Time goes back to 3 hours ago.

Imperial capital, railway station.

As the last train arrived, three Ghost Slayer swordsmen dressed in different costumes appeared on the platform.

Looking at the train that looks like a steel monster and the buildings that surround it with the atmosphere of modern industry, they let out an exclamation like a hillbilly entering the city.

The trio wore a wild boar hood and was bare-chested, like a wild man who had broken into society. One has yellow hair and yellow clothes, and whenever a slightly revealing woman passes by, his eyes will move and his eyes will light up. The slightly normal of the three was a young man with a fox mask on the side of his head and a bamboo basket covered with a thick cloth on his back, but he was equally surprised when he looked at new things around him that he had never seen before.

With the three people as the center, a large blank circle appeared. Obviously, their difference makes pedestrians subconsciously keep their distance from them.

The people who appeared here were Tanjiro Kamado, my wife Zenyi, and Izuhira Inosuke, who had just become a swordsman of the Demon Slayer Team for a few days.

"Guys, let's go to the mission rally point first......"

Tanjiro, who picked up the map, was about to say something to the two, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he was interrupted.

Wearing a boar's hood, Hira Inosuke didn't listen to him in the slightest.

"Roar, pig spurt, pig spurt!"

With a shout, he ran forward and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Weakly putting down the right hand that was about to be saved, Tanjiro felt a headache.

Who are your teammates?

glanced at my wife Shanyi, who had been hooked by a woman on the side of the road, and he was directly a hand knife: "Shanyi, wake up!" It's time for us to go to the mission rendezvous! ”

Looking at my wife Shanyi, who was still unrelenting, Tanjiro sighed powerlessly, and simply dragged his clothes forward.

"Ahh!!h

At this moment, the pedestrians around them were farther away from them, especially the women around them, and their eyes were already showing obvious disgust.

……

Night, 8 o'clock.

After an hour or so of expulsion, many evil spirits have taken refuge in this six-story building with an oppressive atmosphere.

The soldiers of the Daimyo's Mansion surrounded the building, and the torches in their hands illuminated the surroundings as bright as day.

Senjuro and Butterfly Shinobu stood in front of the building, not rushing in, but quietly waiting.

After about a quarter of an hour, there was a slight commotion in the rear of the soldiers, and then a road was divided.

A richly dressed middle-aged man with a big belly, escorted by soldiers, came here.

This person is none other than the contemporary daimyo of Chiyoda Ward, the imperial capital, Tanaka Maei.

Seeing this person, Senjuro stepped forward and bowed slightly to show respect: "Tanaka-sama, how did you get here?" ”

Unlike the greasy man on the outside, Mae Tanaka speaks very heartily.

He smiled bitterly and looked at the soldiers around him: "You are all here at such a great risk, how can I hide out of fear?" I will always stand here and pray for you. ”

"I wish you all good luck!"

"Then thank Tanaka-sama for your kindness." Chijurou nodded, but he was noncommittal in his heart.

How can it be so simple for someone to become a daimyo?

He came here, first, to inspire, and second, to confirm that Senjuro and Butterfly Shinobu really had a ghost slaying operation.

After all, having spent so much manpower and material resources and sacrificing more than a dozen precious soldiers, if the two of them did not crusade against the evil ghosts and solve the imperial capital incident this time, it would be a really heavy loss.

You must know that every soldier is a retainer cultivated by the Daimyo Mansion since childhood, and this time he lost more than a dozen at once, which really made Tanaka Zhenwei's heart twitch.

Seeing his purpose, Senjuro didn't break it.

His goal, from the very beginning, was to kill all the evil demons that were raging in the imperial capital, so no matter what careful thoughts Tanaka Mae had, as long as the goal was achieved, nothing else mattered.

Turning his head and Butterfly Shinobu glanced at each other, their eyes met, and the communication went on silently.

Immediately, Senjurou walked alone towards the building in front of him, which exuded an ominous atmosphere.

Butterfly Shinobi, on the other hand, stayed outside and stationed according to the plan, responsible for killing the evil spirits that escaped.

"Pa-da-pa-"

Clear footsteps, echoing through the empty floor.

Qianjuro's face was cold, and he slowly pulled out the crimson blade on his waist and went deeper step by step.

As he walked, he did his best to restrain his aura so that the aura of the [Ghost Hunter] would not frighten the demons hiding here.

The first floor of the building was so quiet that even if he concentrated, he couldn't perceive any ghostly energy, and it was clear that the demons had given up on the first floor.

Even so, Senjuro was not careless.

There are no wonders about the size of the world.

In case there is a demon who has mastered the blood ghost art that is particularly good at concealment, hiding on the first floor, waiting until he goes upstairs, and then backstabbing at a critical moment, it is also a very dangerous thing.

Therefore, he simply searched the first floor to make sure that there were no evil ghosts hiding, and then proceeded to the second floor.

"Silk ...... Silk ......"

As soon as he stepped into the second floor, the scene in front of him made Senjurou frown slightly.

I saw that the floor, walls, and even the ceiling were covered with white spider silk, and the line of sight was all white.

Senjurou lifted his foot, and it took some force to lift it.

Then he crouched down and stretched out his fingers to touch the spider silk.

Sticky to the touch, tough.

He tugged hard, but he didn't break it all at once. The silk that had been drawn into filaments had become thinner, but it had not broken.

Chijuro's face gradually became solemn. If you are wrapped in a large amount of this spider silk, it is difficult to get out of trouble.

It seems that this is indeed the lair of the Twelve Ghost Moons, but I don't know if it's an upper or lower string ghost.

"Click-click-"

At this moment, a sour joint friction sound came from not far ahead.

Senjuro stood up, slowly raised the [Ghost Slayer] in his hand, and waited for it.

He didn't have to wait long, and three figures gradually appeared in his sight.

These are 3 demons.

But unlike normal demons, their faces were full of fear at this moment, but they still controlled their bodies, and walked towards Senjuro in a twisted and stuck posture.

Its speed is slow, like a puppet being manipulated.

But just when Senjuro was still twenty meters away from them.

"Boom ......"

In the air, there was a buzzing sound.

The next moment, the three ghosts were pulled by some kind of force and flew towards Senjuro at an extremely fast speed.

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