Demon Slayer: The Undead Swordsman of Thunder

"Brother Tianyuan, drink the medicine quickly!" Tanjiro struggled to stand up, tremblingly took out a bottle of 3,000 to save your life, and after giving it to Huali brother, he fell back.

Tanjiro's knife, like him, also reached its limit and broke into several pieces.

Not far away from them, Daki was still angry at Jifu Taro.

"Brother, you broke your promise!"

"Now it's all right, we're all going to die!"

"Wuwuwu, I don't want to die, it's all my brother's fault, why didn't you kill them earlier!"

Somehow, Jifu Taro got angry and yelled at Daki:

"Shut up, you idiot!"

"If it weren't for you, how could I lose!"

After this, Daki cried even harder.

"Brother, you idiot!"

"You're starting to be mean to me, wuwuwu!"

"Big idiot, big idiot!"

As a brother and sister, Tanjiro couldn't stand it anymore.

Maybe he felt the same way. He didn't want the siblings to quarrel, especially before they died, they died with anger towards each other.

"Nezuko, can you help me over?" Tanjiro rubbed his sister's head.

"Yeah, yeah!" Nezuko nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, but picked up her brother and threw him up, then ran over with him on her back.

Jifu Taro and Daki were still quarreling, shouting out their anger for a hundred years.

Suddenly, two warm big hands covered their mouths, and Tanjiro's gentle voice sounded:

"You are siblings, you are each other's relatives, don't act on impulse, don't say angry words!"

"Cherish each other, I hope you don't become ghosts in your next life."

After persuading, Tanjiro slowly raised his hands, and the Upper Six siblings shut up.

After a short silence, Jifu Taro spoke first, his hoarse voice sounded:

"Xiaomei, I'm sorry!"

"Brother shouldn't be mean to you, if there is a next life, we can still be a family..."

Before he finished speaking, Jifu Taro disappeared, and Daki was left with only a pair of eyes full of tears.

"Brother, don't go, I'm sorry, I won't lose my temper again!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she completely disappeared, a drop of residual tear fell, reflecting two small figures in it.

...

The red-light district in ancient times was much more cruel than it is now. Beauty was the original sin in such a place, especially for people from the lower class, it was the biggest disaster.

A girl named Mei was born. When she was born, her mother died of dystocia.

She had silver hair and big watery eyes like a pair of blue gems. At a young age, her beauty even surpassed many popular courtesans.

Time passed, and Mei was thirteen years old this year.

She waited for her brother to come home as usual. In her eyes, her brother was the greatest man in the world.

Because she had no parents, her brother raised her and always left the best things for her.

Xiaomei's dream was to become the most powerful courtesan one day and let her brother live a good life.

Suddenly, a drunken warrior kicked open the door of the thatched cottage. He had coveted Xiaomei for a long time and finally waited until her crazy brother was not at home.

He pushed Xiaomei down roughly and tore her clothes.

"Brother, save me!"

"Brother..."

The helpless little girl screamed, the warrior frowned, slapped her, and then approached her with a wretched face.

At this moment, Xiaomei remembered her brother's warning to strike first before being robbed by others.

She stopped crying and pulled out the broken wooden hairpin that tied her hair. The drunken warrior naturally didn't take a powerless little girl seriously, and just took off his pants.

The next moment, Mei blinded the warrior's eye with the wooden hairpin, and warm blood splashed on her face.

"Ahhhhhh——"

"You bitch, lunatic!"

The warrior covered his eyes and ran out of the broken thatched house cursing.

As night fell, Mei was still waiting for her brother at the door, her eyes full of worry.

In the past, her brother should have come back long ago.

Gradually, a figure appeared on the horizon in the distance, and Mei ran over excitedly.

Then, the smile on her face froze.

It wasn't her brother, but the warrior who wanted to insult her during the day, and he brought a few people with him.

The screams echoed in the flower street, but no one cared, because everyone born in the bottom was busy with their own affairs.

After a while, several warriors came out of the broken thatched house with a look of unsatisfied desire.

The warrior whose eye was stabbed came out with Mei, who was naked, and cursed as he walked:

"Bitch, why are you pretending to be noble!"

"Bitch like you, I will play with you whenever I want!"

"Go to hell now!"

"Bah!"

Several people dug a hole in the ground.They dug a big pit and threw the wounded Mei into it. They poured some oil and set it on fire.

Mei's screams and the samurai's perverted laughter intertwined, which was creepy.

At this moment, a skinny boy rushed over from a distance, his eyes were red, and he roared like crazy.

Mei's brother came back, but it was too late.

Jifu Taro held the sickle tightly and fought desperately with the three samurai.

After an unknown amount of time, there were three more corpses on the ground, and the fire on Mei was extinguished, but she had turned into charcoal with only one breath left.

Jifu Taro was covered with wounds, and it was unknown how many bones were broken. It seemed that he would not live long.

Gradually, a big hole was torn in the black sky, and the fluttering snowflakes poured down from the hole like white feathers.

At first, these snowflakes were only scattered sparsely, but soon became dense, and the flower street was covered with snow.

The seriously injured and dying Jifu Taro curled up in the charred pit and wrapped his sister tightly with a torn straw mat.

The brother and sister hugged each other, and the heavy snow swallowed them.

Jifu Taro's dream was to work hard to save money, and then one day let his sister marry a rich family, completely leave the cannibalistic place of Huajie, and live a happy life.

He believed that with his sister's beauty, this dream might still have a chance to come true.

However, their dreams could not be realized because the brother and sister were about to die.

Suddenly, an emotionless voice sounded, like the whisper of a devil.

"Do you want to live?"

Jifu Taro said with all his strength without any hesitation: "Let my sister live."

"Interesting!"

"Then I will let you live, after all, I am in a good mood today!"

In this way, the brother and sister got the blood of the devil and gained a new life.

So, Xiaomei and Jifu Taro died.

The one who survived was the evil ghost, the future Upper Six.

The brother and sister were born in purgatory and brought endless disasters to others.

They may deserve sympathy, but they should pay the price for their actions.

The price is going to hell.