most common ones belong to the four words (Fire Pillar Domain).

Dad took a book off the shelf and handed it to me, "You can read this now, and then you can watch Dad clean, but you can't touch anything here."

"Yeah." I hugged the book and watched my father go to another bookshelf, while my mother was helping.

I flipped through the book, and I recognized the handwriting on it, it was my grandfather's handwriting.

When my curiosity was satisfied, I held the heavy notebook, and my heart was inexplicably blocked.

Ghosts, did they really exist?Did so many people really pay so much to kill them?

"Finished? Are you in a bad mood? Dad was like you back then, and it will be Qingming in a few days." Dad patted me on the shoulder and looked at me with gentle eyes.

I never thought that I really saw a ghost on Qingming.

On the day of Qingming, the sky was covered with layers of dark clouds, and it looked like it was going to rain soon.

After getting dressed, I went out with my parents and grandpa. Grandpa walked very slowly. After all, he was almost a hundred years old.

For the first time, I saw a cemetery full of tombstones all over the mountains and plains, standing densely in rows.

"Grandpa, this place is full of..." I was shocked!

"That's right, they're all members of the Ghost Killing Squad." Grandpa stroked my head lovingly, his eyes full of nostalgia.

Step up No.70 three rows of steps, the owl next door is also there.

I looked at this row of tombstones, from the first generation of Yan Zhu to the first generation of Yan Zhu, all of them had the same surname, Purgatory.

When Grandpa saw the little owl holding an umbrella in front of him, he happily moved over to it.

"Master Xiao Yanzhu, good morning."

The little owl holding an umbrella turned its head, and those gentle eyes seemed to cry in the next second.

My nose was sore for no reason, is this little owl that looks younger than me the last generation of Yanzhu?

"Shuichuan, you have become an old man."

"Hahaha, after so many years, of course I have become a bad old man, but you still look like this." Grandpa stretched out his trembling hand and patted the little owl's head lightly.

The little owl squinted his eyes enjoying it. He was surrounded by my familiar neighbors, Xinglang, the head of purgatory, and his father.

"Have you decided?" Grandpa asked calmly, but the sobs in his voice betrayed him.

"Well, I have sent so many people away, so I have to ask you to give me a gift too, otherwise I will be thankful! Then don't cry, it looks ugly when you cry like this."

The little owl looked at Grandpa, raised his hand and patted Grandpa on the shoulder, "You and me, these little brats, let others sweep them away, I want to stay with my brothers for a while."

After speaking, the little owl drove us all away like a fly.

At this time, the sky gradually cleared, the dark clouds receded, and the blue sky was exposed.

Grandpa took my hand and walked without looking back. I was always worried about the little owl, so I looked back frequently.

When the sun came out, the little owl holding an umbrella carved words on the tombstone of the pair of Shitou, got up to look at it, looked a little dissatisfied, and squatted down to carve again.

And he used his own nails? !

The little owl seemed satisfied after engraving it back and forth three times. He stood up and put the umbrella down against the tombstone, with a very happy smile on his face.

And then there is the picture that I will probably never forget in my life.

The little owl in the sun smiled happily, and turned into fly ash little by little. Except for the clothes and umbrella on the ground, there was nothing to prove that there was a person here just now.

"Woooooooo..."

Grandpa let go of my hand, squatted down and cried like a child.

The two owls beside me also have red eyes.

Chang Xinglang looked at me in a daze, smiled softly, and squeezed my hand, "Perhaps this is what Grandpa Fifth wants most. If Grandpa Fifth lives on, he will send my parents away. With me and my children, no matter how I think about it, I feel that Grandpa Fifth is so pitiful."

"What's more, Fifth Grandpa can't live alone after being loved by thousands of people. Even with us, it's still different for Fifth Grandpa."

Chang Xinglang pointed to his eyes, "I have seen how the four grandpas loved the fifth grandpa when they were still alive. To be honest, I was very jealous sometimes."

"I think grandpa and grandpa, third grandpa and fourth grandpa will definitely wait for fifth grandpa in Santuchuan. How could they be willing to go on the road with fifth grandpa alone. They also knew the result a long time ago."

"So don't be sad."

I watched Chang Xinglang and his father go back to get the clothes, opened the tomb of Shitou, put the folded clothes and the small dagger in it, and sealed the tomb of Shitou completely.

The umbrella was still leaning against the tombstone.

I looked at the newly engraved name, and it turned out that the little owl was called Tokito Genichiro.

On the way back, I expressed the question in my heart, "Grandpa, why is Lord Xiao Yanzhu's surname Shitou and not Purgatory?"

"And the three of them are so powerful, one is the 56th generation Fengzhu, the other is the 52nd generation Yanzhu!"

Grandpa laughed hahaha, and told me what happened back then while walking.

"Xiao Yanzhu is a mischievous guy. After he took office, he didn't care about the documents at all. Every time he asked me to send the letter to Shitou Gemini. Later, this guy got lazy and pushed all the documents to your grandma. !"

"That's right, this guy did a really funny thing before he became a pillar of flame. He accidentally got the blood ghost technique during a mission and turned into a real owl! Hahahahahaha..."

Grandpa who suddenly thought of something, his face darkened, "If it wasn't for the potion used in the decisive battle, Shi Tou and his brother would probably have lived longer than grandpa. Forget it, don't think about those ifs, what ifs?" No need to guess. Some people, knowing the consequences, did it without hesitation. And Master Butterfly Ninja asked Xiao Yanzhu to draw a lot of blood in order to study the potion. The leather monkey belched a long time ago!"

"Actually, Lord Ichiro has been blaming himself for not protecting his younger brother well, but he has done enough."

I listened to my grandfather's intermittent and messy narration, and I could imagine my grandfather's life back then.

The appearance of the little owl and the two adults at that time also became vivid in my mind.

Later, I took over the duties of my father and became the caregiver of the attic. When my grandfather was still alive, my father and I wrote a record of those years and those pillars.

Not long after I finished writing, my grandfather passed away, and that era just passed away.

Except for those who are guarding like us, few people know the existence of ghosts and ghost killing teams.

The wisteria flowers in Trial Mountain are still blooming year after year, and they are always blooming. Later, in a certain year, it became a scenic spot. No one knows what it used to do here, and it quietly welcomes visitors. tourists, no one will die here again.

Later, I became a teacher, and I would always talk to the students when I was free. I hope that people will remember those years and those people after a long time.