Ghost Slayer: My Wife Kanao

The lead bullets ejected from the musket pierced the air, causing bursts of howling. In the blink of an eye, they were already close to the body. Holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, he slashed through the fiery red light.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

At this moment, the swung blade seemed to weave a fiery red net, blocking the incoming lead bullets one after another. But the bullets were too fast. Moreover, his time as a ghost was too short, and he hadn't fully adapted to his newfound strength.

One lead bullet managed to pass through the fiery red sword light and hit his chest. The lead bullets bursting from the musket carried a powerful impact, causing him to stagger back a few steps.

Looking down, a finger-thick bullet hole appeared on his chest.

"Hit," Ichiro Tamoya exclaimed, his face flushed with excitement after having been pale with fright moments before. "No matter how powerful you are, you are still human."

There was a hint of sarcasm at the corner of Ichiro Tamoya's mouth. Many people like this had died at his hands. He had seen countless ignorant people display their courage momentarily, only to fall helplessly when faced with firearms.

Like this brave young man in front of him.

With a shot to the heart, death was not far away. He was dead. Ichiro Tamoya showed a smug smile, though he was also shocked by the strength Sam Miller had displayed. The bravery of a person had reached such a level that he could even catch a bullet.

"It hurts!" Sam muttered, covering his chest with his hands. This was the part that had been pierced by a ghost's claw before. It had healed thanks to his ghostly powers, but now it was pierced by the bullet again. He hadn't lost his human sense of pain just because he had become a ghost.

"Keep shooting," Ichiro Tamoya ordered his subordinates coldly. Because of Sam, he had already lost more than a dozen elite thugs, which made him furious and hate Sam even more. Today, he had to be killed.

At that moment, Sam raised his head. In the distance, more than a dozen dark muzzles pointed at him.

"Heh..." A sneer appeared at the corner of Sam's mouth. He stepped on the ground with his toes, and his figure quickly disappeared into the surrounding darkness.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Buckshot pierced the air, hitting nearby buildings with burning flames.

"Bang! Bang!"

A series of lead bullets flitted through the air, hitting the nearby buildings with a deafening sound. The boy's voice moved among the bullets, with several lead bullets almost grazing his cheek.

Into the darkness, he vanished from sight. The gunners were overwhelmed.

Suddenly, a young man wearing a bamboo hat appeared in front of these gunmen. The gunners realized it was too late to shoot again. They only saw the golden eyes under the bamboo hat, followed by the raised sword light.

In an instant, it cut across their necks. Blood spattered, and their bodies stiffened. Heads fell, and they dropped to the ground with heavy thuds.

In an instant, the sword in Sam's hand swung continuously.

In a short period, in the pitch-black night, only a fiery red sword light flickered, followed by a gush of blood, dyeing the night with a tinge of red.

But it was only a short time.

All of Ichiro Tamoya's subordinates were beheaded. Only Ichiro Tamoya stood there blankly, watching all of this with a pale face.

"Plop..."

Ichiro Tamoya couldn't help but kneel on the ground, looking at the young man approaching with horror on his face. He couldn't fathom why Sam was still alive after being shot in the heart.

Seeing the young man approaching step by step, his eyes were full of remorse. How could he have provoked such a murderous figure?

"Forgive... forgive me..." Just as the plea for mercy left his mouth, a sword had already been swung.

Puff!

It was the sound of a sword cutting into flesh. Sam easily chopped off Ichiro Tamoya's head.

Standing in the middle of the pool of blood, the golden eyes of the young man under the bamboo hat flickered slightly.

For a long time, a slight sigh escaped his lips. Not long ago, he was just an ordinary good boy in society, and he experienced so much in a short period. Before he knew it, he already had dozens of lives in his hands.

Shaking his head, he bent down and picked up some money from Ichiro Tamoya. At the same time, he picked up two muskets from the ground and strapped them to his waist.

Firearms were a good thing. They might be lacking in dealing with ghosts, but they were a great weapon against people.