Demon Slayer: I will play the ancestor of the Flame Pillar

The sky was gloomy, the wind was howling, and the rain pierced the dark clouds, nailing the wooden walls in clusters.

The noodle shop was sparsely populated, and a few diners gathered together to chat.

"Have you heard that Miss Zhenzhi also disappeared yesterday?

The local leader was furious and punished many brothers in a row. He also put up a reward to hunt down the murderer.

Alas, what a pity, such a beautiful woman."

The diners who looked like guards said with some regret.

Someone took over the conversation in shock.

"How could it be? It's the seventh one, right? This time even the daughter of the local family is missing. How can we live?"

"It's terrible. I heard that some ronin were dissatisfied with the ban on swords and secretly came to the countryside to kill people and practice swords. Could it be..."

This time the person who spoke trembled, and glanced in the direction of Lin Heng with a guilty conscience.

A diner holding a hatchet next to him suddenly retorted loudly in excitement.

"It's not done by humans. I saw it with my own eyes. Murakami was accidentally caught and eaten by evil spirits after he went up the mountain to chop wood."

He swallowed a mouthful of sake, smacked his lips, and continued with lingering fear.

"That day we spent the night together in the dilapidated temple on Xiyu Mountain. He was fine at night, but he disappeared when he woke up.

There was no movement at all, only a pile of bloody clothes. The evil spirit must have taken him away and eaten him."

Boom, boom, boom.

The rolling pin hit the door frame with a violent collision sound, attracting the attention of the diners present.

Everyone swallowed their words and looked towards the kitchen.

"Shut up! It's because you disrespected Buddha that you have such an end. Since the master chef was forced to death by you, even the temple has collapsed."

The loud voice of the old man Hai penetrated the kitchen, and the devil sound rang out like a demon.

"In my opinion, only if the temple is rebuilt now will the old Buddha bless us again."

The old man's voice was so loud that Lin Heng's ears were shaken.

He did not take off his cloak and occupied a table alone in the store. He was clearly separated from the people in the town and looked a little weird.

When talking about the weird things in the town, although everyone's voices were deliberately lowered for the sake of outsiders, Lin Heng could still hear them clearly.

This is the power brought by the panel, there is a kind of beauty of strength.

"Boss, another serving of udon noodles, thank you."

Lin Heng smiled and raised his hand to indicate the order.

"Okay, please wait a moment, sir."

Old Hai stuck his head out and responded to Lin Heng.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he quickly glanced at the Sun Blade protruding from Lin Heng's waist and sighed.

It's a troubled time.

Recently, strange things have happened frequently in the town. For a week in a row, people disappeared inexplicably at night, and no one was alive or dead.

Even the eldest daughter of the local family, Zhenzhi, disappeared yesterday. Now everyone is in danger, and the business of the small shop is not as good as before.

As for the speculation of the crowd, Old Hai sneered. He is a believer of Buddha. Who dares to touch him?

In the past, when there were still incense in the dilapidated temple in Xiyu Mountain, he went to chat with the master chef every day and respectfully burn incense to the Buddha.

Even if there are any evil ghosts, seeing his sincerity, the old Buddha will send a strong man to the world. What is there to be afraid of?

It was just that executioner. The boss remembered the face hidden under the cloak that he had just seen.

He was dressed in sneaky clothes, had strange hair color, pupils like a demon, carried a weapon, had a terrible appetite, and had a creepy smile.

The hand of the old man holding the noodles trembled involuntarily. Could it be that the wanderer came to check the place?

"The twentieth bowl, samurai sir, have a good appetite, please enjoy slowly."

The old man hurriedly put down the udon noodles and greeted them warmly.

"It's an honor for samurai sir to come. There is a meatball shop not far to the east. After the noodles are finished, I will treat you to some meatballs to digest the food."

The noisy voices of the people in the store were choked, and they looked at Lin Heng with awe, and then turned their heads to discuss in a low voice.

He ate twenty bowls of udon noodles in a row, carried a weapon under the ban on knives, and especially looked mentally unstable wrapped in a cloak.

Such a strong man cannot be provoked.

Old Hai believed in Buddhism and was always kind to others. He was respected by everyone. It was normal for him to avoid disaster by giving up a meal.

At this time, Lin Heng was immersed in the pleasure of the increase in his real value and did not pay attention to controlling his facial expression.

[Amazing appetite! This is how our Purgatory family is! The real value increased slightly.]

[Mysterious ronin swordsman. Your extraordinary appearance and behavior attracted the attention and awe of the villagers. The real value increased slightly.]

Before, it was justice, and now the upgrades correspond to the Purgatory Family and the Swordsman. The improvement of the real value seems to split the character.

Lin Heng thought while eating noodles. The improvement of the real value is much easier than he expected, but he can't take it lightly.

Ordinary people give limited character points. They will only believe what they see with their own eyes. They have neither the ability nor the motivation to explore the flaws of Lin Heng's identity.

And the key figures in the world are not easy to deceive. This group of people who occupy a large number of world origins are worthy targets.

Regarding Heng Shoulang's identity, Lin Heng can also think of hard settings such as Yan Hu Master, Genius, and Ghost Hunter who rely purely on strength.

As long as the initial accumulation can be successfully completed, the routine of brushing points~becoming stronger~brushing points can be quickly brushed up.

However, the following settings are really difficult.

Early death, ancestors, mysterious resurrection, how to gain the trust of key figures, these require Lin Heng to show his operation.

No matter what, fame is the first priority. Only when fame is established and people pay attention can trust be gained.

Lin Heng fell into deep thought, anticipating the next action.

Then, the first step is to sacrifice the monk ghost.

Who made him the first ghost encountered in the Demon Slayer World? Besides, Lin Heng also got the first pot of gold in this world from Zhenzhi.

Since he promised to seek justice for the girl, Lin Heng will not break his promise.

Click.

The back of the knife knocked on the table with a crisp sound.

The discussion of the crowd suddenly tightened. Look at Lin Heng.

"Excuse me, I am very interested in the strange things you are talking about."

Lin Heng said with a bright smile on his face and a calm tone.

"Ah? Your Excellency is joking. We don't know anything."

Several diners immediately shrank their necks, fearing that they would get into trouble.

"Don't be afraid. The evil ghosts you just mentioned are very interesting. There is also a temple on the mountain. I didn't see it when I came here." Lin Heng added gently, moving the knife in his hand to point to Chai Fu, his tone was gentle but hard to refuse. "Yes, it's like this. About a month ago, the temple on Xiyu Mountain was smashed by the local leader. The master in the temple was so angry that he vomited blood and died." Chai Fu swallowed his saliva and continued to speak carefully. "Then there were people missing in the town for seven consecutive days, even Miss Zhenzhi in the local leader's house disappeared." Lin Heng thought for a while, and the memory of yesterday came to his mind. The monk ghost shouted something about revenge and Zhenzhi when he left at the end. He also wanted to eat up all the people in the town. Maybe it has something to do with this matter. "Why did the local leader bring people to smash the temple? Is there anyone else in the temple?" Lin Heng continued to ask. "This..." Everyone hesitated. "There is another little monk named Yitong.

Because he and Miss Zhenzhi of the local family fell in love with each other and wanted to elope, which angered the local family, so he committed such a great sin."

Old man Hai came out and preached with a complicated expression.

So that's it, Lin Heng nodded slightly.

It seems that the monk ghost is very likely Yitong.

Then the next thing to do is actually very simple.

Find him and kill him.

As for why Lin Heng has such confidence, the reason is...

[Real value 3%, unlocked ability entries: Breath of Flame (familiar), Swordsman physique, slightly talented, fast digestion]

Very good, give me a lot of talent points, and the power has surged up.

Lin Heng nodded slightly with satisfaction.

Knocking on the kitchen utensils in his hand, the big voice of old man Hai sounded again.

"Hey, today is a month since the master passed away.

You are all blessed by the Buddha, why don't you go with me to worship the master?"

Everyone looked at each other and became cowards again.

Bah! Only a lunatic would go with him.

It's so dangerous outside now. Everyone suspects that the dead old monk has turned into an evil ghost and is hiding. It's too late.

Old Hai looked at the people who were hiding with their heads down, sighed, and turned to leave.

"Wait, where is the temple in Xishan."

Lin Heng stopped Old Hai.

Old Hai looked at Lin Heng with some suspicion and answered with some uncertainty.

"It's on the innermost side of Xiyu Mountain, along the south side of the river, there is only one small path around, Sir Warrior, do you want to..."

At this time, the rain outside had stopped, and the black clouds had not yet dispersed. The sun was hiding inside, and it was gloomy and not a single light could penetrate.

Lin Heng stood up, stretched out his hand to grab the cloak and tighten it, making sure that his whole body was covered, then turned around, opened the door and rushed into the darkness.

"Just going to eat meatballs."