Demon Slayer: The Undead Swordsman of Thunder

Along the rugged mountain road, wooden stakes stained with dried blood were inserted into the rocks. These stakes were exactly a whole tree with both ends cut off.

The strong smell of blood enveloped the area. Fei Yuzhen walked up the mountain road. The surrounding scenery was only a moment, but the stench lingered for a long time.

The smell was disgusting, like a corpse that had been rotting for several days.

Suddenly, a person's head flashed in his peripheral vision. He stopped abruptly and stopped in front of a wooden stake. Looking at the miserable scene in front of him, his blood pressure soared and his eyes were red.

I saw a head nailed to the top of the wooden stake by a sun wheel sword. Although the owner of the head was unrecognizable, his identity could be recognized from the sword.

It was the swordsman of the Demon Slayer Corps who came to investigate not long ago.

"Damn, bastard!"

Fei Yuzhen cursed loudly, he clenched his fists, his nails even sank into the flesh, at this moment, he was extremely angry, his chest seemed to have erupted like a volcano.

That damned ghost actually killed his comrades in arms like this.

He continued to move forward along the mountain road, with only anger in his eyes. Every few steps, he could always see a head nailed to a wooden stake.

The closer to the top of the mountain, the more serious the decay of the head, and the swordsman's original appearance could not be seen at all.

His anger continued to deepen, but he remained calm, but his murderous intent became stronger.

Fei Yuzhen had never been so angry before, as he had died in the battle and his corpse had to be insulted like this.

He counted and found that there were only sixteen heads, excluding the three who survived at the foot of the mountain, and there was one less person.

Could there be any survivors?

He rushed to the top of the mountain with doubts, and what came into view was a wooden tower several meters high. On the side of the wooden tower facing the intersection, a boy wearing the uniform of the Demon Slayer Corps was hung.

It was none other than Murata who had scolded Xia Er. He was not dead, after all, Xia Er wanted to see him die in despair.

"Mr. Shin, it's you!" Murata raised his bloody head, and his hoarse voice was full of hope, because it was Touma Shin who came, the strongest person in their class.

His head was bald, and all his hair was pulled out by Xia Er. His uniform was stained with blood. It was obvious that he had suffered inhuman torture.

Even so, Murata was still not afraid of death, and scolded Xia Er for a whole day.

Looking at Murata's miserable appearance, Touma Shin was furious and searched for the figure of Xia Xian viciously.

"Asshole! Where are you hiding?"

"You'd better not let me find you, or I'll cut you into pieces!"

Seeing that the lower rank had not appeared, Feiyuzhen wanted to save Murata first, but just as he was about to move, a sharp finger pressed against Murata's throat. If he moved a little, Murata would be dead.

On the wooden tower covered by moonlight, a monkey-like figure appeared, it was the gibbon.

The reason why Feiyuzhen didn't find it was all thanks to its blood demon art, wood hiding.

As long as it doesn't attack actively, it will hide in the trees. This is also the reason why it built a wooden tower on the top of the mountain to create a battlefield that is beneficial to itself.

"Human, go and die!"

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

"When facing death, you are humble, desperate, and afraid. In order to survive, you can do anything!"

"Humans are creatures that are afraid of death!"

The gibbon is high above, it looks down at Feiyuzhen, with only contempt in its eyes.

At this moment, it thought it was a god, because it controlled the lives of the people under the tower.

"Pillar, put down your knife, or I will kill this guy immediately!"

As soon as it finished speaking, Murata shouted with his last strength:

"Mr. Zhen, leave me alone!"

"Kill him and avenge everyone!"

"Shut up!"

The gibbon slapped Murata unconscious, and it had begun to indulge in the drama it had arranged.

If the pillar put down the knife, it would destroy his hope in front of this human.

If the pillar did not put down the knife, it would immediately kill the human in front of it. Presumably, the pillar also saw the surprise it had prepared for him.

Seeing his comrade's head nailed to the stake, he must have been furious.

When he thought of being able to torture a pillar who wanted to kill him but couldn't, the gibbon's pleasure multiplied.

After all, no matter how fast the pillar was, it could not be faster than himself with the hostage in his hand.

"I'll give you three seconds to think!"

"1."

"3."

"Time's up!"

Fei Yuzhen's hands kept shaking, as if he had Parkinson's disease. He pretended to be very nervous, but he stared at the gibbon intently and said firmly:

"Don't kill him, I'll let him go!"

Looking at the other party's humble appearance, the playfulness in the gibbon's eyes deepened a bit, and he felt very happy.

Fei Yuzhen bent down, and the moment the knife slipped out of his hand, he suddenly stared at Xia Er and yelled in fear behind himShouted.

"Muzan Kibutsuji, you... why are you here?!"

Muzan Kibutsuji, this name is a taboo name for ghosts, coupled with Touma's realistic acting, the gibbon was stunned.

It really thought that the boss was here.

Just when the other party was distracted for a moment, Touma tightly grasped the knife in his hand, and his eyes became firm.

The ground under his feet suddenly cracked, as if it could not bear his powerful force. With a loud bang, Touma rushed to the wooden tower in front at an astonishing speed like a cannonball that had just been fired.

It happened so suddenly that the gibbon didn't react at all.

Looking at the top of the mountain from the night sky, Touma looked like a ball of red-gold flame moving at high speed, and the long flame tail split the entire mountain top in two.

With a bang, the wooden tower was torn into pieces, and the gibbon holding Murata's arm disappeared, and the ghost fell from the top of the tower overlooking everything.

Until it happened, it felt like it was dreaming.

How dare this guy?

The hostage is still in my hands, who gave him the confidence?

How did this bastard know the name of the adults?

The gibbon was confused, why didn't things go according to his own script.

Fei Yuzhen hurriedly gave Murata a bottle of Save Your Life 3,000, and then quickly placed him in the bushes on the top of the mountain, and then turned and walked towards Xiaer.

The panic and fear on his face were swept away, and he turned to the same playfulness as the gibbon. He laughed in the other's tone,

"I tell you, I want to save people, but you want to die!"

"Have you thought about how many pieces you want to break into?"

"I decided to let you experience the long-lost sun!"

The gibbon stood among the scattered broken wood, staring at Fei Yuzhen in anger, and yelled.

"Liar, you liar!"

"You shameless human, how dare you use adults to deceive me, ahhhhh!"

It pulled its hair like crazy, and its egg-sized eyes were about to pop out.

Fei Yuzhen smiled slightly, stretched out his voice, and said in a mean tone:

"Eh!!!"

"I am shameless!"

"What can you do to me?"

"Hit me, come and hit me!"

He provoked the gibbon crazily, and the other party was like a powder keg, about to explode.

He was actually played by a human.