...

On the other side.

In a dim room.

The girl was sitting aside with her pipa in her arms.

Wusan was squinting his eyes and sitting on the tatami beside him resting.

Feeling the extinction of the life of the subordinates of Fuya Town in his mind, Wushou shook his head disdainfully.

At this time.

Swish!

A figure suddenly appeared on the floor in front of him.

The figure had long black hair and a little frozen blood on the dark yellow robe.

There was a twisted blade around my waist, and some blood dripped from the thigh of the knife, which looked quite strange.

"Mr. Wusan, the task you ordered has been completed."

"All the threatening swordsmen around were dead, and no one survived."

The cold female voice came from the half-kneeling ghost's head hanging down.

"The appropriate building has also been found, just in the shade in the southeast direction."

Wudian tilted his head, squinted his gorgeous scarlet eyes lazy, and asked in a cold voice:

"Yeah?"

"Have you found the location of the stove door Chaifu...?"

At this time, the half-kneel female swordsman did not speak, but instead remained silent.

"say."

Wusan's scarlet bundles stared at the swordsman coldly, and the blood in the swordsman's body vibrated instantly!

"No, Lord Wusan." She lowered her head, her pupils tightened, and blood was overflowing from the corners of her mouth, and she answered Wusan with some trembling answer.

She gritted her teeth and forcibly resisted the boiling and vibrated blood in her body.

"Ah...no." Wusan sat up, supported his elbows on his knees, leaned forward slightly, and stared indifferently at the half-kneeling female swordsman.

"You know."

"I didn't want to create you...likes."

"But it has to keep increasing..."

"It disgusting me..."

"I can't play the role you should have played now..."

Wu Jian said, narrowing his eyes, recalling Zhu Shi and Zao Menmao's figures in his mind, and blue veins burst out along his neck.

Crack...

He clenched his fists unconsciously, and then looked at the half-kneeling swordsman with contempt.

The long-haired female swordsman's body trembled violently, and the fear of death instantly enveloped her. She quickly lowered her head and said in remedial words:

"Master Wusan, I! I found the place that is suspected to be the headquarters of the Demon Slayer Team!"

Bang!

Wu Cang let go of his clenched fist and raised his eyebrows slightly:

"oh?"

He was about to kill the guy in front of him who was annoying to him, but glanced at the surroundings and found that the peak combat power in his power seemed to be pitifully insufficient.

Wusan smacked his lips irritably.

Then he waved his hand indifferently:

"Forget it, I'll give you another mission."

“Go…find someone who is suitable to be the winding.”

"Then."

...

...

Wusan's eyes emitted a strange red light in the darkness:

"Do you understand?"

“…”

The female swordsman with dark yellow sleeves slowly raised her head and looked at Wusan.

In her scarlet eyes, several black fonts were written like this:

【Winding】

【two】

"I understand, Lord Wusan."

Wusan nodded slowly, then looked at the girl holding the pipa next to him.

The girl understood the truth, and her sickly pale hands gently brushed the pipa in her arms.

"Dang!"

A sound of a pipa echoed in the room.

When the swordsman of [Shang String Two] raised his head again, there were no traces of Wusan and Ming Nu in the room.

She held the twisted and deformed knife around her waist, slowly stood up, and slapped the blood on her body.

The dark yellow sleeves were wrapped in sticky blood, and the color was not visible. The more she applied, the redder she became, and in the end she couldn't tell that it was originally a yellow piece of clothing.

The golden thigh on the waist had long been rusted, wrapped in hideous blood vessels, and it seemed that life was beating.

She slowly turned around and looked at the slippery and sticky blood on her palms. She closed her eyes and sighed heavily.

The long black hair hung on his shoulders, and the female swordsman recalled the memories that had vaguely existed in her mind and frowned slightly.

Pick, snap.

Leaving here slowly.

...

Narrow and misty mountain.

shrine.

The sky was clear and the afternoon sun was warm on the roof of the shrine.

"Sir, what should I do next?"

The cherry cake in Ganlu Temple stood in front of the hall, and was commanding several people with serious expressions to build the things for the ceremony.

"The last check is short now."

"Please stand in your own position."

Her tone was plain, and she looked at a sedan chair in front of her that was equipped with a small shrine, and several people wearing Haori stood in front of her.

Shang Quanna stood quietly behind her, holding a dog-tail grass in her mouth, and stuffed her hands into her wide sleeves.

Several people wearing Haori looked at each other, then shouted slogans together, holding the wooden pillars that were carrying the sedan chair:

"One! Two! Three! Lift!"

Squeak...

The sedan chair made of wood was easily lifted up, and the gilded wooden beams looked quite gorgeous in the sun.

Slap sex!

Ganlu Temple Cherry Bread looked at the sedan chair that was lifted up intact, and clapped his hands in surprise. On the surface, he kept silent and signaled to several people:

"Okay, you can put it down."

"Everyone can rest and prepare for tomorrow's festival!"

Nao Nao looked at the well-made sedan chair and couldn't help but nod.

At this time, Ganluji Sakura Bing, who had been busy for a day, wiped the sweat from her forehead. She turned around and happened to look at Naozuna, who was standing on the edge of the steps.

She was stunned for a moment: "You..."

Shang Quanna smiled and waved at her, interrupting her surprise:

“Are you available now?”
To be continued...