Ghost Slayer: My Wife Kanao

"Ghost... ghost!"

Seeing the sudden appearance of the ghost, the faces of the two following guards turned pale with fright.

They had never seen such a terrifying thing.

Although there were always rumors about ghosts, they never believed such creatures existed in the world. Upon their first encounter, their legs weakened with fear.

Following the guard's exclamation, the ghost also looked at them and licked its lips greedily.

Humans are the most wonderful food.

Eating humans not only satisfies the hunger but also enhances strength. There is no food in the world as marvelous.

Without a word, the two guards began to flee in panic.

"Ah... wonderful food, let me devour it obediently today."

The ghost glanced at Sam Miller, thinking to itself, this demon wants to come to my place to snatch blood, but its wish cannot be fulfilled.

The strong wind swept across, and the ghost leaped about, moving through the trees like an ape.

The terrifying sound made the two guards shudder with fear.

How could there be such a terrifying creature in the world, especially when they felt it getting closer and closer to them?

"Ah!"

With a scream, the ghost had already run ahead of them. Under the moonlight, those terrifying scarlet eyes looked at them, as if they were delicious food.

"Delicious food, let me devour it obediently."

The ghost's hoarse voice lingered in the ears of the two guards like a venomous whisper.

Unknowingly, a foul smell appeared.

They were scared out of control.

The ground shook as the ghost's feet stepped on it, rushing towards them at an extremely fast speed.

"We're doomed."

Facing the ferocious, unknown creature, the two guards were too scared to resist.

"Ching!"

A crisp sound resounded in their ears as the attacking ghost's claw was blocked by a sword.

The two guards stared blankly at the sword that had appeared in front of them, and the boy in the bamboo hat who now stood before them.

"Leave, this is not a place for you to stay."

He glanced at the two who were already incontinent with fright and said calmly, not looking down on them too much.

There is nothing to despise about a person's instinctive fear when facing an unknown terrifying creature, just as he had panicked when he faced such a creature for the first time.

"Thank... thank you."

The two guards scrambled to their feet, thanked him in trembling voices, and then ran back toward the ruined temple.

"You brat..."

"It's really disgusting to let the humans go away!"

The ghost roared, watching this scene unfold, and wanted to chase after the two humans, but the boy's sword slashed toward it.

A fiery red arc headed in its direction.

"Damn..."

The ghost roared and hurriedly dodged.

The fiery red sword glow struck the ground where the ghost had just been, cutting a deep gash.

The ghost fell in the distance, looking at the scene with fear. If it had been struck, it might have taken a long time to recover.

At the same moment, Sam's gaze revealed information about the ghost before him.

**Name:** Yuta Shibukawa

**Ghost level:** Elementary ghost (primary ghost, evolved ghost, lower rank, upper rank, ancestor of ghosts)

**Abilities:** Immortality (Flawed), Super Bounce, Split

**Weaknesses:** Photophobia, Wisteria, Curse (from Muzan Kibutsuji), Nichirin Blades.

Sam was slightly taken aback by the information appearing in front of him.

He had seen the super-strong bounce just now when the ghost was moving through the trees as if walking on solid ground.

But what kind of ability is this "Split"?

"Damn traitor, actually helping humans," the ghost gritted its teeth, a viscous liquid flowing from the corner of its mouth, giving it a nasty appearance.

"No wonder ghosts are hated by people. If I were a human now, I would hate ghosts like this," Sam said, seemingly talking to himself.

"Damn it, you mocked me."

"Today, I will tear you apart, boy," the ghost roared angrily, its figure bouncing up, moving through the trees like an ape, like a shadow with a hard-to-discern trajectory.

Sam stood calmly on the spot, caressing the sword's blade with his hand, and vaguely felt the sword groan happily.

"Every time I hold a sword to fight, my body and mind are always so happy," the boy under the bamboo hat whispered softly.

His golden eyes were so cold at that moment.

Dance with swords.