Demon Slayer: I can create my own breathing

"Where can I find Wu Miao?" Yuan Cangtai thought silently.

"Since he is the so-called ghost king, then if you destroy him, you can destroy all the ghosts in this world."

Then he shook his head slightly, and the unrealistic thought came out of his mind.

Now with his strength, he doesn't know if he can be slashed when he encounters no misery.

The first time he encountered an ordinary ghost with poor strength, he was choked.

No matter how strong the demon is tonight, he can't guarantee that he will be able to kill the other party 100%.

An emotion called anxiety quietly took root in his heart, and in the face of an unknown enemy, Gen Cangtai had to become strong enough to gain a foothold in this world.

He put away his thoughts, looked at his sister who was praying for the dead souls on the ground, and said, "Let's go, here we can't sleep well tonight, go and pack some things that can be used, and let's go back to the wooden house."

He gently pulled Minamisa to her feet, and the two of them packed up their things and left the place silently.

The faint moonlight sprinkled, and the two of them didn't speak on the road, and Yuan Cangtai didn't want to be too silent between them, this sad emotion has always existed in my sister's heart, which is not conducive to physical and mental health.

He broke the silence.

"Sister, do you know what attacked us?"

Minamisa said softly, "When I used to treat them in the village, the village chief once told me about the topic of man-eating ghosts, but at that time, I only thought that he was talking about a legend, and I never thought that the evil spirits in the original story were so close to us.

"The village chief said that when he went to the mountain next door a few months ago to collect medicine, he met an old man who lived in the mountain, and the old man told him not to go out for the time being, because there are ghosts and creatures, and ghosts have a cruel temperament, and they feed on humans."

Speaking of this, Gen Meisha's voice trembled a little.

She continued, "The power of the demons seems to come from the ghost king, and the ghost king gives them his blood, and they become powerful ghosts.

Yuan Cangtai took over, "Is it like the vampires of the West?" "

What vampires?" Genmisa looked at her brother with a little confusion.

"I read it in a miscellaneous book, and it said that the ancestors of vampires in the West can give humans source blood, and after getting the source blood, humans will become vampires and gain the same talent as vampires, but vampires who are not given blood in this way are far less powerful than the ancestors."

Minamisa fell into thought

, "That's right, that's what the village chief told me at the time, he said that ghosts are such creatures, they have the property of being immortal, and the only weakness is the fear of touching the sun."

Saying that, they came to the house, packed up their moods and prepared to rest, they encountered too many things today, and they needed some time to calm their moods.

In order to prevent another accident at night, Gen Cangta placed his sleeping bag opposite his sister and the knife on his left hand side.

After a night of silence, they each fell asleep wrapped in their sleeping bags.

When the first rays of sunlight pierced the clouds and fell on Gen Sota's body, he didn't open his eyes immediately, but silently took five deep breaths to adjust his body to its best before he stood up.

Minamoto Misa prepares breakfast for herself and her brother.

"Sister, you go to the mountain with me, I don't worry about you staying here by yourself."

After breakfast, Yuan Cangtai was packing up the things he was going to bring with him when he went up the mountain to cut down trees, and he put axes, knives, and bracers into the basket and said to the kitchen.

From inside the kitchen, there was a light voice from Minamoto Misa.

"It's all right, the ghosts don't appear during the day, you can go up the hill with confidence, you cut the wood on the hill and flow down the river, and I set up a fence at the creek to stop the wood. If I go, no one will pull the wood to the shore.

"That's fine, then I'm leaving."

Yuan Cangtai carried the basket on his back and straddled the knife around his waist.

He is wearing a black kimono today, and the outer coat is also a black haori, and the main thing is a ruthless son.

"Goodbye, sister!"

"Have a safe journey, goodbye Cangtai!"

Mt. Chishi, the top of the mountain.

Yuan Cangtai untied the basket and put it next to the stream, he put his hand in the water to cool down, wiped the sweat on his head, and looked at the sparkling water, it seemed that there were still fish swimming.

Yuan Cangtai's mind moved, and he immediately thought of the taste of this fish stew.

And if it weren't for the limited conditions, he would have wanted to make a squirrel osmanthus fish for his sister to taste.

Thinking of this, he gently grasped the hilt of the knife and stared at the fish flowing in the stream like a cheetah.

He held the knife in his backhand and raised it high.

This familiar action reminded him of the scene in the Chinese textbook, he chuckled and shook his head, since he can't go back, let's try to live my life here.

With a "brush", the blade of the knife firmly stuck to a carp, and the blood gradually polluted the bottom of the water between the continuous twisting of the fish.

He went to the lake, picked up the fish and threw it into the back basket, ready to change places to tie a few.

Suddenly, there was the sound of Si Si Suosuo from behind.

Yuan Cangtai, who is particularly sensitive to sound, clenched the knife almost immediately.

He turned back, facing the place where the noise was coming from.

This kind of action allows him to react as soon as he sees the enemy, and as long as it is not particularly outrageous, he will definitely end up with a slight injury if he is stabbed alive.

His teacher taught him to take the lead in all battles, so that he could be better positioned to deal with the enemy.

There were constant footsteps in the woods, and a burly man wearing a white fox mask and carrying a human-high wooden box appeared in Yuan Cangtai's field of vision.

The burly man didn't care about the boy's hostility towards him in front of him, and he bowed slightly to Yuan Cangtai.

"When we first met, my name was Tetsu Torotaro, and I was a knife forging man in the Knife Forging Village."

He raised his head and carefully looked at the delicate boy in front of him, "You are a member of the new recruit of the Ghost Slayer Team, which time did you pass the test of Wisteria Mountain, why didn't I have an impression of you." "

Ghost Slayer?"

Gen Cangtai glanced at the man who called himself Tetsu Kotaro and found that his muscles were exaggerated, and he really looked like an iron, well, forging knife.

He relaxed a little, and the knife hung around his waist.

"I'm Yuan Cangtai, I'm not the ghost killer you say, I'm just an ordinary teenager, going up the mountain to catch some fish and barely survive on my stomach."

Tetsu Tora Taro looked at his expression that didn't seem to be fake, and his heart rated him up a notch.

He let out a hearty laugh: "Hahaha, you are very good, if you are not mistaken, there is still a ghost residue on your knife, and the approximate time is not more than a day, have you recently killed something like a monster?" "