"Forward, water column, Tomioka Yoshiyong."

"Hurry to the mountain top of the mountain about thirty miles west of the Narrow Fog Mountain, and the specific location will be told by the crow."

"There are ghosts haunting."

"Don't be underestimated, be careful."

"Hurry, hurry."

"Scales left near."

After a quick letter, Scales shoved the letter into the crow's neck and released it.

"Karma! Karma! ”

The crow flapped its wings and disappeared into the darkness.

Scales looked quietly in the direction of the west, silent.

- I hope that Yiyong can arrive in time.

It stands to reason that the most suitable person to go to the stove door house for support at this moment should be himself.

He was closest to the place mentioned by Aoi Eda Kamado.

But—

Scaly Takizuo turned his head recently and looked at his cabin, where he used to live alone, but now it was full of children.

- Come to think of it, Mr. Kamado wants me to protect his family for the time being.

Then, he looked at the stove door Aoi Zhi, who was standing aside, his face full of worry, and the old and deep voice could not hear any change in emotion:

"I've already informed the swordsman your husband mentioned, Yoshiyoshi Tomioka."

"He'll go and help Mr. Kamado, don't worry"

“… Well. Aoi Kamado nodded, her expression hidden in the shadows, and she didn't say anything more.

Scales looked at the Aoi branch of the stove door recently, and his heart was also a little heavy.

That being said, Scales can probably know it in his own heart.

By the time Tomioka arrives, the time may be almost dawn.

At that time, I am afraid that everything will be over.

Scales' eyes were slightly silent.

……

……

The other side.

Pale light sprinkled in the snow.

Looking down the mountainside, there was a series of scribbled footprints deep into the snow.

The owner of the footprints seemed to be crawling with a rolling belt, leaving hideous traces of potholes on the flat snow.

Mountainside.

Creak...! Creak...!

The sound of stomping the snow kept coming.

"Huh... Ha......! ”

Tanjiro was running hard in the snow, and he was panting for breath in extreme panic at the moment.

Trees swept past him quickly.

A white mist came out of his mouth.

The snow is so deep that every time you step out, you need more strength to pull your legs out of the snow.

His steps grew heavier, and Tanjiro was almost unable to feel his frozen legs because of the cold and exhaustion.

- My lungs are stung by the cold wind and snow! The throat is so dry!

His eyes trembled slightly.

The field of vision is so dark.

- Everyone, everyone's okay.

- Not yet, smelling blood other than that thing.

- Faster! Faster!

Tanjiro gritted his teeth hard and ran harder:

"Ah......h

……

……

Mountains.

The moonlight shone softly from the middle of the sky, shining softly on the hut on the top of the mountain, and the snow on the roof let through the moonlight.

On the side, the charcoal cellar that had just been extinguished was filled with the last wisps of black smoke.

The lights in the room are on, and the warm light through the frosted glass dispels the cold in front of the door.

The dim light contrasted with the pale snow outside the door.

"It's finally here."

Smack.

"Huh?"

A figure in a black suit appeared not far from the hut, and he stood still.

The ends of his hair curled slightly, and he reached out and gently patted the snow off his shoulder, and straightened his tie by the way.

He raised his gaze and looked at the wooden house not far away.

"What." He seemed a little dissatisfied, frowned slightly, and pouted.

“… Is there only one person? Standing under a tree, the scarlet vertical pupils hidden under the brim of his hat glanced around, feeling bored.

Although the door of the house was closed, there was indeed only one human breath coming from the house.

However, to the satisfaction of Wu Miao.

He might have guessed correctly, the people who lived in the mountains were a little different from those in the towns.

It felt a little like the breath of those pesky breathing swordsmen.

Long and long.

So much so that it gives Wu Miao a sense of familiarity.

It is worth mentioning that although Wu Miao can feel the breath of humans through the ghost's powerful perception ability.

But there is no way to perceive the strength of that person.

Once, during the Warring States Period, when Ji Guoyuan Yi came to the face of no misery, he only thought that Yuan Yi was an ordinary breathing swordsman.

"Hmph." Wu Miao snorted softly.

- But it's interesting to be like a swordsman.

- Part of the reason why the oni is strong after becoming a ghost depends on the strength of the oni as a human.

Wu Miao had never met a few swordsmen from the Demon Slayer Team before, and most of them were all dealt with by the lower strings, so they didn't have a chance to meet Wu Miao.

So the opportunities for such human experiments are very rare.

"What can I do..."Wu Miao's hand was slightly on his chin, stretched out his fingers and gently tapped on his chin, his vertical pupils scanned the surroundings, and he said to himself:

"There is only one person's words... It's nerve-wracking..."

"It's a precious material for experimentation."

Wu Miao's tone was a little helpless, but the corners of his mouth slowly raised, and his bloodshot pupils reflected the snow and the room not far in front of him:

“… Be careful to experiment. ”

"If you die a little harder, it won't make sense."

A deep voice sounded, without a hint of emotional change.

Mei's red eyes stared at the wooden house, his hands were palm-shaped, and his white nails slowly turned black, lengthened, and became sharp and sharp.

In the moonlight, they all shimmered slightly.

Creak... Creak......

There was no misery stepping on the snow, but the black leather shoes showed no signs of sinking.

He came to the door of the house in a few easy steps.

Raise your hand, just as you are about to break through the door with a single blow.

"Oh, yes."

As if remembering something, the nails that turned into black and purple and sharply lengthened slowly retracted.

Wu Miao stood in front of the door, his pale face illuminated by the yellow light, and only a pair of plum-red eyes hidden in the shadow of the brim of his hat.

He looked at the wooden door in front of him, his face was expressionless, and his words were very evil:

"Before you enter someone's house, knock on the door."

"Don't be rude." As he spoke, the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

Then, with his outstretched hand clenched into a fist, he knocked lightly twice on the wooden door:

"Knock knock!"

Okay, it's done.

Wu Miao lowered his head slightly, and reached out to break open the wooden door.

"Huh?" At this time, Wu Miao was suddenly stunned.

Because, the wooden door in front of him was one step ahead of him.

Squeak-squeak!

was pulled away by the people in the house first.

A figure stood behind the door, appearing in front of Wu Miao.

The bright light in the room passed over the person in front of him and shone on the face of Wu Wu.

The figure obscured some of the light, leaving a humanoid shadow on Wu Miao's face.

"What..."

After gradually seeing the person in front of him.

The expression on Wumiao's face slowly changed from stunned to frightened.

“！！！”