Demon Slayer: Add friends to become stronger! Zenitsu is my best friend

Under the night sky, Pingjing's West District was desolate and silent.

The wind quietly passed through the ruined streets, rolling up dust and fallen leaves. In an instant, the originally noisy sounds stopped abruptly, and it seemed that even the sound of breathing was swallowed up by the solemn atmosphere.

The sudden arrival of the wolf-fang ghost should have caused a melee, but with the appearance of Luochuan, the whole scene seemed to be paused.

Luochuan's figure was a little thin in the moonlight. Around him, the breeze blew his clothes, swaying gently, making a slight rustling sound.

No talent, medium aptitude and comprehension, blood ghost magic fangs, none of which were useful to him.

Then there was no need for Luochuan to waste his breath on this wolf-fang ghost.

The wolf-fang ghost whose head was chopped off, in a few breaths, his body began to turn into black smoke and gradually disappeared.

Until his death, the wolf-fang ghost did not understand how he died.....Is that the guy who drew the knife?...

""The location of other ghosts"

Luo Chuan raised his head and looked at the three people who were already in a daze.

He didn't explain too much. The mission was just something he could easily solve. The main purpose was to come out and select ghosts who could"make friends".

The improvement of strength has also broadened Luo Chuan's horizons. He no longer thinks highly of some small blood ghost arts.

Seeing that the three people were still staring at him blankly without responding, Luo Chuan frowned.

"Um?"

"Izakaya....There is a pub...There are three in the East and South urban areas...There is another one in Kinkakuji Temple."

Having noticed Luochuan's dissatisfaction, Haruto came back to his senses, swallowed his saliva, and replied stutteringly.

His brain has crashed now, and he has no ability to think at all. Is he dreaming?

Why did the Wolf Fang Ghost die before he could even finish his words? Isn't he a Class A ghost? Why is he like paper?

The fight with them that day was clearly not like this. Facing the four of them joining forces, he was almost crushed. Now???

Could this be a clone of the Wolf Fang Ghost?

He thought Luochuan would be very strong, but he didn't expect Luochuan's strength to be so strong.

He killed the Wolf Fang Ghost with one knife. No, he didn't even see Luochuan draw his knife, he only saw the flash of lightning.

This was beyond his imagination......

Luochuan nodded and jumped towards the area leading to the Hirai city area.

Hongzhi rolled his throat with difficulty, then pointed at Luochuan's departing figure with trembling fingers and asked Qingren:"What is this?"....Is this what you call a B-class swordsman? ?"

The battle just now made Hongzhi feel that what he saw was not a B-class swordsman killing an A-class ghost, but a Pillar-class killing a Gui-class ghost. It was too easy, as if Luochuan just passed by and waved his hand, and the A-class wolf-fang ghost's head fell to the ground.

The process was so easy that it was unbelievable. How could this be the strength of a B-class swordsman?

Is this almost catching up with those Pillar-class adults?

"real...I heard it clearly at that time. The one that the 鎹騰騰 was talking about was the B-class swordsman. Daxiang was there at the time. If you don’t believe me, ask Daxiang."

Hearing the surprise in Hongzhi’s words, Haruto wanted Daxiang to prove himself.

"Daxiang? ? Daxiang? Say something, everyone is gone."

Haruto called Daxiang's name several times but didn't get a response, so he pushed Daxiang with his hand.

Daxiang turned his head mechanically, his eyes a little flustered and said:"Haruto, what are you talking about?...I just said that Lord Luochuan escaped. He heard...Did you? I was angry at that time....."I just said it casually."

At this time, Daxiang realized how ridiculous his speculation about Luochuan was.

What about the B-level swordsman and the escape? All of them disappeared when the wolf-fang ghost head fell just now.

Since the wolf-fang ghost appeared, it was like a big stone pressing on their hearts.

But now, this big stone is in Luochuan's hand, and it can't even withstand a single move....

An unknown swordsman who got to the B-level by relying on his talent? No, this is Lord Luochuan!

Hearing the change in Daxiang's address to Lord Luochuan, Haruto patted Daxiang on the shoulder and said,

"should...Are you okay? Lord Luochuan doesn't look like someone who would care about such things."

Daxiang nodded, feeling a little relieved.

"Let's go, we have dealt with the matter of the Wolf Fang Ghost, let's go back and check the situation in other areas of Pingjing."

Speaking of finishing, Haruto's eyes were still a little dazed.

When he came here, he thought of countless situations, thought about a desperate battle, thought about who among the three of them would die, but he never thought that the Wolf Fang Ghost would be dealt with in this way.

"I will go back with you guys,"

Hongzhi said with his hand.

Ghosts have a strong sense of territory, especially for a wolf-fang ghost.

Although the wolf-fang ghost is gone now, the remaining aura will temporarily ensure that no other ghosts will appear in this area.

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When Hongzhi and the other two rushed back to the izakaya, the Voldemort that had originally given Haruto a headache was no longer moving, leaving only a pool of thick blood to indicate his presence.

Voldemort can travel freely underground, and often launches attacks inadvertently, harasses and devours passers-by.

Haruto has been caught in many difficult battles. However, now, there is only a pool of dark blood sticking on the floor.

There is almost no sign of damage in the surrounding environment.

This situation can only mean one thing, Voldemort and the Wolf Fang Ghost died just as easily, with almost no room for resistance.

Haruto looked at the pool of blood in a daze, and suddenly felt powerless. They didn't even see how they were solved.

Luochuan's power made them feel at ease and helpless. The peace of mind was because Luochuan was there, and Voldemort, who had once given him a headache, was as easy to deal with as an ant; the helplessness was a reflection on their own strength, and the gap between them and Luochuan was too big.

If all B-level swordsmen are like this, then aren't they too weak as C-level swordsmen?

After confirming that Voldemort was dead, the three quickly went to Dongcheng District.

Dongcheng District is a complex place.���, there are three ghosts here. Although their strength is not as strong as that of ghosts in other areas, they will choose to join forces briefly when facing the Demon Slayer Corps.

One Class C and two Class D ghosts, even the strongest Hongzhi will have some concerns.

However, when they arrived in Dongcheng District, they once again witnessed Luochuan's overwhelming strength.

The three ghosts in Dongcheng District are the Fire Fox Ghost who controls flames, the Weeping Ghost who can produce strong noise interference, and the Shadow Ghost who is good at invisibility.

These three once made the night life of the residents of Dongcheng District miserable.

However, under Luochuan's treatment, they were as if they had never existed, leaving only traces of the past.

The Fire Fox Ghost's territory is left with only ashes and scorched earth. The once lush cherry trees are now just charred branches, ruthlessly stretching towards the gray sky.

On the ground, cracks are crisscrossed, as if they were burned from the inside by huge heat. The smoke and dust coming out of countless cracks carry a burnt smell. The air is filled with the residual heat of the past flames, and even walking can feel the temperature of the ground under your feet.

The Weeping Ghost's residence was completely silent, even the slightest sound of the wind seemed to be suppressed.

The Shadow Ghost's dark alley was originally a forgotten corner of the city, an ideal place for it to lurk and spy.

Now, the black fog in the dark alley slowly dissipated, and the faint moonlight shone through the gaps between the tall buildings, sprinkling on the narrow ground in patches.

The graffiti on the wall seemed to have become blurred, and the colors appeared dull.