Control the Butterfly Effect from Demon Slayer: Blade

Night comes and the moon rises.

In the deep mountains and old forests of today's battlefield, everything is quiet.

Occasionally there are bursts of insects, and occasionally there is a sound of birds.

The moon tonight is good, even if it is night, even in the deep mountains and old forests, the visibility here is okay, it can be said that the sky is beautiful.

Horitake has been sitting in the very center of the basin valley, waiting for work and using his example as bait.

He sat on the big rock, bathed in the moonlight, closed his eyes, and sat cross-legged.

In terms of time, it's almost time.

Just when Horitake had this thought, his diffused spiritual sense sensed something, sat on the large stone and slowly opened his eyes, and a chill flashed between his eyes.

"Coming, finally coming."

Horitake muttered softly.

Yes, the ghosts are coming, and the ghosts are finally coming.

Under the perception of Horidake's spiritual sense, an army of countless ghosts, completely composed of ghosts, rushed from afar!

The leaders are Black Death Mou and Tong Mo!

These two strongest windings, rather the only two windings, are leading countless groups of ghosts behind, ghosts crying wolves howling, and mighty rushing over.

Their speed was very fast, a piece of black pressure, bathed in moonlight, and rushed over like this.

The leading black death mou looked at the surrounding terrain, took out the newspaper in his hand, and looked at the war book on the newspaper.

To be precise, I looked at the location of the battle in the war book in the newspaper.

Black Death Mou confirmed that it was undoubtedly nearby.

It should be the basin valley ahead!

Just when Black Death Mu wanted to speed up his pace and rush there in one breath, he suddenly felt something!

Black Death made a sharp stop, and the brakes stopped.

Tong Mo next to him also quickly stopped and looked at Black Death Mu in bewilderment.

As for the countless group of ghosts suppressed by the black pressure behind, after seeing the leader stop, they also quickly stopped, and a large number of ghosts braked sharply like a stopped wave.

Of course, because the front stops urgently, the back does not know why the car cannot be braked, resulting in the back crashing into the front, and even stepping on the front from behind.

In this black-pressed ghost army, there was some chaos and riots for a while, I don't know how many ghosts were trampled under the feet of more ghosts, and I don't know how many ghosts were injured because of this.

Finally stopped, there was a commotion among the ghost army, cursing and biting each other.

If an army of people is trampled on so indiscriminately and such a big stampede occurs, there will definitely be a lot of non-combat attrition.

But this group of ghosts is different.

Even if they are not lightly stepped on, this group of ghosts can quickly recover themselves and get back on their feet.

It's just that after standing up, it is inevitable to get angry, and even fight with the ghost next to him who just stepped on himself, and the ghost group caused even greater chaos.

Tong Mo couldn't see such a chaotic scene.

He glared back coldly:

"Quiet."

Just the word quiet, the temperature present dropped a few degrees, and the originally riotous and even chaotic group of ghosts immediately quieted down, and this group of bastards died down and did not dare to make any more trouble.

After quieting down first, Tong Mo squeezed his fan and looked at Black Death Mou:

"Why did you stop?"

Black Death Mu took the newspaper, looked ahead from a distance, and said slowly:

"The valley basin in front is the location of the battle, but it's a little wrong, you can carefully perceive it."

Tong Mo covered the lower half of his face with a fan, looked into the distance with interest, and sensed it.

"This is ... There is an ambush? There were several ambushes, and there were quite a few people.

So that's it, that's it.

Looking at this number, I am afraid that the ghost killing team has really poured out.

So what should we do, is it necessary to remove these ambushes first? Or..."

Black Death Mu shook his head:

"Of course, this kind of thing should be decided by Lord Wu Miserable, Lord Wu Miserable, what do you think should be done?"

Black Death Mou said these words, looked respectfully ahead, bowed slightly and asked.

Tong Mo turned his head a little surprised, it turned out that I don't know when, Wu Mi had already appeared in front of the two of them, standing at the forefront of this army of ghosts.

All the misery came, and the ghosts behind did not dare to make a sound, and the group of ghosts suppressed by the black pressure did not squeak a single one, making the atmosphere solemn and tense.

Looking into the distance, Wu Xian said leisurely:

"There is indeed an ambush, and around that valley basin, there are many ambushes by ghost killing teams.

But you only know one, not the other.

In the very center of this valley basin, there was a man sitting alone.

It's that guy Horitake.

When Tong Mo heard this, he slapped the folding fan and looked surprised:

"Is that guy? Is it the goal of Lord Misery? Is he sitting there alone? Is he stupid?

"It's you who is silly." Black Death Mu hated iron and steel: "It is obvious that that guy used himself as bait, and the reason why he sat alone in the center of the valley basin was to lure us all over."

When we all gathered in the valley basin, the surrounding ghost killing teams were ambushed and could surround us. "

Surround us?" Tong Mo didn't laugh back, and he laughed, laughing so hard that tears were about to come out: "How many people are in the ghost killing team?" How many ghosts do we have?

With their little people, wouldn't it be a fantasy to want to surround us? Laughing dead, hahaha..." Tong

Mo's words Black Death Mu did not refute.

Because Tong Mo is right.

Don't look at the ghost killing team and they are all pouring out, but the number gap between the two sides is very large, and the number of combat power on their own side is much more than that of the ghost killing team.

With so many numerical advantages, what can be done even if it is surrounded?

Encircling more people with a small number of people is not called encirclement, at most it is called encounter.

Just by this little people trying to surround us, it's a joke!

This was Black Death Mou's first thought.

But this guy has lived for so many years, and his IQ is not covered.

He keenly felt that something was wrong, knowing that the gap in numbers would be so large, why would he ambush in advance? Why are you still planning to surround them?

Maybe in terms of the ghost killing team, there are some hole cards, and there are some ways to deal with them.

Thinking of this, Black Death Mu took a few steps forward and said to Wu Miserable:

"Master Wu Miserable, although we have an absolute advantage, the situation is still a little strange, should we be cautious?"

Black Death Mou's words are old words.

It's a pity that Wu Miserable can't listen to it now.

His attention was now on Mount Hori sitting in the center of the basin.

It was this bastard who came out of thin air and killed so many of our ghosts, making my thousand-year-old ghost king constantly deflated.

It was this bastard who burned the cyan flower he had found earlier.

It is this bastard, it is said that he has eaten the cyan other side flower, and there is still the medicinal properties of the cyan side flower in his body.

No matter what the situation is ahead, no matter what tricks the ghost killing team has, this person must first hold it in his hand!