Soon, the three were guided by the staff to board the small airliner.

"Wow-"

After entering the cabin, Tanjiro let out an even louder exclamation again:

"The original passenger ......

"It's not just us!"

The cabin is elegant, shaped like a Western-style high-end restaurant, and about 50 seats are full of passengers.

Some of these passengers are dressed in straight suits, some are wearing long skirts, and they are holding expensive cowhide bags, in short, they look ......

Very upper.

But it makes sense.

During the Taisho era, airplanes were often used for cargo transportation, and civil aircraft were still very rare around the world.

So now individuals who can travel by plane have a high social status.

And it's not averagely high. Shen Luo sat down and looked around:

"Looks like the Ghost Slayer is quite rich......

"Just for the money of a plane ticket, it is estimated that you can buy a house."

The flight attendants are all busy at the moment.

This should be regarded as the prototype of a civil aviation company.

However, due to the relatively early age, the rules and regulations and precautions in all aspects are not perfect.

For example, wine glasses and food on the table.

It is purely a stupid local tyrant behavior, once the plane is bumpy, it will be spilled on the body if you are not careful.

A male flight attendant in a black uniform walked over:

"Distinguished passengers.

"It's your pastry."

Tanjiro took the plate of fragrant pastries and distributed them to everyone:

"Jing Ze, Hui Cong, Ryumi.

"We should arrive very late, so be sure to fill your stomach~"

Shen took a small bite.

Relatively fluffy.

But the taste is not good, there is an indescribable musty smell.

"It doesn't seem very new."

He looked at Tanjiro and HC, both of whom frowned and nodded, fully agreeing with his assessment.

Tanjiro clenched his nose and swallowed a large gulp in front of him.

Whew~

Whew~

At this moment, Ryumi's exaggerated chewing sound came.

Well?

Shen slightly turned her head, only to find that she was gobbling up deliciously, and the corners of her mouth were all cream, as if she had encountered some excellent delicacy in the world.

"Forehead ......"

Sensing everyone's surprised gaze, Ryumi wiped her mouth embarrassedly:

"I'm sorry.

"Am I eating too much? But...... These pastries are really delicious.

"I, I'm full."

Shen Luo simply put the plate in front of her:

"It doesn't matter.

"We're not used to the taste, so if you're willing to eat it, I'll leave it all to you."

Ryumi's eyes suddenly lit up:

"Really, Aligado!"

The swordsman of Jing Ze is really a very considerate person~

Looking at Ryumi, who continued to gobble, Shen slightly shrugged his shoulders helplessly:

Ghost Eater's Taste......

It's really different from ordinary people.

HC touched his shiny bald head, and suddenly spoke:

"Huh?

"Lord Ryumi's favorite food is ghosts, and this pastry can't be made with ghosts, right?"

Shen Luo immediately felt sick to his stomach:

"Gross-"

If you can make a little bit of the sun, I almost didn't vomit to the master.

Seeing that Shen Luo and Tanjiro's faces were blue, he hurriedly waved his hand:

The little monk said casually.

"Don't take it seriously~"

About an hour later, the plane finally took off in the turbulence, the airport and buildings under its feet fading away, and a thin white fog gradually appeared outside the window.

Tanjiro and HC were curiously lying by the window.

HC kept sighing:

"For the first time, the little monk saw what it looked like above the clouds.

"But ......"

He looked up vigorously and looked up:

"Sure enough, there is no Elysium in the sky, and there is no Great Thunder Yin Temple."

Hey—

Hui Cong's gaze and even his mind were a little dim, although the monk was only a profession, he still expected to see some miraculous scenes.

Unfortunately, it didn't.

Tanjiro Kamado blinked:

"It's amazing, it just feels a little hot......

"Sir!"

He was afraid to pat the flight attendant next to him on the shoulder.

"Huh?"

The flight attendant was taken aback, and after reacting, he quickly smiled: "Dear passengers, what do you command?" ”

Tanjiro pointed to the window:

"Can the window be opened?"

The flight attendant was stunned and quickly shook his head:

"This can't be, the air in the air is thin in the sky, and everyone will die of lack of oxygen after it is turned on."

Anoxia?

HC suddenly frowned:

"Is it possible to starve oxygen when you break a window?

"Then if any ghost pries open the window of the plane, then we swordsmen who can only fight by breathing......

"Isn't it all over?"

The four fell into a brief silence.

After a long time, Shen slightly glared at him fiercely:

"Hurry up and say a few words, no one will treat you as a dumb person if you don't speak."

HC had no choice but to cover his mouth:

"Okay.

"The little monk won't say anything."

As the plane sailed forward, the novelty of Tanjiro and the others gradually faded, and with the afternoon sun being very warm, they quickly began to snore.

But Shen Luo didn't sleep.

"What HC said just now is not unreasonable."

Airplanes are indeed the most dangerous means of transportation for swordsmen.

In the event of an accidental lack of oxygen, the consequences are unimaginable.

But the ghost shouldn't dare to come along, right?

The sun here is stronger than the ground, and even the twelve ghost moons should not have the courage to keep up, not to mention that it is a sunny day now.

Shen Luo looked at his partners who were sleeping crookedly:

"Forget it.

"I still don't sleep, so I don't have any accidents."

For the next few hours, the plane kept jolting.

Everything seems to be normal.

The other "upper-class" passengers kept talking and laughing.

They chatted about various emerging industries in the early 20th century, and some of the obscure words they didn't even understand.

From time to time, someone aimed at Shen Luo and the four of them.

Seems curious about their identity.

- The reputation of the Demon Slayer Team has spread, but it is generally a bit of a niche hobby like the SCP Foundation.

In an era when information is not smooth, many people still don't know about it.

Shen Luo didn't care.

"It doesn't seem like there will be any surprises."

The sun is starting to set outside the window, and the plane should not be far from landing for the first time to refuel.

He closed his eyes.

As his vision temporarily entered a state of rest, Shen Luo's other perceptions began to become acute.

KUANG~

Just as Shen Luo was about to fall asleep, he suddenly heard a slight sound in his ears.

He hurried to open his eyes.

Well?

The companions were still asleep, and the other passengers were talking and laughing as usual.

"Strange.

"Could it be...... Is it a hallucination? ”

If everyone on the plane is in a hallucination, no one will notice even if there is an accident.

Maybe you can wake up at the moment of the crash!

Not good.

Shen Luo hurriedly squatted on the ground, his arms spread out at his sides, and his eyes closed:

"The breath of the beast, the shape of the seven, spatial perception!"

Skill Effect Captures the subtle flow of air to feel the real environment you are in, ignoring all illusionary blood-like magic.

This is something he learned by accident while watching the Beast Pillar, Kouhei Inosuke, fight.

Soon, the black-and-white structure diagram was sketched out in my mind.

The plane is still flying forward.

But the angle is not right.

Shen Luo opened his eyes:

"The plane is facing the ground, doing a dive!"

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