Ghost Slayer: My Wife Kanao

"I'm completely different from a creature like you who can't restrain itself from devouring flesh and blood and loses its nature," Sam said softly.

"Quack!" The ghost roared angrily, "We are all the same creatures, all ghosts!"

The ghost's figure moved forward like a cheetah, its sword-like sharp claws slashing towards the head of the little ghost in front of it. Ghosts have never been social creatures. There can only be one ghost in a region. Although it recognized Sam as one of its own, it had already decided to eliminate the small, seemingly weak ghost before it.

At this moment, Sam's golden pupils opened. With the flow of his palm, the Nichirin Blade seemed to let out a joyous sword cry. With a fierce slash, a red ripple cut through the pitch-black night. The ripple burst open, releasing countless sparks and the sound of metal clashing.

"Clang!"

The Nichirin Blade collided with the ghost's claws. This ghost's claws were as hard as the Nichirin Blade. Before, the owner of this Nichirin Blade, a member of the Demon Slayer Corps, had died under its sharp claws.

The faces of the two met at this very moment, a face-to-face collision. If they were human, they could smell each other's breath. But now, both were ghosts, without breath.

At this moment, Sam could fully see the true face of the ghost. It vaguely had the face of an adult man, but becoming a ghost had rendered its face extremely ferocious. Its eye pupils were white, and a large amount of mucus flowed out of its mouth. Especially when its mouth opened, the ferocious ghost teeth gleamed indifferently under the moonlight.

Looking at the creature, Sam's eyes were indifferent. If he hadn't been able to block the evil ghost in front of him before, he could do it now, clearly because he had become a ghost himself.

At the same moment, information about the ghost appeared in his mind:

Name: Keita Ohno

Ghost Level: Elementary Ghost (Primary Ghost, Evolving Ghost, Lower Rank, Upper Rank, Ancestor of Ghosts)

Abilities: Immortality (Inferior), Ghost Claw, Super Healing

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

This was all the information about the ghost in front of him.

"Roar... Damn brat," the ghost seethed. Its attack was blocked by the Nichirin Blade, and it was enraged. From the moment it became a ghost, although it hadn't completely lost its mind, it had become extremely sensitive emotionally—quick to anger and explosive.

Almost without thinking, the ghost took two steps back, then lunged forward again, approaching with even greater speed and violence. Under the moonlight, the ghost's claws glowed with a deeper coldness. Although not yet physically close, Sam could already feel the chill emanating from the ghost's claws.

With his current strength, he fundamentally couldn't resist. With this judgment in mind, the corner of Sam's mouth showed a deeper coldness. If he couldn't stop it, then he couldn't stop it.

With a slight arch of his body, he stomped his feet and met the ghost head-on at an extremely fast speed. The Nichirin Blade in his hand dragged against the ground, drawing sparks as he moved.

"Stupid brat..." The ghost sneered, thinking the little ghost in front of it might have lost its mind, choosing not to flee and wanting to confront it directly.

Sam raised his eyes, golden ripples flashing across his ghostly pupils. In the next moment, they collided. Ghost claws penetrated his chest.

"Hey... kid... go to hell," the ghost grinned, looking down at Sam with a sneer. For some reason, a strong pain radiated from Sam's chest. It turns out that becoming a ghost did not eliminate the feelings of being human; it still hurt to be injured.

His face became a little ferocious, but at this moment, his five fingers clasped tightly around the handle of the knife.

"Go to hell," he spoke coldly.

"What?" The ghost was slightly surprised.

At that moment, Sam's wrist trembled, and the Nichirin Blade, dragging against the ground, slashed across.

"Crack!"

The sharp blade cut through the neck, sending the ghost's head flying. The power of the sun contained in the Nichirin Blade emanated from the neck and spread throughout the body. In an instant, the ghost's body was completely corroded, leaving only a stench behind.

The boy knelt on the spot, covering his chest with his hands. "It hurts... Why do you still feel pain when you become a ghost? It's really disgusting!" he murmured.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for slaying a ghost and obtaining the ghost's claw."

The Ghost Claw can transform the palm of the hand completely into a ghost form, making it extremely hard, comparable to the Nichirin Blade.

A crisp sound echoed in his mind. At the same moment, he felt something change in his palm. It seemed that with a single thought, his palm could transform.

Thinking this way, he stretched out his five fingers, and in an instant, a touch of gold appeared on his fair palm. This was the ability of the ghost he had just slain. By beheading that ghost, he had acquired its ability.

Could it be that any ghost he beheaded would yield this result? The thought made his heart race with excitement.