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Tengji Mountain is a very beautiful place. At the foot of the mountain, there is a circle of wisteria flowers that everyone will praise when they see it. The Ghost Killing Team spent an untold amount of manpower and material resources to plant these climbing plants densely. It took a lot of effort to catch the ghosts alive and put them on the mountain, shaping it into a closed arena for the selection of members of the ghost killing team.

It's just that a ghost beyond the abilities of the little swordsmen has mixed into this mountain.

When Xiao Yiyong, with disheveled hair and a thick-browed rabbit mask, staggered towards us, my first reaction was: "Isn't the disaster relief mask made by Mr. Rinaki in the shape of a fox? Why does Yiyong's mask have a Long bunny ears?"

"Dreams and reality are different." The Earl explained coldly, "Everything in the dream may be changed by the subconscious of the dream owner, even the laws of physics and common sense of reality may be different, so don't believe what happened here. "

Xiao Yiyong's age seems to be about the same age as Ge Ye, and he is a group of children who have not yet grown up. There is even a little baby fat on his face, which is very different from the clear water column that was just looking at the scenery on the train. .When he stumbled out of the dense forest, braked suddenly in front of us and almost drew his sword, I quickly explained: "Don't worry, don't worry! We are not ghosts, not enemies!"

When I was about to pull out my hands to show him my fingertips without sharp nails, I realized that I was still in the earl's arms from crossing the barrier of dreams to now.He had already let go, but I habitually hugged him tightly with both arms, like a koala hugging a tree, almost wrapping my feet around his waist.

Facing Xiao Yiyong's shocked eyes, I backed away like an electric shock, and quickly let go of my hands and pretended that nothing happened just now: "We, we are tourists who broke into here by mistake... Yes, tourists!"

"Yiyong was so expressive when he was a child, and he looked so cute." Zhu Xi unconsciously said nothing, "What's the timeline here? Saved? But Sabito—”

Xiao Yiyong's tears fell down big and big.

"For example, if you are tourists who entered the mountain by mistake...then walk down the mountain with me, and I will take you out." He wiped his tears with the back of his hand, and said in an almost out of tone voice, " There are many ghosts on the mountain, if you go down the mountain by yourself, you will, you will encounter danger."

Although he fell into extreme sadness when he heard Sato's name, Xiao Yiyong still restrained his emotions and tried his best to deal with the current situation rationally, taking the innocent passers-by in his eyes away from this dangerous place. Ghost Shura Field.

... Tomioka Yoshiyuki, why are you so cute?

"What happened to Satoshi?" I asked, "Actually, I happen to know him, if he's here..."

"Sabbit he—"

Xiao Yiyong's eyes were red, and now he really looked like a rabbit: "In order to save me, he met a very strong ghost, and he was fighting the ghost very hard! With my ability, I can't defeat that ghost. Damn, that's why I'm looking for swordsmen who can fight with me, go back and save Satu with me!"

The crested ibis and I exchanged glances. Although she has a pair of funny bean eyes in the form of a bird, I can see a human resonance in these small black eyes.

In the original work of "Demon Slayer: Blade", Tomioka Yoshiyuki should have passed out during the attack by a ghost at this time.When he woke up, the selection for the Ghost Killing Team had also ended, and he and the other swordsmen except Sarabbit were successfully selected.Therefore, it is impossible for him to have the opportunity to witness the encounter between Satu and Hand Ghost, let alone run to rescue soldiers.

"What happens in the dream is manipulated by the subconscious mind of the dream owner," the Earl reminded me.

……what.

Therefore, Yiyong's subconscious mind is: "Go back with me and save Sato".

"Don't panic, both of us are practitioners with high martial arts skills, don't worry about going down the mountain, let's save Satu first." I said.

Neither Earl nor Crested had any objections.In fact, my subconscious told myself that maybe the Earl would not object to any of my choices at all, and the crested ibis didn’t matter at all—for God, since doing anything is easy, doing nothing is meaningless, in this state To live a long life, the most important thing is to learn to have fun with yourself.

Obviously, I should be the happy child of the crested ibis.

It doesn't really hurt me to realize this, because I don't expect much from God.Although Crested Ibis has been a broken-mouthed but kind-hearted god so far, and even likes young handsome guys quite down-to-earth, I will not regard her as my last biggest reliance.

What people should do, they should do it themselves.Even if you can't beat the sky, you can still scare God with the Tower of Babel.

When I followed Xiao Yiyong to the small battlefield where Sato was, I was thinking about these things that I didn't have.I don’t know why, but even I, who was considered an idiot high school girl by Mori Ogai and others to be too gullible, couldn’t fully trust the Crested Ibis Goddess who had actually helped me several times.

Perhaps this is intuition?

Bestial instincts?

Before Xiao Yiyong reminded me, my beast-like intuition made a contribution again.I smelled an unusual smell in advance, and the hairs on my body stood up involuntarily.Even in my dream, I felt a life-threatening enemy was ahead.The count stretched out his hand to pull me back from rushing too far, but I couldn't stop the car, so I just jumped out of the dense forest, with rippled golden light shining all over my body, I didn't care about the place that emitted the most pungent smell Waving his fist: "Should die ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The ghost in Yiyong’s dream really didn’t disappoint me—a huge group of perfunctory and disgusting ghosts made of messy hands stood in the middle of the battlefield, facing me who jumped out, and holding a Japanese sword. Sato, who delivered a decisive blow to his neck with the round knife, let out a weird laugh that I will never forget in my life.

Yes, that's right, this is the laughter voiced by Zi Anwu.Very proficient, very perverted, even when I heard it, I wanted to drill my temple with my index finger and shout loudly, "I'm so high!" This kind of laughter is engraved into DNA

I just like to engrave things into DNA, including things like "How to grow crops in Japan with underdeveloped agriculture and no gold", which can be easily transcribed. We are old genetic engineers, can't we? !

The hand ghost that lived from the Meiji era to the Taisho era and devoured countless disciples of Ryotaki was preparing to attack Saitu with a stinking stench.I don’t know why in Giyu’s dream he looks the same as the image in manga and animation, and even the CV is faithfully reproduced. I can only understand that Giyu’s character is straight, even in his dream. Faithfully restore reality—then you should put back the fox mask properly!

Sabito was turning his back on us at the moment, and he held up the blue-bladed Japanese sword high up, using all his strength to strike the Oni's neck with all his might.

In my eyes, who had foreseen the result, his act was undoubtedly suicide.Because the hand ghost's neck has been specially strengthened, once this blow fails, the hand ghost whose head was not beheaded will crush Satu's head in the next second...

"Since this is a dream, let's make the illusory dream more beautiful." I started to command the earl and the crested ibis without a teacher, "Edmund, use your super high speed to block the attack of the hand ghost Route! Crested ibis, occupy the air supremacy, no matter what it is, just put the ghost's eyes on me!"

"Okay, then you can use this road sign to chop off DIO's head!" The crested ibis did not forget to joke when it flapped its wings and took off.

No, use this sun wheel knife to chop off the ghost's head!

I don't have a complex of personal heroism, and I even hate personal heroism from the bottom of my heart.Of course I don't intend to be a lone hero at this moment, because my plan has always included everyone present

"Brother Yiyong, wake up!"

The ripples of my fist are not prepared for the hand ghost, but for awakening Tomioka Yoshiyuki

Eat my personality modification palm, friendship breaking face punch! ! !

I followed the classic scenes that I have watched hundreds of times in the animation, and directly punched Xiao Yiyong's head.This blow directly blinded him, the black-haired boy subconsciously covered his head, and cried out tearfully, "Why did you hit me?"

"It was you who hit!" I picked up his back collar and threw it towards the battlefield, "Draw out your knife, now you have a weapon in your hand, and you are the only one who can save Sato! Move, eliminate fear, chop this dead ghost who deserves to be killed into small bread slices!"

Yoshiyuki Tomioka’s face was still confused, but his legs moved involuntarily—the dream was controlled by his subconscious mind, he had already experienced many battles, and he only ended it with an understatement in the face of the last five It is impossible for the fighting water column to be frightened and stiff when facing ghosts.He can only make one action instinctively at this time

Draw a knife, fly, breathe water!

This is a trick that doesn't know the name, because when Tomioka Yoshiyuki cut off the hand ghost's head, the entire dream was muted.We can only see that he is carrying the flying wave sun wheel blade and draws a complete trace in the night. All this happened too fast, because when I saw it clearly, the hand ghost had already separated its head and body; but all this happened It was also very slow, and the flying head stayed in the air for too long, so long that it violated the laws of physics, and Newton would lift the coffin board and sit up and curse.

I named this trick in my head:

Water off the head.

When the hand ghost's head fell to the ground, it was also when Tomioka Yoshiyuki woke up.Giyuu, who was not as tall as Ge Ye, the smallest among his peers, turned around and put his sword back into its sheath, his body stretched like a small tree soaked with rainwater. What we have in front of us is already the Demon Slayer Squad Shuiju who can shoulder everything.

What about Sato?

Yiyong turned his head, and the cinnamon-colored half-long-haired boy was standing on a tall tree branch at the edge of the battlefield.This phantom imagined by Yi Yong supported the tree trunk, lifted his fox mask, looked at the grown-up junior and smiled slightly.

"..."

"..."

None of them spoke, and probably didn't need words at the moment.Sato nodded to Yoshiyuki, jumped up briskly like a hare in the dense forest and hid in the darkness, leaving us with a figure familiar with the tortoise shell pattern and haori.Tomioka Yoshiyuki looked at the dense forest night that engulfed everything, and the depression between his brows that seemed to never go away drifted into his dream with the night breeze.

"I'm dreaming, right?" Giyuu said, "It's just that besides Sato, why did I also dream of Lixiang?"

Crested Ibis: "Because you have a crush on her—ah, don't strangle me, you stinky Frenchman!!!"

I hurried forward in small steps, first apologized for my Ripple Wang Baquan just now, and then quickly and urgently explained in no more than 200 words the cause and effect of Nightmare running around in our dreams and trying to make trouble.After Yiyong understood, he immediately began to look for the edge of his own dream: "Do you want to go to my unconscious realm?"

"No need, your dream is clean." The count said, "He should have gone to Kujo or Okita's dream—no, the only choice is Kujo's dream."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because servants don't need sleep, let alone dreams." The earl opened his arms to me again, "Let's go, go and have a look in that empty dream."

When I slipped into the count's arms, I didn't ignore Giyuu's shocked eyes.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"You...you and him..." Yiyong seemed to be brewing shocking words again, and I quickly interrupted: "No, no, it's not what you think! I'm using Edmund as a means of transportation, yes, Means of transportation! It’s not the development of a French overprotective gloomy and arrogant servant x a sunny and healthy little angel girl master full of insanity—”

Yi Yong: "Ah, I just want to ask why he is so white like a ghost. Is that the relationship between you two? Excuse me."

Me: No, no! !Brother Yiyong, don't kill the stock so easily, readers who can't do this will fight in the comment area while shouting "Hurry up"! ! !

The crested ibis gloated and landed on Yiyong's shoulder, happily calling: "Hurry up, hurry up!"

Stinky bird, sooner or later I will pluck your feathers, bald! ! !

Amid such clamor, the earl opened the way to the next dream, which was the spiritual world of Jotaro Kujo.

……

"Speaking of which, Kakyoin, do you like sumo wrestling?"

Nightmare sat side by side on the roof with a tall young man wearing a black modified school uniform jacket. He turned his head stiffly and slowly, looked at the 17-year-old Jotaro and asked a question.

"I remember you said that you like it." The male high school student Jotaro has not yet grown into the gentle marine biologist who can patiently listen to others, he continued on his own, "You said you like sumo wrestling the most. , especially the wrestling on the edge... Then, the timing is rare, why don't we have a sumo wrestling here?"

Nightmare: ? ? ? ? ?

No, wait, wait a minute.Does this person recognize him as someone similar to him? No, don’t just grab his collar and pull it down, he can’t wrestle, he can’t wrestle, ahhhhhhhhhhhhh ah! !