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Time slowly came to noon, the sun was scorching the earth, and the hot temperature made the air distorted.

The sky was a clear blue, and the clear summer wind blew through.

Outside the town of Sagiyama.

Another mountain in the distance.

The dark and damp cave is the only dark place on the mountain.

A pair of scarlet eyes flickered slightly in the cave, full of evil and strange aura.

Creak... creak...

The sun's light reflected weakly in the cave, and the hot breath burned the evil ghost, making him unable to help but scratch his limbs with his claws.

Behind his back, several slimy tentacles were swinging randomly, looking quite disgusting.

"I was lucky enough to let that kid run into Mount Samagiri just now..."

"If I see him again...I will never let him go!"

The evil ghost's scarlet eyes peered into the sunlight outside the cave. He gritted his teeth and shrank into the cave with a look of disgust on his face.

"...That ugly skeleton actually dared to touch Mount Samagiri last night. I don't know where he is dead now..."

"Damn woman... She is obviously a ghost, why do you want to protect those swordsmen?!"

The evil ghost's thick saliva slowly flowed down as the ferocious muscles on his face twitched. There was a huge pustule on the top of his head. Under the weak reflection, the translucent viscous pus inside was vaguely illuminated.

The evil ghost hunched over and gently patted the huge pustule on his forehead.

duang～

Waves of invisible sound waves spread around as the pustule swayed. The sound waves kept bouncing around in the cave, overlapping, and finally rushed out of the cave.

duang——!

Later, in front of the town of Sagiyama in the distance, the sound waves were firmly blocked outside the town by invisible walls.

It didn't penetrate at all.

"hateful!"

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"Your Excellency! What's your intention?" Purgatory Jinjuro and Shang Quanna were walking on the street. He asked Shang Quanna with a smile.

The golden hair shines even more in the sun, and the eyes under the thick black eyebrows look at Shang Quanna expectantly.

Shang Quanna looked around, looking at the bustling streets, and he and Purgatory Jinjuro stood in the middle of the flow of people on both sides.

The empty city filled with blood in his memory gradually overlapped with some familiar buildings around him, and he was dazed for a moment.

"Oh! It is said that there have been no traces of ghosts here in the past few hundred years, so people from surrounding towns want to squeeze in here!"

"The Demon Slayer Gakuin's headquarters is also here!"

Seeing that Shang Quanna was in a trance, Purgatory Jinjuro explained for him:

"I heard that it's because of the shrine on the mountain! So the residents here like to do some worship activities."

Purgatory Jinjuro looked at Shangquan Nai who nodded slightly, recalling in his mind what his lord once said to him.

——Find this person, you can trust him completely.

——He is more trustworthy than me.

Purgatory Jinjuro, who had never seen his lord put himself in a comparative position, was naturally very curious about the person in front of him.

But out of curiosity, he still had to fulfill his obligation first: bring Shang Quanna to the Demon Slayer Headquarters.

"Your name is... Purgatory Jinjuro, right?" Shang Quanna looked directly at the other end of the street and said to Purgatory Jinjuro next to him.

"Yes! My name is Purgatory Jinjuro! You can just call me Jinjuro!"

Purgatory Jinjuro patted his chest and looked at Shang Quannai with his bright eyes.

"Ren Shouro." Shang Quanna turned his head. He was standing in the middle of the street, and the vendors around him were chirping under the blue sky.

"lets go."

"Go see your lord."

"Okay! Please follow me!" Purgatory Jinjuro straightened his back and walked quickly to Shang Quanna.

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afternoon.

On the peak opposite Mount Saagiri.

The originally bare mountain peaks have long been covered with trees.

Purgatory Jinjuro walked in front of Shang Quanna, his fluffy hair swaying with his steps, very dazzling in the sun, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

Shang Quannai kept looking at the mountain top that was already covered with trees and the boulders covered with vines.

He remembered that the last time he came here, there were only weeds.

That stone... Murata seemed to have cried on it.

The shadows of my wife Renshan and Murata facing each other seemed to flash in Shang Quanna's eyes. Purgatory Jinjuro who was walking in front of him stopped and looked at Shang Quanna who stopped behind him in confusion:

"What's wrong?"

Shang Quannai came back to his senses and shook his head: "...No, it's okay."

"If something is wrong! Please tell me!" Purgatory Hitoshiro looked at Shang Quannai with a serious expression and nodded solemnly.

"Well, let's go."

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dusk.

At the foot of Mt. Samagiri.

Under the bluestone steps, a street leads directly to the mountain peak opposite.

A figure poked her head at the end of the street. After observing that there was no one on the street, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Walked out slowly.

next moment!

"Miko-sama!"

"Ah!! It's Miko-sama!"

"so beautiful…"

"I'm so excited!"

"Welcome back! Miko-sama!"

Several girls passing by the torii gate at the foot of Mt. Saagiri gathered together excitedly.

They cheered and screamed at the pink-haired woman wearing a red and white miko uniform who was walking slowly from the other end of the street.

The miko seemed to be holding something in her hand, but she couldn't see it due to the wide sleeves of her robe.

"Thank you~" She heard the cheers of the girls on the street and turned her head for a moment, then quickly reacted and waved to those people with a smile.

"Ah!!! Miko-sama!! Miko-sama waved to me!!"

"It's obviously aimed at me!!"

The witch looked at the people gradually quarreling with each other. She twitched her mouth in fear and took two steps back.

Then he quickly stepped on the bluestone steps as if fleeing the scene, and ran up the stairs.

Da da da!

"...Ah...Miko-sama..."

"……what a pity!"

Faint screams still came from the bottom of the mountain, and the miko who kept kicking her calves up the bluestone steps wiped away cold sweat.

--terrible!

The miko kept her head down and ran along the smoke-filled rope. When a red cloth mark appeared on the rope, she slowly stopped.
To be continued...