Demon Slayer: The Undead Swordsman of Thunder

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. The Swordsmith Village was as peaceful and tranquil as usual.

The silver moonlight shone through the swaying bamboo shadows and sprinkled on the mountain path. The swordsmith wearing a fire man mask walked leisurely and murmured:

"Why are we evacuating? It's so strange?"

Suddenly, he stopped and a beautiful white porcelain pot appeared on the side of the road.

"Pot?"

"Who dropped it?"

The swordsmith approached the white porcelain pot curiously, and a strong suction force quietly broke out, sucking a living person in like sucking jelly.

During this period, the swordsmith didn't even have time to scream.

In the bamboo forest not far away, Xiao Tie covered his mouth in disbelief. His home was nearby, and he happened to see such a scene while walking.

Ghost, that's definitely a ghost.

Although he has never seen a ghost, as the heir of the Swordsmith Village, he is still very clear about ghosts.

No, we must notify Tanjiro and the others as soon as possible.

The ghost is coming!

Xiao Tie's eyes were full of fear. He covered his mouth, held his breath, and tried not to make any sound.

Just as he turned around, Yu Hu was staring at him with a smile.

"Little ghost, did you see everything?"

A plain question with a smile, but like a cold air, wrapped Xiao Tie.

It's over, it's over!

It's dead!

At this moment, Xiao Tie was desperate.

Seeing that the other party was scared silly, Yu Hu felt bored and conjured a pot casually, ready to collect this guy as a decoration.

Before it could make any move, a slash with thin clouds swept past, and the porcelain pot was split into two.

Then, another figure took away the weak-legged Xiao Tie.

When Yu Hu saw who was coming, he immediately had a desire to retreat.

The people coming were the Shi Tou brothers.

There was no doubt that it was the pillars, or two guys it didn't know.

After being beaten by Fei Yuzhen countless times, Yu Hu's personality changed drastically. The arrogance he had cultivated for hundreds of years disappeared, replaced by caution.

It quickly shrank into the pot and then moved to other places.

If it wasn't necessary, Yu Hu wouldn't do it easily now.

"Thank you!" Xiao Tie said with a crying voice. He was so scared that he couldn't move just facing that ghost.

You Yilang took back the knife, turned his back to Xiao Tie, hesitated for a long time, and said proudly:

"Damn little ghost, I'm sorry for destroying your family's heirloom doll!"

Xiao Tie: "???"

This poisonous tongue kelp head actually apologized, it's amazing.

"Brother, you have to look at the person when you apologize, you..." Wu Yilang corrected immediately.

"Wu Yilang, I've apologized!"

"Brother!" Wu Yilang's tone became much more severe.

"Know...know, aren't puppets for training? Tsk!"

"Okay, no need to apologize, the poisonous-tongued kelp head saved me, we're even now." Xiao Tie hurriedly tried to smooth things over, "I should thank you two!"

"Look, he said it!"

"Okay, brother, can't you just talk properly?"

"No!"

"A weak little brat like this who doesn't sleep in the middle of the night deserves to meet a ghost!"

Xiao Tie: "..."

Although he said so, Youyilang and his brother still sent Xiao Tie home, and then the two went to look for the jade pot.

As for the village, Fei Yuzhen was there, so they didn't need to worry about it.

As soon as the two brothers Tokito rushed out of the bamboo forest, a loud noise was heard in the village in the distance.

A burst of dark red fighting spirit rose to the sky, and in an instant, a powerful shock wave swept in from a distance, and the surrounding grass and trees shook violently.

"So strong, this breath is the master's old enemy!" Wuyilang stared at the smoke rising in the distance and murmured.

"Don't worry, let's go find the jade pot!" Youyilang said with confidence in his eyes and smiled.

"Got it, brother!"

Soon, the two brothers disappeared in the bamboo forest.

In the village.

A large area of ​​houses centered on the village chief's house turned into ruins, with broken wood everywhere.

Baimu crossed his arms across his chest, with a burning war in his eyes. Since waking up, it has waited too long and can no longer suppress the overwhelming fighting spirit in its heart.

It decided that tonight, only one of it and Feiyuzhen can survive.

"Feiyuzhen, come on, life and death battle!"

Baimu stretched out a hand and invited with a smile.

"Fool, your first task is to kill all the knife makers in the village!" The cloaked ghost standing next to Baimu said coldly.

Hearing this, Baimu threw a punch, sending the cloaked ghost flying a hundred meters away, and said with disdain:

"A clone is not worthy of barking at me!"

That was the direction where the people from the Swordsmith Village were evacuating, led by Tanjiro, Xuanya, Kocho Shinobu, and Kanroji Mitsuri."What is a clone?" Feiyuzhen asked suspiciously.

According to the plot, it should be Yuhu and Hantengu who attacked the swordsmith village, but Hantengu died. If it was any other upper string, Feiyuzhen would not be surprised.

But it was a clone.

"The clone of Muzan, the coward, thinks that the other party is a bunch of scum, and one arm is enough."

"By the way, scum does not include you!" Realizing that there was something wrong with what he said, Baime hurriedly corrected.

"Also, you have always promised me a duel, it's time to fulfill it!"

"Tonight, right here, one of us must die."

"I can't wait!"

Feiyuzhen drew his sword, stared at Baime with a serious face, and said solemnly:

"Demon Slayer Corps, Daozhu, Tiandao Feiyuzhen, come!"

Since Baime is here, it is his mission to hold this guy back.

Those people should be able to deal with a clone of Muzan, after all, it is not the real body.

"Hahaha, good!"

Seeing Feiyuzhen's statement, Baime laughed a few times.

He let his arms hang naturally on both sides, bowed deeply, and then stared at Feiyuzhen with a serious expression, saying:

"Warrior, Baime Ryu, Baime, come!"

At the same time, at the entrance of the village, time went back to a few minutes ago.

Under the organization of Kocho Shinobu and others, most of the swordsmiths in the sword-forging village walked out of the village in an orderly manner.

Everyone looked at the village with billowing smoke and dust in the distance with surprise. Fortunately, there was no one near the village chief's house, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

"Really, his intuition is still incredibly accurate. He can guess this?" Mitsuri covered her mouth in disbelief. Of course, this kind of prediction is not the first time.

"Get used to it. At least no swordsmith was injured." Kocho Shinobu said with a smile, her eyes full of pride. After all, that was her man.

"Sister Shinobu, Sister Mitsuri, I'm here to join you!"

Tanjiro's voice sounded, and he was followed by a team of villagers.

As soon as he finished speaking, a black shadow flew past him, bringing with it a whistling sound.

Boom!

The black shadow crashed into the mountain nearby, and a large piece of rock fell, burying it.

The next moment, a pale arm rushed out from the pile of rocks, and the cloaked ghost slowly stood up, with a pair of scarlet eyes suddenly opening.