Human accounts are forced to reach max level

That guy might not even be able to beat that arrogant vampire girl. In his eyes, she was really no more than an elite wild monster.

But now it is obviously not the normal situation in the original work.

In other words, if it were a normal situation, this so-called ancestor of ghosts should have been killed by Yuanyi hundreds of years ago, and there would still be no scum left.

Gafan was speechless and tapped the armrest of his wheelchair with his fingers.

According to the information provided by Miss Tamashii, Enichi Tsukuni seemed to have suddenly obtained some means that could completely locate the approximate location of Muzan Kibutsuji, and his own strength seemed to be completely beyond the common sense of the world, becoming more and more powerful. It makes sense.

Therefore, according to the normal development of the plot, Tsuji Muzan, who has lived for a thousand years, should have been chopped into pieces on the same day.

But in fact, a disaster of a hundred ghosts going completely berserk at night slowed down the swordsman.

Absolutely controlled by the "Bloodborne Curse", the evil spirits throughout Japan were all rushing towards the swordsman who was like a god walking on the earth, trying to surround and kill him with sheer numbers. .

But this stupid idea completely disappeared ten minutes after the war started.

Even the ancestor of ghosts who controlled behind the scenes gave up on this meaningless thing.

Because the piles of corpses, too many to even turn into ashes, and the artificially changed battlefield environment, all showed the desperate difference in strength between the two sides.

The fear brought about by the Sun Flame Blade that cut through the night has even been deeply ingrained into the bloodline of all ghosts forever.

So the evil spirit's course of action changed.

Instead, they all dispersed and attacked human gathering places regardless of consequences or gains and losses, in order to attract the attention of the swordsmen and use their lives to give Onimusuji Muzan the possibility of survival.

Although they themselves don't seem to want to do this.

After all, isn’t it good to be alive?

And this indeed gave Kibutsuji Muzan some breathing room and precious time to rack his brains and try to think of a way to survive.

As for what happened next, Zhu Shi, who has lived from that era to the present, is not sure.

She just had a hidden shock in her eyes that had not dissipated for centuries. She told Gafan that when she was trying to figure out the specific situation, she had found a mountain top that seemed to have been chopped off by a giant's blade, and a mountain covered with knife marks. There are ravines hundreds of meters deep, and forests that look like they have been harvested by scythes.

I even saw a huge sword rising into the sky at a high speed from ten miles away, cutting through the deep clouds under the night.

Just like a fairy tale.

The last time Zhu Shi saw Jiguo Enichi was at the beach.

At that time, the sea was very calm under the moonlight. The tired swordsman was sitting on the shore with an ancient sword full of blood stained at his side. After noticing her arrival, he just showed a bitter and helpless smile.

"The target was too 'dispersed'...I couldn't find him."

And this was the last communication between Zhu Shi and the other party.

As for what happens after that, it will be the dark period of Wangui.

The evil ghosts, who seem to be no longer under control, hide in secluded mountains and old forests all day long and refuse to go out. Only when they are extremely hungry will they try to prey on humans as before, and they will most likely die.

This situation did not end until Ji Guoyuan passed away.

But until this moment, Oniwu Tsuji Mumei still hadn't appeared again, as if he had long since disappeared.

But after another hundred years, his relevant whereabouts faintly appeared again.

The memory ends.

Gafan felt a little headache.

Because based on this information, he couldn't analyze anything other than the fact that Kibutsuji Mukai was hunted to such an extent that he had no way to go to heaven and no way to enter the earth, and was almost driven crazy, and that he had become particularly cowardly. So much stuff is coming.

"Is it too 'scattered'... The tracking magic props that Cang Qiangwei's group helped Yuan Yi find at the beginning, I remember, seemed to rely on the target's blood to lock the soul."

Gafan murmured to himself.

At this moment, a small hand waving in front of his eyes interrupted his thoughts again.

"Hey, don't be in a daze, we're here."

The system patted the other party's shoulder, his expression looking very dissatisfied.

After all, she opened a space crack all the way.

Although the distance is not that far for her now, because she doesn't know the approximate location of the destination and the specific distance, she keeps taking everyone in a circle.

This deceptive situation almost made the system furious.

If it weren't for someone who was still paralyzed, she wouldn't have done such troublesome things!

Moreover, Muichiro Tokitoru, who showed the way, seemed to be a bit of a roadie, and his directions were very unreliable.

"Hey, we're here now?"

Gafan, who had completely come to his senses, was stunned for a moment when he looked at the wisteria trees in front of him.

After all, an hour ago they were at the snack street in Asakusa, Tokyo. As for now...

Gafan released the highest level of perception magic and clearly "saw" the town hidden in the mountains and forests, and smiled slightly.

They have arrived at the headquarters of the Demon Slayer Corps.

"Brother Gafan... do you really have a way to cure my lord's illness?"

At this time, Tokitoru Muichiro, who was pushing another wheelchair, suddenly asked.

The pretty face that used to look like nothing now became very tangled and a little hopeful.

Kirilenko, who was sitting in a wheelchair and didn't care where he was taken, was concentrating on wiping his favorite canvas shoes with a handkerchief.

It can be seen from its eyes that are so focused that it can be called selfless. It can do this kind of thing for a whole day.

However, this also made Gafan, who didn't know how to communicate with the other party, a lot of worry.

His requirements are not high, just don't get lost, so that you don't have to look for it when you go back.

"Of course, Shitou, I don't lie to children."

Gafan smiled, not paying attention to what he said, and almost made the other party stamp his feet again in anger.

"That man was kind to you, and I'm willing to help you repay him. And... I also have someone I'm looking for, and it seems he happens to be here."

As he spoke, he glanced at the virtual panel aside.

A certain red dot above was not too far away from him.

...

at the same time.

Demon Slayer Headquarters.

In a certain house, on the dojo facing the sunset, a man covered in bandages was looking at the blushing sunset.

Even though he can't actually see.

"Cough, cough."

He suddenly coughed and covered his mouth with his hand, and blood seemed to spill out between his fingers.

Her medium-length, pitch-black hair hangs down on her shoulders, and in the gaps between the bandages on her face, there are vaguely terrifying spots, as well as a pair of dim eyes.

His body has become weaker and weaker.

"Gah, gah gah!"

At this time, the calls of birds came from my ears.

That was a crow specially trained by the Demon Slayer Corps to deliver messages.

In order to make it easier to distinguish, the exclusive crows assigned to several pillars have a particularly special accent.

Following the direction of the voice, the man gently reached out to touch the little guy, and gently helped comb the feathers.

"I see, it's Tohru who's back."

"Oh, that kid has made friends, that's great... Hey, is he an elder?"

The man who is the contemporary protagonist of the Demon Slayer Corps was stunned for a moment, but soon he just chuckled and shook his head.

Ubuyashiki Yōya's voice was gentle and soothing.

"Anyway, let's prepare to welcome the guests."

Chapter 208: Gift

"Hey, you mean Tokito-kun brought back an elder?"

The action of preparing the potion paused.

There was a rare hint of surprise in the girl's gentle voice.

She has black hair with purple eyes, and the tips of her hair are gradually turning purple. The hair around her ears has fallen to her collarbone. She wears her night-party curly hairstyle as usual, and carefully wears a mint-colored butterfly hairpin with dark purple edges.

The Demon Slayer uniform wears a special haori with a butterfly wing pattern, which represents her identity as a contemporary insect pillar——

Butterfly Ninja.

"Naho-chan, are you kidding me?"

"No, no, I heard what those gossips said, and when I came back, I happened to see Tokito-kun leading a man in a wheelchair to the Lord's place."

The little girl with braids and a green butterfly hairpin shook her head vigorously.

"That's it..."

The gentle smile on Butterfly Ninja's face remained unchanged, but thoughts appeared in his purple pupils.

She also knew something about the situation of Tokitou's child. Logically speaking, there should be no such elders with unknown origins.

Could it be that you were cheated?

After all, the child usually looks dull.

After thinking for a while, the Butterfly Ninja finally put down the reagent that he had not prepared yet, and smiled and touched the little girl's head.

"Xiao Naho, I'm going out."

"Sir Shinobu, will you be back during dinner?" the little girl asked with a wink.

"Well... I have something to do later and I need to see Mr. Tomioka. I should be back later."

"Hey, Lord Shuizhu? Don't you hate him very much, Lord Shinobu?" the little girl tilted her head and asked in confusion.

"...I quite dislike him."

The butterfly ninja's smile became a little stiff.

"Oh, by the way, remember to ask Shanahu to eat, otherwise the child will be in a daze until sunset."

"Um!"

...

at the same time.

A certain main mansion of the Demon Slayer Corps.

Gafan, who was pushed here in a wheelchair by the system, looked helpless.

Because in the courtyard outside the dojo, the kid Muichiro Tokidou was hiding behind a wisteria tree, peeping his head out and looking straight at it.

"stare--"

Gafan: "..."

He finally knew what the awkwardness the child mentioned before felt like.

"What's wrong, Mr. Gafan?"

Ubuyashiki Yōya knelt on the cushion and asked in a soft voice.

"Ah, sorry, I got distracted."

Gafan responded with an apologetic smile, then looked down at the other person who was still kneeling, feeling that something was strange...

He stood up from the wheelchair, then sat silently on the floor, looking at each other levelly.

He completely didn't notice that the decent smile of the woman who was as beautiful as a birch tree fairy who was helping to make tea seemed to freeze for a moment.

She thought the other party was a disabled person with limited mobility...

After all, he came in a wheelchair.