A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

Chapter 449 Chapter 442. You guys beat yourselves

The sickle with ghost blood whizzed towards Xuan Hao's neck.

"I probably understand."

Not paying attention to the prostitute Taro's angrily reply, Xuan Hao just smiled softly and took half a step back calmly as he spoke.

His movements seemed slow, but he just managed to dodge the sickle in the hands of Taro the prostitute.

And what displeased the prostitute Taro the most was that the old guy's eyes were not on him or Feng Ji from the beginning to the end, but looked at the empty space aside.

In his opinion, this is contempt, extremely arrogant contempt!

"Go to hell!"

Seeing that the attack failed, the prostitute Taro immediately gave chase, but suddenly lost his target before his eyes.

"Sorry, I still have some unanswered questions, so I don't want to fight with you for the time being."

The sound came from below.

The prostitute Taro lowered his head in surprise. This old human man actually sat down in front of him.

"Asshole! Do you think this is the living room?"

"call--"

The sickle was swung, and the wind was sharp and harsh.

"Pigs swoosh!"

Just before the blade approached the old man sitting on the ground, the two serrated blades intertwined, perfectly blocking the blow.

"Huh-huh-"

Inosuke's nostrils were filled with excitement, and he looked very excited, "Old man, is it okay to leave this guy to me?"

"You can do whatever you want, just don't disturb me."

Xuan Hao waved his hand without raising his head, and then, as if he remembered something, he turned to greet Yusui Tianyuan, "I hate what that ugly monster just said, tell him to shut up."

As he spoke, he pointed at the winding Wu Yuhu, which was gloating at the side with a smile on its face.

"clear!"

Yusui Tianyuan was stunned for a moment, then immediately started to move, with an interested smile on his face, "Come on, you ugly man, die gorgeously!"

Breathing of sound·Ming string playing.

The two blades rotated rapidly in Yusu Tianyuan's hands. Before the wind could sound, his entire figure had disappeared from the spot.

"Al?"

Facing this sudden blow, Yuhu, who still wanted to see the prostitute Taro in disgrace first, did not panic at all.

After all, no matter how you look at the current situation, they have the upper hand.

Three winded ghosts faced off against five humans, including three teenagers who were not afraid.

He had no idea that the swordsman of the Demon Slayer Corps would dare to attack first, and also alone.

Unlike Shang Liu, the loser who likes to carry oil bottles, he is much stronger!

"By the way, does the ugly thing you talk about refer to me?"

Yuhu was a little puzzled. His appearance was so artistic, it was a perfect masterpiece. How could he be ugly? If you really want to be ugly, the attacking human being in front of you is a blasphemy to art! ?

"Aren't you very self-aware?"

With a sarcastic smile on Yu Sui Tianyuan's face, his figure instantly appeared in front of Yu Hu, and the knife in his hand was cut off.

"snort!"

Yuhu snorted disdainfully as he looked at the sword light that was slashing at him quickly, and then swished away.

His figure shrank quickly like an eel retreating into its nest, and almost instantly he retreated out of the window and back into the room downstairs.

"You can't run away."

Yusui Tianyuan was not surprised at all when the blow missed. It would be a bit abnormal if it was so easy to solve.

Glancing at Xuan Hao, he followed Yu Hu's retracted figure and got into the house.

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"Damn humans, what do you want to do?"

Taro the prostitute was completely unable to understand the actions of the humans in front of him.

Why did this old man suddenly sit down and seemed to give up the fight? Was he really so confident in these boys?

You must know that even if you exclude the slightly weaker Fallen Princess, there are still three genuine ghosts here. The pillar who wields the double sword drags the jade pot, and the rest, Hantengu and Fallen Princess are also there. It's not something these three teenagers can handle.

"Forget it, never mind, it's an opportunity anyway!" Taro the prostitute yelled hoarsely at the Hantengu not far away, "Quickly kill these brats first, and then we can work together to kill this old guy!"

It's okay if this old guy doesn't take action. If a fight really breaks out, he's really unsure. This is a good thing for their ghost side.

"Yes, yes, you can do whatever you want, just don't disturb me."

Faced with the prostitute Taro's blatant 'plan', Xuan Hao waved his hand indifferently to indicate to the others that they would please.

Afterwards, he sat cross-legged with great interest, holding his chin slightly with his withered-looking hands, staring at the empty place in front of him.

"Hey, hey, hey! Old... old man, are you really planning not to do anything?"

Hearing Xuan Hao, who had already sat down, say this, Shan Yi, who was still a little at a loss, began to panic.

Mr. Yusui has already chased a Shangxian ghost into the house. If Mr. Xuanhao doesn't take action, then the three of them will have to deal with two powerful Shangxian and the one next to them who is not as strong as Shangxian. A somewhat troublesome Fallen Princess.

After all, this is the ghost of winding! According to the historical records of the Demon Slayer Squad, even Hashira would have no choice but to run away if he met Kamiguru alone. There must be at least two Hashira before he can try to fight.

Although their strength has improved a lot, they are at best stronger than the pillars in these historical records. It may be okay for them to barely withstand the attack of the Winding Ghost, but winning is simply a fantasy.

"well……"

Xuan Hao helplessly held his forehead and sighed, "Just find a way to hold on. I told you that I still have some unsolved problems."

"???"

Several teenagers looked confused and couldn't understand what could be going on. Isn't the most important thing now is to kill ghosts? These are three winding strings.

But even if they don't understand, the current situation seems to be beyond their control.

After all, ghosts don't show mercy.

"Go to hell!"

The prostitute Taro looked at the old monster sitting on the ground warily, and after making sure that he would not take action, he decisively raised two sickles and called to Inosuke.

"Come on! Who's afraid of whom!?"

Inosuke was not afraid at all, he just picked up the knife and did it.

It might be difficult for him to deal with this winded ghost alone, but there is Zenitsu next to him!

Sure enough, Zenitsu's reaction was as fast as lightning. The moment the battle started, he had already entered the "state" and stepped forward to harass the prostitute Taro at an extremely fast speed.

Inosuke is responsible for facing the fight head-on, and he is responsible for sharing the pressure. He used his speed advantage to continuously launch attacks, making it impossible for the winding ghost in front of him to use his full strength.

"Douji, what are you doing standing still? Come on as soon as the head is connected!"

The prostitute Taro was a little angry when he was surrounded by two people. While waving his sickle, he reminded the fallen princess who seemed to be in a daze.

"Ah? Oh!" Only then did Fallen Girl realize that the current situation no longer allowed her to paddle.

This time they seemed to have really miscalculated. The humans who came here were all ridiculously strong, and my brother seemed to be unable to stand it alone.

"Oh...I'm sorry, little one."

Looking at the battle that had broken out not far away, Hantengu still looked like he was bursting with tears, but there was no mercy in the movements of his hands, and his ferocious ghost claws stretched out towards Tanjiro, who looked wary.

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"Okay, first of all, sit down and talk slowly."

A kind smile appeared on the old man's face, and he nodded slightly towards the empty space in front of him.

In the 'horizon' invisible to everyone else, there exists a person, to be precise, a soul that has been wandering in the world for a hundred years.

"So what's your name?"

The girl in front of him accepted the invitation and sat down obediently. Xuan Hao asked with a smile.

"Mei." The girl replied, "My name is Mei, and the prostitute Taro... is my brother."

"Yeah, a good name."

Xuanhao nodded slightly, as if he didn't care that the girl in front of him called the prostitute Taro who was fighting Inosuke and Zenitsu his brother.

In other words, he had already figured out that the girl in front of him was the prostitute Taro's real sister.

"No, this name is actually not beautiful..."

Mei lowered her head in disappointment, her long silver hair covering her god-given beautiful face.

The picture emerged in Xuan Hao's mind along with the girl's words.

The banks of the Rashomon River more than a hundred years ago.

This is about the past when Taro the prostitute and Mei were still human.

The reason why this name is bad is because Mei's name was taken directly from the venereal disease that killed her mother.

The lowest area of ​​Flower Street where she and her brother were born is full of hungry refugees, and just living is a burden that wastes food money.

The elder brother, Taro, a prostitute, almost suffered a miscarriage many times before he was born. After he was born, he was almost beaten to death by his mother many times because of his ugly appearance.

Ants, stupid geese, idiots, losers, useless things.

Even with such an infamy and such a difficult life, the older brother Taro, a prostitute, still struggled to survive with his skinny body. It seemed like fate, just waiting for the person he wanted to protect to be born.

Xiaomei, the prostitute Taro's sister, is also his greatest pride and even the motivation to live.

Before his sister was born, his life had been chaotic.

The unpleasant voice and ugly appearance brought him ruthless ridicule and cold stone.

It was as if all the vulgar words in the world were made up to describe him.

In a place like Flower Street where appearance is everything, a being like him is a 'monster' that is hated by others.

So in order to survive, he ate mice and bugs when he was hungry. The only toy he had was a sickle that the guest who was 'taking care of' his mother forgot to take away.

It was Xiaomei's birth that changed his life.

When Mei was still young, she already had a beauty that would make anyone feel inferior.

After the death of his mother, Taro's obsession is to live with his sister.

In order to achieve this goal, money is a necessary thing.

He was good at fighting and looked scary, so he started working as a debt collector.

When everyone felt creepy towards him, he felt very happy and even began to feel a little proud of his ugliness.

Because he has a beautiful sister like Mei, the inferiority complex he once had is gone.

The eyes of others and everything seemed unimportant. He just needed to keep collecting debts to earn money so that he and his sister could survive.

But……

Just when Taro the prostitute felt that his and Mei's future lives were finally going to develop in a good direction, the cruel reality shattered everything.

That was when Mei was thirteen.

Mei was raised by her elder brother since she was a child, so she was naturally influenced by her elder brother.

‘You must strike first before others plunder’, this is what her brother told her.

So she blinded the warrior's left eye with a hairpin before being plundered.

But this was only successful when the opponent was unprepared. When the samurai reacted, the young woman no longer had any room to resist.

The samurai tied her up and burned her alive in revenge.

When the prostitute Taro rushed back to his sister after collecting the debt, it was already too late.

"So you were actually dead at that time, right?" Xuan Hao asked.

"Yes..." Mei nodded slightly.

"well……"

After sighing softly, Xuanhao slowly stood up and looked at the prostitute Taro and Feng Ji who were entangled with Inosuke and Zenitsu.

Everything seemed to become clear.

The truth is often so cruel that it makes people despair, no, even ghosts will despair.

As Mei herself said, she had actually died in the fire more than a hundred years ago.

After all, normally speaking, how could a person who had been burned to cokes still be alive?

The prostitute Taro later held Mei's body and met Tong Mo who turned him into a ghost. It was getting late at that time, and the sister who was burned to coke in his arms should have lost her breath.

In fact, he was the only one who became a ghost. Otherwise, how could two ghosts share the same body?

The reason why Fallen Princess exists is because the prostitute Taro 'resurrected' his sister after turning into a ghost. As for the method of resurrection...

"Brother... he is the person who loves me the most and the person who understands me best."

"That's why he was able to create such a vivid sister, right?"

Xuanhao tilted his head slightly.

"Well..." At this moment, all he could see was the illusory shadow of the girl standing beside him, holding her little hand tightly, her tone full of struggle.

"To put it simply, it's not that we are of the same mind, it's just schizophrenia."

The cruel reality came out of the old man's mouth in an understatement, "He has survived to this day with his obsession, and even deceived himself."

"Yes..." Mei's eyes also looked at the figures of the prostitute Taro and the fallen princess who were fighting.

In her opinion, this was not a battle at all, but a painful struggle that lasted for hundreds of years.

"So, you found me because you wanted me to help you?" Xuan Hao asked the girl next to him with a smile.

"Yes, I didn't expect someone to see me. If it's you, sir, is there a way to help my brother get out?" Mei's eyes were full of hope.

"Before I agree to help you, answer me, why have you been wandering around the world for hundreds of years?" Xuan Hao asked.

His eyes suddenly became serious, as if he wanted to confirm something.

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