Ghost Slayer: The King of Ghosts Walking with the World

Feeling humiliated, Fusangki split dozens of phantoms, and at the same time stretched out his claws and rushed towards Komaji.

"Destroyer, foot pose, flashing group of lights!"

The moment he was about to approach Komaji, Fu Sanggui was kicked several times accurately and violently by Komaji, and then flew out.

"It seems that your physical clone can't be used again in a short time after it is eliminated, and your other blood ghost skills are useless to me who has perception fighting spirit. This time, you are really at the end of the road!" Koma Zhi's words were full of sarcasm.

Fu Sanggui's forehead was bulging with blue veins: "Damn it! Don't underestimate me! I'm the third in class! Blood ghost art! Twins killing each other!"

Komaji's phantom entity clone appeared again, but the phantom clone that should have been equal to Komaji was cut off by Komaji.

"The physical avatar that was barely separated is not even half of my strength, you have run out of skills."

Komaji kept taunting Fusangki, and approached Fusangki step by step. Fusangki could only keep separating physical clones, trying to stop Komaji, but they were all cut off by the sun wheel sword contaminated with medicine .

Komaji sneered and looked at the terrified Fusangki: "You, who completely rely on vampire art, are really weak after losing the vampire surgery. In order to draw a perfect end to this battle, I just use the The strongest moves that I have comprehended, come to end your life."

"Suliu Technique · Destruction Kill · Jue Style · Afterglow Qingliuhui!"

This move was comprehended after Komaji's physical fitness became stronger after the blood injected by Yangsuke. It was much more powerful than other destructive killing moves. The current Komaji could not fully control this move.

The cyan light gathered on Komaji's fist, and Komaji's figure flashed, like a gorgeous aurora passing through the sky, and instantly moved in front of Fusanggui.

With a punch, the light of the aurora bloomed on Fu Sanggui's chest, illuminating the dark night sky.

Fu Sanggui looked at the brilliant light in front of him, but his heart calmed down.

In the human period, Fusanggui was an undertaker who specialized in sending dead humans to their final journey.

Seeing countless deaths, Fu Sanggui gradually became confused about life.

What's the point of living if you're bound to die?

Every time he was buried, Fusanggui would ask himself this question.

Although Fusanggui was confused at that time, he still had kind thoughts in his heart and completed his work conscientiously.

Until one day, an old man died, Fu Sanggui was responsible for encoffining him, but Fu Sanggui found that the old man was still alive.

Fusanggui immediately reported the situation to the old man's children, but what he got in return was, "Don't worry about him! Anyway, he will die sooner or later. If he is alive, he has to serve him to eat, drink and sleep. It's troublesome!"

The disgusting and vicious words hit Fu Sanggui's heart, and Fu Sanggui asked in a trembling voice: "Isn't he your father? Isn't he your close relative?"

"So what, if he lives, who will take care of him? It's better to die than to live, and it can reduce our burden!"

The old man, who was still alive, swallowed his last breath unwillingly, and the last ray of kindness in Fu Sanggui's heart was also wiped out.

When Fu Sanggui, whose mind was blank, came back to his senses, he found that all the old man's children had been brutally killed by him.

Looking at the blood-stained hands, Fu Sanggui felt that his heart, which had been empty all along, was now filled. Only when he died, could feelings be real.

From that day on, Fu Sanggui hunted and killed human beings everywhere, because he thought that since life is painful, it is better to let himself free them.

When death comes, people will know the true feelings in their hearts, and any false feelings should not exist!
The human beings in a small village were brutally slaughtered by Fu Sanggui, who was also hunted down by Fengxing.

Even though he kept fleeing, Fu Sanggui was still arrested and put under the punishment of the staff.

He beat Fusanggui's abdomen with a stick, and when he was about to die, Onimi Tsuji appeared and killed all the surrounding humans.

Oni Wu Tsuji Wumi was like a devil's demagogic words, which passed into Fusangui's ears: "Do you want to become a ghost?"

Fusanggui, who was dying, asked Guiwu Tsuji: "Being a ghost, can I save my life and let them face their true feelings?"

Ghost Mai Tsuji said with great interest: "Of course, to become a ghost, you are above all human beings. Human beings are just low-level creatures. For us, all human emotions are just props for us to play."

Fu Sanggui received the blood of Onimi Tsuji, and became a cruel and ruthless evil ghost who played with emotions.

Komaji placed the Japanese saber on Fusanggui's neck: "Before you die, is there anything else you want to say?"

Fu Sanggui asked the question that haunted him all his life: "What is the meaning of living?"

"I don't know the meaning of living, but I have my own beliefs. I can live or die for them. What about you? Do you have your own beliefs?"

Fu Sanggui's eyes were hazy, looking back on his life, he was in a state of confusion.

"I do not have."

Komaji looked at the bewildered Fusangki, and suddenly felt that it was a bit pitiful. Recalling the first time he met Yosuke, he sighed secretly, "If it wasn't Yosuke-sama, but Kimai Tsuji Mumi, maybe I will be the same as Fusanggui."

"I hope you will not be confused in your next life."

Komaji cut off Fu Sanggui's head with a sun wheel knife, and Fu Sanggui's body gradually turned into soot.

Looking at Komaji and Tanjiro and others behind him, Fusangki, who was about to dissipate, had tears in his eyes, and sighed enviously: "I really envy you. I seem to have found the meaning of living, but I am no longer qualified."

The third fusangki of the upper string died, and Komaji returned to Purgatory Kyojuro, and returned the Japanese sword to him.

Looking at the wounds that everyone had bandaged, he exclaimed: "It seems that you are well prepared."

The penetrating wound on Purgatory Xingshoulang's shoulder has been properly treated, all the charred flesh and blood burned by the flames have been dug out, and medicine has been applied.

The wound on Tanjiro's abdomen had stopped bleeding, and blood was no longer oozing.

The wound on Zenitsu's calf was finished with a bandage.

Inosuke's broken arm has also been reset.

Tanjiro said gratefully: "Thanks to Ms. Butterfly Shinobi's medicines, the types of medicines are very complete, so I can treat them in time."

"So it's Shinobu, no wonder."

Thinking of the serious and unsmiling Butterfly Shinobu, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Komaji's mouth.

Tanjiro asked suspiciously: "Does Mr. Komaji also know Butterfly Kanae and Butterfly Shinobu?"

"Of course I know Master Yosuke's disciples. The potion that was applied to Kyojuro's sword during the battle is also a drug developed by Kanae and Shinobu that can suppress the cells of ghosts."

Tanjiro feels a little magical, whether it is the sixth of the last string, the fifth of the last string, or the third of the current top string, every battle is related to Yosuke, and thanks to Yosuke, he can save himself from danger every time.

"Sure enough, Mr. Yang Jie is everywhere and has been protecting us."