Demon Slayer: The Undead Swordsman of Thunder

Chapter 29

Outside the cave where the evil ghost was hiding, Fei Yuzhen was writing something in a small notebook. His Nichirin sword nailed a ghost to the cliff.

The skin of the ghost was dark purple, and its body was covered with protruding blood vessels, like a twisted earthworm, and fear occupied its eyes.

The evil ghost kept spitting out white foam, and blood flowed from all seven orifices, dyeing its face and body red, making it look even more hideous and terrifying.

"Kill... me... please... please!"

The evil ghost squeezed out a sentence from his mouth with difficulty. It wanted to die to the extreme. After all, the purple wisteria poison was too tormenting for the ghost.

Fei Yuzhen raised his eyes and glanced at it, and continued to record the data. The task assigned by Shinobu must be completed well.

[Volunteer Ghost 001.

Number of people eaten: 3!

Duration of purple wisteria poison attack: five minutes.

Dosage: one-fifth of a bottle!

Poisoning method: Oral (Mr. Ghost is very enthusiastic. Under my friendly persuasion, he wants to atone his sins, but I don't recommend this method.)

Evaluation: The first generation of wisteria flower poison is not toxic enough, the onset time is slow, and the dosage needs to be concentrated and improved. Come on, Shinobu! 】

Putting away the small notebook, Feiyuzhen drew out the Nichirin Sword, raised his lips and smiled, and said: "Since you are so cooperative, I will give you a quick death. Don't be a ghost in the next life!"

The knife flashed, and the evil ghost turned into ashes.

He looked up at the cave in front of him, and there seemed to be several disgusting smells inside.

"Another test subject, great!"

"Thank you for your contribution to the cause of killing ghosts!"

Feiyuzhen smiled and walked into the cave. At this moment, the one-horned ghost happened to talk about Feiyuzhen. This was the information summarized by the evil ghosts in the past few days.

There was no way. For the ghosts of Fujixi Mountain, Feiyuzhen and the other five were like five big bad wolves entering a flock of sheep, which unexpectedly made the remaining ghosts very united.

"I tell you, among the five human cubs, the red-haired one is the most terrifying. He is a demon. He always has a smile on his face, and he takes action while he smiles!"

"Is that a smile?"

A sentence suddenly broke into the conversation between the ghosts, and they didn't even react.

The one-horned ghost nodded and replied: "That's it, the smile of a demon!"

The next second, the red-gold lightning lit up the entire cave, instantly dispelling the darkness.

The one-horned ghost was beheaded by a flash of thunder, and its head rolled to the side. Its originally hideous face was now full of confusion and shock.

Fei Yuzhen turned and looked at the remaining five ghosts, like a predator selecting prey.

"He is just one person, who cares if he is a smiling demon, kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"This man is too arrogant!"

The five ghosts had never experienced despair, and tried to crush Fei Yuzhen with the advantage of ghost numbers.

The sun set, and the afterglow of the sunset gradually disappeared below the horizon, and darkness enveloped the entire earth. At this time, the last ray of sunlight barely passed through the clouds and projected onto the quiet cave entrance.

Under the faint light, Fei Yuzhen slowly walked out of the cave. He was covered in blood, and it was obvious that he had a friendly exchange with the evil ghosts.

He walked out of the cave, took a deep breath, and felt the smell of fresh air, and felt refreshed.

"It's finally over..." Fei Yuzhen looked at the last sun, stretched his waist, and murmured, "The purple wisteria flower poison has been used up, and the poison test is over. I'm waiting to go home and let Shinobu praise me, hehehe!"

As the last ray of sunlight disappeared, Fujixi Mountain returned to darkness again.

The third day of the final selection ended, and now there was only one ghost who dared to hunt swordsmen outside, and that was the hand ghost.

Unfortunately, Brother Murata met him.

"Ahhh!"

"What is this? Didn't they say that the final selected ghosts only ate two or three people?"

"This guy must have eaten dozens of people, right?"

Murata ran all the way, too scared to look back. He had been safe these days. He heard that the guys were hunting ghosts, so he thought he could be better.

Who would have thought that he would meet this guy.

In the blink of an eye, six arms as thick as basins blocked Murata's retreat. In desperation, he could only fight hard.

"Water Breathing·Fourth Type·Strike Tide!"

The blade wind like a tide slashed on the six dark green arms. In an instant, blood gushed out, but in just one breath, the arms recovered intact.

Then, the hand ghost slapped Murata away with a slap. It didn't kill the human in front of it just to inquire about the news of Urokodaki Sakonji's disciples.

It held Murata and began to put pressure on him. Murata screamed in pain, and his bones were about to break.

"Little ghost, have you ever seen someone wearing a fox mask?"

While asking, the hand ghost opened his two bowl-sized arms.A line was worn between his legs, and eleven worn and bloodstained fox masks were hung on the line.

Murata recognized it almost at a glance, because these disaster-removing fox masks were so distinctive. The person who saved him a day ago was wearing exactly the same one.

Is this monster looking for Santu and Yiyong?

No, I must not let it find them. I can't betray them. They are geniuses who can bring glory to the Shuihu lineage!

Murata made up his mind in an instant. He endured the severe pain and shouted, "I don't know what you are talking about!"

"I haven't seen it!"

"If you haven't seen it, die!" The cold voice of the hand ghost sounded, and it increased its strength, and even the sound of broken bones could be heard.

"Ahhhhh!"

At the critical moment, a blue slash fell from the sky, grabbing Murata's arm and breaking it.

In a trance, he saw the boy with flesh-colored short hair.

Murata fell from mid-air, and Yiyong caught him.

As the fox mask came into view, the hand ghost's eyes widened instantly, and anger erupted like a volcano, burning its reason.

Its body began to tremble uncontrollably, and its mountain-like body seemed to be swept by the wind and kept shaking. Its teeth clenched tightly, rubbing against each other, making a crisp snapping sound, as if it wanted to bite the rabbit to pieces.

Every bite of the teeth was accompanied by a strong anger, making the air around heavy and depressing

At this moment, it only had endless resentment and murderous intent in its heart, wanting to tear the disciple of Urokutaki in front of it into pieces.

"Urkutaki, Urokutaki, you are going to lose your disciple again!"

"Hahahaha!"

The hand ghost kept shouting Master Urokutaki, which was very sick.

The rabbit stopped, and he stared at the strange-looking ghost in front of him in disbelief.

It's calling Urokutaki, right?

Does it know the master?

"Hey!"

"Do you know Urokodaki Sakonji?"

"Yes, of course I know him. Are you his disciple?"

"I ate eleven little ghosts wearing fox masks!"

The hand ghost showed his trophy, a string of fox masks, eleven in total.

The moment he saw the masks, Santu understood everything. Those brothers and sisters who didn't come back were eaten by it.