Demon Slayer: I will play the ancestor of the Flame Pillar

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And as the source of everything, damn Bishamonten...

What on earth are you?

Where are you now?

At this time, Ghost Dance Tsuji Muzan, who was extremely irritable, was also curious about this question.

In Infinite City, due to the appearance of Bishamonten and the death of Sanyi Wozao of Shangxian, all the surviving Shangxuan were summoned again by Muzan.

This time is unusual, the atmosphere between the strings is somewhat silent and stiff.

How many years have passed since the founding of the Twelve Ghost Moons? Except for the death caused by the bloody battle among the evil spirits, the only one who died in the hands of outsiders was Yiwozuo.

What a shock! What a shame!

how……

horrible.

You know, Yiwo seat is the third one on the string!

In the world of ghosts, sequence completely represents strength, which means that when encountering Bishamonten, at least half of the ghosts present will not be able to escape.

Just when the Shangxians didn't dare to express their anger and were waiting for Wuhan's order, a frivolous voice came.

"Hey, sorry, everyone."

"Master Wuhan, it seems that I am the last one to arrive again, keeping everyone waiting for a long time."

Before anyone arrived, the sound of laughter arrived first.

Dressed like a playboy, the cynical Tong Mo appeared last. He bowed politely and turned around to apologize to the people around him.

Wuhan above looked at this guy who jumped away with slight disgust.

In fact, as the saying goes, righteousness among men is the best among ghosts, and as the second son of a string, his relationship with ghosts is not as good as he thought.

After looking around, staring at Naru Nu with the word "Shang Xian San" engraved in her pupils, tears welled up in Tong Mo's eyes.

"How could this happen? It's too sudden... Could it be that Mr. Yiwozuo died? He is obviously so powerful..."

Tong Mo covered his mouth in disbelief, and muffled sounds came intermittently.

"Although, wuwu...although he sometimes quarrels with me and dislikes me, I am very worried about him..."

"Because in my heart, we are all the most important companions...that's why I don't want to lose anyone..."

Snapped!

The sound of the scabbard hitting the ground was heard, and the child's tearful mood stopped.

In the room above Infinite City, Hei Shimo, who was sitting upright and drinking tea, slowly spoke.

"Stop your boring performance, Tong Mo. Your emotions don't fluctuate at all. It's so hypocritical. It makes me sick."

You've seen it all! ?

Tong Mo was shocked and quickly waved his hands, adjusted his mood and got back into the mood.

"Ah? Mr. Heidi Mou, I think you may have misunderstood me."

Tears were squeezed out again, and Tong Mo's eyes sparkled with tears.

"Because we are on the second string, my relationship with Master Yiwozao, who is third in the sequence, is actually very close..."

"But I'm sorry for disturbing you just now. How can I apologize to you?"

"snort!"

With a cold snort, the high-ranking Hei Shi Mou narrowed his six eyes and frowned tightly.

Great!

There was no interruption this time, and Tong Mo continued to perform with great emotion.

"Compared to me who only loves to eat women, Mr. Yiwozuo is really a good ghost..."

"Even though my strength was surpassed by that of later me, I was not willing to eat a nutritious woman. Regarding his death, I sincerely feel that..."

As one of the only female ghosts, Fallen Girl raised her beautiful eyebrows, and there was a hint of helplessness in her starry eyes.

Master Tong Mo is still so handsome, but no one wants to hear long stories, and besides...

Your acting skills have not improved at all, they are still so bad...

Tong Mo took back the hand covering his mouth, and his voice gradually became colder.

His two lines of tears have not yet dried up, and his signature smile has returned to his face.

"That's really a pity..."

Clang!

The moonlight flashed.

Before the people present could see Hei Shimo's movements clearly, a cluster of blood had already exploded from Tong Mo's throat.

"Gulu Gulu...I am no match for you..."

Tong Mo, who recovered in an instant, reminded him pretending to be surprised.

"Lord Hei Shimo, but are you going to fight me for Yiwozuo, in front of Lord Wuhan?"

The two superiors were facing each other tit for tat, and the surrounding top officers were trembling, lowering their sense of presence and not daring to speak out.

Wu Ke looked at the two ghosts who were at war with each other with an unkind expression.

Learning from the past, Wuhan is now more and more vigilant and dislikes everyone.

Even Yiwozuo, who has always been loyal, reliable and useful, would betray him, let alone them?

These people are unreliable, and seeds of doubt are quietly sown.

But now, although he has always been unhappy with Tongmo's attitude, Yiwozao betrayed his orders and died in vain. Facing the mysterious Bishamonten, the ghost needs stability at this moment.

"That's enough, stop thinking this is a place."

Heishimou, who valued rules, was the first to bow and apologize.

"Sorry, Master Wuhan, I was impulsive."

Seeing this, Tong Mo quickly smiled and waved his hand.

"It's okay, it's okay. Lord Hei Shimo was just playing around with me. I'm not angry or blaming him. In fact, I don't care at all."

With his head lowered, several veins popped out of Hei Shimou's neck, and the ghost sword that he had withdrawn was once again held in his hand.

Upon seeing this, Wuxian interrupted in time and brought things back on track.

"Okay, now we should talk about business. Yiwozuo was arrogant and died in battle for not obeying my orders."

Wu Kuan waved his hand and peeled off a mass of flesh and blood from his body.

After leaving Wu Mei's body, this part of flesh and blood is still extremely active, and it falls to the ground and twists flexibly.

Muzan carefully manipulated the flesh and blood, slowly mimicking Lin Heng's appearance, and then saw the fake "Bishamonten" open his mouth and let out Lin Heng's voice.

"The tricky thing now is that it was not the Demon Slayers who killed him, but a guy who called himself Bishamonten and has never appeared before..."

"To sum up, Hantengu, Yuhu, you continue to look for traces of the Demon Slayer Squad. These rats have been jumping very hard recently. As for that annoying guy..."

boom!

The flesh and blood that mimicked Bishamonten's form exploded violently, and Muzan's voice above him was cold and stern, and he clenched his hands into fists.

"Tong Mo, Hei Shimo, I order you to track down Bishamonten and find him and kill him at all costs!"

"As you command!"

Everyone responded in unison, and several of the low-ranking ones breathed a sigh of relief.

"A swordsman who uses the breath of fire to fight and claims to be a god. His appearance matches that of the Purgatory clan. It reminds me of the first generation Flame Pillar."

Heishimou, who was reminded by Lin Heng's appearance, seemed to have returned to those days.

But after sighing with emotion, he slowly added.

"But even if the strongest group of people is resurrected, except for that person, it will be impossible for others to kill Yiwo Zuo."

Hei Shimo held down the sword and slowly closed his eyes.

"It would be really rare to meet such an outstanding swordsman in this era."

Tong Mo touched his chin with interest and raised his hand to attract everyone's attention.

"Hey, he calls himself Bishamonten. He is the strongest god of war. How interesting."

Wu Kuai narrowed his eyes and spoke in a bad tone.

"What, do you have news?"

"There was no news about him even though he was so strong before. It just seemed like he appeared out of nowhere. The Demon Slayer team seems to have no idea about it either."

Tong Mo's tone was seductive, trying his best to arouse everyone's interest.

"Looking at it this way, don't you think it's strange?"

There was silence for a while, and when no one responded, veins popped out on Tong Mo's neck.

"Looking at it this way, don't you think it's strange?"

Wuxian's eyes began to look evil, and Tong Mo's showy behavior was undoubtedly playing into his minefield at this moment.

"Ahem, that..."

The atmosphere was a little weird, and Yu Hu, who was holding his precious artwork, couldn't hold it any longer, so he weakly said in support.

"Yes, yes, it makes perfect sense. Please continue, Lord Tongmo."

Seeing the eyes of all the ghosts being attracted, Tong Mo smiled proudly and added mysteriously.

"Speaking of which, Master Muzan, everyone, I have an interesting idea about Bishamonten's identity..."