Chapter 30

In an ordinary pavilion, Shinichi opened a note with an address on it. Grandpa Mori said that it was Fujiki Mountain, where the final selection of members of the Demon Slayer Corps would be held. However, Grandpa Mori had been away from the team for too many years and could not remember the time of the final selection. He suggested that Shinichi could try to find members of the Demon Slayer Corps nearby to join the Corps.

Looking at the branch in his hand, Shinichi curled his lips and tore the note into pieces, "Sorry, Grandpa, I don't want to join the Demon Slayer Corps for the time being." Perhaps he still had some grudges about what happened on Shirai Mountain, so Shinichi then walked on a road in the opposite direction of Fujiki Mountain.

After walking for an unknown period of time, it was getting dark, and Shinichi also came to an unknown village. Strangely, it was only dusk, and the sun had not completely set. Every household in the village had closed their doors, and there was no one on the road.

Shinichi held Yuanji in his arms, and his two eyes of different colors quickly scanned the surrounding environment. Behind the closed doors, Shinichi felt a series of obscure and vigilant gazes.

"Interesting, there is something strange about this village." Shinichi muttered, then leaned over to put Yuanji down, and gently kicked Yuanji's butt with his toes, "Move quickly, look at how fat you are now, China really spoils you too much."

Ah~ Yuanji moved his body reluctantly, and through telepathy, Shinichi received Yuanji's message "I feel wronged, the master is bad!", but Shinichi didn't care about these, ignored the wronged Yuanji, and strode into this strange village.

With one hand on the handle of the Sun Wheel Sword hanging at his waist, Shinichi wandered around in this small village.

The villagers basically hid in their houses, alert to Shinichi, the sudden stranger. Even if Shinichi could accidentally see the villagers who were not hiding in the house, the villagers would immediately slip away when they saw him as an outsider, and Shinichi would not get any response even if he knocked on the door to ask.

Behind a wooden door, a pair of bright eyes looked at Shinichi outside through the crack of the door, "Grandpa, should we let that brother leave quickly? There is... Um! Um!" Before the little girl finished her words, a pair of old hands covered her mouth, and then her grandfather's scolding sounded in her ears, "Shh! It's just right that this stranger came, otherwise it might be our turn to worship Lord Ginkami tonight. Now it's good, we don't have to worry."

Time passed by minute by minute, and the sun finally set a little bit, and the night covered the entire sky, but the strange thing was that at night, no family in the whole village lit up the lights, and the whole village seemed to be in a dead silence.

Shinichi, who was holding the hilt of the knife, suddenly stopped, his ears moved slightly, and then he looked in a certain direction thoughtfully.

Suddenly, creak! The sound of a wooden door being pushed open sounded in Shinichi's ears. In a wooden house next to him, a nervous head stuck out of the wooden door. The man who suddenly opened the door first looked around vigilantly. After confirming that there was no one, he immediately stretched out a hand to greet Shinichi and signaled him to come in quickly.

Shinichi was stunned for a while, and without thinking much, he picked up Yuanji and walked into the man's wooden house.

Click! As soon as Shinichi entered the house, the sound of the wooden house door slamming shut came from behind him, and the man exhaled with relief.

The wooden house was pitch black, and he couldn't see his hand in front of his face, but Shinichi was not panicked. In his eyes and between his breaths, everything in the whole wooden house could not escape his perception.

"Young man, I'm sorry for making you feel wronged. Please follow me." A man's apologetic voice suddenly sounded in front of Shinichi. After that, under Shinichi's "watch", the man squatted down, fumbled to pull a chain, and then pulled hard, a wooden board was pulled up, revealing a narrow basement entrance.

The two came to the basement, the man struck a match, and lit up several oil lamps in the basement one by one. In the blink of an eye, the whole basement was bright. It was naturally impossible to do this with just a few oil lamps, but, coincidentally, on the walls around the entire basement, there were bronze mirrors of different sizes and shapes hanging one after another, which reflected the light from several lamps together, illuminating the entire basement.

After lighting a few oil lamps, the man also brewed a pot of tea. After pouring out a cup, he asked Shinichi: "Brother, do you want a cup of tea?"

Shinichi shook his head and did not reach out to take the teacup. Since entering the wooden house, Shinichi has not said a word. He has been looking around, "Did something happen in your village? It feels very strange here."

When the man heard Shinichi's words, he sighed with a gloomy face and put down the teacup, "YesYes, I won't hide it from you, there is a monster in our village!"

Seeing that Shinichi didn't show any surprise, the man knew that his guess was right, "Brother, you are indeed a ghost hunter, right?"

Shinichi looked at the man, "Oh? How did you know?" The man pointed to the Nichirin sword on Shinichi's waist, "Because not long ago, two ghost hunters came to our village. They all had long swords like yours on their waists. They called themselves members of the Demon Slayer Corps!"

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"Our village is called Teranishi Village. Because there was a famous temple to the east of the village a long time ago, passers-by have always called our village Teranishi Village until now. My name is Komiya Ijie. My ancestors were mirror makers who cast bronze mirrors for generations, and the craft has been passed down to my generation.

Originally, life in our village was very normal until one day a year ago, when the monster appeared. "Komiya Jingjie's face was heavy as he recounted the great changes that had taken place in Terasi Village a few years ago.

One night, a child from a family in Terasi Village suddenly disappeared. The villagers searched for the child for a day and a night but could not find him. What was even more terrifying was that from then on, children would disappear every once in a while. Until today, more than a dozen children have disappeared. The villagers said that it was the ancient evil ghost Yin Jian who came to seek revenge.

"Ancient evil ghost?" Shinichi raised his eyebrows, "What do you mean?"

Komiya Jingjie smiled bitterly and said helplessly: "Speaking of which, this matter has something to do with my ancestors, because more than a hundred years ago, the most famous mirror maker in Terasi Village was not my ancestor, but a mirror maker named Yin Jian. However, one night, Yin Jian's family all died at home for no reason. At that time, the villagers believed that my ancestor was the murderer, because my ancestor was the only apprentice of Master Yin Jian. "