Demon Slayer: The Undead Swordsman of Thunder

The sharp wind hit the gate of the dilapidated temple. With the cold moonlight, through the half-open door, a ghost can be seen gnawing.

A loud clang interrupted the meal. The evil ghost turned his head in anger and was about to start spraying. Before he could speak, a dazzling knife light had already passed.

"Heavenly Dao..."

Just as it was about to shout out the person's name, the blade pierced through his mouth. Fei Yuzhen smiled bitterly and said helplessly:

"It seems that being too famous is not a good thing!"

Glancing at the poor man behind him, he mourned for three seconds. A moment later, a new grave was added outside the temple.

Sitting on the steps, ignoring the bloody smell in the temple, Fei Yuzhen ate dry food.

Gradually, a few snowflakes fell.

Swallowing the dry food and exhaling white breath, he murmured: "It's snowing!"

After eating with the bloody smell, Fei Yuzhen was ready to leave. He currently had a doubt.

That is, there has been no news about the Twelve Demon Moons for more than half a year. The demons that were beheaded recently were only close to the strength of the Lower String.

The Lower String seems to be completely extinct.

It is estimated that the scum boss has used the power of the demon pillar in advance to abolish the Lower String.

This will increase the workload of the Demon Slayer Corps. After all, some demons can still reach the level of the Lower String, but there is no number in the eyes, which will cause misunderstanding.

Damn scum boss, bastard.

If you are unhappy, just scold Muzan.

Feiyuzhen shook his head and could only take one step at a time. Anyway, two upper strings have been cut, and the pressure on the Demon Slayer Corps is always less.

He didn't move away from the ruined temple for a few steps. Two crows flew down from the distant sky. They landed on Feiyuzhen's shoulders, one of which was a holy sword.

Its cold voice sounded, "There is news about the Kamado family!"

Hearing this, Feiyuzhen was in a good mood. He hurriedly removed the small note on the foot of the holy sword.

[Makoto, the suspected descendants of the Sun Breathing that you asked me to investigate, the Kamado family, have found some clues. The address is...]

"Great!"

Unable to hide his excitement, he hurriedly took out a pen and paper to write back.

He tied the letter to the foot of another crow, and it immediately set off with the reply.

The last big stone in Feiyuzhen's heart fell halfway to the ground. After all, it had been too long, and he had long forgotten where Tanjiro's family lived. He only remembered that they sold charcoal.

Relying only on the surname and the two characteristics of selling charcoal to find someone in the whole country is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

In fact, the plan to find the Kamado family started two years ago. The Ubuyashiki family spent a lot of manpower, material resources and financial resources to finally get the information of this family out of the vast sea of ​​people.

Feiyuzhen only hopes to catch up and is ready to confront Muzan head-on.

The holy blade spreads its wings and flies high. It has already conducted specific investigations and remembers the way.

The snow was getting heavier, falling like goose feathers, gradually covering Fei Yuzhen's figure.

Finally, the snow even covered the world, making everything blurry and the world seemed to be still.

There was only a vast expanse of white, blurry.

...

The snow curtain gradually became thinner, the white faded, and the world returned to a clear and bright state.

The moonlight fell in the heavy snow, and the light reflected from the snow illuminated the entire yard.

This was a remote courtyard, and a man in a white suit was sitting under the eaves wiping the blood on his hands.

Behind it was a mess, and the originally warm family of four fell in a pool of blood. The biting wind rushed into the hall, whimpering.

"It's so disgusting!"

Wuzan threw away his handkerchief with a look of disgust and commented coldly.

When he looked up, the door of the courtyard was pushed open by someone and then closed again, and a deep purple afterimage moved horizontally in the snow to Wuzan.

"My Lord, I found a human who is related to the Breathing of the Sun."

Kuroshibo half-knelt in front of Muzan. Even though the other party had repeatedly emphasized that this was not necessary, he, a warrior of the Warring States period, abided by the rules of hierarchy.

Since being psychologically traumatized by Yoriichi Tsugikoku, in the past few hundred years, the boss has not only the main task of finding the blue spider lily, but also a task of killing all people related to Yoriichi and all descendants of the Breathing of the Sun.

Only he and Kokushibo knew about this.

After a long pause, Muzan spoke up and said, "I'll go this time. I haven't stretched my muscles for a long time!"

"Yes!"

Kuroshibo bowed his head and answered respectfully.

Muzan learned the specific location from Kokushibo through the power of ghost blood.

"Haven't you met Tendou Hiyujin recently?" It suddenly asked, with murderous intent in its eyes quietly emerging.

"My Lord, no, otherwise I would have killed him. The same thing won't happen twice."

When it comes to Touma, the image of his "dear" brother comes to Kokushibo's mind.Shadow, the deep red hair color is really annoying.

"The madman Baimu must be looking for Feiyuzhen as well. That idiot only wants the other party to grow up, and will even protect him."

"Don't let that madman know, after all, it is a knife that kills Feiyuzhen, and no one is sharper than it."

This is why Muzan kept Baimu. No matter how it disobeys, it wants to kill Feiyuzhen after all, but the upright means are too stupid.

"You go!"

Muzan waved his hand, and Kokushibo disappeared in the blink of an eye like the falling snow.

Muzan stood up gracefully and walked out of the door calmly. A faint voice sounded,

"Liekong, those unpalatable things will be rewarded to you!"

As soon as the voice fell, an ecstatic voice came from underground, and a ghost with a morbid expression emerged from the dark purple mud. Unlike last time, there were numbers in its eyes.

Upper String Four, Liekong.

It is not without reason that it can become stronger in such a short time. After all, it has been following behind the boss to pick up the leaks. You know, if it is not rare blood, the boss will not eat at all.

Sensing that Muzan's breath has completely disappeared, Jikong picked up the blood-stained handkerchief on the ground like a dog and sniffed it.

"Ah——"

"It is the smell of adults, so fragrant!"

Facts have proved that if the strength is not too strong, the more perverted the ghost is, the more favored Muzan will be.

The super big licker Jikong is the pervert, even more perverted than Nightmare.

The moonlight passed through this remote courtyard, through the broken temple and new grave in the wind and snow, and penetrated the earth.

It was like a silver dividing line, cutting the space apart.

Above the dividing line, the snow was so heavy that it swallowed the world, but the crimson ponytail fluttered in the wind, and the pair of golden eyes shone brightly, and the wind and snow could not cover its brilliance.

Below the dividing line, the snow stopped, the world was clear, the white ghost was hidden in the dark, and the blood-red pupils could not see the light no matter how they glowed.

Winter has come, and they are all heading towards the same destination.

Guardianship and murderous intent are intertwined in the same snow.