Demon Slayer: I became Feng Zhu

The handwriting here is still clear, and the silver-haired boy Wang Chuan Yuzi said is probably herself, no wonder she appeared on the street last night.

According to the above diary, Wang Chuan Yuzi probably became a ghost.

Suddenly, a terrible idea rose in Xiao Lin's mind, but he didn't dare to continue thinking about it.

Xiao Lin worriedly waited at Wangchuan Yuzi's house for a day, but Wangchuan Yuzi didn't show up for a long time.

Why did she remain human after becoming a ghost?
What did she eat every day when she became a ghost?
Keeping these questions, Xiao Lin wanted to know more, seeing that it was not completely dark, Xiao Lin couldn't sit still.

He set off to the basement last night. The entrance to the basement was closed. Although it was very obscure, he found the entrance to the basement with the memory of last night.

When I came inside, the blood was still there.The smell of blood is still strong and choking.

The patchwork baby from last night was still there, but the difference was that there were no eyeballs in the eye sockets of the baby last night.

Now, two blue eyes suddenly appeared in the baby's eye sockets.

The eyes of the baby that died last night?Xiao Lin thought this way, in order to avoid panic, Xiao Lin wanted to wait until all the ghosts were dealt with before setting the fire here.

But there were a series of reasons that caused him to fail to deal with this matter. Fortunately, no one found the basement.

"How is the art of my work?"

An abrupt voice sounded, and after speaking, a figure came out from the darkness.

When Xiao Lin saw the owner of the voice clearly through the candlelight, Xiao Lin was shocked!
The owner of this voice is the woman dressed like a nun last night, but now she looks like a ghost.

But Xiao Lin could still tell that this person was the same person as the woman last night.

I also blame myself for wanting to chase after that male ghost last night, so I didn't notice all kinds of suspicious things about the woman.

"I am an artist, and my hobby is to piece together perfect human organs into a new, perfect one."

"It's so exciting when the best looking, most beautiful things come out."

The Art Ghost said to himself, completely ignoring Xiao Lin who was holding the Sun Wheel Saber and was about to attack.

"What happened to Wangchuan Yuzi? Where did the other ghost go?"

Xiao Lin said calmly.

"That reckless male ghost was eaten by me. As for the person you mentioned, I think you know it very well, don't you?"

The art ghost said with a smile.

really!What she didn't want to believe happened, according to what she said, the female ghost last night was Wangchuan Yuzi.

"That damned woman keeps coming to trouble me. Even though she was turned into a ghost by that adult, she still doesn't forget to let go of her obsession."

"Obviously ghosts are the most perfect art in the world, but every time she came to trouble me, I didn't kill her, because I like to see her struggling and helpless eyes."

The art ghost looked up to the sky and laughed.

"Also, the child she was looking for died long ago, and the head of the baby in front of her was provided by her child, what an idiot."

The art ghost kept trampling on Wangchuan Yuzi.

Although killing ghosts is the bounden duty of the Demon Slayer Team, Xiao Lin, who was holding the Japanese sword, was trembling at this moment.

That smile is so healing, although she has become a ghost, but she has never hurt anyone, it can be seen from her weak appearance.

Relying on his own obsession, he has been searching for a fruitless child, but it was such a great mother who was beheaded by himself.

"Hey! Brother, you haven't commented on my art yet!"

Art Ghost asked Xiao Lin angrily. She stared fiercely, as if suppressing her urge to kill Xiao Lin.

The right eye covered by bangs is slowly exposed.

"Lower strings - four!"

The right eye suddenly revealed the number that was scratched, this is a former twelve ghost moon.

"Although you don't meet the age of my artistic aesthetic, but your silver hair is a rare art, let me cut your head and take it out completely!" The art ghost laughed wildly.

"To shut up!"

"You bastard!"

"Feng's Breath Three Types - Chaos Suppression."

A strong black air emanated from Xiao Lin's body, and the clothes were blown automatically without wind.

Xiao Lin jumped up in the air, and slashed at the Art Ghost at high speed.

"Blood ghost strangulation."

The art ghost launched the blood ghost technique, and dozens of scalpels flew out behind him and rushed towards Xiaolin.

But the scalpel was easily bounced off by Xiao Lin, and the Japanese Rilun Knife slashed directly to the head of the artist ghost.

The artistic ghost's head split open instantly, and under his horrified gaze, he disappeared into the air with unwillingness.

When the art ghost dissipated, Xiao Lin seemed to see a group of figures hugging her child in the candlelight and leaving hand in hand with her husband.

One of them has a particularly conspicuous back, with black hair and a petite figure that is so familiar.

"sorry!"

Xiao Lin said to that figure.

The figure turned around and smiled at Xiao Lin.

The diary fell out of Xiaolin's pocket.

Taisho period
I know that my child may have encountered an accident, but I don't want to believe it. I lied to my child that she is waiting for her mother. I don't want to face the sun. I don't want to give up my child. I don't want to let go of the good memories... …

This is an ordinary mother who comforts herself in the face of losing her child, and she is just an ordinary person, but with the obsession in her heart, she has been suppressing her ghost nature and not hurting anyone.

The diary was flipped page by page, and it recorded the life story of Wang Chuan Yuzi, so it was just so ordinary.

If she hadn't met a ghost, she would have passed away with normality and happiness in her life.

It is best for ordinary people to leave this world without knowing the existence of ghosts.

Xiao Lin set fire to the basement, and in the dark night, the granary was engulfed by the fire.

Looking at the fire, Xiao Lin had mixed feelings in his heart. He took out the oil-paper umbrella, threw it at the fire, turned and left the town.

On to the next task!