Demon Slayer: The Forest Pillar

Crack! The sound of a dead branch being stepped on and broken attracted the attention of a pair of eyes on a dense tree. The eyelids opened and the brown pupils looked towards the place where the sound came from.

I saw a huge figure under the tree, and I didn't know when it appeared there. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

"Hand ghost?" A dry voice came from the tree. Obviously, the owner of the pair of brown eyes recognized the huge figure under the tree. After a rustling sound, a bug ghost with long legs on its back slowly emerged from the tree.

"Hand ghost, why did you come to my territory? Do you want to grab the territory?" The bug ghost asked very impolitely. On this Tengxi Mountain, there are always more evil ghosts who can hide. In addition to the bug ghost that just appeared from the tree, there are also several powerful evil ghosts who have also devoured dozens of people.

And these evil ghosts with similar strength almost reached an agreement by default, dividing Fujixi Mountain into territories. The Demon Slayer Corps regarded Fujixi Mountain as the trial field for the final selection. For these evil ghosts, Fujixi Mountain is both a cage to imprison them and a hunting ground for them.

However, in the face of the insect ghost's questioning, the hand ghost did not answer. As the insect ghost slowly climbed down the tree, with the moonlight, he could see the miserable state of the hand ghost. None of the countless shit green arms on his body were intact, and there were broken pieces of meat everywhere. Although the granulation at the wound was slowly wriggling, it was not easy for these evil ghosts to recover from such a serious injury.

"You! How did you become like this!?" The insect ghost was shocked. He knew very well that the hand ghost was stronger than himself and most other evil ghosts. It stands to reason that no one in Fujixi Mountain could hurt the hand ghost like this.

The insect ghost suddenly thought of a possibility and asked in a trembling voice: "Demon, demon, is the pillar of the Demon Slayer Corps here again?!"

The pillar of the Demon Slayer Corps is almost the common nightmare of all the evil ghosts in Fujixi Mountain. Every evil ghost captured in Fujixi Mountain has faced the "pillar". The terrible strength of the pillars has long been imprinted in the souls of these evil ghosts. The strongest evil ghost in Fujixi Mountain can't stop the pillars' swords.

So the insect ghost subconsciously wanted to escape and hide after guessing something. The evil ghost of Fujixi Mountain who could survive to eat dozens of human swordsmen could not guarantee anything else, but his means of escaping and hiding were absolutely unique.

Just when the insect ghost was about to escape, the hand ghost moved, and a relatively intact shit green arm suddenly rose up, rushed out suddenly when the insect ghost was unprepared, and firmly tied up the long legs behind the insect ghost, which was also the weapon that the insect ghost relied on to escape and fight.

"Hand ghost! What are you doing!?" The insect ghost shouted loudly in horror.

The hand ghost also opened its ferocious mouth, and its sharp voice became extremely humble and flattering at this time, "My lord, I have trapped it, please help."

"My lord? What lord? The hand ghost you!!" The insect ghost's eyes bulged out, and before he could finish his words, a green light had penetrated his neck.

Then, in the eyes of the insect ghost, the world quickly turned upside down, and the whole world began to spin, plop! After a light sound, the insect ghost saw his headless body, "Where is my... head?"

The emerald sun wheel sword was steadily inserted into the scabbard, and the insect ghost's head turned into ashes under Shinichi's feet. This evil ghost who had been hiding on Fujixi Mountain for twenty years was completely destroyed before he could even activate the blood demon art.

"The third one..." Shinichi secretly counted in his heart. Under the betrayal of the hand ghost, the evil ghosts who had been hiding on Fujixi Mountain for many years were pulled out one by one by Shinichi, and all of them were cut with a single knife.

Yes, in order to survive, the hand ghost decisively betrayed all the hidden evil ghosts on Fujixi Mountain to Shinichi. If the hand ghost did not kneel down decisively to betray his fellow comrades, the Nichirin sword that cut into the neck halfway would definitely not stop.

For Shinichi, having the hand ghost as a "demon traitor" saved him a lot of effort, and also saved him from staring at the eighth form·Xiaoxiaosen eyes bit by bit.

However, while cleaning up these evil ghosts, Shinichi was also secretly shocked. He knew why the death rate of the final selection of the Demon Slayer Corps was so high. It was only one night, and so many evil ghosts were cleaned up, while the swordsmen participating in the final selection had to spend a full seven days in Fujixi Mountain. It would be strange if the death rate was not high.

Thinking of this, Shinichi looked up at the night sky above his head. The only countermeasure of the Demon Slayer Corps was to rely on the crows to constantly hover over Fujiki Mountain for reconnaissance, but it was impossible to keep an eye on the entire Fujiki Mountain all the time with just the crows.

Shinichi shook his head. Now this kind of thing should not be considered by him. The only thing he can do now is to eliminate the excessive evil spirits on Fujiki Mountain as much as possible.

As time passed, the previous damage caused by the opening of the blood burstShinichi, who had ruined his clothes, was now sitting on a boulder with his legs crossed in brand new clothes, chewing a piece of sweet Dorayaki in one hand. Of course, he carried all these things with the help of the silver mirror on his waist.

Next to Shinichi, the hand ghost, which was originally scarred, had been repaired, but its momentum was several times weaker than before, and its newly grown arm was also an unhealthy shit green color, while its huge body was now shivering in front of Shinichi.

The pale yellow ghost eyes kept secretly looking at Shinichi who was chewing Dorayaki, and secretly looked at the dense forest around him. An impulse to escape instantly swept over the hand ghost's body, but when the hand ghost just moved slightly.

The sound of a sharp blade breaking through the air came whistling, and the emerald green sun wheel sword instantly pierced one of the hand ghost's arms and nailed it to the ground fiercely.

A cold voice also sounded behind the hand ghost, "Ugly ghost, I advise you not to do anything, otherwise, I don't mind letting you report to hell now."

Dense cold sweat immediately appeared on the green head of the hand ghost, and it immediately explained in a flattering tone: "No, no, no! Sir! How dare I do anything! I, I just, Sir, the day is about to dawn, I just want to find a good habitat for you." The hand ghost didn't know that Shinichi was not afraid of living in the sun. It subconsciously regarded Shinichi as a powerful ghost who could breathe like a human.

Of course, Shinichi would not explain anything, and he didn't plan to continue searching for evil ghosts on Fuji Mountain during the day. After all, maintaining the blood ghost art and pseudo-Rasuo also consumes strength, so it is more reliable to rely on the hand ghost, the "ghost traitor" at night.

"Really? Then I misunderstood you, but I think you shouldn't mind, right?" Shinichi slowly showed a "nuclear" smile.

The hand ghost, feeling the severe pain from his shit-green arm being nailed to the ground by the Sun Wheel Sword, narrowed his pale yellow ghost eyes and smiled flatteringly: "Of course, sir, I don't mind at all."