On the platform.

The yellow light shone blurred.

Wusan looked at Takehara screaming and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Hehea!!" Takehara roared in pain. His hands and feet were tied up, and he could only use his head to support the pillar's body with his head.

Pick, snap.

Sweat that grew up from the pain dripped on the wooden floor. Takehara gritted her teeth and held back the strangeness in her body. He looked around desperately.

That guy...that guy must be that ghost king!

Kimuzan Muzan!!

Takehara stared at Wusan tightly, and he was almost fainting in pain.

Is he afraid?

Fear, very scared.

But he also knew that his fear was useless.

Takehara bit the tip of his tongue, and this faint pain could only make him feel a little more awake.

Is this a ghost's stronghold?

Write down this place!

Maybe I have the chance to escape, then...

"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

The overlapping houses made him dizzy, and the erosion of blood was spreading in his body!

Sudden!

"Sher—!"

Wusan's blood seemed to touch something in Takemara's body, and some steam suddenly burst out!

"!"

Wusan was also in pain, subconsciously pulled back his tentacles and looked at Takehara in horror.

There were faint signs of turning into ashes on the tentacles that were pulled back, and a strong sense of pain came from above.

It's been six hundred years, and he hasn't felt what pain is like for six hundred years.

This familiarity and disgusting feeling...

A mere human...

In an instant, an unparalleled anger surged into his heart, Wusan's face was covered with ferocious blue veins, and he stared at Takehara fiercely.

But the next moment, he resisted the desire to do something.

His scarlet eyes looked coldly at Takehara who was lying on the ground and gasping for the opportunity.

He was quite familiar with the feeling he had just now.

The group of swordsmen six hundred years ago felt the pain of turning them into ashes whenever they wanted to turn them into ghosts.

After several experiments, Wu Baan understood the source of the thing.

——It is Nao Uchizumi's blood.

Although in the years that followed, I occasionally felt the blood of Nai Uenizumi from the Demon Slayer.

But this seems to be the first time in recent decades.

“…It’s been six hundred years…bastard.”

He has not done nothing in these six hundred years.

On the contrary, he suppressed his inner disgust and kept creating similar things he didn't want to create.

They also constantly capture members of the Demon Slayer Team and turn them into ghosts.

Although the things they made were all a group of waste, there were only a few guys who could meet the strength standards of Ghost Month.

This is all forced!

Just because of that disgusting guy!

Wu Cang became more and more angry the more he thought about it. The anger in his eyes burned to the extreme. Because of his anger, blood was overflowing from the corners of the mouth of the girl Ming's mouth.

I glanced at Takehara, the next moment.

Swish!

Several flesh whips quickly tied up Takehara's limbs, pulled him up and fixed them in the air.

Takehara was pulled on all limbs unexpectedly. He hung his head tiredly, raised his eyes and looked at Wu Ba.

Wusan wants to study it carefully.

He narrowed his eyes, then turned to look at a female swordsman whose long hair had turned yellow and her pupils turned yellowish [One Winding String].

"Enough."

Wusai turned his head and glanced at Ming Nu.

Ming Nu understood it, and she quickly wiped off the blood from the corner of her mouth and gently played the strings of the pipa with her fingers.

"Dang!"

The next moment.

My wife Tamako, who has become the [One Winding String], reappeared in Sensoji Temple at night.

She staggered and the weak duck sat on the ground.

My wife and son echoed the last sentence that Wu Cang had just said.

"In a few days, someone will be with you."

"Go...the headquarters of the Demon Slayer you found."

"Destroy them."

Under the cold moonlight.

She covered her head, grabbed the yellow hair with her slender and fair fingers, and struggled and roared in pain:

"Haaaaaa!!"

The [One of the Winding Strings] in his eyes trembled violently, and then slowly condensed.

The hideous blade on the waist slowly became neat again and no longer twisted like that.

...

Sensoji Villa.

Da, da, da.

The distant sound of wooden fish echoes here.

The monk who was knocking on the wooden fish opened his eyes and looked worriedly in the direction where the roar came.

"Taki..."

The monk's face was filled with helplessness. He turned his head to look at the Thunder God statue in front of him, closed his tired eyes tightly, and folded his hands together.

"Sir God...please ask you..."

A hoarse voice slowly spit out from the monk's mouth.

"…well……"

The monk opened his eyes and put down the wooden stick that knocked on the wooden fish in his hand.

He is obviously a monk.

But I pray here every day.

Da, da, da...

The sound of wooden fish hitting sounded again.

...

...

A few days later.

Narrow and misty mountain.

early morning.

"Yuanyi~ The road is smooth~" Yu Duo stood behind the doctor's hall, and she smiled and waved her arm to Ji Guoyuan who had left with her bag.

After several nutritional supplements from the Zhushi Plan, Yudu's body has recovered particularly well.
To be continued...