Demon Slayer: The Tai Chi Swordsman

Kiritani Sento aligned the wire with the keyhole. The locks of this era are not like the ones he lived in. It is so easy to open the lock with the wire in hand.

Click!

The spring in the lock made a crisp sound. Kiritani Sento carefully removed the padlock. He wanted to ensure that this room was the same as before, including the lock.

Kiritani Sento gently pushed open the door. The black door seemed to be the entrance to hell, which was extremely terrifying.

A gust of cold wind blew, and Kiritani Sento's body trembled.

Suddenly, a hand covered Kiritani Sento's mouth from behind, and his heart instantly rose to his throat.

Who else would come here at this time? Could it be that Douma came back? Thinking of this, Kiritani Sento broke out in a cold sweat. He didn't take the Nichirin Sword today!

Kiritani Sento clenched his fists. After all, the black shadow didn't do anything excessive, and the touch didn't feel like a ghost.

"Shh!"

"It's me, Rabbit!"

Fuzuigawa Shima's voice finally put Kiritani Sento's heart at ease. He broke free and complained, "You damn hedgehog head, are you going to scare me to death?"

Kiritani Sento opened his mouth wide, but his voice got stuck in his throat. After all, making loud noises is not advisable.

Fuzuigawa Shima shook the map in his hand and explained apologetically, "The three of us are here to familiarize ourselves with the terrain. No one knows!"

"But you, what are you doing sneaking around?"

Kiritani Sento suddenly held his forehead and pointed to the dark room and said, "Young boy, the truth is in it!"

Fuzuigawa Shima tilted his head and took a look. Maybe because it was completely closed, there was not even a trace of moonlight in that room.

But his curiosity was instantly aroused. This is how people are. The more mysterious things are, the more exciting they are.

Kiritani Sento and Fushigawa Minoru walked into the room together. After closing the door, Kiritani Sento lit the hand-held lantern in his hand.

The dim candlelight flickered in the darkness, and soon, the black was completely covered by dim gold.

Kiritani Sento and Fushigawa Minoru were stunned, and fear and disgust instantly filled their hearts.

As members of the Demon Slayer Corps, they had naturally seen the scene of evil spirits gnawing at human bodies. They had long been accustomed to that kind of bloodiness, but this room was indeed a bit heavy.

Although there was no trace of blood, it was creepy.

In the closed room of more than ten square meters, three black cabinets as high as the wall were close to the wall. Each cabinet had about twenty layers, and each layer was divided into many compartments.

From these items, everything seemed so normal, even a little simple.

However, those compartments were not filled with antiques, but with white bones and countless empty skulls.

From the outside, every skull here is female, and there are at least hundreds of small compartments in the room.

Kiritani Sento knew that Douma was a pervert, but he didn't expect that he would collect human skulls. It was so hateful!

Fear and disgust only lasted for a moment. Fushigawa Minoru was furious and said with gritted teeth: "This Douma deserves to die. Even if he dies ten thousand times, it's not enough to atone for his sins!"

"They were all living beings!"

"I will chop him off sooner or later!"

Fushigawa Minoru kept scolding Douma. Perhaps only by killing Douma can these unjustly killed souls rest in peace.

Kiritani Sento walked silently to the shelf opposite the door. In the middle of this shelf was a very abstract pot.

The skull on the pot was completely different from the others because it had hair. The inscription on the pot caught Kiritani Sento's attention because the name was Aoba Hashibira.

"Hashibira~" Kiritani Sento muttered.

This surname is so familiar, isn't it Zhuzhu's surname?

Could it be..., thinking of this, Kiritani Sento couldn't help but take a step back, this is Zhuzhu's mother!

Damn Douma, damn it, you bastard!

Kiritani Sento clenched his fists and tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart.

"If you can kill Douma alive, bury them all!"

"Ah!"

Kiritani Sento sighed lightly, with unspeakable sadness between his eyebrows. Because of the evil spirits, how many people, like Zhuzhu, lost their mothers and homes.

Fushigawa Shima nodded and said softly: "Yes! They shouldn't be treated like this, but we will kill that hateful guy alive!"

Kiritani Sento and Fushigawa Shima left the room with heavy hearts. The so-called secret was too heavy for the two of them.

That was an unbearable weight for life!

As soon as they entered the backyard garden, Taromaru landed on Kiritani Sento's shoulder and immediately warned: "Warning!"

"Warning!"

"There is a ghost approaching here."Inside!"

Without saying anything, Fuzugawa Shima immediately picked up the disabled Kiritani Sento and hid in the flowers nearby.

Coincidentally, as soon as the two hid in, a figure jumped in from outside the wall.

Under the moonlight, the two saw each other's appearance clearly.

The short white oak hair swayed in the wind. In the white, there was a place that seemed to have been drenched in blood, and the black edges spread out around.

He wore a red top and black trousers, and the triangular hat and black cloak symbolized his identity.

The rainbow eyes sparkled in the moonlight, but there was no emotion in them. Unlike Yiyong's expressionless face, this was a natural indifference.

The most conspicuous thing was that his left and right irises were engraved with The words "Upper Rank" and "Two".

It was Douma, the founder of the Eternal Paradise Cult, Upper Rank Two.

The eyes of Kiritani Sento and Fushigawa Minoru were as big as eggs, because the demon they wanted to kill the most was right in front of them, but they had to suppress the killing intent.

They also had to find a way to make Douma drink the wisteria poison, and weaken Douma's strength as much as possible.

Douma suddenly turned his head and looked at the hiding place of Kiritani Sento and Fushigawa Minoru. His seemingly calm eyes made Kiritani Sento and the other two nervous.

The two looked at each other, and Fushigawa Minoru tightened the Nichirin Sword at his waist.

Douma was indeed searching for something, and slowly his sight shifted to the ground.

Douma pretended to be very happy and said, "So it's here! "

When he was still a human, Douma could not understand human emotions. He had no emotional fluctuations since he was a child, and he could not feel any joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness. He thought that human emotions were illusory, so he wanted to experience what emotions were.

But in the end, he could only pretend to have various emotions. Unfortunately, pretending is just pretending.

Douma picked up the skull that fell on the ground, placed it under the moonlight, and admired it carefully, even praising it: "What a great work of art!"

"It's worth collecting!"

Kiritani Sento and Fuzugawa Miya breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that there is no need to start a war now.