The main Hokage man will only hinder my speed in making hand seals

Haruka was unable to pick up Yamaubakiri Kunihiro, so he set out alone.

When she arrived at that small world, it was midsummer.

Fortunately, the edge of the collapse is completely unaffected by rules, because there is no concept of temperature and there is almost no heat here.

Haruka stood at the edge and began to examine the remaining rules.

The speed at which this small world collapsed was about the same as she had expected, but strangely, there seemed to be something wrong with the passage she left, and many souls could not find their way out.

Not only that, the collapsed space actually has a tendency to spread towards Gui Lantern.

Qinghe checked the remaining rules of this world again, and this time she was very sure that there was no problem with the extradition rules she had added before.

So, there was something wrong with Gui Deng's receiving rules?

Ah, never mind.

Now that she's here, she might as well revise it and see which bastard is causing trouble.

Fortunately, the world has almost collapsed, and only this small place is left. Thinking about it this way, it doesn’t seem so troublesome.

Qinghe convinced himself and prepared to go and see the so-called Ghost King for Gui Deng.

As for what Kidō said, asking her to smash the other person's head off after finding him... Haruka decided to wait and see.

She still wants to keep the Ghost King and let him kill all the remaining living people in the world.

After leaving the edge of the collapse, the temperature suddenly rose.

The scorching sun baked the earth, and the bright light made it difficult to open one's eyes.

Qinghe held up his black umbrella. It was indeed a product of Yato and its sun-shading ability was really great.

"Where do I start next?"

Qinghe didn't have a destination either. She thought about it, picked a direction at random and continued moving forward.

There are more trees around, and there are many spider webs hanging on the branches. From time to time, rustling sounds can be heard in the bushes on the roadside.

This is a mountain that exudes an indescribable stench.

In the mountain which was so quiet that even the sound of birds was not heard, there were many souls wandering around, floating back and forth unconsciously in the forest.

It looks like there are cannibals here.

At the rate at which these ghosts eat people, the remaining humans in this world should soon die and be reborn.

Qinghe opened a passage and sent all the dead souls to Guidanteng.

Only two souls, a man and a woman, were left, and they refused to leave the mountain.

Fine, it's okay if they don't want to leave. Qinghe didn't intend to force them.

She was just about to leave when a few glances came towards her from the house deep in the woods. She tilted her head to take a look.

Wow, five cannibals? No wonder so many people died.

Qinghe looked away and continued walking forward as if she knew nothing. It was already evening, so she should find a place to stay as soon as possible.

The further we walked, the stronger the smell of blood in the air became.

Qinghe lifted the umbrella slightly and looked up. She saw several dying people hanging on the branches above her head.

They wore the same black uniform and were controlled by extremely fine spider silk, which might be the cannibal's food reserve.

They seem to be dying, should we save them? Qinghe thought about it.

Anyway, this little world won’t last many years. When it explodes, everyone will go to hell together.

Now that they are dead, they can still go to the ghost lantern earlier to queue up.

Well, that made sense. Haruka was ready to follow their fate.

Among those who were hung, there was currently a young girl who was relatively sober.

She saw Qinghe had discovered her, so she opened her mouth with difficulty, and blood flowed out of her mouth, mixed with some internal organs.

"Hurry... run away, there is..." the girl who was still sober reminded.

The spider silk controlling the girl suddenly tightened. She opened her mouth in vain, but could not utter a word.

She could only signal with her eyes to run away, tears mixed with blood dripping from her cheeks.

Tsk tsk tsk, so pitiful, please lend a hand.

Haruka cut the spider silk and used puppet strings to take over the captured Demon Slayer Corps members.

The unconscious and seriously injured people landed smoothly in a neat posture that was inconsistent with their condition.

Two of these people have already died, and the others seem to be about to die.

Qinghe first used the Palm Immortal Technique to stabilize their injuries, and then continued to control them.

She walked in front with an umbrella, and the group of people followed her in a row.

She suddenly paused. It felt like she was driving a corpse. Hmm...it seemed like something was missing.

Qinghe thought about it, found a big bell from the space, and tied it to the handle of his umbrella.

The bell made a clear sound as she walked, and the movements of the people behind her were in unison with the sound of the bell.

Qinghe was very satisfied. Now the atmosphere was right: "Hold on closely. We are going down the mountain."

The sun gradually set, and at this time, Qinghe just led her corpse-driving team down the mountain.

At dusk, the devil appears.

Qinghe walking on the road with a group of half-dead people like this is still very intimidating in the eyes of outsiders.

At least, the three young men walking towards her looked terrified.

The boy with crimson hair was relatively calm, but his expression was serious.

The blond boy was so scared that his eyes rolled back and his legs kept shaking.

There was also a shirtless teenager wearing a pig head mask, who seemed very excited.

"Is it a dream? This must be me dreaming, Tanjiro, right?" Zenitsu Agatsuma grabbed Tanjiro Kamado's arm tightly, seeking a definite answer.

This must be a dream! Otherwise, how could he see ghosts coming out with umbrellas when the sun was still shining?

The white-haired child who was completely hidden by the umbrella was definitely a ghost. Normal people wouldn't have such a strange hair color! Those people behind her must have been the spoils of her killing!

"I saw it too. It shouldn't be a dream." Tanjiro Kamado told the truth.

"Is it a ghost?" Inosuke Hashibira drew out his Nichirin Sword, eager to try.

"No... shouldn't it be?" Tanjiro had no way of telling. The child in front of them had a strange smell.

It doesn't look like a ghost, but with its cold smell, it doesn't look like a human either.

Zenitsu thought, it would be better for him to just fall into a coma, at least he wouldn't have to endure this kind of torture after losing consciousness.

"Will we become the one behind her in a while?" Zenitsu's tears were streaming down his face. He didn't want to die so miserably.

"Hehe, Quan Pachiro, Wen Yi, let me take the lead!" Inosuke rushed forward first.

He crossed his two swords and shouted, "Pigs rush forward!"

"Idiot! Don't be impulsive!"

Zenitsu wanted to grab Inosuke, but his legs were weak and he couldn't stand without holding on to Tanjiro.

"?" Qinghe was a little confused when she saw them making random guesses over there. Couldn't they ask her first?

She looked at the pig-headed man who rushed in front of her, and then easily controlled him with puppet strings.

Haruka used two fingers to gently manipulate the puppet strings, and the Nichirin Sword fell from Inosuke, who was controlled to stand aside obediently.

"Wow, so weak." Qinghe sighed.

So, why was he so brave to take the lead?

So weak? Ah... so weak... Inosuke was petrified instantly.

“Oh no, oh no, oh no!” Zenitsu kept repeating, grabbing his hair and shaking it left and right: “Inosuke has been caught, he will die, we are all going to be killed!”

Tanjiro held Zenitsu's shoulders, trying to calm him down: "Calm down, Zenitsu, the other party hasn't done anything yet."

"If we wait until she does something before we start to get scared, it will be too late, right?" Zenitsu said, not being able to stay calm at all.

"Demon Slayer Corps?" Haruka interrupted. She felt that if they continued talking, the demons on the mountain would come down.

Zenitsu smiled bitterly, tears welling up in his eyes, looking very upset: "It's over, she found out! That's it, let's say our final words."

Tanjiro ignored Zenitsu for the moment and let him calm down on his own;

Tanjiro looked at Haruka, he didn't smell anything bad from her, and even if she was a ghost, she looked like she could communicate.

"Yes, we are members of the Demon Slayer Corps." Tanjiro answered Haruwa's question.

Qinghe turned sideways, revealing the group of people behind him, although they were not completely blocked in the first place.

"These are your teammates, right? They have been returned to their original owners."

"Yes, what happened to them?" Tanjiro smelled a strong smell of blood and some ghost breath from them.

And they all looked unconscious. Tanjiro found it very strange. Why could they walk? Were they the same as Zenitsu?

"They were captured and used to make food reserves."

Haruhe untied the puppet strings, and the Demon Slayer Corps members fell limply to the ground.

Zenitsu was terrified and almost screamed: "Ah, they are dead?"

"No, just unconscious." Tanjiro did not smell any change in their scent.

He hesitated for a moment, but still ran to Qinghe to check on his teammates.

They were seriously injured, and the smell of ghosts on their bodies was similar to the smell wafting from the mountains and forests, but completely different from the smell of the girl next to them.