A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

Chapter 415 408. Sword of Mercy

"Don't run! Let's fight! Get off here!"

Inosuke leaped into the air and waved the Nichirin Sword desperately.

But he couldn't fly, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't reach the height of the ghost, so he had no choice but to fall down.

"It hurts, it hurts! Bastard! Why are you running? Why are you hanging around if you don't do anything!?"

Inosuke waved the knife in his hand wildly, cursing the ghost for its shamelessness.

But the boy-like ghost didn't even turn his head and continued to walk deeper into the forest.

"Inosuke! Don't chase! That guy is dangerous!"

Tanjiro looked at Inosuke Tika who was about to catch up and said.

"And the smell of this ghost is completely different from the ghost that controls these people! We need to solve the trouble at hand first! Do you have a way to find the ghost that controls these threads? Please!"

"Hmph! Got it!"

Inosuke seemed to find the words 'please' very useful.

"Find the location of the ghost, right!? Leave it to me!"

As he spoke, he inserted the two sun blades in his hands into the ground, knelt on one knee, opened his arms and sensed the surrounding environment like a wild beast.

The breath of the beast, the teeth of the seven, and the consciousness of space!

Inosuke, who grew up in the deep mountains and old forests, can be regarded as a child of nature in a sense.

He has an extremely sharp sense of touch, and his original 'Beast Breath' is based on this beast-like perception.

As long as he concentrates, he can even clearly feel the slight vibrations in the air within a few miles, and any disturbance in the surroundings cannot escape his perception.

The flow of air will produce subtle changes due to the surrounding environment. For example, the changes caused by passing through stones are completely different from passing through the human body.

Inosuke can clearly distinguish such subtle changes and find enemies hiding in the distance.

The outline of a human figure gradually formed in Inosuke's perception, "Found it! There!"

Inosuke pulled out the Nichirin sword on the ground and shouted excitedly.

"clear!"

"Inosuke, I leave this place to you!"

Before he finished speaking, Tanjiro's figure had already disappeared.

"!?"

On a boulder in the middle of a dark forest.

A female ghost with silver hair on her head was squatting and dancing. Her fingertips were tangled with fine silk threads, and her movements seemed a little panicked.

"How to do how to do?"

The female ghost anxiously pulled on the thread to control the weak swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps, trying to block the boy who was rushing towards this direction.

"Mother."

A cold voice came from behind her, making her shiver involuntarily.

"tired?"

A thin layer of cold sweat broke out on the female ghost's forehead, and she turned to look at the boy who called her 'mom' with some fear.

This boy is the boy who appeared in front of Tanjiro and Inosuke just now.

"You can win, right?"

The boy called 'Tired' asked indifferently towards the woman in front of him.

Although he kept calling 'Mom', he didn't have the slightest respect for the woman in front of him.

"Are you spending too much time on them? If you don't hurry up... I'm going to complain to dad?"

"no, do not want!"

The female ghost explained in a panic, "Don't... don't worry! Mom will kill them right away! She will definitely protect you... so don't..."

"That's it... then you should do it as soon as possible."

He glanced at her faintly, then disappeared into the woods.

Even though the figure of the boy in front of him has disappeared from sight, the white-haired female ghost is still holding her body in fear and shaking continuously.

It's not that she's afraid of 'complaining to dad'. After all, what she's really afraid of is not the so-called 'dad', but 'Ti Lei' himself.

Bottom line five, tired.

That's right, this boy-looking ghost is the last ghost in the "Twelve Ghost Moons".

And this Natian Spider Mountain is just a tired playground for playing house.

‘Father’, ‘mom’, ‘brothers’ and ‘sisters’ are just tired toys.

This female ghost knows very well in her heart that she is just a tired toy, and toys can be replaced!

If she can't play the role of 'mother' well, what awaits her is endless torture, and she can't even control life or death.

"Huhu..."

After panting violently, she finally calmed down, and her body and hands stopped shaking.

She clenched the thread in her hand and her face became extremely gloomy.

"We must... we must kill these swordsmen as soon as possible! Go to hell! If you don't die, I will be in bad luck!"

But... what happened to the boy carrying the wooden box! ?

She was extremely anxious inside.

It is obvious that the closer she is to her, the stronger her threads will become, and her control and 'puppet's' combat effectiveness will increase, but she just can't stop the young man who is rushing towards this direction!

"Hurry...go!"

The controlled swordsman cried and shouted towards Tanjiro, "If you don't leave, you will be killed! Go and call 'Hashira'! It's useless no matter how many ordinary swordsmen come!"

"do not give up!"

Tanjiro gritted his teeth and comforted him.

"Please kill us!"

The swordsmen prayed.

Their bodies were manipulated wantonly by powerful silk threads, and their movements had already exceeded the limits of human activity. The sounds of broken bones were heard constantly, and their twisted hands and feet made them scream in pain.

"How could this be……"

Tanjiro cut off the thread that was trying to stick to him and rejected the swordsmen's proposal. It was impossible for him to do such a thing as killing someone.

But...it seems that there is no other way to prevent these people from continuing to suffer.

I can't kill the ghost that controls all of this, no matter how many times I cut it off, these threads will recover.

"Just be patient for a little bit!"

Tanjiro shouted and broke out forward.

All he could do now was ignore these people for the time being. Only by going around to the back and killing the ghost could he save these swordsmen.

"Damn, damn, damn it!"

The movements in the hands of the female ghost hiding deep in the woods became more and more anxious.

She found that these useless human puppets were completely unable to stop the young man. The young man was too fast to tangle with these puppets.

"There is no other way! The only option is to use that..."

The thread at her fingertips instantly broke, and then she stretched out her hand toward the woods to the side.

There is a headless ghost in the woods.

This ghost is the last 'dad', whose head was twisted off because he failed to play this role well. The head and body were entangled with dense silk threads and could not be reassembled.

"Now it comes in handy!"

As the female ghost's outstretched hand gently dragged, the thin silk threads connected to her fingertips, and then the bound ghost body fell to the ground.

The colorless silk threads are twisted together one by one, becoming stronger and stronger.

She concentrated all her power on this puppet. The strength exerted by such a puppet was definitely not comparable to that of those fragile humans.

With the tightening of the silk thread, the ghost's body started to move, and it quickly flew in the direction of Tanjiro. The spider-like scythes on its two arms cut off the branches blocking the way, and everything it passed was a mess. messy.

"Headless ghost?"

Tanjiro frowned slightly as he looked at the oncoming ghost.

The silk threads connected to this ghost's body are completely different from those on those people. The twisted threads are thick enough to be seen with the naked eye, and it seems impossible to cut them all off with a single knife.

However, Tanjiro did not stop because he had already seen the female ghost not far behind the ghost.

This ghost stood in front of him, as if it was protecting her.

"Now that we've found it, let's break through as quickly as possible!"

Without any unnecessary movement, Tanjiro just continued running.

His plan was very simple. He had no intention of getting entangled with such a puppet. In the final analysis, his purpose was just to kill the ghost that controlled the thread. As long as he cut off the neck of the female ghost, the swordsmen would be saved!

The breath of water, the three shapes, flows and dances.

Tanjiro's figure suddenly became blurry, moving quickly like a rushing water, winding through the woods.

"puff--"

The sound of a sharp weapon being inserted into the body was heard.

The headless ghost standing in front of him was cut in half in an instant.

Such injuries are not fatal, but it doesn't matter. His purpose is not to kill the ghost, but to hinder its movement.

It's quite difficult for the operator to handle when the puppet he manipulates suddenly falls apart, right?

Tanjiro's plan undoubtedly succeeded.

The white-haired female ghost stared blankly at the scene in front of her.

"Can't win..."

Can't win no matter what.

She was fully aware of this at this moment.

This young man's strength has exceeded her expectations.

Facing such a ghost hunter whose strength completely overwhelmed her and whose goal was very clear, she seemed to have no other choice but to wait for death.

"Oh...whatever..."

For some reason, after knowing that there was nothing she could do, she suddenly felt relieved. It should be said that she gave up completely.

"Living is just a toy and you have to suffer fear and pain. Maybe you can only be free after death?"

Facing the oncoming blade, she even felt a little relieved.

"Forehead……"

Tanjiro looked at the female ghost in front of him with some confusion.

The ghost didn't seem to be planning to resist anymore, and even stretched out its hand as if it wanted to hug something.

He smelled sadness.

"She is longing for death..."

Tanjiro suddenly relented.

Because smells don't lie, this ghost is really longing for relief, and then he suddenly remembered.

"Before she became a ghost, she was once a human..."

With deep sadness welling up in his heart, Tanjiro tightened his grip on the handle of the knife.

The breath of water, the shape of Wu, the loving rain of the dry sky.

This is the gentlest slash in the sword skill of Breath of Water. It is very quick and gentle, and the person who is struck will hardly feel any pain.

When Qiantu taught him, he once said that this was a slashing attack, the sword of mercy, that could only be used when the opponent actively went to die.

Although he felt a little pity for the ghost, it was a man-eating evil ghost after all.

Tanjiro sheathed his sword and stared at the dissipated evil spirit with gentle eyes. He clasped his hands together as if he was praying for something.

"Is this person... trying to atone for my sins?"

The female ghost's head fell to the ground, with a trace of doubt in her eyes.

There was no pain, her neck felt like gentle rainwater flowing over it, and she could even feel a touch of warmth.

"I never thought I could die so peacefully."

She looked into the boy's eyes, which were as gentle and clear as water.

"Be careful...there are twelve ghost moons here..."

"!?"

Hearing the last words left by this female ghost before disappearing, Tanjiro suddenly became nervous.

"There are twelve ghost moons in this mountain? Could it be..."

He thought of the boy who had appeared before.

A very strong stench and an unprecedented sense of oppression, that's it!

"I don't know if I can beat him..."

Tanjiro felt a little unsure because he was hit by the ghost he met at Miss Tamashi's place before.

Not all the twelve ghost moons have put him in a difficult battle, but this time it was the real twelve ghost moons.

"But if you want to find a way to turn Nezuko back into a human, you have to win..."

Tanjiro caressed the box behind him, and Nezuko in the box seemed to feel his touch and responded to him by gently clasping the box.

Miss Zhuyo's research requires him to collect the blood of more powerful ghosts, and he must work hard.

But you can't do it recklessly.

Because I only know that it is the Twelve Ghost Moon, I don’t know whether it is up or down. The most important thing is to ensure the safety of the swordsmen who are still alive!

Now that it has been confirmed that there are Twelve Ghost Moons in this mountain, these swordsmen had better evacuate quickly. Ordinary swordsmen who stay to fight against Twelve Ghost Moons will only die.

Thinking of this, Tanjiro took action again. What he had to do now was to confirm the situation of the swordsmen and then make peace with Inosuke.

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"Ah! It hurts!"

Screams came from the forest.

Zenitsu looked at his palm with a painful expression.

"It seems like I was pricked by something. What an unlucky thing!"

He ran into the mountains panting, but could not find Tanjiro and Inosuke.

"It's so noisy, it's so noisy!"

The kindness possessed by lsp was extremely brave at the moment, and all he wanted in his mind was to find Nezuko quickly... Oh no, Tanjiro!

He was completely unafraid of the spooky and terrifying surroundings, he only felt that it was very noisy.

"Where on earth did you bastard Tanjiro go?"

He chopped his feet hard and stomped on the spiders crawling on the ground.

The dense spiders crawled across the fallen leaves on the ground, making noisy noises, which made him even more angry.

"It's so noisy, can you please be quiet!?"

Zenitsu looked at the ground angrily and tried to communicate with the spiders.

But the next moment he froze.

The hairs all over his body stood up in an instant, and the courage he had just mustered up disappeared without a trace.

"Ahhhh!!!!!!"

Zenitsu ran away, his screams echoing throughout the forest.

"What the hell? What the hell was that just now!? A spider with... a human head? A dream! I must be... dreaming!"

Zenitsu ran hard trying to escape from this terrifying place.

Now he just hopes that he is in a nightmare, and it will be reality when he wakes up and finds himself lying on the pillow of sister Nezuko's lap!

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