Demon Slayer: I became Tanjiro’s sister

All ghosts who commit acts of killing will eventually go to hell, even the pearl world that has accumulated merit, but the difference is which level of hell they enter.

The eighteen hells are divided according to time, degree of suffering, and region, and each level is marked by more pain and longer punishment.

And the destination of the miserable is the A-nose Hell, also known as the Endless Hell, which is the lowest level of the eighteen hells, with an extremely vast area, rumored to have a total of 90 billion square kilometers.

Here, every minute and every second is punished with great pain, every day faces countless pains of life and death, and because it is already dead, the soul living in this hell can never reach the truth of liberation.

When will liberation be possible?

Those who enter the hell of A-nose cannot be said to be truly eternal and can only be locked up in it, it can only be said that according to the time conversion, even if the earth is destroyed, the sentence without misery will not be completed.

At this moment, Wu Miserable was walking through the layers of hell step by step to the lowest level of these eighteen hells.

His face was pale and weak, and the powerful power that claimed to be the closest to perfect creature before was gone in hell.

Wuxian lowered his head, he did not regret what he had done, only the strong hatred for Qianxia and the Ghost Killing Team in his heart.

The group of guys in the ghost killing team are really too despicable and shameless, and even if they detonate the black powder sneak attack, they even poisoned it.

The most important thing is that Qianxia, obviously inheriting that man's breathing and sword skills, how can he still have that perfect flesh that I can't envy, this is simply "cheating"!!

The thought that he had not even been able to replace Qianxia at the last moment caused a strong sense of shame to welling up in his heart.

[It's going to hell soon, can't you settle down a little?] The

face of Qianxia, who felt angry at a glance, appeared in front of Wu Miserable from time to time, and such a shadow was no less than that of the second killing of him,

it was hateful! Damn it! Damn it!!!

Wu Miserable gritted his teeth and stepped heavily on the ground, and as he went down layer after layer, he found a lot of his little ghosts, but these little ghosts didn't know the face of Wu Miserable, not to mention that they were in pain and couldn't be distracted to look at Wu Miserable.

And further down, the jade pot and the half-heavenly dog and other ghosts appeared in his field of vision, they noticed the arrival of their boss, and their already haggard faces became even more miserable.

They couldn't have imagined that their boss actually lost to the Ghost Killing Team, and this last spiritual pillar was shattered, and the already difficult hell punishment became even more unbearable.

To this, Wuxian just glanced at them lightly and didn't say anything, if he insisted on saying anything to them, he would only condemn why they failed to kill Qianxia when she was not fully developed.

What a bunch... Eater!!!

After a brief encounter with the Jade Kettle and the Bantengu, the journey to hell without tragedy continues.

As the king of demons, the sins he bears are not only those he kills with his own hands, because he is the source of evil in the way of demons, and the sins of his subordinates will fall on his head to some extent.

I don't know how long I walked, and his old acquaintance once again appeared in his miserable eyes.

Black Death... Oh no, it's Jiguo Iwa-katsu.

In a human posture, Jiguo Yankatsu was sitting cross-legged on the ground, enduring the torment from this layer of hell with his eyes closed.

Although Jiguo Yansheng does not have a hobby of killing humans like the jade pot and the half-heavenly dog, the ghost cannot control his bloodthirsty desire, and the blood of his subordinates has been countless for more than four hundred years.

But at this moment, the obsession in his heart has been relieved, and he is calmly accepting the punishment from hell, and now he only thinks about trying to atone for his sins and then reincarnate, and maybe he can still have a chance to meet the karma leading to reincarnation.

And when Wu Miserable came to this layer of hell where he was, Jiguo Yansheng immediately noticed him.

Wu Miao still thought about the past with a tense face, who knew that Jiguo Yansheng raised an arm and pointed to the gate of hell that led to a deeper place in the distance.

"No misery, the hell you are going to is not here."

A nose hell, an endless hell.

For thousands of years, one of the ghosts on the way was only qualified to go to this hell, in other words, the hell where Jiguo Yansheng stayed was not worthy of being miserable.

As far as the eye could see, a hell gate to A-nose's hell was located there, and the area under the door was blurred and burning with a cloud of hellfire that seemed to be able to burn everything.

There is no choice but to move forward step by step to that side, and on the way forward, he still grinds his teeth and thinks about Qianxia, but it's a pity that she doesn't even know Qianxia's name, and the curse can't be accurate in place..................

Ghost Killer Squad Headquarters.

Chinatsu lay on the futon in her mansion, her breathing steady, but there was no sign of waking up for a long time.

When fighting with Hyuza for the first awakening, he slept for a month.

When fighting Black Death Mou, he slept for two months due to excessive consumption.

And Qianxia, who fought with Wu Miserable, can no longer describe her state with excessive consumption, because every minute and second of her rise since Qianxia was hit by the White Thunder Impact of Wu Miserable is exceeding the limit.

Under Qianxia's sleeping flesh, her spirit is also sleeping, just like the sleepiness of You Beans who does not eat people in the original work, sleeping is the best self-protection behavior of the flesh.

Since the end of the Battle Without Tragedy, everyone brought Qianxia back to the headquarters of the Ghost Killing Team to take care of it, quietly waiting for Qianxia's awakening.

As the MVP of the ultimate poison created by Suzu and Butterfly Shinobu in the First World War without the misery of the First Battle, they would not have had a celebratory party without Chinatsu's presence.

Maybe we haven't known each other for a long time, but everyone who works hand in hand to fight against the tragedy is already a warm family.

Time passed by minute by minute, and after the original yellow leaves fell, they grew immature green leaves, and the chicks chirped outside, full of life.

The fatigue accumulated from that night's battle has gradually faded, like a chick breaking its shell, and Qianxia slowly opened his eyes in confusion.

Perhaps because the eyes have not been exposed to sunlight for a long time, the sunlight shining in from the window looks a little dazzling.

Her mind was like a mushy mass staring silently at the familiar and unfamiliar ceiling, and she slowly raised one arm to her forehead, and the other hand covered her deflated stomach.

She stared at the ceiling with salty eyes and muttered softly, "I'm so hungry.................."