……

Meanwhile.

Zhushi Mansion.

Second floor.

The lights flickered slightly, and the windows of the room were shut, so that not a single ray of sunlight could enter.

The figure lying down in front of the table panted slightly, suddenly.

"Whew...! Call......! ”

Zhu Shi's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and she opened her eyes suddenly, breathing like a dehydrated fish, and the sweat made her hair stick to her face.

Tremblingly stretched out his hand, held the table, and slowly sat up, his face pale and very weak.

After sitting on the chair and resting for a while, Zhu Shi recovered from his trance.

“… Not again. She muttered to herself, her brow furrowed, staring at the droplets of blood that were on the test strip in front of her.

Above the drops of blood, a crimson mist was faintly wafting at the moment.

During this time, due to continuous experiments on Tanjuro's blood, she would faint inexplicably from time to time.

But this time, she did not see her husband and children, and she did not fall into hell.

- As if it was just a coincidence last time,

However, after a lot of experiments, Zhu Shi also discovered another change in Tanjuro's blood.

Click.

She put the test strip containing the blood droplets into the box next to her.

Rustling...

With the other hand, he quickly wrote something on the notebook next to him.

- On the bare arm, there are faint pinholes that have not yet recovered.

Yushiro was sitting at the door of the room, his eyes looking at the door worriedly.

……

Soon.

The basement of the mansion.

Creak...

A glimmer of light peeked through the top of the hallway.

Zhu Shi lifted the closed wooden door, and with the needle in her other hand, she walked down the stairs into the dark basement.

"Huh?! Woo!! ”

As if hearing a sound, a figure tied up in the basement began to struggle desperately:

"Hmm!"

Zhu Shi carried a lit candle and came to the outside of the cage.

"I'm sorry... It's painful, isn't it? Zhu Shi squatted down and looked at the "person" in front of him with an unbearable face.

The candle flame shone on the man's face, and the eruption of green tendons and bare fangs revealed his demonic identity.

The eyes and mouth of the demon were bound with a white cloth, and the limbs were simply shackled.

- This is a ghost that Zhu Shi "picked up" near Tokyo and has not yet eaten people.

- It seems that when he passed by before Wu Miao, he casually turned it into a ghost.

Zhu Shi lowered her eyes slightly, she felt unfortunate for the ghost in front of her.

呲——!

【Bloody Vision: Fragrance of Visual Dreams】

Zhu Shi stretched out his hand and slammed his fingernails into a few scars on his arm, and the red blood suddenly flowed down, and the smell of blood permeated.

"Uhh

After confirming that the oni was completely unconscious, Zhu Shi pointed the needle at his arm.

Poof...

After injecting the orange-yellow liquid in the needle, Zhu Shi quietly squatted aside, carefully observing the changes of the evil ghost.

Long.

“… It's not close. ”

The voice of Zhu Shi talking to himself came from the basement.

……

……

A few days later.

The entrance of the butterfly house.

Aoi led a few children and stood at the door of the butterfly house.

"Good morning, Mr. Kamato."

The 'hidden' team member in a black uniform stood in front of Tanjuro, and he nodded slightly:

"The first stop on the road to the Forging Knife Village will be led by me."

"Karma! And me! Another crow shouted in the sky.

Knife Forging Village - A village where the swordsmiths who forge the Japanese wheel sword live.

It is an important stronghold of the Ghost Slayer Team, so the road to the Forging Knife Village is usually handed over by multiple hidden team members and crows.

"Well, please." Tanjuro nodded slightly, took the white strip, and blindfolded himself.

- Even though he is blindfolded, he can still see his surroundings through the transparent world.

After blindfolding, the hidden team member carried Tanjuro on his back.

Then he began to run wildly.

"Father—have a good trip!"

Mizuko held her hand aloft, and she smiled and waved at Tanjuro, who was facing away from them and preparing to leave.

After this period of repairs in the Butterfly House, Midouzi and most of them also understand the story of the Ghost Slayer clearly.

Spurred on by this worldview-shattering news, several children have changed.

For example, Takeo and Tanjiro, who follow the hermits of the butterfly house every day to carry out some basic physical training.

The younger Shigeru also learned the dancing method of Kagura, the god of fire.

"Father, are you leaving again?" Shigeru tugged at the hem of Tanjiro's clothes, and he looked at Tanjuro from a distance and waved his hand to this side, and he was softly worried.

"It's fine." Tanjiro smiled, he nodded, took his brother's hand, and his tone was full of confidence:

"This time, it is said to be a very safe place."

"It's going to be fine."

"Hmm." Mao pursed his lips, nodded, and said no more.

Tanjiro clenched the hand holding Shigeru slightly, and his eyes gradually became firm.

- He is also going to be strong.

- Strong enough to protect your family.

……

……

Evening.

The sun is gradually setting in the west, and night is set off in the sky.

After a period of twisting and turning.

At the entrance to the Forging Knife Village.

"This swordsman, we're here."

After changing several times, Yin slowly stopped, he squatted down, and said to Tanjuro behind him:

"It's time to take off the blindfold."

"Thank you." Hearing this, Tanjuro got off Hide's back, took off his blindfold, and opened his eyes.

The sight of the brightly lit streets.

The two-man tall wooden stake enclosed the village of the forging knife, and the gate was led by a wide street.

The bonfire crackles at the gate, illuminating the surroundings.

At this moment, there is still some time before the sun goes down completely.

Just as he nodded at Yin and thanked him.

A more familiar voice came from in front of him.

"Nan no Amitabha..."

The sturdy figure of Grief Mingyu Xingming was extremely prominent at the gate of the Forging Knife Village, and a group of knife makers wearing fire male masks even gathered near the door.

He was dressed in monk's robes, his hands were folded, and he was holding Buddhist beads.

On the side of the sorrowful Mingyu Xing, there was a hidden team member who was bent over and his legs couldn't stop trembling.

"Actually... It's okay for me to come by myself..."

Sorrowful Mingyu Xingming bent down slightly, two lines of tears flowed down his cheeks, and he said worriedly to the person who came behind his back:

"Don't be so reluctant..."

His voice was deep and slow, his blind eyes looking precisely at the hidden position.

"No...!" Holding on to the tree on the side, he raised his head suddenly, panting heavily, and his face turned blue:

"It's the rule! Not even if you're a pillar! ”

As he spoke, his legs were still shaking.

Hearing this, Sorrowful Mingyu Xingming stopped talking, he straightened his waist and flicked the rosary in his hand.

He was silent for a long time, and finally said to the man who insisted on carrying him to the Forging Knife Village:

"How... Valuable persistence... Thank you..."

Behind the two.

Tanjuro withdrew his gaze, and he glanced at the hidden one who had come behind his back.

For some reason, he seemed to sense a hint of happiness from his invisibility.