The man in the column is perished, and the beginning of the treatment is not miserable

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"What do you think of life?"

The sharp blade pointed directly at Wuhan's eyebrows.

Wuhan Higan's flower-like eyes were frozen in place with trembling, staring at the man in brown clothes in front of him in disbelief.

In a daze, Wu Kuan looked at the blade pointed at him, his legs and feet felt weak, and his mind went blank for a moment!

Cold sweat fell from his forehead, and a cold, bone-scratching feeling of suffocation strangled Wu Mei's heart!

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"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"

Muzan woke up suddenly, his shrinking pupils filled with panic. He gasped for air and sat up from the tatami.

Cold sweat had soaked his back, and he took a long breath to calm down before calming down his emotions.

A gust of cold wind blew from the open window, gently hitting Wu Sui's panicked face.

"...Is this a dream again?"

He clutched his chest and looked at the night scene outside the window in shock, his seven hearts swimming rapidly in his body.

"Hateful bastard...!!" After discovering that everything just happened was just a dream, an unparalleled anger and hatred suddenly surged into Wuhan's heart.

aside.

A beautiful girl wearing a dark purple patterned kimono and a beige wide obi stood, frowning and looking at the panicked Muzan.

She suppressed the hatred and pain in her heart, as well as her deep disdain for Wu Mei, and stood as expressionless as possible.

She knew very well in her heart.

This so-called "King of Ghosts" is the ancestor of all ghosts.

——He is nothing but a coward.

It’s not just once or twice that I dreamed that I was so scared that I exploded into thousands of pieces and flew out.

How... funny.

!

Oops!

The girl's pupils shrank, she subconsciously covered her mouth, and looked nervously at Wu Mei's panting figure.

I accidentally thought of it in my mind!

However, Wu Mei, who was in panic, didn't seem to care about the girl's inner thoughts.

Muzan gritted his teeth and sat on the tatami, staring out the window angrily.

"Jushi!"

He turned his head and shouted the name of the girl in purple kimono through gritted teeth. His scarlet eyes expanded with anger:

"Tell a few more losers to go to Mount Samagiri!"

"The two idiots out there are dead again!"

Zhushi's lavender eyes looked at Wuhan's angry look, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

She said nothing and slowly left the room with an expressionless face.

After Zhu Shi left, Wu Mei's face became ferocious due to extreme anger, and he clenched his fists angrily.

"...After all these years, you still continue to pester me...!"

"The haunting guy!!"

There was a trace of doubt hidden in his angry expression. This time he was not able to extract the memory from the ghosts planted around Mount Samagiri in time.

I just vaguely saw some pictures.

There is no other useful information other than a huge red blade.

"...Is it that woman..."

"whispering sound."

Wuhan's expression was gloomy. He looked at the night scene outside the window, and he no longer felt as comfortable and comfortable as before.

"..."

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Da da da.

Zhu Shi walked quickly in the corridor of the two-story house, heading towards the stairs.

She clenched her fists tightly, feeling a little uneasy.

——Just now, that guy didn’t care about his own voice.

——Now may be a good opportunity!

Da da da!

Zhu Shi walked down the stairs and reached out to gently open the door of the house.

The streets were brightly lit, not at all like night.

——Although it is not clear what he is afraid of.

——But Mount Sagi, which has been guarded by ghosts for hundreds of years, must be related to the thing he is afraid of!

Zhu Shi carefully looked around at both sides of the street, then chose a direction and walked out without looking back.

"Jushi."

Snap.

A cold voice came from behind, Zhu Shi suddenly stopped in his steps, and a chill instantly climbed up his spine!

"Ho...cough..."

Her body was frozen in place, her throat seemed to be choked, and she was speechless!

"where are you going?"

Muzan was wearing black sleeves and a white skirt. He stood behind Zhu Shi and said sinisterly.

"answer me."

Zhu Shi's face turned blue, she opened her mouth stiffly, and skillfully suppressed her inner thoughts.

Holding the hem of her clothes tightly with her hands, she quickly adjusted her mentality.

"Wuxian...sir."

"...to carry out...your orders."

Wu Kai narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard this. He stared at Zhu Shi's back, his expression gradually darkened.

Snap.

He gently put his hands on Zhu Shi's shoulders and leaned against her. His tone was gloomy and low, and the wind generated by his words seemed to blow in Zhu Shi's ears:

"Jushi, you know."

"If you didn't know how to heal, you would have died long ago."

"But after such a long time...you haven't played any role at all."

"...Do you understand?" Muzan glanced slightly, glanced at Jushi, whose face was covered in cold sweat and whose shoulders were shaking slightly, and then released his hand that was gradually tightening.

"...Yes, Master Wuhan."

Zhu Shi took a few deep breaths and answered with a gradually steady voice.

But the blue veins popping up on her forehead still completely exposed her unstable heart at the moment.

Seeing that Zhu Shi had calmed down, Wu Kai gradually withdrew his cold eyes and looked at the brightly lit other side of the street.

Just when Wu Kai was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly stopped, turned around, and said in a frivolous voice:

"By the way, I suddenly changed my mind."

He turned his head and stared at Zhu Shi's back with his scarlet eyes:

"This time, Mount Sagiri."

"It's up to you."

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the other side.

Purgatory Jinjuro and Shang Quanna walked side by side in the mountains and fields. Jinjuro lowered his head slightly, his expression still a little dull.

——What was that just now?

——Can human power really do it?

The mountain being bulldozed seemed to be replayed over and over again in the eyes of Jinjuro Purgatory.

——I...have been working hard for what?

At his waist, the bone knife that had been passed down from generation to generation seemed to become heavier at this moment.

"Nitsuro, how long does it take to get there?"

Shang Quannai stretched out. After venting his inner frustration, he was in a pretty good mood.

After thinking that he could see Xiao Zhuoye's descendants soon, Shang Quanna breathed a sigh of relief and smiled slightly.

"!"

After Purgatory Jinjuro was called by Shangquan Nai, his whole body was shocked. He blinked his bright red eyes and patted his face.

Snapped!

——Why are you feeling downhearted? !

——It’s so embarrassing! !

——What are you thinking about!

"Ah! Your Excellency Kamizumi!" Purgatory Jinjuro shook his head vigorously and regained his spirit.

He pointed at a house vaguely located in the mountains in the distance at night.

"That! That's the headquarters of the Demon Slayer Corps!"

"It is also the residence of the Lord!"

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