It is said that Sun Pillar-sama is the god of fire

Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi no longer remembered how long he had been walking in the dark.

Since fleeing in a hurry that day, he has not seen the sun for a long, long time.

The King of Ghosts was sitting in the spacious Japanese room, and the heavy curtains firmly blocked the sunlight outside the window. Even though it was a sunny day, the inside of the room was groggy, only the pair of magnificent ghost pupils were still amazingly bright.

Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi doesn't hate the sun, nor does she hate the warm flames, nor does she hate the tender wisteria flowers.

But God seemed to be playing tricks on his sad fate on purpose, and put the facts in front of him with a cruel smile, laughing at everything he wanted.

His skin was as pale as a ghost, and even though the nails on his hands had been turned into a human-like radiance to cover up as much as possible, they still reflected an inhuman blue-purple cold light under the moonlight.

In the past 300 years, he has traveled to countless places.But no matter how hard he tried to find it, he still couldn't find any trace of the blue Bana flower.

Oni Wu Tsuji gave his blood to many people who were as seriously ill as him—they looked at him as if they were looking at a savior, begging the lord of all ghosts to help them get rid of their illness.

Guiwu Tsuji Wucan only thought it was ridiculous.He watched the people who had been assimilated by ghost blood wailing in pain at the soles of their feet, and watched them pounce on their closest family members without hesitation, and then knelt at his feet, offering him fear and loyalty.

Those monsters like him cannot touch the sun, will die under the soft fragrance of wisteria flowers, and will be completely abandoned by Vulcan.

"Lord Wu Mi." A warm but cold female voice sounded outside the door, Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi slightly raised his head to glance at the sky that was sinking outside when he didn't know when, and suddenly the day had passed quietly at no time.

In the past, he cherished every day so much, wishing he could not waste every second.However, now he obviously has endless life, but what he feels is not the joy he once thought, but a void that can almost swallow him completely.

The female ghost outside, as he remembered, was called Zhu Shi?The hidden anger in the female ghost's heart, like the hot magma buried deeply by the glacier, conveyed into his heart without revealing anything, but apart from making the ghost king sneer, Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou was not even willing to give the female ghost a look.

Obviously she was the one who asked him to cure her illness, and he gave this woman his own blood out of mercy. Zhu Shi himself could not control the instinct of being a ghost, and killed her husband and child, but now she vented her anger on On him, it was ridiculous.

The ghost with his cells is also his eyeliner in a sense.If he didn't deliberately block it, he could even hear the extremely boring thoughts in every ghost's mind.

Therefore, he also naturally knew that there was some organization that seemed to be exterminating evil spirits, and that Tanjirou Kamado seemed to be wading through mountains and rivers to find his trace.

The naive Tsukihiko was already dead, no matter how stupid Onimai Tsuji was, he would never think that Kamado Tanjiro was looking for him to talk to him.The severely pierced wound on his heart was still horrifying, and even the terrifying self-healing ability of ghosts could not erase it.

The extremely dazzling, gorgeous but murderous flame that day still seemed to be burning in front of his eyes. Even after such a long time, the scorching temperature still made his skin ache, as if he was about to melt in that high temperature.

He has no doubt that as long as Tanjiro finds him, he will definitely be greeted by a lingering attack that can kill him completely.

As for whether he is afraid of seeing the sad and compassionate expression of the gods again...

Who knows.

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"It really is you." Guiwu Tsuji Wucan folded his arms and leaned casually against the blood-stained stone wall.After the death of human beings, the fragrant breath wafts on the tip of the nose, and the sweet smell of blood keeps seducing his instinct as a ghost, but Wu Mi just frowned slightly, not surprised to see someone standing in the sea of ​​corpses God of misfortune.

The blue-eyed deity, who had long faded from his childhood form, glanced at him, and rushed straight at the standing Ghost King with unreserved killing intent. His pair of bewitching blue eyes were stained a strange and ominous color under the reflection of blood.

The sharp edge of the artifact in his hand can easily cut through the soft abdomen of a human being.The gushing blood splashed on the god's face and stained the rough cloth of the god.

Fu Jinshen stood where he was and didn't speak, but silently clenched the sword in his hand, with blue veins pulsating faintly in his hand.

"I said how come there are rumors of evil spirits hurting people recently." Onimai Tsuji Wuchan didn't mind stepping over the piled corpses on the ground, looking at the blood-covered Wotsushin with a mocking expression.

"Why don't you thank me well? I took the blame for you."

They have been at loggerheads since they were young, even if it is more than 300 years later, the goodbye is still tense.

A silver light flashed in front of his eyes, but in the blink of an eye, the sharp edge of the knife sank deep into the soft skin of his neck, Fu Jinshen grabbed his collar, his crystal blue eyes seemed to be a little bloodshot.

"You really have no repentance."

"Repent?" Onimai Tsuji Wuchan sneered, "Did I do something wrong?"

The bluish-purple sharp nails pointed at the scattered corpses on the ground, and the sharp fangs were exposed to the air, and the pair of magnificent vertical pupils like snakes made Yato frown.

"Obviously they are both murders, so how can you get Tanjiro's forgiveness, and I was almost buried under his sword?" The ghost king ruthlessly pressed the sword of the God of Misfortune around his neck, sticking to it The thick ghost blood snaked down the blade, and was thrown clean just before it touched the god's hands.

Guiwu Tsuji Wucan didn't care about the wound on his neck - in just two or three seconds, his wound had completely healed without any trace.

"His kindness to me is nothing more than the hypocrisy of you gods." The king of ghosts laughed.The smile on Mingming's face could be called bright, but those magnificent rose red pupils were as red as blood at the moment.

He clenched his molars tightly, this is the truth he should have understood a long time ago, but at the moment when he said it, there was a throbbing pain in his heart for some reason, and it even gave him the illusion that he was about to suffocate.

The blue-eyed god didn't say anything to his words, but just looked at him in silence, and suddenly felt pity and sympathy for this hateful guy in front of him.

"You are really hopeless." Yato said.

The god raised the sword, and the lingling cold light on the sword was clearly reflected in the ghost pupils, attacking the ghost king together with the strong killing intent in the words of the God of Fujin.

"I think you seem to have made a little mistake." The clogs stepped on the blood puddle, splashing a small cluster of blood.Yato didn't even look at the mountain of corpses around him, and wiped away the sticky blood that gradually slid down his face.

"Tanjiro and I are both gods."

"And the gods—"

"Whatever you do is right?"

Whether it is saving people or killing people, as long as it is a god, it is absolutely the truth in this world.

Therefore, the set of remarks that Oni Wu Tsuji Mucan said was meaningless at all.

Human delusions stand side by side with gods.

It was a ridiculous joke.

Yato knew very well that he couldn't kill this guy in front of him.

But even so, he wanted to smash this guy into countless pieces, and then throw it into the dirtiest and most smelly ditch.

Why.

Misfortune God thought.

Why would Tanjiro be hurt like this by you?

For 300 years, the fire god was almost trapped in the god's house for 300 years, and every day seemed to be a torment for Yato.

He saw with his own eyes that Tanjiro was suffering in a low voice under the torment of Chiu, and his brows were tightly knit while soaking in the cold divine water.

For a long, long time—Yato couldn't remember exactly how long—Tanjirou couldn't even regain consciousness, and he could only watch Kagami's consciousness rise and fall in vain.

Even after Tanjirou finally woke up, he couldn't take a step out of Kamiya because of his long-term weakness.But even so, Kamado Tanjiro still comforted him in turn, saying over and over that he was fine.

However, this guy in front of him, Yato was almost laughed at by him, not only did not reflect on his own mistakes, but instead attributed all the blame to Tanjirou.

It's sad and ridiculous.

"Who are you?" Oni Wu Tsuji supported his face, his magnificent ghost pupils stared at the tense swordsman in front of him, like a poisonous snake finding its prey, all the invisible pressure was vented on the man.

"You were able to find me." Almost instantly, Oni Wu Tsuji grabbed the swordsman by the neck and smashed the swordsman against the wall behind him without hesitation.

The gravel flew down, and Ji Guoyan Sheng coughed a few times, but because his neck was stuck, he could only make a dry and hoarse breath.

The feeling of suffocation rushed into his mind, and a sweet smell spread from his throat. He barely opened his eyes and looked at the pair of dark red ghost pupils that almost occupied his entire gaze. A creepy fear suddenly broke out in his heart.

If the courage of a newborn calf not afraid of tigers allowed him to stand in front of the king of all ghosts, then now he is like a prey that has been bitten by the neck, trying his best to escape from the hunter's hand .

The ghost king's hand brandished fiercely on his neck like steel, and Ji Guoyan Sheng almost had the illusion that his neck was about to be cut off.

but……

The swordsman barely narrowed his eyes, but the ghost king's tyrannical but hard-to-disguise handsome face was hazy, and Ji Guoyan Sheng suddenly remembered why he came to find this rumored ghost king.

Ghosts have existed for at least a hundred years, and as the ancestor of ghosts, Oni Wu Tsuji Wumi does not know how long he has existed in this world.The spots on his forehead were aching, Ji Guoyan Sheng took a deep breath, his voice was hoarse, and Dao Ming came to him with great difficulty.

"Please, give me your blood..."

As a human being, it is impossible for him to have more time to pursue the ultimate swordsmanship, but if it is a ghost...

"Heh." However, the only response to him was the ghost king's sneer and a sudden increase in the strength on his neck.

"Extremely stupid." Gui Wu Tsuji narrowed his eyes, and suddenly felt that the swordsman in front of him seemed a little familiar, "Why should I listen to you and give you my blood?"

He is no philanthropist.

"However..." The ghost king raised the corners of his lips, and he didn't know how much malice was hidden in that cold smile.

"If you are willing to tell me everything about Tanjirou, I can consider it."

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