Demon Slayer: The Undead Swordsman of Thunder

"Haha, is that so?" Xiyue sneered, "Didn't you save him, Lord Tiandao?"

His face was so cold that water could drip out, but he lowered his head so that no one could see it.

"The Demon Slayer Corps has a strong man like you, so how can I not work hard to kill demons? He is just an ordinary person who is insignificant and may not die."

And it doesn't matter if ordinary people die, they should feel honored for sacrificing for the cause of killing demons.

Xiyue didn't dare to say the second half of the sentence in front of Feiyuzhen, it was just to satisfy his own pleasure in his heart.

"I think my decision..."

Before he could finish, an angry fist had hit his stomach. Feiyuzhen glared at Xiyue and asked:

"What do you think of your life?"

"What's the difference between you and a demon, you selfish guy."

"I will report to the lord and remove you from the Demon Slayer Corps!"

Feiyuzhen sighed and walked out of the alley with Zenitsu in his arms. He didn't want to see this guy again. As for the future, let him fend for himself.

After all, there is no legitimate reason to kill this guy now.

"Cough cough cough!"

Xiyue covered his stomach, coughed violently and spit out a mouthful of water. He didn't dare to raise his head and look forward until Feiyuzhen disappeared.

Bullying the weak is a cowardly thing engraved in his bones, even if the strong side is a guy he hates very much.

"Tiandao Feiyuzhen, I'm going to kill you, kill you!"

"Kill you!"

"Ahhh——"

He looked up at the sky, opened his mouth, and let out a deafening roar.

His eyes were wide open, bloodshot, his hands were clenched into fists, and the blue veins bulged like little snakes, as if they would burst at any time.

At this moment, he could no longer control his emotions, and the anger in his heart burned to the extreme.

He knelt on the ground like that, and gradually, the cold rain fell, and the hazy rain curtain gradually engulfed him.

After a while, Xiyue's body recovered from the aftereffects of the punch. He stood up and staggered in the opposite direction of Feiyuzhen.

"It's just the Demon Slayer Corps, I don't care about it!"

When he thought that his high-paying job was gone, he was so angry that his teeth itched.

After an unknown amount of time, the drunken Yaoyue left the city. He was holding a bottle of wine, cursing as he walked, and felt much better.

A vague figure emerged at the end of the rain curtain, and he saw an extremely strange scene in a daze.

It was pouring rain in the sky, but the man did not hold an umbrella. The raindrops bounced off three inches away from his body, as if there was a transparent barrier around him, completely isolating the rain.

At this moment, six red-gold pupils shot out light at the same time, like six sharp swords, straight through the rain curtain, all piercing into Yaoyue's heart.

Just one look, he felt like he was about to suffocate.

In an instant, he sobered up, the world was clear, and the figure in the rain curtain was also extremely detailed.

It was wrapped in a kimono with purple snake patterns and black spots, covering its slender body, and a black horse riding hakama on its lower body.

The long crimson hair was tied up in a ponytail, swaying even in the rain. There were red stripes on the left forehead and the right side of the neck, giving people a sense of evil charm.

Especially the number in his eyes, which made Gyou lose the confidence to resist instantly.

Upper String One.

How could I meet Upper String One, how is this possible?

God, are you kidding me?

It must be like this, right?

His mind was blank, and he didn't know how to keep himself alive.

At this moment, he actually missed Feiyuzhen a little, because only the person he hated the most could save him, and only he could compete with Upper String One.

Gyouyue's blood seemed to solidify, and every drop of rain was like a knife, piercing his skin, and endless fear wrapped him.

Kokushibo didn't even bother to look at him, let alone draw his sword. So far, it still believed that there was only one human who was worthy of drawing his sword, and that was Tiandao Feiyuzhen.

However, seeing that the other party was a swordsman, he wanted to give him a chance. If he had the courage to draw his sword, he could give him a quick death.

Xiao Yue noticed its eyes, which were extremely disgusting. Anyway, he was going to die, so he didn't care about anything anymore and just cursed.

"Who do you think you are?"

"Upper String One?"

"I hate your eyes, which are exactly the same as the bastard Tendou Feiyuzhen's!"

"Kill me, kill me!"

"Why, you don't bother to do it?"

"Why are you pretending? Come and kill me!"

He was almost crazy, like a beast that had been locked in a cage for a long time, with crazy eyes flashing in his eyes.The wild light, as if completely losing his mind.

His breathing became rapid and disordered, his chest rose and fell violently, and his nails dug deep into his palms in his clenched fists.

Even so, he still didn't have the courage to draw his sword against Kokushibo.

But Kokushibo didn't intend to kill him, because it heard a familiar name and felt a deep hatred.

An idea came to its mind: if the swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps were willing to become demons, how wonderful would the expressions of those guys be.

"Do you want to live?"

"Kneel down for me, and then I can give you power!"

"How?"

"Betray the Demon Slayer Corps, betray your teachers and friends, betray your identity, and become a demon!"

With a plop, Gyou knelt down, without any need to think or hesitate.

He kowtowed, just like a person who was about to die of thirst in the desert and found a glass of water.

"My lord, I want to become stronger!"

"My lord, kneeling is nothing, I can kowtow to you!"

"As long as I can kill Tendou Hiwasama, I am willing to do anything."

In the past few hundred years, Kokushibo has given the swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps the opportunity to become demons, but the person in front of him is the only one who surrendered without hesitation.

"Raise your head, open your mouth, and it's up to you to decide your fate!"

It cut its left hand with its index finger, and a large amount of demon blood slid down. Gyoku raised his head and opened his mouth, and rain mixed with blood fell.

I can get power, I can survive, and I can become a demon, so what?

It is not shameful to surrender to a strong man with overwhelming strength. As long as I can survive, there will always be a way. I will not lose until I die.

In a trance, he saw his past, in which there was no evil he had done to others, only the him who was struggling to survive.

Even if I have to beg for mercy, even if I have no home and have to drink muddy water, even if I am accused of stealing money, as long as I can survive, I will win one day, and I will win for you to see.

Tendo Hiuma, Kuwashima Jigoro, Ubuyashiki Yoya, everyone in the Demon Slayer Corps...

I am not wrong!

I am not wrong!

I am not wrong!

Only by surviving is the real way, and that is my way.