From the Konoha Sannin, take a look at the weird nicknames from the manga!

"mind! mind! Head..."

Tanjiro here was wide-eyed and shocked. He was still thinking about the previous sentence in his mind and murmuring in his mouth.

Seeing this scene, the audience's eyes also lit up, and it seemed that They saw something and started complaining one after another.

"The power of the mind? Head... He wouldn't think that his head-butt attack can be regarded as the power of his head."

"Hahaha, I didn't react when I saw the brain. I thought it was Tanjiro. This guy finally got the idea and can fight with his brain.

Unexpectedly, the focus of the word"head" lies in the head in front. It seems that the iron-headed boy is going to show off his power again."

"Alas, under such circumstances, it seems that there is another victim in the hands of Touzhu."

"emmmm, I originally thought that the video had nothing to do with the head pillar so far, and it was a bit deviated from the plot, but I didn’t expect it to come back like this, it’s too outrageous!"

………

The audience from all over the world were discussing enthusiastically. They seemed to have seen the scene where Tanjiro used his headbutt to kill the drum-faced ghost in one go.

However, to everyone's surprise, such a 570 scene did not happen.

When the claw-like attack came, Tanjiro did not launch an effective counterattack. Instead, due to his physical injuries, he was unable to dodge and was directly thrown away.

Rumble— swish!!

Tanjiro narrowly escaped the attack just now, grabbed a rope on the wall, swung it in mid-air, and thought worriedly:

"So dangerous! It almost got cold just now……"

"Damn, really hateful!"

However, Tanjiro's scene of being like an invincible Xiaoqiang with tenacious vitality completely angered the drum-faced ghost.

After all, he is not the only ghost in this house.

The drum-faced ghost is really angry now. I'm very worried, what if I delay a little longer and that thin blood is caught first by another ghost?

"Must, must eat the thin blood quickly, must quickly resolve the battle!"

However, the drum-faced ghost didn't know that the two ghost enemies he thought had been solved by the other two members of the protagonist group. Now, there is only one battlefield left in this house!

However, it is precisely because he does not know that the attacks of the Drum-faced Ghost are becoming more and more fierce now, and the situation of the Wild Wolf Detective Wolf is becoming more and more difficult.

"you! what is it call?!"

After dodging an attack again, Tanjiro frowned tightly and shouted loudly

"Xiangkai……"

The drum-faced ghost was stunned for a moment, but he still answered Tai Healing's question.

Seeing this, the corners of the mouths of the audience from all over the world twitched.

Well, it seems that the protagonist’s exclusive mouth escape is about to begin again!

Stop it quickly, drumhead, why are you answering the other party's question?!

Now it's fighting, fighting, is there any? There may be a life-or-death battle in the next moment, so there is no time to answer...

Moreover, once you answer this, what awaits you will be hell!

"Xiangkai, I will never give up my thin blood to you, I will never give in, and I will never give up!!"

Tanjiro lived up to expectations, clenched his fists at the opponent, and said firmly.

This operation made everyone confused about the meaning of this action for a while.

After all, you have been fighting for so long, and your respective goals , aren't their respective firm attitudes already obvious?

However, although this was a simple declaration, these words still penetrated the drum-faced ghost's heart like a sharp sword, and he was sweating coldly, his expression becoming more and more serious. He became nervous, as if he had returned to a time when he was still a human being.

He heard a group of guys pointing at him and"advising" him... to give up!

"No, I, I, I want to get thin blood and return to the Twelve Ghost Moons!"(aifa) (To read exciting novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

The drum-faced ghost was trembling all over. He had had enough of the shame of being denied. Now, he must be recognized.

Whoever dares to stand in his way In front of him, there was only death!!

Bang Bang Bang!

The drum-faced ghost beat the drum heads on his shoulders crazily.

In an instant, the whole room continued to roll, even more than ten times faster than before.

Times...

this is not over yet, the blade-like attacks are also intertwined and complicated, like a network, and they are bound to kill everything!

Although he is attacking in the bottom, his spirit has jumped far and wide.

Because at the beginning, the days when he was not recognized were too uncomfortable!

Dispersed, a frame also appeared in the corner of the video, slowly playing the past of the Drumface Ghost.

……

"Just give up."

A playful and scornful voice came from behind, commenting disdainfully on the drum-faced ghost. No, at this time, it should still be the hard work of Hsikai, a human being.

"This is so boring. What you wrote is so boring!"

"Just like garbage."

The visitor's movements, like his expression and words, were extremely indifferent. He casually waved away the manuscript that Xiang Kai had spent so much effort writing.

Seeing this, most of the people woke up..

It seems that this drum-faced ghost was an author when he was still a human being.

Because he is not very famous, his works are not recognized by the public...

Seeing this scene in the video, all the gods are shocked. Among the attention of the world, many code-word dogs also feel twitching in their hearts, because they seem to feel the same embarrassing emotions as Xiangkai when they were not taken seriously or cared about by others. , and painful mood

"It's neither beautiful, nor dreamy, nor surprising at all..."

The visitor, who seemed to be an editor, still made a cold evaluation and said disdainfully:

"How about giving up writing? You guy, no matter how much you write, it's just a waste of paper and pen.

And you haven't been going out during the day recently. That's it. You're so boring. If you're like this, just shut yourself up at home and beat your favorite drum."

"Well, even so."

Looking at the increasingly frustrated man in front of me, the indifference and contempt in the editor's eyes became even more obvious:

"You are not high enough to be someone else’s teacher."

What to say, he took a step forward, stepped on Hibiki's work with his foot, and strode out.

Until he saw this scene, Hibiki had been silent, and his eyes finally became sharp.