Miss Miko found a place to sit down and began to speak slowly.

"In the Edo period, cold weapons still occupied a dominant position at that time. Not to mention here, there are many countries in the world that have a certain sense of worship for swords. The exquisiteness and artistic sense of knives have changed with the improvement of practicality. It has to be more popular with some big people. Many knives can only be equipped by big people of Samurai and above, so every good knife has become a treasure in their eyes...

A long time ago, there was actually a profession called an executioner, who specializes in executing the death penalty for some criminals, but among these executioners, the Yamada Asemon family stood out. This is in the history of many schools. It should be mentioned in the textbook. The members of this family have been professional executioners for generations, as well as sword testers under the nobles, but unlike ordinary executioners, the descendants of Yamada Asemon's family have executed death sentences for many big men.

Among them, because Yamada Asemon monopolized most of the death penalty, a magical medicine called "Human Danwan" appeared later. Legend has it that it can cure all diseases, so the Yamada Asemon family has always been wealthy.

In addition to the high-priced knives bought from swordsmiths, Yamada Asemon also passed down a legendary sword made of meteorite, which has been with the Yamada Asemon family from beginning to end.

Since the beheading penalty was abolished at the end of the 19th century, the knife that had been beheaded for more than two hundred years has lost its proper function. At the beginning, this knife was bought by a foreign businessman as a collection. However, this foreigner went crazy within a few months after returning to his country. In the end, the knife returned to Japan after being circulated several times, but none of the owners who took over it later died, so this knife was also defined as' The Demon Sword' is an extremely ominous thing, and finally Sakura Moon Shrine was established, and the Demon Sword'Jing Mist' was suppressed..."

Chapter 5 It’s okay, it doesn’t have the guts yet

Miss Miko's tone was calm, she didn't know how many times she had recollected this story in her mind, and it didn't get stuck at all. On the contrary, it was told so vividly that it attracted people's attention.

From the establishment of Yingyue Shrine and the appearance of the Demon Sword, she told many other stories about the Demon Sword in detail.

I don't know how long time passed before she made the end. The long talk made her lips dry and cracked, and the tea she held in her hand did not know when to cool down, but it could still play the role of moisturizing the throat.

The crowd chatted for a while, and suddenly Bi Keya Hachiman suggested that he wanted to see the demon sword, because in the past, pilgrims would come to see the demon sword, and nothing happened, so Sakura Moon Shrine can still show the so-called suppression to outsiders. Demon knife.

Following the maiden maiden to a place that resembles a sacrificial house behind the shrine, the maiden maiden opened the lock on the door and reminded:

"Because my grandfather set the rules, the guests who visited the Demon Sword can only watch it for ten minutes at most, sorry..."

"It's okay, it's okay, we are just curious."

Hearing the words of understanding, Miss Miko smiled and nodded, and put everyone in. She followed until everyone entered the house and began to introduce the sculptures in the house to everyone, what kind of gods they were. .

It wasn't until the end that Miss Witch introduced the demon sword placed on the stage among dozens of gods.

"This is the demon sword "Jiwu" passed down all the way from the Yamada Asemon family."

The knife was placed on a table measuring about 1.5 meters away. The sheath of the samurai sword was a weird black and purple, and the lines on it seemed to be struck by thunder and lightning.

Seeing this knife, Chen Feng stroked his chin.

"It's a bit smelly, maybe it's really used to kill."

Even if it is wrapped in a scabbard, this samurai sword still gives people a cold feeling, which is really uncomfortable.

After matting his feet, Chen Feng took off the demon knife on the stage, and watched under the shocked expression of Miss Miko.

"Of course. After all, this knife is a'torture instrument' passed down from generation to generation by Yamada Asemon. There are not ten thousand people who died on it, but one thousand."

"However, the knives made by the ancient method can last until now and it is considered to have a long life." Chen Feng pondered: "Let's not talk about the material issues. The craftsmanship level of modern knives is much better than that at that time. It is just simple quenching and annealing to adjust the toughness of the weapon. The craftsmanship of this knife is indeed much better than other ancient knives I have seen."

Chen Feng waved the knife.

"It should have also used the craftsmanship of covering the earth and burning the blade, the combination of rigidity and softness, and the purity of the material... as a weapon, it was already very good at that time."

There is no rust on the face of this samurai sword, and it doesn’t say that it’s shimmering, but it shouldn’t be difficult to simply split a straw mat. Although he doesn’t know much about cold weapons, Chen Feng still knows some forging. The technological process of the knife.

Taking into account the age of this knife, Chen Feng is naturally not good at comparing modern swords with, let alone collision tests, using all kinds of modern synthetic materials to chop this knife, and estimate it. Just cut it off.

"That...that...that..."

"Oh, don't worry, I just took a look."

Chen Feng retracted the knife into its sheath and put it back in place.

"I didn't mean anything else." Miss Miko explained embarrassingly: "It's just that many stories about this knife are actually true, and I don't want it to be passed on to others."

"It's okay, it doesn't have the guts yet."

Chen Feng grinned and said disdainfully.

Let’s not say how much water is in the middle of these things. If it is something like evil spirits, he really doesn't believe that this broken knife can be compared to his hands.

Seeing Chen Feng put the knives back, Miss Miko was relieved. When the time passed, Miss Miko led everyone out of here.

Reggie's complexion was plain, almost as if carved out of the same mold as Chen Feng. As for the others, I felt some discomfort in it.

"I don't know if it is because of the atmosphere. I always feel that the room looks terrible." Miss Kato patted her chest and gasped.

"Hmm!"

Komachi nodded frantically, "Especially the knife is bright and shiny, and there is a faint fishy smell on it."

"Yes? Why didn't I smell it?"

"Because you are a dull fool, brother!"

"Yes, yes, I am the dumbest."

Hachigaya Hachiman stretched out his hands helplessly and followed Komachi's words.

He didn't dare to shame his sister's face, otherwise the ghost knew whether he would kneel on the washboard and apologize after returning home.

Chen Feng was a little surprised when he heard Komachi's words.

He is very sensitive to the smell of blood because he has spent a long time on the battlefield and on the operating table.

The knife did have a richer smell of blood, which may not be a big deal to Chen Feng, but in his opinion, the knife on it might indeed have close to a thousand lives.

It was also when Chen Feng saw the real body of this knife with his own eyes that Chen Feng was sure that Miss Miko had not lied, and that this knife was indeed a tool of torture handed down from a long time ago.

Those so-called evil auras are not actually a kind of temperament, but a kind of blood that has been contaminated with too much because of killing too many people, and then the smell remains on the body to form a kind that will be disgusted by various creatures. Fishy smell.

In fact, many ordinary people can't feel the specific fishy smell on a person. Only a very small number of people can have an abstract and general warning from the sixth sense, warning the person in front of them to be very dangerous.

Only those with blood in the same hands can smell that stinky smell from others, which is so specific that it cannot be more specific.

But is Komachi this kind of person? Obviously not.

Then how could she feel that smell so specifically?

This is what surprised Chen Feng.

"Komachi, are you sure you smelled a bad smell?"

"Yeah, senior, it smells very strong." Komachi frowned, as if reminiscing about the feeling at the time. After a while, she shook her head uncomfortably, "I feel nauseous when I think of it, and I felt dizzy just now. ..."

"Eh...? Does Mr. Guaiguai smell that smell like Sister Komachi?"

"No, I was just curious."

Chen Feng answered the wrong question and quickly changed the subject, "The time is almost there, let's go back."