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"Wow, that's such a big statement. It doesn't look like the Nichirin sword you're holding in your hand is it? The blade seems to be very dull, and it seems to be a little rusty. Have you really taken good care of it?"

The man with a gentle smile on his face didn't care about the other party's threat at all.

After all, he does have the qualification to ignore others, because there are special characters in his rainbow-like pupils, which represent his identity——

"Two Strings·Tong Mo".

"Qiang——!"

A severed arm flew into the air and spun rapidly.

Before he could even feel the pain, under Tong Mo's dazed gaze, an iron fist bigger than a sandbag had already hit his face hard.

"Bang!!!"

There was a huge sound of flesh colliding like spring thunder, and a crisp cracking sound of skulls.

The evil ghost's figure flew out instantly, crossed the stream, and even smashed several lush trees with unabated force.

Dust and dead leaves rose up, obscuring the view.

"There's so much nonsense. This knife of mine is a custom-made product that can be paid in installments."

He casually carried the strange girl who was still in a coma, and there was no sign of any disturbance in Yami Jie's big dead fish eyes.

After he glanced at the dusty sky on the other side of the stream, he slowly pulled out the blade from the scabbard again, and then slashed the huge ice cone that suddenly hit him into pieces with a single blow.

"Hahaha~ It's really a lot of strength."

There was no trace of weak laughter coming from the scattered dead leaves.

A somewhat hazy figure appeared in the ice mist that quietly filled the air at an unknown moment, walking towards the magic swordsman holding the Hades Blade.

"Are you really a human? You are stronger than a ghost, and you don't even seem to know how to breathe~"

Looking at the sloppy man with a black cloth with a strange cow's head on his shoulders, Tong Mo, who had fully recovered from the injuries on his face that would have killed an ordinary person, smiled very confidently.

"You can't kill me, so you will definitely be killed by me."

He gently flapped the golden iron fan in his hand, making the already autumn air around him seem to become a bit colder again.

"But I can let you go. After all, I don't like eating men very much. You seem to be difficult to kill. Plus, I still have things to do now~ As long as you take the one in your hand Just give it back to me, girl.”

Tong Mo's smile was very soft and polite, but the indifferent emotion in his eyes never wavered at all.

This guy's "qi" feels really strange to people. It's cold and weirdly gentle at the same time, and there's an emptiness inside that seems to be nothing.

Yami Jie frowned and looked at the other person's face, which showed no signs of injury.

He was sure that he had completely shattered this guy's skull just now, but now there was not even a bruise on the other person's face.

"...Why are you obsessed with eating this kid?"

"Because I am the founder of the 'Eternal Bliss Sect'."

Tong Mo explained patiently, spreading his arms and talking about the boring church that the stupid and pathetic parents used themselves to create when he was a human child hundreds of years ago.

"It is my duty to be happy with the believers. In order for that child to no longer feel the pain of this world and to live with me for eternity, I - I will also eat her well. ~"

"There's not a bit left."

Tong flapped his fan a few more times without leaving any trace, and said with a friendly smile.

"How's it going? I'm a nice person, right?"

"Sick guy."

The expression on Yamiji's face that looked like a retard was undisguised, and his eyes were almost as if he were looking at excrement in a smelly ditch.

"Although that boy Tanjiro said that there are people with conscience among you ghosts, that certainly doesn't include you... you are so stupid, I will give you a choice."

It seems that the craving for cigarettes has come back again. Yami Jiedai casually lit a cigarette for himself again, causing white mist to fill the air.

"Either stay here and wait for me to save someone and then come back and chop you up, or... let me kill you now."

He looked at the rare evil ghost in front of him with flat eyes and said casually.

"Choose, you idiot, I'll only give you three seconds."

"Wow, that's really too much to say. Has anyone ever said you're arrogant, human?"

There was a forest stream between the two sides, and Tong Mo's smile became a little teasing, and then...

Suddenly he waved his fan violently.

In an instant, the cold air around him that could tear his lungs apart suddenly swept towards the man holding the knife in all directions like a cold winter storm.

It was a special move that turned frozen blood into mist, and then used a fan to spread "powder crystals" into the air. It silently changed the environment, and then made the breathing of everyone present dangerous.

Even the crystal clear creek began to freeze unconsciously.

Lotus-shaped ice crystals, as exquisite as works of art, bloom on it.

"Vampire Art: Lotus Leaf Ice".

Then, a strange book with a clover engraved on it suddenly appeared and spread out...

Frostwind encountered darkness.

A pitch-black sphere only the size of a fist appeared, and the invisible and strange suction force spread to a five-meter radius, directly swallowing up all the "unknown ingredients" in the air like a vortex in the deep sea in an instant.

The air he breathed into his lungs once again became just a little cold at night.

"Dark Magic·Black Cave".

"Fancy...it seems like you've already made your choice, you idiot."

Yami Jiedai first glanced at the girl who was trapped under the creaking nest with some disgust, and looked like a complete burden, and then looked directly at the evil ghost on the other side of the glacier, who looked a little stunned.

He said expressionlessly.

"I'll kill you within three minutes."

...

at the same time.

In another part of Blacksmith Village near the edge of the woods.

A man with short pink hair, golden eyes, and pale skin slowly walked out of the shadows of the forest and came under the bright moonlight.

His whole body was covered with numerous dark blue tattoos representing sinners, his fingernails were blood red, he was wearing a purple shirt, and there were old rosary beads hanging on his ankles.

The special font of "Shang Xian No. 3" appeared in the depths of his pupils.

"Ah, boring. There are so many weak people in this village. They are so weak that it's disgusting. There are ant-like guys everywhere."

Yiwozuo looked at the village in front of him and frowned slightly.

Although destroying the village responsible for forging the Nichirin Sword would deal a huge blow to the ghost hunters and weaken the Demon Slayer Squad, he was not interested in this "despicable act of a weakling".

And no matter how much it is necessary to send four wind stringers to do this kind of thing, it is overkill.

In fact, it's obviously enough to send one or two windings at most, but I don't understand...

But since it is an order issued by Master Wuhan, there is no need to doubt it, just carry it out and complete it.

"Forget it, let's kill all these weaklings who have no value in existence first. I don't know if we will encounter strong guys, like Zhu Zhu... Huh?"

Yiwozuo suddenly turned his head and looked in a certain direction in the village. After being stunned for a moment, he smiled happily.

He sensed several strong auras.

"Looks like I've won the jackpot."

Chapter 222: Ghost and Pillar

In a room covered with tatami mats and with a warm atmosphere, a beautiful boy with hair that almost reached his ankles was sitting in the corner with a well-behaved look on his face, quietly eating a portion of cold tofu.

This was made for him by the system chef before.

There is nothing special about the cooking method, and the color, flavor and taste are ordinary, but Muichiro Tokitou enjoys it.

Although he couldn't explain why, he liked the taste.

Thinking of the silver-haired girl, because she heard that the hot springs in the mountains near the village were helpful for healing, she took the man who claimed to be her elder and suddenly broke into her life to soak in them every night.

Muichiro Tokitoro tilted his head in confusion.

Because based on rational judgment, he didn't think that just soaking in the hot springs could help Gafan's level of injury.

He felt like the people around him always took everything for granted.

And so is the man named Kamado Tanjiro.

Two days ago, because I couldn't find Mr. Kazumori who helped me forge the Nichirin Sword, I pinched his nose and woke him up after falling asleep due to exhaustion, and wanted to ask him if he knew where the craftsman was. When I was there, that person actually smiled and said that he wanted to help him find it...

This made Tokitoru Muichiro unable to understand.

The other party is obviously already so tired, and he still has his own training to be busy with, so why should he repay such kindness to someone he is unfamiliar with?

"...Why do you care so much about others? You should have something to do yourself, right?" The confused Tokitoru Muichiro asked at the time.

"Help others, and you will be rewarded in the end." A tired Tanjiro Kamado replied with a smile.

It was said so heartfelt and natural.

Muichiro Tokitou doesn't understand.

After eating the last bit of delicious cold tofu on the plate, he chewed it carefully while looking at another corner of the room.

There is a spruce box there, with the aura of a ghost wrapped around it.

If it were him not long ago, he would probably step forward with the knife without saying a word and cut off the head of the ghost hiding inside.

Because this is not only his duty, but also for some reason he has always been burning with rage against ghosts in his heart. It is obvious that he can't even remember what happened before he was rescued by the lord.

But he doesn't now.

At least he won't have any bad feelings towards the ghost in the box that doesn't have any smell of human blood at all.

Why is this?

Muichiro Tokitoru was thinking blankly.

He seems to be thinking about some inexplicable things lately, although most of the time he is just looking at some strange-looking clouds in the sky.

"...Brother Gafan seems to have gone to the hot springs with the system again. I don't know when he will be back tonight?"

Muichiro Tokitoru muttered to himself, and then suddenly froze again.

Because at this time, the door of the box that had been silent had been pushed open from the inside.

A sleeping girl emerged from it.

Her long black hair is naturally spread like a waterfall, with orange-red tips. She wears a pink kimono on her delicate body, with a black haori on top, and for some reason, she bites an emerald green hard bamboo tube.

A pair of cherry-pink vertical pupils that were different from all other evil spirits. At this time, they were no longer as calm as before, but instead were full of human anxiety.

Kamado Nezuko woke up from her deep sleep and looked out the window.

His eyes seemed to have seen a certain forest outside the village from a distance. He had fallen into a life-and-death crisis and his only remaining relative, his brother Kamado Tanjiro.

Ignoring the somewhat astonished Muichiro Tokitoru at the side, Nezuko Kamado didn't hesitate at all. She kicked her feet with all her strength and rushed out of the window in an instant. She jumped on top of the house on the street and rushed towards the outside of the Swordsmith Village at full speed. .

This sudden situation made Tokitoru Muichiro feel a little confused for a moment.

But after a slight hesitation, he finally put on the new forged saber that had been placed aside, and then jumped out of the window as well, quickly catching up with him with light and agile movements.

because......

He instinctively felt that where the ghost girl was going, there seemed to be someone in desperate need of his help.

This is really strange. He obviously thinks that he is not a nosy person.

Muichiro Tokitou was wondering in his heart, but at the same time, his steps were getting faster and faster, and his figure passed quickly on the rooftops next to the street, like a fleeting phantom of mist.

But what he didn't notice was.

At this time, in a dark alley about a mile away in a straight line behind him, a figure covered in dark blue tattoos meaning sinners was rushing towards his location with extremely ferocious momentum. .

Then, as if he thought it was too slow to rush along like this, the man who had already reached the end of this dead-end alley jumped up and smashed the wall of the house blocking the road.

Sawdust was scattered everywhere, and the dust was confusing.

It was also accompanied by random shouts of fright.