Demon Slayer: The Undead Swordsman of Thunder

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

"I don't know!"

"I don't know!"

...

"Ahhhhhhhhh!"

The ghost head nailed to the ground by a half-chopper screamed wildly. The name "Kibutsuji Muzan" was like a curse, a curse engraved in the genes of every ghost.

Just hearing this name, it was going crazy. It didn't want to eat the human in front of it. It just wanted to live.

Tiandao Feiyuzhen shook his head and sighed helplessly. Look at how scared the child was. It was necessary to let it know what real fear was.

"Hey, hey, hey!"

He slapped the ghost head several times in a row, barely calming him down.

The evil ghost's eyes were dull, and its whole head was shaking. The guy in front of him was not a human, he was a devil, a monster.

Fei Yuzhen took out a paper bag from his arms, and said to himself while opening the paper bag:

"Let's talk about your boss!"

"Like where he lives now."

"Otherwise, I can only stop your bleeding!"

While speaking, Tiandao Fei Yuzhen opened the paper bag in his hand, and inside was a purple powder with a fragrant smell.

"This is the powder made from wisteria flowers. Do you want some? Stop the bleeding quickly!"

He had a harmless smile on his face, but in the eyes of the evil ghost, he looked like a devil, which was really scary.

"Devil, you monster!"

"Stay away from me!"

"Ahhhhh!"

The evil ghost's face was distorted, and he shook his head like crazy.

Fei Yuzhen pinched the face of the evil ghost, opened its mouth, and murmured: "The ordinary people you killed were also scared like you before they died, right?"

"They are innocent, so I say, ghosts are really disgusting creatures."

As a time traveler, Fei Yuzhen hates 99% of ghosts in his bones, not only because he is a human, but also because he hates them for killing innocent people.

After that, he stuffed the wisteria powder into the ghost's mouth.

For ordinary people, wisteria is just a beautiful flower, but for evil ghosts, wisteria is highly poisonous.

Fei Yuzhen pulled out half of the kitchen knife, and the evil ghost's head began to collide, with purple blood bubbles all over the surface, which seemed extremely painful.

When it killed the first person, it should have known that it would be killed one day.

Bang!

With a loud bang, the evil ghost's head turned into a pool of purple-red blood, and a headless corpse lay not far away. This headless corpse was still twitching, as if it was still alive.

When the sun rises, everything will disappear.

The warm sunshine nourishes all living things, except evil spirits.

Tiandao Feiyuzhen picked up the rice bag with one hand and put it on his shoulder, walking slowly towards Taoshan, humming a cheerful little song.

"Go home!"

The bright moon was far away, like a clear spring hanging in the sky, and the moonlight like a waterfall flowed into the lush peach forest.

In front of the cabin, Kuwajima Jigoro sat at the door, saying harsh words.

"Stinky boy, he just knows how to play, I will definitely beat him up!"

"It's already this time, you don't go home, right?"

"It really makes me angry!"

There was a pair of worried eyes on the angry face, just like those elders who are worried about their children going out.

"Where is my sword?"

Old man Kuwajima was looking for the wooden sword while cursing, and suddenly, a small figure appeared at the end of the peach forest.

"Grandpa, I'm back!"

"I'll make it clear in advance that there's a reason why the clothes are damaged!"

Hearing this, the old man looked up suddenly. He wanted to rush over and give his apprentice a hug, but he couldn't do it because of his face, so he still blamed him with a distressed tone.

"Where have you been fooling around again, you little brat?"

"You'll be finished if I don't beat you up!"

After saying that, the old man walked over with a wooden sword.

He found blood on Tiandao Feiyuzhen's chest and scratches on his clothes, and instantly understood everything.

"You have seen that thing!"

"Yes, it's the thing that messed up my clothes. I killed it!"

Instantly, all the blame and anger disappeared. The old man rubbed his apprentice's head for the first time, and said with a little pride in his tone:

"Well done, you are worthy of being my apprentice!"

Then, he changed the subject and said earnestly: "Remember, safety is still the priority!"

Fei Yuzhen smiled and boasted: "I'm so strong, there's no need to worry at all!"

"Just brag!"

The old man gave his stupid apprentice a slap and urged him to go to bed.

At midnight, Fei Yuzhen had already fallen asleep, and the old man was still mending clothes in the room, his movements seemed very clumsy.

"This needlework is more difficult than cutting the twelve ghost moons. Find time to go to the town to make a few more sets of clothes for the stinky boy.I'm convinced."

The old man cursed, needlework was really not something a grown man like him could do.

At dawn, Fei Yuzhen was still snoring, and the old man got up early to cook.

Suddenly, he stopped what he was doing and looked at the peach forest in the distance with burning eyes.

A tall figure walked out of the peach forest, and old man Kuwashima couldn't help but feel puzzled.

Momoyama is rarely visited by people, and the disciples he trained were also selected by himself.

Realizing that the figure had no intention of killing, the old man wiped his hands and walked out of the kitchen quickly.

Just then, the first ray of dawn in the morning passed through the layers of clouds, like a golden big hand, gently caressing the halfway point of Momoyama.

Looking from the sky, the whole Momoyama is like a huge painting. The lower half of the mountain is shrouded in a golden glow, which looks particularly dazzling; while the upper half of the mountain is immersed in a faint black shadow, mysterious and Deep.

The strange figure stood at the junction of light and darkness, with a smile brighter than the sun on his face.

It was not until the man came closer that the old man saw his face clearly.

He had long yellow hair with red ends, like leaping flames, and under his thick black sword eyebrows were piercing eyes.

He wore a white haori with flame patterns on the end over the coffee-colored Demon Slayer Corps uniform.

Just one look at him would infect you with his cheerful and fiery smile.

Such a strong aura, this man is a pillar.

As an old-generation pillar of the Demon Slayer Corps, he recognized the other party's identity at a glance, the contemporary Flame Pillar, called Rengoku... What is Rengoku?

Having lived in seclusion for too long, old man Kuwashima could not remember.

At this moment, a heroic voice sounded, and the fiery man bowed and said politely:

"Senior Kuwashima, I am Rengoku Makijuro! ”

“The current Flame Pillar of the Demon Slayer Corps is here to visit you!”

“Oh!” Mr. Kuwashima suddenly realized that the last time he saw this kid, he was still wearing open-crotch pants, “You kid have grown up so big!”

“I held you when you were a child.”

The previous generation of Flame Pillar and Mr. Kuwashima had a good personal relationship. He had been to his home as a guest, but it was a pity that he hadn’t seen him for a long time.

In addition, Mr. Kuwashima lived in seclusion due to a broken leg, and rarely contacted the outside world. He really didn’t expect that the son of an old friend would suddenly come to visit.

“Boy, come in and have a seat and have breakfast?”

“Then thank you, Senior Kuwashima!”