Demon Slayer: The Undead Swordsman of Thunder

The room was still dead silent, no one answered, Fei Yuzhen suddenly felt something was wrong.

He came to the window by feeling, a faint silver light flashed, the wooden board covering the window was cut off, and the light from the outside shone in.

In a corner of the room, under Hinazaru's fair skin, dark purple blood vessels were particularly obvious, and hemp ropes tied her limbs, unable to move.

After her identity was exposed, she originally wanted to get away by taking poison and pretending to die, but she was discovered by Daki, so she was left to fend for herself.

Seeing this, Fei Yuzhen hurriedly took out the three thousand to save your life and fed her, and cut the rope at the same time.

He carried Hinazaru on his back and left Kyogokuya immediately. The three thousand to save your life can enhance recovery, but it does not have the effect of detoxification, so now it can only ensure that she will not die.

To save her life, either let the nin who is proficient in pharmacology treat her, or the ninja brother Huali took the antidote.

Under the cover of the night, Fei Yuzhen quickly moved towards Fuji House.

At the same time, Zenitsu, who had been waiting for his senior brother to come back, left the room.

He walked around in the corridor like a headless fly, and unknowingly passed by a room where someone was crying.

Zenitsu opened the door and found a little girl trembling and picking up cosmetics.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Do you need my help?"

He asked softly.

The girl looked at Zenitsu with despair, her voice trembling, and said: "I... I broke the makeup box of the courtesan Warabihime, she will definitely beat me to death!"

"Beat someone to death, so outrageous?" Zenitsu was stunned. It was just a makeup box, it wouldn't be fatal.

At this moment, he felt a chill on his back, as if his blood had solidified.

Then, a figure appeared in front of him silently, glared at him with disgust, and scolded:

"Who are you, ugly bastard?"

"What are you doing in my room?"

The person standing in front of Zenitsu was Kyogokuya's most popular courtesan, Warabihime.

Both her figure and appearance were flawless.

"I... I heard someone crying, so I went to see what happened!" Zenitsu explained tremblingly. He felt bad because how could an ordinary human woman appear in front of him silently.

In addition, although the woman in front of him was beautiful, her voice was not like that of a human.

Ghost!

This woman is a ghost!

Zenitsu lowered his head, his face pale, and retreated out of the house while apologizing.

"I'm sorry, I'm new here!"

"I'm definitely not a suspicious person!"

"New here?" Fern Ji was too lazy to pay attention to this ugly guy. She raised her hand and grabbed the little girl's ear and scolded, "Are you a stupid pig?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it!"

"Please forgive me!"

"I'm sorry!"

"I'm sorry?"

"Do you know how expensive this box of cosmetics is?"

"I can't even afford to pay you back even if I sell you. Who let you, a piece of trash, into my room!"

"Waste, go to hell!"

Fern Ji raised her hand and slapped the little girl. The little girl fell to the ground with a bang, and blood oozed from the corner of her mouth.

She cried for mercy and kowtowed crazily, but her behavior made Fern Ji even more angry.

It grabbed the little girl's ear and lifted her up. As the force increased, the root of her ear began to bleed.

That's right, Fern Ji planned to tear her ear off.

No matter how the little girl cried, it was useless. Zenitsu stood at the door trembling all over. He knew very well in his heart that the woman was definitely an upper string.

He would die if he faced an upper string alone.

The little girl's cry for help echoed in Zenitsu's ears, which made him suffer.

Finally, conscience overcame fear.

Zenitsu flashed and grabbed Warabiji's arm. The icy touch was definitely a ghost.

"Let her go. It's just a makeup box. It won't kill anyone, right?"

He said the most domineering words in the most cowardly tone. Warabiji let go of the girl and turned to look at Zenitsu.

Her face sank, and a cold and angry voice sounded: "You, are a ghost hunter?!"

Zenitsu did not answer her, but hurriedly threw the girl out of the room and shouted: "Run!"

This trip and this action have proved his identity. Warabiji's eyes are full of murderous intent.

Suddenly, the boss lady's voice sounded, with a flattering tone,

"Warpie, what's wrong?!"

"Tsk!"

This time Warpie couldn't kill anyone. A pink ribbon came out from her arm, instantly wrapped around Zenitsu, and then dragged him underground.

It was a long tunnel that only a child could pass through, leading to the big pit under the flower street, and Zenitsu had already fainted from fear, and didn't know what happened.

The boss lady walked into the door,Seeing the mess, she probably guessed something and hurriedly said with a smile:

"I'll ask someone to clean it up right away, and I'll definitely replace you with someone who's quick and skillful."

"But can you please restrain yourself?"

The boss lady didn't dare to breathe, and just humbly persuaded her.

But what she didn't know was that at this moment, Fern Princess was angry. She glared at the boss lady, and her fierce eyes made the latter feel unfamiliar.

"Sorry... I won't mention it again!"

She grabbed the boss lady's hair and dragged her to the window.

The boss lady was stunned. How could a courtesan, a delicate girl, have such great strength.

"What... what are you going to do?!"

"I want you to die!" Fern Princess said word by word.

Hearing this, the boss lady struggled frantically, but it didn't work at all. Instead, a lot of hair fell off.

Fern Princess's hand was like a steel clamp, tightly grabbing her hair.

When I opened the window, the sky was already turning pale, and the Flower Street had returned to calm from being bustling.

There were a few passers-by on the roadside, who were like zombies, and after the extreme desires, there was endless emptiness.

Bracken looked at all this indifferently, sneered, and threw the proprietress down.

Coincidentally, at this moment, the owner of Kyogokuya opened the door, and warm blood splashed on his face. The proprietress died.

The passers-by did not scream, but just avoided here with disgust, and remembered the name of the store. They probably would not come here again in the future.

As for the dead, it seemed sparse and common in Flower Street.

"Ugly monster, damn it!" Bracken sneered, and closed the window with her backhand. A ray of sunlight hit the wooden window but could not penetrate.

The boss rushed upstairs with bloodshot eyes, kicked open the door of Fern Ji's room like a madman, and asked loudly:

"Why did you do this?!"

"None of your business!" Fern Ji was combing her hair and had no mood to pay attention to him. She had just killed someone and was in a good mood. She threw out a few gift boxes.

Several shiny things rolled down, including gold, gems, and night pearls, all valuable things.

These were given by her admirers.

Her cold voice sounded:

"Go away, I'll give you a reward!"

"Isn't this what you want?!"