Ghost Slayer: My Wife Kanao

Feeling the struggle of the girl on his back, Sam Miller suddenly realized something and tightly grasped Kanao Tsuyuri's hand.

"Don't worry, this time, I'll be with you," he said seriously.

The girl's trembling body stopped suddenly, and she quietly lay on his back, no longer struggling. Maybe it was a habit of being submissive, or perhaps her fiancé's words gave her a little sense of security.

For Kanao Tsuyuri, even a little sense of security was a very luxurious thing—so luxurious that she tried her best to hold onto it. Seemingly sensing Kanao's state of mind, Sam's mood grew slightly depressed, thinking about Kanao's childhood and becoming increasingly disheartened.

Are there really such cruel parents in this world? He couldn't understand why some parents would treat their children like this.

However, before taking Kanao home, he had to cover up... Involuntarily, he touched his head, feeling the pair of ghost horns—things that didn't belong to humans and could easily expose his true nature.

Leaping over a fence, he found a black bamboo hat in a nearby house to cover the ghost horns on his head. With Kanao Tsuyuri in tow, he set off again toward her home.

As they approached the place where Kanao lived, the stench in the air grew more intense, with human waste visible in the roadside ditches. Clearly, Kanao lived in a slum, and the environment here was extremely poor. From time to time, the screams of women could be heard from dark corners—prostitutes selling their bodies for money. There were also the cries of abused toddlers and the roars of bullies. The filth of the world thrived in this slum.

When they arrived, he could feel the girl's small hands gripping his clothes tighter. He reached out and gently patted her thin back, and her mood seemed to stabilize with the comfort of his touch.

Soon, a dilapidated courtyard appeared before them. This was Kanao's home, where her parents—her father and mother—lived. He gently set Kanao down. For some reason, the girl's star-like but emotionless eyes now showed a palpable sense of fear.

He reached out and gently held Kanao's small hand. Her hand was so small and thin, which filled him with pity. At the same time, an invisible fire of anger spread in his heart.

He knocked on the door.

"Who is it?"

With a constant roar from inside, the door was suddenly pushed open, revealing a man with a swollen face standing before Sam.

Kanao's father.

Kanao's father looked strangely at Sam, who wore a black bamboo hat, but his gaze quickly fell on Kanao, who was holding Sam's hand.

"You worthless thing, where did you go today?" he barked, almost instinctively raising his hand to strike his daughter. This seemed to be a normal thing for him.

A flash of fear crossed Kanao's eyes, and she didn't dare to dodge. She instinctively turned her head to the side, praying to avoid a deadly blow.

Clearly, Kanao was ready to be beaten—it had become her instinct, or habit, to expect parental violence.

Only this time, the hand did not fall. Sam's hand reached out, blocking Kanao's face and grabbing the large hand that was poised to strike her.

At that same moment, a hint of indifference flashed across the golden eyes beneath Sam's black hat.