Demon Slayer: The Undead Swordsman of Thunder

Slanted Eye Mountain.

The last rays of sunset were gradually swallowed by the night, and the originally golden sky gradually became dim.

The sun, like a tired old man, slowly sank into the cliff, leaving behind a silence and darkness.

Under the cold moonlight, Murata led a team of five people to the top of the mountain.

From a distance, the mountain looked like an eye hanging obliquely on the horizon, hence the name Slanted Eye Mountain.

Ten swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps disappeared in the mountain one after another, and there was a village not far from the mountain, so the headquarters directly sent two teams of ten people to check here.

Once the existence of the Twelve Demon Moons is discovered, a pillar-level swordsman will come to support.

"Captain, I'm scared!" Looking at the dark and deep woods around him, a new member who just passed the selection this year said with trembling lips.

Murata drew his knife and said confidently, "Don't be afraid, I'm very strong. You heard about me in the last final selection, right?"

"One hundred percent pass rate. Even ghosts run away when they see me."

He said this not only to comfort the newbie, but also to encourage himself.

"Ahhhhhh!"

"Run, run!"

Just then, the originally silent woods were suddenly broken by a shrill cry, which sounded creepy, as if it came from the depths of hell.

Then, miserable cries came one after another from the other side of the woods, like the howling of evil spirits, which was chilling.

Obviously, this was the same investigation team as Murata's team, and they seemed to have met with an accident.

The newcomer was so scared that he immediately rushed into the woods. His brain could no longer think, and he stupidly ran into the side where the screams came from.

"Come back, it's too dangerous to be alone!" Although Murata was not strong, he was an old bird who had killed evil spirits with his own hands. It was a pity that the man didn't listen to him at all.

"You three continue to explore, retreat immediately if there is danger!"

"Got it, Captain!"

Murata nodded and disappeared into the depths of the jungle in the blink of an eye.

The swordsmen of the same class as Fei Yuzhen all have a special glory, and they have seen what it means to be strong, especially the strength of their peers.

Since the end of the final selection, their group has been the most hardworking people in the entire Demon Slayer Corps.

They know that even if they can't catch up with those geniuses, they can't fall behind. Murata is also proud of that experience and trains harder.

In just over a year, he has been promoted from a Gui-level swordsman to a C-level, which is much stronger than in the plot.

After leaving the team, Murata followed the traces all the way up the mountain. The closer he got to the top of the mountain, the more uneasy he felt.

Soon he found a bad omen, that is, intermittent bloodstains, someone was injured.

Suddenly, the runaway team member's cry for help came from a distance.

"Help, captain, come and save me!"

Murata's face sank, and he followed the sound.

Finally, he ran out of the dark forest, to be precise, the trees nearby were cut down.

On the bare hillside, under the cold moonlight, a demon less than 1.5 meters tall was holding a demon slayer taller than it with one hand.

The most peculiar thing was the appearance of this demon. Its arms were two meters long, and its body was covered with black fluff, just like a monkey.

"Another one is here to die, are you a pillar?"

The demon turned his head with a grin, and his cervical vertebrae creaked because he turned his whole head towards Murata.

In the face full of black long hair, two scarlet eyes the size of eggs looked at Murata with a bit of teasing. Its right eye was engraved with words.

The second.

The moment Murata saw the number, his heart skipped a beat. It was the Twelve Ghost Moons.

He was confused. Such important news, ten team members were missing, why didn't anyone send the news out.

Murata knew he was no match for the enemy, so he roared at the sky, which was to pass the news to his crow.

"It's the Twelve Ghost Moons, take the news back quickly!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a crow flew away. The black figure was like a night elf. It was reluctant to turn its head to look at its master, with a crystal tear hanging from the corner of its eye.

It knew the strength of its master very well, and this separation was probably a farewell forever.

Before the crow flew far, it found a thin bamboo pole covered with black hair in front of it. It had no time to react and was slapped down by Xia Er.

Its arm, which was several dozen meters long, quickly retracted, and it looked at Murata with a smug look and said:

"Now, do you have any other ideas?"

"Hehehe!"

Murata finally knew why the message could not be sent out.

His brain went blank for a moment, and Murata immediately used his greatest strength toHe roared out in anger.

"Everyone, no matter who can hear it, there are twelve ghost moons in this mountain!"

"Take the news out, you must take it out!"

The next moment, his eyes became firm, and the water breathing·Tenth form·Endless life was activated, and a twisting faucet bit Xia Er fiercely.

Buy time, you must buy time!

"It's boring!" Xia Er threw away the swordsman in his hand and smiled disdainfully.

A moment later, Murata, who was covered in wounds, was pinched by Xia Er by the neck. As long as the opponent slightly bent his fingers, he could break his cervical vertebrae.

"Weakness is a sin, stupid swordsman!" Xia Er looked at Murata with a proud face as a superior, and even ridiculed him.

Hearing this, Murata sneered a few times. He was no longer the cowardly him in the past. Once upon a time, he was no different from the new team member, but that was in the past.

The final selection changed him a lot.

"It's true that I'm weak, but it's enough to have a strong guy!"

"I can't behead you, there are others, there are people stronger than you!"

"Evil ghost, I'll wait for you in hell!"

Murata's words made Xia Er feel uninterested. Killing a guy who is not afraid of death is not fun at all.

Only when you are on the verge of death can a person show his inner fragility and sadness without reservation.

Fear, despair, helplessness, begging...

And for the gibbon, seeing such a pathetic side of human beings is its greatest pleasure.

"Then you wait, wait until I kill the person you said is strong, and then you will naturally despair!"

Xia Er slapped Murata unconscious with a slap. Before he closed his eyes, he saw three crows rushing out of the night in another direction, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Successfully distracted this guy's attention, and the information was finally passed on.

The three crows belonged to the other three members of Murata's team. When Murata encountered Xia Er, they were not far away, and the three heard his shouts clearly.

The gibbon did not notice the three crows flying far away, and it had a trump card that even the pillars could deal with.

Xia Er died not long ago. As long as it can kill the pillar of the Demon Slayer Corps, it will have the opportunity to be promoted and get more blood from the scum boss.

At least that's what it dreamed.