In the gloomy alley, rows of old people slowly walked in one direction, all wearing gray cloaks and caps, covering their vision, so that they could only look at their feet, step by step.

The procession advanced in the twilight, not a little lifeless, just like these old men, who could die at any moment, not one of them spoke, and even walked silently, and it was extremely quiet.

One of the old men in the group took off his hood, revealing his long, fiery red hair.

It is Tanjiro Kamado.

He raised his head, instantly feeling a huge pressure, the old man frowned slightly, and then quickly lowered his head.

Familiar feelings, familiar smells, are here.

The sense of gaze was still there, and the old man in the team put on his hood, watched the former's footsteps, and continued to walk.

The sense of gaze disappears.

Eternal life, so familiar feeling, like ...... The second of the year's first wind.

The old man was full of confidence, even if the twelve quarters were all reborn, in front of him, it would only be a little troublesome.

Soon, the team walked into the ground, the spiral staircase was bottomless, and the more than 20 old people in the group stopped, because this scene was too much like hell, as if if you went down, you would reach hell, and there would be no return.

I don't know who is talking in the team.

"Let's go, we're all going to die, what are we afraid of."

The two old men at the front of the line were still hesitating.

"The opportunity for eternal life is at hand, let's go."

The people in the back were still urging, they couldn't see the dark abyss in front of them, they could only see the people in front of them stop.

If you "cut the line" here, you will go to hell, and the more you can't wait for eternal life, you will never get "eternal life".

The team began to move, and the old man suddenly felt that they were pathetic, what about eternal life? To be born as a human being, to bloom with the most brilliant brilliance of a short life, this is the truth, and the pursuit of unrealistic eternal life is too sad.

Also, it's pathetic.

The old man's eyes under the hood became very gentle, and it was a sympathetic gaze.

The spiral staircase was very long, and the team had walked for more than ten minutes, and before they could reach the bottom, the surroundings had been completely plunged into darkness, and only the old man himself could see the surroundings clearly.

This section of the road, known as the path of eternal life, can be sublimated to the extreme when you reach the bottom, just like a tree, the more you think about it, the higher it will grow.

The old man frowned suddenly, and he instantly closed his breath.

In the air, the blood of the ghost king is filled, and when the amount inhaled is enough, the person will become a ghost.

What a price.

The old man said in his heart.

He could only breathe in isolation for half an hour, after all, he was an ordinary person.

The further down he went, the more blood and energy of the ghost king became, and several old people held back their joyful emotions, they found that their bodies had become younger, how could they not be happy?

Tanjiro took off his hood, and in the darkness, no one could see it.

The old man in front of Tanjiro had already grown fangs, and a huge bone spur was emerging from his back.

He's been half-ghosted!

It was not easy to blend in, the old man did not carry a knife, and he could not bring a knife at all.

This is not a problem, the old man's current realm, no matter what he uses, he can use the breath of the sun, and he can use the breath of the sun, no matter what he uses to cut off the neck of the ghost.

The problem now is that the old man can't breathe!

Nearly ten minutes had passed, and all the old people had been ghosted, and they had reached the bottom and saw the light at the end of the passage.

The whole air was filled with a large amount of ghost blood, so the old people who had become ghosts did not notice the aliens mixed in with them.

There were three old people whose faces had just turned pale, and there was not much change, and the others had all become inhuman.

Following the light, the old people saw each other's appearance clearly, and they all laughed, and there was no fear or fear.

Walking the path of eternal life, sins emerge, as long as you swallow the flesh of the gods alive, you can fade away the sins and truly live forever.

Everyone took off their hoods, and here, they could talk casually.

Walking through the golden hallway, there was a golden hall, and in the center of the hall was a young man who was so frightened that his limbs were torn open.

Tanjiro Kamado clenched his fists, that's a living person!

According to the Eternal Life Sect, the person who is bound is the god who has been blocked from divine power, and if he eats him alive, he can live forever.

The young man saw a group of monsters walk in, and his originally sluggish expression instantly dissipated, and his eyes were full of fear.

"Help! Help me! Someone! Help me! The young man was crying, he was already scared to pee.

A group of monsters surrounded him, but the old man did not walk over, he was sure that there was no blood of the ghost king in the hall, otherwise the young man would have become a ghost a long time ago.

Directly above the hall, there were countless tables of different shapes, and the monsters could not resist devouring the young ones, waiting for the last time.

That was when the divine power of the gods completely dissipated.

The young man struggled violently, and a four-eyed monster licked him, which frightened the young man's whole body and startled Tanjiro Kamado.

A strong devouring surged up, and the four-eyed monster resisted the idea of eating the young man, waiting for the last time.

That young man, it should be thin blood, otherwise, these half-ghosts would not have the idea of devouring him.

Tanjiro Kamado grew angrier.

He was waiting, waiting for the real man behind the scenes to appear, or, at twelve o'clock, to save the young man.

The time was approaching twelve o'clock minute by minute, and no one cared why Tanjiro Kamado didn't come over, they all stared greedily at the young man, just hoping to eat more of the flesh of the gods.

"Please, let me go! I don't dare anymore! Don't kill me! Please! The young man wailed, and all the wounds on his limbs were bleeding again.

The monsters devoured him and swelled again, and in the Eternal Life Cult, it is said that the body of a god will naturally attract mortals, and this scene just proves its authenticity.

After eating the gods, they cannot be exposed to the sun, only the gods of the night will ignore them, and the other gods will get rid of them, and at the same time, they will suffer the curse of the gods, and they will always bear the desire to eat people.

These words are made up, tsk, I don't know, and I think that ghosts are a group of mortals who are unwilling to fate and try to confront the gods.

Really...... It's, oh, it's.

All the monsters raised their heads and stared at the watch on the ceiling, and at the last second, all the monsters' heads fell, and they didn't understand what was happening at the last second.

"Young man, are you alright?" The old man asked kindly.

The young man had no strength to answer.

"What's your name?"

"Kebe's ......"