A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

Chapter 424 417. The Ghost of Sleep

Zenitsu now recalls the days of training with his grandfather, and it was simply enjoyable in comparison.

At the same time, he couldn't help but look at Tanjiro like a monster. This idiot was also a ruthless person. When they were training, this idiot was the easiest, and he seemed to have become accustomed to it!

"Don't idiots feel pain?"

In short, Zenitsu couldn't understand how this idiot got used to such 'devil' training.

Just as the group of people were looking for the figure of Purgatory Anjuro, a series of strange sounds came from the car in front.

"tasty!"

"tasty!"

"tasty!"

"tasty!"

"..."

The heroic voice kept echoing in the carriage.

Purgatory Anjuro praised while picking up the bento in his hand.

His flaming long hair and bold voice seemed particularly abrupt inside the originally quiet train. What was even more eye-catching were the empty lunch boxes stacked high.

The conductors were hurriedly packing away the mountains of lunch boxes.

The surrounding passengers looked at this man in amazement, with his hair color, behavior and dress being a bit strange.

"Isn't it just an ordinary bento sold in front of the platform? Is it really so delicious..."

Some people are confused.

"What are you doing?"

Even Xuan Hao, who had just come here to find him, felt a little strange.

He was an acquaintance with Purgatory Anjurou, but he never knew that this guy had the attribute of being a 'foodie'.

"Ah! It's Mr. Xuanhao!"

Noticing the person coming, Xingjulang finally stopped eating.

He said how could someone approach him without realizing it. It turned out to be Mr. Xuanhao, so it would be fine.

"As you can see, I'm eating! Would you like a box?"

With that said, he picked up the unopened lunch boxes stacked next to him and handed them to Xuan Hao.

Only then did Xuan Hao see that in addition to some of the empty boxes that had been eaten, there was also a stack of untouched lunch boxes piled next to them.

"Did you buy all the lunch boxes at the station?"

"Yes! It's really delicious. Do you want to try it?"

"Well... let's forget it..."

Xuanhao was a little embarrassed. No matter how delicious the food was, he wouldn't buy so much, right? Will eating so much alone affect exercise?

However, he didn't ask too much. Anjuro was a very serious person and would never do anything meaningless. What must have happened to buy so many bento boxes.

"Mr. Xuanhao, why are you here?"

Anjuro asked with some confusion while eating his bento.

He remembered that he did not request support from the headquarters. He should be enough to investigate the 'Infinity Train'.

"It's nothing. I just brought my apprentice to you. He seems to have something to ask you."

Xuan Hao found an empty seat and sat down, pointing to the commotion at the end of the corridor.

Tanjiro, Zenitsu and Inosuke are three living treasures who attract attention wherever they go.

"oh?"

Xingjulang became even more confused, "You have something to ask me?"

Although they didn't get along for a long time, in his impression Mr. Xuanhao was almost omnipotent. Is there anything that Mr. Xuanhao cannot answer?

"Yes! Hello Mr. Purgatory!"

Tanjiro, who finally pulled Inosuke to this carriage, saw his teacher discussing his own issues with Inosuke Anjuro as soon as he arrived.

He hurried forward and asked for advice, "I want to ask you for advice, have you ever heard of breathing techniques such as the 'Fire God Kagura' or the 'Fire Breathing'?"

"Oh, I see!"

After picking up the lunch box in his hand, Xingjulang put his hands in his hands seriously and thought for a moment.

"But it's a pity! This is the first time I've heard of the 'Fire God Kagura' you mentioned! There's no 'Breath of Fire' either! But I think there should be no difference between 'fire' and 'flame'! What I've learned It’s the ‘breath of fire’!”

"I know this..." Tanjiro felt a little embarrassed, "But..."

"I understand! You are saying that this is the breathing method you discovered from the Kagura dance that your father taught you, right? This is a good thing, but I have never heard of it, and I think you are talking about the 'fire method'. "Kami Kagura' and 'Breath of Fire' should be different." Anjuro looked serious, "As far as the conclusion is concerned, I don't know! Let's stop this topic!"

"well!?"

Tanjiro was a little flustered and wanted to say something, and turned his help-seeking eyes to Xuanhao who was standing aside.

"But I still want to know more about the situation..."

"Okay." Xuanhao shook his head slowly to stop Tanjiro from continuing to ask, "Anjuro will not lie to you. If he says he doesn't know, he just doesn't know. What is the specific situation of your 'Fire God Kagura'? You haven't sorted it out yet, have you? Don't worry."

"Um...yes..." Tanjiro nodded hesitantly.

Indeed, even he himself has not fully understood what kind of breathing method his 'Fire God Kagura' is. When his father taught him, he only said that it was a set of dance that must be passed down. Now he even doesn't even know the moves. Not entirely clear which ones there are.

If you keep asking others questions about something that you don't even know about yourself, it would be too rude to continue asking questions.

"Yes! Don't worry!"

Anjuro also nodded seriously and did not mean to blame Tanjiro at all.

"The evolution process of breathing methods is very complicated. Over time, there are many types of breathing methods. In fact, the differences between some breathing methods are not big, and they are even very similar. I want to find out what you are talking about. 'Fire God Kagura' must wait until you have completely mastered it before you can distinguish it better!"

"I see……"

Tanjiro's eyes flashed with disappointment, but he quickly cheered up again.

Even if he doesn't know what kind of breathing method 'God of Fire Kagura' is, he can know that this breathing method is definitely not weak.

Because before, he had been able to defeat the demon of the last wave among the Twelve Ghost Moons just by relying on the first sword skill that he had temporarily learned and was not proficient in. Although he was a junior, he was already very powerful.

The teacher and Mr. Purgatory are both right. What he should do now is to quickly learn the complete breathing method and sword skills from the 'Kagura Dance' taught by his father. This should be of great help to improve his strength.

"And... now is not the time to discuss these issues."

Purgatory Anjuro's expression suddenly became serious.

"You should also know that since I will appear here, it means there must be some troublesome ghost here that needs to be dealt with."

"well!?"

Zenitsu on the side immediately changed his expression when he heard this, "Can it be...could it be said...that there is a ghost on this train!?"

"Hahahaha! Yes!"

Anjuro responded cheerfully.

"More than forty people have mysteriously disappeared on this train recently. The organization has also sent several swordsmen to investigate, but there is no news from them all! That's why I, as a pillar, was sent to deal with it!"

"I'll wipe it! It's really there! What should I do, what should I do!"

Zenitsu suddenly started to panic.

"This is too bad! The train is moving now! Where should I escape! Stop! Stop! I want to get off!"

"Hahaha! Don't worry, since Mr. Xuanhao and I are here, everything must be safe!"

Seeing the panicked Zenitsu, Anjuro laughed and comforted him.

"Oh, it seems... right?"

Zenitsu suddenly reacted.

There is a monster-level old man beside them now. What he should think about now is not running away, but how to hold this thigh!

As we all know, it is safest to output under the boss's crotch!

"Click——"

"!?"

Xuan Hao frowned and looked at the end of the carriage.

The door connecting the front and rear compartments was pushed open, and when he opened the door, he noticed a strange smell.

He turned back and motioned towards Purgatory Anjuro.

Xingjulang's brows were also slightly wrinkled at this moment. He seemed to feel something, but...it wasn't very clear.

"Mr. Xuanhao, please wait."

He stretched out his hand to signal Xuan Hao to wait for a moment.

What walked in was a flight attendant wearing a black uniform. Although his aura was a bit strange, he was indeed an ordinary human being.

They couldn't attack ordinary humans. Even if they knew something was wrong, they had to confirm the ghost's purpose first.

"I understand." Xuan Hao nodded lightly and closed his eyes to rest. In the eyes of others, he looked like an old man taking a nap who was tired from the journey.

The current situation is that the enemy is in the dark and they are in the open.

In Xuan Hao's perception, there are eight carriages in this train excluding the front of the train, but the strange thing is that the whole train seems to be shrouded in shadows, and every place is filled with the aura of ghosts, making him unable to distinguish the ghosts for a while. A specific hiding place.

"Please let me... take a look at your tickets..."

A weak voice came from in front of him, and Xuan Hao opened his eyes.

He looked at the slightly thin conductor in front of him and slowly handed over the ticket in his hand.

Indeed, he is just an ordinary person.

But this person has a 'ghost' aura about him. No, everyone in this train seems to be infected with a ghost aura at this moment.

The atmosphere seemed extremely strange for a moment.

As if they had made an appointment, all the passengers whose tickets had been clipped fell asleep in unison.

"Click——"

The crisp sound of the ticket clipper echoed in the silent carriage.

A deep sleepiness came over him inexplicably. Feeling such an 'invitation', Xuan Hao's face showed a smile involuntarily. The ghost on this train was well hidden and spread its aura throughout the train. It should not be a ghost. Ordinary ghosts, and they dare to issue such an 'invitation' to them, "Then let's have fun."

The sound of even breathing continued to come from inside the train.

The figure standing on top of the locomotive listened to this beautiful 'melody' with a smile on his face.

He was wearing a dark evening gown as if he were attending a banquet, and the words engraved in his pupils indicated his identity.

The last part is Nightmare.

"It would be a beautiful thing to die in a dream~"

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The flight attendant tremblingly pushed open the door of a certain carriage, knelt on the ground, and prayed softly.

"I have used ticket checking to make all the passengers on the train fall asleep as you requested. Please let me fall asleep quickly and meet my dead wife and daughter..."

"Please, please..."

"sure."

A slightly smiling voice came from below, and upon closer inspection, I discovered that there was a palm with eyes and a mouth lying on the floor in the direction where the conductor was kneeling.

"Then let you enter the sweet dream of being reunited with your family!"

As its voice fell, the flight attendant instantly lost consciousness and fell to the floor.

"What about... us?"

The voice came from behind the ghost hand. The hand moved and turned strangely on the floor with its five fingers, and the mouth on it had a bright smile.

"As for you? Just wait...wait for them to sleep more deeply. Remember to be careful when acting. Those ghost hunters with keen intuition can occasionally feel the 'murderous intent' and be awakened even if they fall asleep, so before you Don't touch their bodies when the rope is tied up. I have to stay here to prepare for the next step. You must work hard in order to enter a happy dream~"

"As ordered..."

Five tired voices responded at the same time.

These were five ordinary humans. They all had heavy dark circles on their faces, as if they hadn't been able to sleep for a long time.

After accepting the ghost hand's order, they stood up unsteadily, opened the door and entered the carriage where Xuan Hao and others were.

"Hehehe..."

The eerie laughter kept coming from the top of the car.

"The inner parts of human beings are like glass crafts. They will shatter into pieces with just the slightest touch."

Nightmare opened his hands and let the oncoming wind blow on his face. The smile on his face became more and more arrogant, "Sleep, sleep, good baby ~ sleep until you forget to breathe ~ evil ghosts are in dreams and don't know it, and sheep are in tiger's mouth. Laughing in my dreams. How wonderful! Everyone can enter a wonderful dreamland and sleep so soundly! It’s a pity... I will never wake up again~"

The last part is Nightmare.

His vampire technique - the ghost of sleep and nightmare.

The effect is to create dreams.

He used vampire magic to create dreams, and then made humans sleep in them, and finally died in their dreams.

The dream space created by vampire magic is not infinite. It consists of a sphere with the dreamer as the center, and the outside of the dream is the unconscious realm. The 'spiritual core' exists in the unconscious realm outside the dream. Once it is destroyed, the owner of the dream will be completely reduced to a useless person.

Entering dreams to destroy the opponent's 'spiritual core' is his way of fighting.

However, the ghost hunters who came to the train this time seemed to be no ordinary people, so to be safe, he took advantage of the humans who were addicted to their dreams. As long as these humans tie their arms to the ghost hunters, they can enter each other's dreams and destroy the 'spiritual core'.

"It's so ironic to be killed by the humans you want to protect~"

Nightmare laughed at the sorrow of the ghost hunters, and the smile on his face became more and more joyful.

"Let me appreciate your ugly appearance!"

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