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Inside the warehouse.

The lights in the room were off, and it was still dark despite the daylight. The sound of footsteps rubbing against the ground was heard in the shadows, a dozen figures were pacing slowly in the empty space, and ghostly murmurs echoed in the room.

"If you don't work... just die..."

"Dedicating life... to the factory..."

People whispered and moved, lifting out a barrel of industrial gasoline with a flammable mark from the storage room, and everyone took a barrel. Then they raised the bucket over their heads, slowly unscrewed the lid, and poured a handful of the liquid in the bucket on their bodies.

Wow, wow...

Chemical substances evaporate in the air, and the air will soon be filled with a strong smell of choking nose. But the figures didn’t seem to feel anything unusual, they carefully applied kerosene to their bodies like a bath, and then they all gathered around a person in the center, watching that person put their hands in their pockets, and found out a small, Something shiny.

That is a lighter with a metal shell. In the oily darkness, the metal shell appeared so bright, like a star in the dark night.

As if attracted by its beauty, the people around who poured gasoline on the ground slowed down, turning their heads to look here, and acting like believers worshipping the priest in the center. And the person in the center who held the lighter was really like a spiritual leader guiding the crowd, opened the metal lid, and pointed the fire vent toward the person who leaned forward towards him.

"Go to death if you don't work..."

"Burn yourself for the factory..."

"Burning... myself..."

Under the gaze of dozens of eyes around, the person in the center placed the lighter close to the opponent’s chest and pressed his finger on the ignition button, but just as he was about to press the lighter, another faint voice was heard. Into the hall.

Squeak.

It was the sound of the door being pushed open, extremely slight, but at this time it pierced the ears of everyone in the room like a thunder.

They subconsciously followed the sound and saw the glimmer of light coming in from the outside illuminating their eyes. Without exception, their eyes were protruding and looking sluggish, just like zombies in the day. At this time, they were indeed like walking corpses, staring at the door in a daze-

In the sunlight that penetrates, a black figure is standing.

The figure walked into the hall against the light, and the light curtain gradually retreated from him, revealing those eyes that were darker than the shadows, and his eyes slowly swept across the hall.

In his eyes, the living "people" in front of him turned into stiff string puppets, and the hands holding the string were hanging above them.

-On top of everyone here, there is an illusory wave of evil spirits. They are like tarsus maggots, clinging to the bodies of those people, moving with their movements, as if turning into them. An invisible organ.

The first rule of Demon Slayer: No matter what method is used, never let mortals die in front of them.

Then, the current situation is naturally included.

First, think of a way to get them out of this influence.

Han Jiangchen slowly took off the long sword behind, holding the scabbard and holding it in his hand. As he walked in, the person holding the lighter in the center changed his face, and then shouted with a thick neck.

"Why don't you work?"

"If you don't work... just die!"

He yelled at Han Jiangchen who walked in, and saw the walking-dead-like crowd around him moving. Several sturdy male workers were in trouble at the same time, suddenly rushing out of the crowd with the smell of gasoline. He picked up the heavy gasoline drum that had not been completely emptied in his hand, held it high above his head, and swiped the oil drum towards Han Jiangchen as he saw it!

Boom! Boom!

Before the oil drum was smashed down, the muffled sound of physical smashing sounded. Han Jiangchen leaned down suddenly, the sword hilt in his hand gravitationally jabbed their lower abdomen, the person who was hit immediately rolled his eyes, and the oil barrel in his hand fell to the ground, covering his lower abdomen, his whole body bowed like a shrimp. Up.

Han Jiangchen suddenly exerted force and stepped across the pile of people lying in front of him. A few seconds later, his figure had flashed in front of the person holding the lighter in the center. Three or four people guarding the surroundings came up to stop him, but only a little closer, they saw that the scabbard lifted up and slapped their faces and flanks with strong wind, and the intercepting figure fell like a log. I couldn't scream even if I wanted to scream while covering the wound.

Indeed, it was less than a semester before he entered the school at this time, but during this semester, he was mostly in the cloud that was three times slower. In the blessed land, what he faced was the sword light phantom created by Shangguan Yu Ning himself—compared with the moves of the school teacher, the movements of these people in front of him were just walking!

The sound of bang bang came out, just between several brushes, five or six groaning figures were already lying under his feet. But Han Jiangchen didn't even look at them. He just rushed forward. Without waiting for the people in front of him to resist, he already wrapped his neck with one hand, twisted his waist, and threw him directly to the ground with the force of the rotation.

With a bang, the man touched his head on the ground, and after he fell to the ground, he was holding the lighter as if he wanted to poke him in the face, but Han Jiangchen leaned over and held his arm with one hand and squeezed it lightly. The man looked like Howling miserably like a pig.

In the cry of pain, the silver lighter unconsciously fell from his hand and was caught by Han Jiangchen. The spiritual power exploded with a pinch of five fingers, and he saw that the metal-clad lighter was crushed immediately and fell to the ground. A piece of scrap iron.

He threw the remaining core of fire to the corner with one hand, the man who fell on the ground was still clutching his wrist and wailing, but the people around him moved due to the change.

Bloodshot appeared in the eyes of more than a dozen workers at the same time. Some external thoughts overwhelmed their original fear, making them pick up the dangerous iron and steel frame around them, waving their mouths and drinking loudly, from all directions. Han Jiangchen rushed over.

But then they saw Han Jiangchen standing up, pinching the scabbard of the spirit sword again with one hand, spitting out the spirit power, and then his figure suddenly became illusory, and several heavy blows to meet the rushing crowd!

Boom! Bang! Snapped!

Every sound was accompanied by a person's snorting, Han Jiangchen shook the crowd quickly, and then there was the sound of one body falling to the ground. Within a minute or two, there were no workers in the factory who could still move.

They lay on the ground one by one, looking at the only figure holding the sword in front of them with a cold breath. The extreme horror in their eyes pierced the original dullness, as if they had seen an intruder.

Han Jiangchen was also looking at them, his gaze fell on top of their heads—the ghosts entrenched there obviously felt the spiritual power that he stabbed, and the shadows that were not fully possessed immediately shook, one by one, leaving the body, like It's as fast as fleeing into the ceiling, penetrating through it, and going to the upper level.

As they left, the people who fell on the ground rolled their eyes one by one, and the wits in their eyes gradually reappeared. But Han Jiangchen didn't look at them anymore, just jumped up and rushed to the corner stairs with his spiritual power, stepping four steps, swaying across the stairs like a gust of wind.

The voice control in the stairwell was awakened by his footsteps, and the broken incandescent light bulb flashed against the stairs. The dark shadow stepped across the floor in a few seconds, and the silence in the empty passage quickly returned, but at the end of the stairs, there was a carnival-like noise.

There are only three floors in the warehouse, and he has reached the end of the stairs in tens of seconds. There are unmanned warehouses on this floor, with the only fire door exposed from the stacked cargo room.

The door was locked, he breathed out a little to adjust his breathing, and then he suddenly exerted force with a palm, only to hear a crackling sound, a little excited spiritual force directly broke the lock core, and then he recovered his spiritual power. Throw the dead lock aside, put one hand on the door, and violently pull it open.

The creaking sound reverberated in the wide space, but it was immediately obscured by another sound.

"Hehehehehehehehe..."

It was countless shrill laughter, which came out from the crack of the door and rang in the skull, as if there were hundreds of children playing here at the same time.

But there are no children in front of him. In other words, there is not a living person in the entire room, only phantom "ghosts" are dancing.

The space behind the fire door is very empty, as if it has been abandoned for a long time, only an old-fashioned oil lamp is placed on the top of it. The oil lamp floated in the air with a dim halo, and dozens of semi-transparent phantoms accompanied it, floating on the top of this empty warehouse, making a fascinating cry.

"Go to death if you don't work..."

"You can die if you don't listen to me..."

"Go and die..."

The screams rushed towards his face, and the consciousness seemed to be shaken by it. Han Jiangchen watched the figure in the halo quietly, without any expression on his face.

Other people may be confused and fearful when they see this scene, but he is already used to it.

After all, this is not the first time he has seen such a scene. He has seen similar scenes many times in the past ten years, and therefore he can see the nature of these "ghosts" at a glance.

-This is the source of the evil aura of this factory, the evil thing that deceives people towards destruction. In the concept of Monster Slayer, this is an enemy that has to be eliminated.

Since they are enemies, there is no need to look at them in a "human" way-this is what the teacher taught him, and he has already accepted this kind of thinking.

In the face of this existence, the only solution is to kill.

He breathed long and leaned slowly, like a prelude to a carnivore pounce. At the same time, the figures by the oil lamp seemed to have noticed his entry, and then turned their heads one after another, and a pair of fuzzy eyes locked firmly on him.

"Why don't you work?"

"Hurry up... Get me to work!"

"If you don't work... just die!"

The ghosts yelled, their illusory figures rising at the same time. A group of illusory shadows screamed and flew toward the door, making harsh humming in the flight, like a swarm of bees rushing toward the intruder. The cold breath filled the room instantly.

But at the same time, Han Jiangchen raised his hand and grabbed the hilt of the spirit sword. The next moment his figure suddenly rises, and the dignified sword light is simultaneously unsheathed, as if to split the darkness in front of him!

Cut through the air!

The blade swung a huge arc in the air, and the burst of murderous air hit the first ghost head-on. The sword light slid across the center of its body, and the illusory body was cut off at the waist and split into two pieces from the air, bursting into the air like a punctured balloon into a scattered wind!

"Eh... yeah—"

The flying shadows screamed, and the blade made them feel an unprecedented threat, causing them to pull up quickly and want to fly again. But Han Jiangchen leaped up at the same time, rushed straight into the gathering of spirit bodies, holding the long sword and spinning around suddenly, and saw that the blade of light draws a cold full moon in the sky, and encountered the cold light of two or three evil spirits. It was like being thrown into the meat grinder, screaming and bursting continuously!

The evil wind blew up his clothes, Han Jiangchen fell from the air, waved his hand before landing, and the spirit sword flew straight out from his hand. From the front, the evil spirit passed through his chest, causing it to explode heavily. Nailed into the wall, it was not as deep as a palm.

He fell from the air, and when he landed, he jumped forward, drew out the sword on the wall with one hand, and slammed on the wall at the same time. The whole person instantly rose up again, like a hunting night owl, pounced straight. A group of evil spirits in midair!

"No... don't work anymore..."

"do not want..."

"You...you don't have to work anymore..."

The evil spirits pleaded instinctively, but this did not make Jian Guang hesitate at all. Sword Shadow continuously cut through the air, and evil winds burst out like fireworks. If they were not spirits but tangible humans, their stomachs must have been flying in this room at this time!

I will punish everyone who is evil!

The sound of breaking through the sky rustled together, the children’s laughter was distorted into heart-piercing screams, and the evil spirits scattered like they saw a butcher’s flock, doing all they could to avoid Nachi The silhouette of the sword, but they couldn't keep up with the speed of the spirit sword.

He pierced the body of an evil spirit with a straight stabbing, and then turned around to drive the sword to split the one on his side. After landing, he waved the backhand and stabbed the one behind him from behind. Finally, he jumped up again with the sword. As soon as the blade turned into a reverse grip in his hand, taking advantage of the force of falling in the air, a sword pierced the head of the last evil spirit, the air mass burst, and all the movement stopped abruptly.

The last scream dissipated in the air, and the room was completely silent again. Han Jiangchen got up and closed his posture, and looked around at the same time.

The field of vision is empty. Only the oil lamp still glows dimly in place, but at this moment the flame flickers like a candle in the wind, and the flashing light makes the room bright and dark. , It seems that an unknown omen is coming.

There are traces of spiritual power on this... Is this also the spiritual tool the school is looking for? It seems that this thing may be the source of evil spirits.

The existing evil spirits have been cleaned up just now, and at least for a while, no one will be harmed, so that's all he can do.

There are still people in the factory, and if they release the magic weapon rashly, they don't know what accidents will happen. So, don't act rashly, and leave it to the more experienced seniors to deal with it.

Han Jiangchen made a decision, put away his sword and walked towards the oil lamp, urging his spiritual power to seal it. But at this moment, an abnormal luster suddenly flashed in the oil lamp.

It's like... the flames of a furnace!

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