Infinity City.

The lights are still gentle, and the damaged houses are slowly repairing themselves.

Naruto, who was unconscious on the high platform, twitched her fingers slightly.

“… Don't you know? ”

The tone of the miserable was calm again, but it was cold and terrifying.

Black Death Mou hung his head and didn't speak, acquiescing to the miserable words.

He knew that it was not how the wound was inflicted.

What is not to be asked is ......

- Why are there still people who can inflict such wounds?

Black Death - I really don't know.

Then, as he paced slowly, he stepped on a few dark red blood footprints on the wooden floor, and the green tendons inexorably burst down his neck to his temples:

"That..."

"Your brother, Jiguo Yuanyi."

Wu Miao walked to the side of Black Death Mou, glanced at his eyes, and stared at each other with pupils like blood-colored flowers:

"It's dead, isn't it?"

Hear this.

Black Death Mu Gujing Wubo's mood could no longer be maintained, he was slightly stunned, and then the memories in his mind couldn't stop churning.

Creak...

He clutched his black hakama tightly, his six eyes fixed on the floor in front of him, and the flesh and blood knife around his waist began to twist fiercely.

After a while, he replied in a calm tone, but faintly impatiently:

"Dead."

“… At the age of 81, he died. ”

As if he had expected Black Death Mou's answer, he nodded slightly, held his broken right hand, and continued to walk behind Black Death Mou.

Suddenly, he turned his head, and there was no change in his tone, as if he had specially tried to stimulate Black Death:

"Then if I tell you."

"Ji Guoyuan one, not dead yet."

"He's alive and well."

He slowly walked towards Black Death, and finally stopped directly behind him, and a voice came from above Black Death's head:

"What do you think?"

“……”

Black Death Mou was silent for a moment, and he replied to his inner thoughts when he saw his old age three hundred years ago:

"Subordinate..."

He choked.

“… Unbelievable. ”

Black Death Mou calmed his heart, he subconsciously wanted to answer as usual, but suddenly remembered the embarrassing injuries on Wu Miao's hands and body.

That kind of wound is the same as the wound when he just turned into a ghost three hundred years ago, and found that only one head was left by the fate of Wu Miao.

- Exactly.

- Could it be...

Suddenly, the mood became a little more excited.

His mind was filled with thoughts.

“… His subordinates cut his body in half with their own hands. ”

Black Death's breathing was slightly short.

If the second of the winding is here, it will definitely be ridiculed, calm as a black death, and there are times when there is such a panic.

"If that's the case, you can still survive..."After Black Death Mou finished saying this, he fell silent and said no more.

The meaning after that is self-evident.

Wu Miao's attitude towards Black Death seems to be much more tolerant than that of other ghosts.

If you say something negative like this, you will definitely be whipped by Wu Miao.

"Don't you believe it?" With a casual wave of his still intact left hand, Naruto on the high platform came to her senses.

"That's right."

He walked deeper into the Infinity City, his tone filled with impatience and hidden extreme anger:

"Go see for yourself."

After hearing Wu Miao's words, Black Death Mou suddenly raised his head, and his six eyes were slightly stunned.

When he just wanted to turn around, he said something to the miserable back:

"No miserable adults!"

"Dangchang!"

With a crisp sound of the lute echoed in the infinite city.

The figure of Black Death disappeared without a trace.

He didn't even have time to say the last half of his sentence.

Naruto, who was sitting on the high platform, held her hand that had just played the strings, and her whole body trembled slightly.

……

……

The other side.

Outside.

The wind and snow are dispelled by the sun, and the snow on the top of the mountain slowly melts, turning into water and flowing down the mountain stream.

Mountaintop.

Stove door house.

"Be careful, Tanjiro." Goto sat in front of Tanjiro with his back to him.

Mitsuichi helped Tanjiro up, and the two were about to pick up Tanjiro on their backs and move their positions first.

If you don't succeed in killing the ghost after being attacked by a ghost, there is a high chance that the ghost will attack again on the second night.

It's impossible for Tomioka to stay here all night, he will have to go on a mission elsewhere.

So, they had to move Tanjiro and Tanjuro to a safe place before it got dark.

"Hey." Goto picked Tanjiro on his back, and he stood up and stabilized his center of gravity - he was good at this kind of thing.

Turning around, Goto looked at Tanjuro and Mitsuichi.

Chongyi cut it in a low voice:

"Shh

He pursed his lips and approached Tanjuro with a reluctant face.

Mikuichi walked up to Tanjuro, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, as if he had been opened, closed his eyes, and shouted at Tanjuro:

"Come on!!"

He closed his eyes and opened his hands to Tanjuro:

"I'll carry you!"

Tanjuro looked at the appearance of Yoichi to himself, he shook his head slightly, and then slowly stood up himself:

"No need." He spoke calmly, as if he had done something insignificant, and nodded at Chong Yi:

"I can probably walk on my own."

But this understatement was like a hammer blow, smashing into Chongyi's heart.

"Ahh

"Ah......h

……

Meanwhile.

Outside the door.

Creak...

Tanjuro pushed open the door, turned sideways, and let Goto walk out of the door with the sleeping Tanjiro on his back.

And Tomioka Yoshiyong, at this time, was holding his own Nichiren knife, with his arms crossed, leaning against the house, his eyes were cold.

After seeing Tanjuro walk out the door.

"Tanjuro Kamado."

Tomioka turned around bluntly and stopped the other party:

"How?"

Tanjuro was stunned for a moment, he turned his head and looked up and down at the posture of Tomioka Yoshiyoshi standing, a little unclear.

——？

This sentence without a preface made Tanjuro scratch his head.

But after seeing the other party's eyes staring directly at him, Tanjuro Kamado hesitated and glanced at Tomioka Yoshiyu:

“…… Cool. ”

“…？”

Tomioka didn't seem to expect such an answer, and he lowered his eyes and thought for a moment.

- This is probably meant to mean approval.

After thinking about it like this, he nodded at Tanjuro Kamado:

"That's good."

Tomioka Yoshiyoshi tied the Hinawa knife he was holding around his waist, and he looked back at Tanjuro, and his tone did not fluctuate:

"The location of this mission is in the snow-capped mountains in the north."

Tomioka said that he released his crow, ready to let the crow lead the way:

"Without further ado."

He turned around and motioned for Tanjuro to follow.

“… What do you mean? Tanjuro frowned, and he realized that chatting with Tomioka didn't seem to be as easy as he thought.

"Ghost Slayer Mission." Tomioka replied expressionlessly:

"As a member of the Demon Slayer Team, you should complete the mission with me."

Tanjuro frowned slightly, his tone was a little puzzled, and Rao was a quiet person like him, and he couldn't help but ask Tomioka Yoshiyu:

“… I? ”

"Hmm." Tomioka nodded.

"Members?"

"Hmm."

"When?"

"Just now."

“… How so? ”

"Cool."

“？”