The head of the wheel is a twelve ghost month who is very old but has very shallow qualifications.

For so many years, he has never been to big cities and has always avoided head-on conflicts with the ghost killing team. He even ran away from the sight of the people who took the Sun Wheel Sword. Therefore, he is an unknown marginal existence in both ghosts and ghost hunters.

However, such a low-key ghost has a very loud name in the folk legend of monsters, called Feitouman.

In the story passed down by people, Feitouman stretched out his soft and boneless neck like a snake at night, quietly attacking the sleeping humans in the surrounding room, sucking the blood in their necks, and then retracting his head that had left at dawn.

Even the ghost of the first book of the Wheel has to admit that the people's summary of his predation is really accurate.

After becoming a ghost, he kept living as a human being and did not want to attract attention, so he only sucked human blood, which was less harmful to human beings.

But because of this, he was not strong enough, and he was even arrested by a samurai for a time and was forced to perform "talent" in a place similar to Yoshihara.

However, in order to make his neck stretch longer to attract more guests, the warriors killed local people to feed him, which allowed him to truly taste the taste of human flesh. Because of this, he was always afraid of humans and believed that they were even more terrifying existences than ghosts.

However, when I think back, it was already in the Edo era.

No matter how weak a ghost is, as long as he has food, he can evolve. Now, he can freely retract and release like a rope, but not just his neck.

"Ga—"

In the quiet dense forest, the slender arm that was poking out from somewhere grabbed a thick branch and held it tightly. Then the tense arm suddenly contracted and was quickly covered by the wide sleeves - the body that was the head of the wheel was also pulled over.

His way of action is very similar when chord Ichiro uses hook locks.

But if there is any difference, it is that the "hook rope" of the head of the wheel is much longer, with an effective capture range of 40 meters (about the length of two six-story residential buildings stacked together), and the shrinkage is faster, almost within a second.

To convert, his explosion speed while moving is as high as 144 km/h. This means that if he wants to escape or chase in the woodland, there is almost nothing to catch up with him or get rid of him.

In terms of the speed of escaping, only Boss Chi can match the entire ghost world.

During this operation, I was responsible for using the little spider to detect the terrain, search for ghosts and divide food with blood ghosts, and he was responsible for capturing the ghosts who fled everywhere. This is the division of labor that Wusan gave them, and it can also be said that the ghosts have exhausted their talents.

"Well, I remember the fifth of the lower string, which should be the direction..."

The wheel stood on the tree branch and looked around carefully, muttering quietly while observing the traces on the ground.

"A ghost who hasn't eaten humans for at least half a year has run so fast? Could it be that these guys have developed an intelligence network in Fujixishan?"

After saying that, his neck made a strange sound like a dislocated sound, and it suddenly grew up like a bamboo shoot that had accelerated thousands of times faster, but the weak and boneless neck looked more like a crooked snake than a giraffe.

The head of the head of the wheel smashed the pine branches blocking the way, and rushed into the sky like black fireworks, and did not stop until the extreme distance.

He is now more than twice the tallest pine tree. Under the bright moonlight, he looks like a hairtail hanging in the air, or a thin birch tree with Giant disease.

But as the saying goes, stand high and see far. He is now a slender watchtower and searchlight.

The head of the wheel stretched his neck to the extreme, carefully observing the direction he pointed before he was tired, his eyes looked like a telescope, his nose twitched gently, and he analyzed all the rising scent molecules. His ears trembled slightly, feeling all the sounds except the collision of pine needles, and using his facial features to greedily feel everything around him.

Soon, his ears suddenly stopped moving.

Nothing else, just in that direction, no more than one kilometer away from here, suddenly a crisp and pleasant sound of metal collision came from, which was extremely subtle, but it was still transmitted by the air.

If he was still in the forest below, he would never be able to hear this extremely faint sound.

It doesn't look like a weapon, but a short sound that only a small instrument can have.

The eyes of the head of the wheel stared there and his mouth widened, "No matter whether it was those three ghosts or not, there should be something! Maybe it is not necessarily possible to meet a lonely human."

As he said that, his slender neck fell down like a mast blown by the wind, and he bit the top of a pine tree with his teeth, and his body followed him tightly like a loose rubber band, and then flew towards the target.

However, after twenty times flying in the forest, the head of the wheel had already seen the target he was looking for, but the scene made him feel a little creepy-

Three skinny little ghosts were lying next to a huge pine tree, holding its roots and gnawing desperately. There was a strong desire in their eyes, as if the pine tree was a peerless delicacy. Even the loose teeth fell, and a large amount of blood flowed out of their mouths, but this still could not prevent them from enjoying the deliciousness that did not exist at all.

When Luye, who was already very timid, saw this scene, he felt his scalp numb and he didn't understand what was happening to these ghosts.

He quickly stretched out his hands, wanted to fight quickly, and captured the three guys and returned to the side of Xia Wu who seemed very powerful.

At this moment, the soft sound he had heard suddenly reappeared, and a short metal collision sound like a melodious bird song broke into his ears, rushed into his mind without permission, and stirred up the ghost's too simple brain in a mess.

The next moment, what he saw changed. The pine tree that was originally held and eaten by the three mixed fish ghosts turned into a fat and juicy human in a blink of an eye. The three ghosts, one of them gnawed on the human thighs, and the other two made a big hole in the belly with the most fat.

The most peculiar thing is that the fat human like a sumo wrestler did not die, but had a reliable smile on his face, like Maitreya Buddha worshipped in the Heavenly King Hall, waving to him gently, as if inviting him to have a meal.

"What's going on?"

The original memory of the pine tree disappeared, as if the only one here was this big-bodied human.

However, the other party's kind smile conflicted with his feelings of fear and fear of humanity. The other party was still alive and did not make him feel strange.

"No, how could there be such a good person in the world?"

As soon as this thought appeared, everything in his vision fluctuated like a splash of water, as if everything was an illusion.

At the same time, the Butterfly Madam who repeatedly tapped on the side made of kunai frowned, "This ghost is resisting my illusion. He doesn't seem to believe that the scene I showed must have been a fork."

"It seems that it is still a bit difficult to deal with ghosts of this level only using sound as a medium of illusion."

After saying that, she suddenly stabbed the slender kunai into the temple of the wheelhead.

"Since you can't transform into what he longs for, you can only transform into what he is afraid of."

I don’t know how Mrs. Butterfly wanted to operate it. The vision of the wheel has returned to stability again. The fat man transformed from the pine tree blurred and gradually turned into a beautiful woman in a foreign skirt and a pair of red glass eyes.

And the three ghosts who were originally feasting on the food also became servants who massaged the woman's legs.

Undoubtedly, that cold and ruthless face, the real head of the wheel, looked like when I saw Muzan Kimuzan a few hours ago!

"Big...Sir..."

The fearful black hand immediately grabbed the heart of the wheelhead!

Koushi's head was inserted into his temple, and he suddenly knelt on the ground like a collapsed building, pressing his head to the ground without moving.

In addition to the hallucination, Xian Ichiro's eyes lit up when he saw the movement of the head of the wheel lit up.

Although he didn't know what he saw in the head of the wheel, he could guess it.

"Did he see Muzan Kimuzan?"

Mrs. Butterfly's eyes were also closed, and she was connecting the spiritual world of the wheel head through the kuna. She nodded in surprise, "It should be right, this ghost was extremely afraid of the woman who suddenly appeared. It was a red-eyed woman, very... very beautiful."

[Red-eye, beautiful... It is exactly in line with what Yan Ye said before, and the formal dress that Kimuzan Muzan likes.]

"Madam Butterfly," Xian Ichiro was excited, "If the illusion stops, can you still remember the woman's appearance?"

If so, then the tender white branches that he has never used before will be of great use. Can you, Muzan Kimuzan, become someone else, can't I become you?

"This is a very unforgettable face." Mrs. Butterfly nodded and said, "If you want, I can directly use illusions to let you see what she looks like."

"Let's talk about it later."

Xianichiro looked at the head of the wheel with cold sweat dripping between the soil and arranged for Mrs. Butterfly: "Ask him why they came to Fuji Mountain to eat these ordinary ghosts?"

And in the hallucination space of the head of the wheel, Kimuzan Muzan, who was tall and above, spoke.

"Tell me, what am I going to do when I ask you to go to Tengxishan?"

This is not the original words of Mrs. Butterfly, but has been processed by the impression of Muzan Kimuzan Kimuzan on the head of the wheel. Therefore, when "Misan Kimuzan Kimuzan" spoke, it was entirely her own tone and movements.

The arrogant contempt, the cruelty that penetrated deep into the bone marrow and the inconcealable self-righteousness, made Mrs. Butterfly who was watching all this secretly frightened.

The head of the wheel, which was rationalized by hallucinations, had no doubt about why Muzan Kimuzan asked this question. He didn't even dare to raise his head, so he answered the question.

"You said that it is to prevent the ghost killing team from obtaining proof...the evidence to prove the existence of ghosts and make Peilang stronger by the way, so we must clean up the ghosts of Fujishishan. Next, there will be ghosts in Japan..."

Xianichiro pressed down his eyebrows, and this answer revealed very important information.

[Don't let the ghost killing team obtain evidence to prove the existence of the ghost?]

[Is it evidence presented to the government?]

【What is the relationship between Muzan Kimuzan and them?】

[There is also a peach wolf...is it another stern?]

In the hallucination of the head of the wheel, Muzan Kimuzan was silent for a long time before asking again: "Then how is the task I assigned to you now?"

"Let's go back, sir, Xiaxianzhiwu and I have already caught sixteen ghosts, but that guy Peilang has been slow to eat five of them just now."

Luyes shrank and replied, "I guess he can only deal with half of the ghosts in Tengxishan tonight, and then the rest must be locked in his house and taken away by the guy named Kai."

【Wait, the fifth of the lower string?】

Xianichiro remembered the last conversation with Illinosa.

[I remember that guy said that the fifth one in the lower string seems to be particularly favored by Muzan Kiri, and is also the strongest one among the strongest ghosts...]

[And after hearing what the third person in Xiaxin said, this time the ghost who came to Fujixishan was not only three Xiaxins, but also a guy named Kai?]

[And that guy actually has a house?]

So he asked Mrs. Butterfly to ask several other ghosts. In order not to wake them up from hallucinations, he did not involve any questions that easily destroy the authenticity of the hallucinations.

Unfortunately, this Lower String Third, called the Wind Row Head, only knows that the Wolf has collected a large number of modern guns that only humans have, but is not clear about the ability of the Lower String Five.

Finally, he asked Mrs. Butterfly: "How many ghosts do you control at a time?"

The fifth of the Xiaxian, who was treated specially by Wusan, might know more. Compared to the precious information, it is okay to gain a few hours later in the skill point.

"At most, two can be manipulated."

Mrs. Butterfly opened her eyes and asked in confusion: "This ghost is useless anymore. Wouldn't you kill him directly?"
To be continued...