Human accounts are forced to reach max level

By helping to cover up the cause and effect of its existence, it prevents it from being discovered by some indescribable great beings, and ensures its safety to a certain extent.

He instinctively judged this choice and thought it was very fair.

Until now...

The consciousness of the earth feels as if it is about to lose a lot of money.

Gan, stop looking for it, the original energy it stored is almost gone! ! !

The green dumplings began to roll around in a panic.

With the King in Yellow's current search intensity and causal investigation, he can only help cover up for one day at most...

No, you have to mislead!

So, after some mechanical and rational analysis, the eyes of the earth’s consciousness——

Silently moved to a deep sea somewhere.

He has a solution.

...

at this time.

Somewhere where there is nothing.

No matter it is time, space, cause and effect, or material and non-material, there is no concept of existence here. What is there is nothing but eternal silence and darkness.

This is the gap between "worlds".

Suddenly, a ball of light emitting pale white fluorescence shuttled past.

It was still tightly covered with countless gray-white and dark-green tentacles, which were indescribable, but were rapidly disintegrating.

At this time, the ball of light happened to pass by a world that it had encountered before, and paused for a moment.

After a slight flash, continue to the randomly selected destination.

Chapter 145: A swordsman who does not belong to this era

The sky turned white, and it was a clear morning again.

The quiet courtyard is dotted with green bamboo, and the green leaves are swaying in the cool breeze.

Suddenly, the root of a leaf broke, and it blew down. It spun around in mid-air, but was cut in half by a wooden knife.

"call--"

The man holding the sword exhaled a breath of hot breath, which turned into white mist, and finally ended his daily morning exercise.

Her long orange hair looked a little damp from sweat, but the edges were a fiery crimson.

Under the red and black sword eyebrows, there are piercing eyes, full of energy, and he is easy to move in. The brown Demon Slayer uniform is covered with a haori embroidered with flame patterns, which is swaying in the wind.

Even under the sunlight, it gave people the illusion that there were real flames burning on it, lifelike.

As for this slightly special Haori, in the Demon Slayer Squad, only the Flame Pillar is qualified to wear it.

That symbolizes a legacy that lasts for hundreds of years.

"It's almost time for breakfast."

A powerful voice suddenly sounded loudly.

Purgatory Anjuro put the slightly worn wooden knife back on the shelf beside him, then turned around and walked back to the house.

In fact, before dawn, when he was about to start morning exercises, he had already eaten a dozen rice balls prepared last night, but for him, they were just to fill his stomach, and now While preparing the main meal.

After all, only when you are full can you have the strength to continue exercising and killing ghosts.

"Lord Yanzhu, Lord Yanzhu!"

At this time, very nervous shouts came from outside the courtyard.

A man dressed in black and wearing a face mask was standing outside the door nervously.

In the Demon Slayer Corps, most people without swordsmanship skills join the team that handles the finishing touches after fighting demons——

"hidden".

In addition, they will also undertake some of the errand work or innovation notification work for those special crows that have been trained.

This masked man is one of them.

At this time, he was quite nervous because he was about to meet Zhu.

The so-called pillars are the nine highest-ranking swordsmen in the demon slaying team. The members whose ranks are below the pillars will die at a too fast speed one after another during the battle with ghosts, but they are different. The pillar that supports the Demon Slayer Corps.

He took on most of the pressure of defeating evil spirits and also rescued countless team members.

He is quite an amazing person!

The person he wanted to see was one of the "Pillars", the "Pillar of Flames".

I heard he was a very majestic and distinctive person, the masked man thought excitedly.

"Oh, is it Yin?"

At this time, a loud and loud voice suddenly sounded, which brought him back from his wandering mind. He quickly raised his head and found that the door had opened at some point.

"Is there a problem?"

Purgatory Anjuro asked with a smile on his face. In other words, he basically smiled and faced life positively at all times.

The Nichirin sword worn at the waist has a dark red blade stored in a gray and white scabbard. The flame-shaped sword seems to symbolize the fiery person its owner is at heart.

"Fire, Lord Fire Pillar!"

The masked man stood up subconsciously and was so flustered that he didn't know what he was saying: "Good morning! Have you eaten?"

But as soon as he finished speaking, he immediately regretted it.

Is he a fool? What nonsense are they saying to Zhu!

But the hearty laughter that followed dispelled his uneasiness.

"Hahaha, you are so energetic early in the morning. Very good, very good!"

Purgatory Anjuro laughed and patted the other party's shoulder: "I just finished my morning exercise and haven't had breakfast yet."

"Then, am I disturbing your meal?"

"Nothing. Oh, by the way, what are you here for?"

"Ahhh, sorry, sorry, I almost forgot."

The masked man, whose shoulder was aching from being slapped, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, but finally calmed down a little and recounted the Lord's order.

"Actually, it's like this..."

After a while.

"Oh? In just a short period of time, more than forty people disappeared on that train, and several swordsmen also lost contact with them."

After hearing what the other party said, Purgatory Anjuro frowned slightly.

Although the smile on his face is still there, it has become much more serious.

Without hesitation, he nodded and agreed.

"I understand, please rest assured, lord, I will take care of this matter and leave now."

"Please, please wait a moment, Lord Yanzhu, the thing is like this, we have not collected all the relevant intelligence information, and some of the personnel have not yet been prepared and dispatched, so please rest for a day first and recuperate. , wait until tomorrow before heading to the destination.”

Looking at the heavily bent man in front of him, Purgatory Anjuro was still smiling. After pondering for a while, he still didn't refuse after all.

After all, I don’t know when in history, it is said that the ghosts who once roamed the night became particularly good at hiding.

If those who went to conquer were just ordinary members of the Demon Slayer Corps, their ferocity would not change at all.

But if those who go are at the pillar level, then the ghosts other than the Twelve Quarter Moon are really trying their best to escape, showing off their own special abilities.

He once encountered a ghost who was particularly good at drilling into the ground. The moment he saw him, he drilled more than ten meters into the ground in just the blink of an eye, and continued to dig further into the distance frantically.

He was not given a chance to fight at all, and he lurked for a long time.

The next time I heard about it coming out to hunt for food was already half a year later.

That’s true!

Therefore, the intelligence work before departure must indeed be done well.

After shaking his head slightly to get rid of distracting thoughts, Purgatory Anjuro said with a smile.

"Well, I understand. I will train all day today to prepare for departure."

"Yes, thank you very much!"

The masked man, who still kept his bent posture, responded loudly, and his voice imitated the other person's and became very loud.

But this time, he didn't hear the other party's reply.

"...Lord Yanzhu?"

After waiting for a while, he secretly raised his head and took a suspicious look, only to find that the figure of the other party had disappeared at some point.

"Oh oh oh, so awesome!"

His eyes suddenly lit up. Although he did not have the talent for swordsmanship, as a hidden person, his senses were very sharp, but he was completely unaware of when the person in front of him left.

Sure enough, Zhu are all very powerful people!

But don't be too convinced by rumors, majesty and so on. Master Yanzhu is obviously very easy to talk to, and he is also a very cheerful person who loves to laugh.

It’s really enlightening. Today will definitely be a good day.

Thinking of this, the masked man couldn't help humming a ditty, preparing to put it back to his lord, reporting that the mission had been conveyed, as well as Yan Zhu's words.

However, just as he turned around, as if he had thought of something, he quickly turned around and helped to close the open door properly.

"Really, Master Yanzhu is so careless, he even forgot to close the door."

After doing this, the masked man, who thought his impression of Zhu was enriched, left happily and satisfied.

And in the courtyard at this time.

Empty.

...

Japan.

The capital is Tokyo.

The bustling city is as noisy as ever, with busy traffic and crowds of people, and the same ads with nothing new are being played on the screens in high-rise buildings.

All of this is a matter of course for any modern person, and is not worthy of their slightest attention, except...

A certain burly man stood blankly in the crowd, wearing black cloth, bare feet, disheveled hair, and stubble on his face.

He had been walking around here several times.

Whether it's the "board" that doesn't look like a painting and is ever-changing, or the countless "iron guys" on the street, or the "high bridge" flying past in the distance, which looks exaggerated and is faster than a horse. There are quite a lot of unknown objects inside the Dome.

He was deeply shocked by even the taller houses around him than he had ever seen before.

He is not a person of this era. He was awakened by a person of this era and was resurrected from the dead in a way that is said to be "cloning".

He comes from four hundred years ago.

His name was once so resounding that everyone in the world knew it, and his name was——

Miyamoto Musashi.

"The gap of four hundred years...is so huge?!!"

Looking up at the tall buildings in front of him, Miyamoto Musashi felt deeply amazed in his heart.

Can human hands even create such a thing? !

In the era that he remembered, there was no comparable building at all, but it could be seen everywhere here.

His fists clenched slightly subconsciously, and Miyamoto Musashi suddenly noticed the strange eyes of the people around him, all of whom were vaguely glancing at his bare feet.

It seems like you should at least wear a pair of straw sandals before going out...