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Pick.

Sayashiki Fushie pressed his forehead to the ground to all the players in front of him who had experienced this war.

Beside him, Tatsuhime, who was kneeling in the shrine temple sect, and his son, were together in a posture of getting off the ground.

Getting off the earth - this is the most important etiquette to express gratitude or apology.

Just the moment when Sayashiki Fukaoe wanted to speak.

A voice rang out from the crowd.

"Master Lord! What are you doing?!"

Then there were dissuasion after dissuasion.

"Please get up quickly, your body..."

"Master Lord!!"

"We cannot accept such great etiquette as you..."

Suddenly, all the members of the Demon Slayers sitting in front of him immediately became panicked, and each of them stood up instinctively, trying to reach out to help Shiyashiki Suki who was kneeling on the stage.

Especially the several pillars, they almost got up and walked through the floor and came to the world of Saiyashiki.

The Jiguo family, who were sitting next to each other, looked in this direction almost collectively and expressionlessly, only Yuda's expression seemed a little sleepy.

In contrast, Iwakatsu even looked cold.

Just then.

The voice of Sayashiki Fushiro came, although it was light, but it instantly calmed the whole scene:

"Feel sorry."

The stalks who were about to stand up with Shiyashiki Fushio were slightly stunned.

Apologize?

Why...why should the lord apologize?

Just as everyone was stunned for a moment because of doubt, Sayashiki Fukasaki kept moving and continued:

"We are the family of Yashiki."

At the same time, Chen Ji and the child's voice behind him sounded together:

"For you all in these long years..."

"Stop your own life, fight against evil spirits for the world, and devote yourself to it."

"I wish you my sincerest thanks."

He pressed his body, and his voice came from below with a little dullness:

"The Ghost King who slaughters the world, Muzan Kimuzan."

"Dead."

The moment this sentence was said, almost everyone present fell heavily in their hearts.

“Thank you again for your contribution…”

My wife, Suncun, stared blankly at the direction of Shiyashiki Fushie, and he felt something was wrong with the atmosphere.

"Master, you don't need to thank us..." Kaorama Nakaya frowned. He bent down, looked at Shiya Shikishiki and said sincerely.

"That's right! Without you, we would have..."

Just when the Holy Ones wanted to try to help Shiyashiki Fushie up, but the speech was difficult to continue for a while.

"call……"

Shang Quannai, who was holding a cup of tea, sucked slowly, blew the mist on the tea and said slowly:

"You can't just relax just because the Ghost King dies."

Naosuna raised her brows and glanced at the pillars that had obviously relaxed.

The pillars shuddered a little, and their expressions became a little unnatural.

Only Iwaki Yancishi listened to Shang Quannai's words. He held the Buddhist beads and turned his head in confusion:

“Mr. Shangquan means…”

Mizuki Yuki finally helped Shiraki Shiraki up, and Shiraki looked at Shiraki with gratitude and nodded to him.

Pick.

Naozuna and Sayashiki Fukao looked at each other. He put down the teacup, his tone seemed a bit heavy, which formed a clear contrast with the relaxed atmosphere:

"Although the Ghost King is dead, his direct relatives naturally leave."

He sighed:

"But that doesn't mean that the ghost is extinct."

His eyes were slanted down and he looked at the pillars with a little silence on the side.

Obviously, the pillars had already vaguely guessed something.

Shang Quanna nodded slightly and expressed the conclusion he came to during the day:

"That's right."

"In this world, the evil spirits that cannibal still exist."

Shang Quanna paused, the scene had become extremely quiet, and everyone was listening attentively, for fear of missing some information:

"But fortunately, the Ghost King's tribe has no ability to continue to grow."

"In other words, there are only so many ghosts left!"

He suddenly hugged his arms and sat on the house, his eyes swept over the swordsmen of the Demon Slayers below:

"It is only a matter of time before your current ability completely destroys evil spirits."

Click!

As soon as he finished speaking, a large number of people in the crowd picked up the Sun Wheel Knife and close-fitting armor placed beside him.

The sound of wearing sounds sounded from the crowd.

They stood up and were about to salute Izuna, the monk of Shiyashiki Fukasaki.

Then he turned around and prepared to leave Miyaji.

The closest pillars were forced to stiffen in place under the pressure of Shang Quanna's eyes.

Shang Quanna looked at the swordsmen of the ghost killing team immediately ready to set out to kill ghosts, and he choked for a moment.

Then he hurriedly stopped him:

"Tonight, you don't have to go out and kill ghosts."

Hearing this, the swordsmen of the ghost killing team who were walking out of the Gongsi Gate were stunned for a moment.

The swordsmen turned around and looked at Shang Quanna who said this with some incomprehension.

A swordsman hesitated for a while, then he still plucked up the courage to question:

"Shangquan... Lord Shangquan, aren't there any evil ghosts living in the world? Then we should go..."

"That's right, Lord Shangquan!"

Many people immediately followed and said that their eyes still had the fighting spirit driven by some reason.

"No." Shang Izuna closed her eyes and shook her head gently:

"Tonight is the first night after Wudang's death, and I have observed it through the Crow."

"The powerful ghost died last night, and the weak ghost is timidly hiding in an unknown place because of the death of the Ghost King."

"The fear from the depths of their bloodline will make them fear, fear the outside world for a period of time, and even actively avoid humans."

“Similarly, during this time, we are looking for their efficiency too.”

“Especially the first tonight.”

Shang Quanna nodded, he closed his eyes, linking the crows circling around neon lights at this moment, accepting various pictures:

“…Do you understand?”

The swordsmen frowned. They felt something was wrong, but they couldn't tell them.

Finally, I could only scratch my head slowly and sit back.

“…I understand, I understand.”

Naozuna nodded with satisfaction, then turned his eyes to the birthplace Shizuki Shikiki who had been prepared again, and signaled that the next work would be handed over to him.

Sayashiki Fukasaki nodded at him, and then continued to say to the people in the Demon Slayer Team:
To be continued...