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"I almost threw up! I was just retching!!!"

Gafan had a look on his face that said, "You really don't know which pot to open," he said, "And it's not because of unlucky, it's because I overate at the Big Eater Competition. Who knew that the owner of the ramen shop actually hired a sumo wrestler? Come here, they must be relatives!"

Recalling that the fat man always ate noodles from a bucket, Gafan raised his hands to cover his face as if he couldn't bear to look back on the past.

He didn't even know how he "eat" to win.

But at least I got the bonus of 100,000 yen. It’s not easy to make money these days.

"Mr. Gafan, I understand the situation."

At this time, Purgatory Anjuro, who was also sitting cross-legged across from him, thought for a while with his arms folded, and then suddenly spoke.

"Let me confirm again, no matter how long I stay in this world, it will only be a whole day when I go back, right?"

"That's right, just call me Gafan."

Gafan casually grabbed the glutinous rice dumplings that the system was about to throw into the tea cup, and stuffed them into the other person's mouth. He smiled kindly and said, "What, is there something urgent in the original world?"

"No, I can only say it's just right."

Recalling that the person from the Hidden Force discussed with him that it would take a day to collect and organize information, Purgatory Anjuro shook his head slightly.

This is really a coincidence, it just won't delay him from conquering the evil ghost.

It's just that he suddenly disappeared from home. I hope my brother Senjuro won't be too worried. As for my father...sigh.

"That's good, otherwise I would really feel bad about it."

Not noticing the inexplicable melancholy look on his face, Gafan let the finished tea cup float back to its original position, then touched his chin with his hand and fell into deep thought.

In fact, when he teleported over, the first time he saw the other party, he felt deeply confused and surprised.

Because the familiar Demon Slayer uniforms, the special feathers representing the pillars, and the familiar faces all represent that the Demon Slayers, whose mission is to defeat evil spirits, are still continuing to exist.

But he clearly remembered that before going back, Jiguo Enichi and his teammates found a tracking magic prop that used blood as the medium...

So how did that guy Kibutsuji Muzan survive? ? ?

As for the possibility of a parallel world, he also ruled out this option after confirming some details in the conversation just now.

"So ghosts are such stubborn creatures?"

Gafan whispered softly subconsciously.

"What?" Purgatory Xingjulang said in surprise with a loud voice.

Because his eardrum had been completely shattered, his hearing was somewhat poor and he couldn't hear other people's words that were too soft.

"Ahem, it's nothing."

Gafan coughed twice deliberately, felt a little embarrassed, took a glutinous rice dumpling from the small plate in front of the system, and stuffed it into his mouth.

After all, in front of ghost hunters, discussing how ghosts can escape seems a bit too careless.

Gafan, who was thinking this in his mind, was about to take a bite of the glutinous rice dumplings when his movements suddenly stopped.

"Hey?"

Bai Xiu, who was held in his hand, looked at him curiously.

"..."

After putting it back in its place as if nothing had happened, Gafan calmly changed the subject.

"By the way, Anjuro, have you... heard of the name Enichi Tsukuni?"

"not at all!"

Purgatory Anjuro heard clearly this time and responded loudly and enthusiastically.

"Uh, okay, it's the same situation as the original."

Gafan smiled, but his heart was very complicated.

After all, to him he was just a friend who had only been separated for a short time, but the other party had already died of old age, and hundreds of years had passed.

The difference in the speed of time between them made him not know what to say for a moment... He had just been born in the last world, so he wanted to control the passive time travel, and then go see the people he wanted to see.

Go back to a planet shrouded in doom, or visit a town where monsters live...

This made him feel a little depressed for a while, but the smile on his face remained unchanged and did not show any signs of it.

The system sitting next to him glanced at him and didn't say anything. He just leaned over lazily, still biting the sweet glutinous rice dumplings in his mouth.

She didn't know much about comforting things, but she could always "accompany" her.

"Gafan, do you want to eat glutinous rice dumplings?"

"...No, I'm still holding on. You can eat it yourself. If it's not enough, I'll ask the old man to order more."

With a slight sigh, Gafan slightly adjusted his sitting posture so that the other party could lean on him more comfortably, and then smiled helplessly.

This little guy is really sharp sometimes.

Mingming usually looks like a carefree foodie and doesn't understand human emotions very well.

"By the way, Xingjuro, are you in a hurry to go back now?"

"No, if time passed equally fast in both worlds, I would be quite impatient, but not anymore."

Purgatory Xingjuro shook his head and said calmly: "I am very curious about this world. If possible, I would like to stay here for a longer time."

Whether it was cars that seemed different from his original world but more advanced, or high-rise buildings that could be seen everywhere, they were all so novel to him, who came from an era with a century's difference in technological level.

Of course, what intrigued him the most was Miyamoto Musashi's strange mind slashing.

He felt that this invisible move should be able to play a good interference role when fighting ghosts.

Blinding or temporarily breaking joints are both good uses. Even if the attack strength is not enough to cut off the evil ghost's neck, it is still enough.

After all, you still have to use the Nichirin Sword to kill ghosts.

"Speaking of which, Musashi seems to have gone out?"

Purgatory Anjuro glanced at the sky outside the dojo, and it was not too early now.

"And there seems to be something wrong with his face. Gafan, did he have any conflict with you?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Because I found that as soon as you came, his mood seemed to get a little worse. Although I couldn't see it on his face, I could feel it in my heart."

Purgatory Anjuro said bluntly with a serious look on his face.

But regarding this, Gafan's eyes were a little confused.

After all, it was not only the first time that he and the burly man met, but the conversation lasted only one sentence.

The other person asked me my name, and then I answered it myself.

Then it was gone.

"...I brought the glutinous rice dumplings that I thought I was going to give him. Does this count?"

After pondering for a while, he glanced at the system that had swallowed the last glutinous rice dumpling and had bulging cheeks, and Gafan asked weakly.

"Well, I must have thought wrong." Purgatory Anjuro was stunned for a moment, "Sharing food is a normal thing, and Musashi doesn't seem to be a stingy person."

"Boom, boom."

At this time, the sound of knocking on the door interrupted the conversation between the two.

A short and thin old man walked in, his steps hesitant and his face looking hesitant to speak.

This situation is rare for him. After all, as the thirteenth generation head of the Tokugawa Foundation, even the Prime Minister of Japan must treat him with courtesy and respect.

When you are in such a high position, it is really rare to have a lack of confidence.

But the two people in front of him were indeed worthy of his treatment.

Tokugawa Mitsunari looked at Purgatory Anjurou. This man had just defeated Miyamoto Musashi, who was the most powerful figure in the world. His shocking swordsmanship and phantom-like fire were enough to make him remember it for the rest of his life.

Then, he turned to look at Gafan. Although he had never seen the other party take action, the conversation between Miyamoto Musashi and the other party when they first met made him feel terrified.

"What an unreasonable existence. There's no need to even compete... Strong man, what's your name?"

"Huh? Hello, my name is Gafan."

It was such a short conversation.

That Miyamoto Musashi, even before they had a fight, he just... thought that his skills were inferior to others.

Shock and curiosity appeared in his heart at the same time to an uncontrollable intensity.

In order to see strong men fighting, he could even plan to clone and resurrect the ancients, and now——

Tokugawa Hiroyuki felt that he had seen a strong man who had never even appeared in history.

He wanted to see "the fight."

So, just now, he called back the opponent he thought was qualified.

"call--"

After taking a deep breath, looking at the two people who looked confused in front of him, Tokugawa Mitsunari turned sideways and slowly made way for the other party to see the person not far behind him.

"Mr. Xingjuro, and...Mr. Gafan, although it is a bit presumptuous and abrupt."

Sweat was dripping from his forehead, and he didn't know whether it was because of excitement or some other reason. After Tokugawa Mitsunari swallowed his saliva, the corners of his mouth couldn't stop curling up.

"I want you to meet the 'strongest man' in this country right now."

Hearing this, Gafan had no reaction. He just cared about how he seemed to have finished drinking his tea, where he would stay with the system at night and what he would have for dinner.

However, Purgatory Xingjulang subconsciously looked towards the door, and then his eyes showed interest.

It was a young man who was estimated to be over 1.6 meters tall and weighed about 70 kilograms.

The arms exposed outside the short sleeves were covered with dense scars, showing the unimaginable amount of battles he had experienced.

This boy is very strong.

With bare hands, he might not be able to win.

This is the judgment made by Purgatory Anjuro.

The young man who had only been out for a few hours but had rushed back with doubts because he received an urgent call from the old man, his pupils were constricted and he was in a state of shock.

People who practice martial arts all year round can sense things that ordinary people cannot detect.

They can "see" hallucination-like scenes in other powerful guys.

For example, a few hours ago, the boy saw a huge mushroom cloud like a nuclear explosion on the body of a man named Miyamoto Musashi, and he was lost for a long time.

And now...

He looked at the man with long yellow hair and dark red tips.

What he saw was an endless blazing purgatory, which was covered with the remains of strange humanoid creatures. All the cuts were sharp knife wounds, and most of them were decapitations.

Then, he turned to look at another man wearing a blue and white robe who seemed to be in a daze.

In an instant, cold sweat soaked the clothes on his back.

All the cells in his body were sending him unprecedented danger signals. Even the man who was known as the strongest creature on earth had never given him this feeling.

At the same time, he saw the vast starry sky, the endless abyss, and——

A rich and extremely inhuman feeling that transcends human beings.

There is a "god" living in this guy's body.

"..."

The hands covered with wounds and calluses trembled slightly, but that was not fear, but excitement and nervousness to the extreme, something unique to the strong...

excited.

"first meet."

The corners of the young man's mouth were slightly raised, his eyes were fixed on the two men in front of him, and his tempered body instinctively took the lead in making a faint posture.

After taking a deep breath, he chuckled.

"My name is Fanma Renya. Can you... have a fight with me?"