Demon Slayer: The Undead Swordsman of Thunder

Feiyuzhen held Yiyong's shoulders, looked him in the eye, and said very seriously:

"Listen to me, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah!" Yiyong nodded repeatedly. It was the first time someone wanted to talk to him so eagerly. Feiyuzhen was automatically classified as a good friend.

He found that the other person had a mask of the evil-repelling mask of the rabbit hanging on his head, so he naturally hung his own mask on the other side.

This sudden action startled Feiyuzhen. Yiyong recognized me?

I haven't started yet, okay?

He sighed imperceptibly and was in no mood to tell a story, so he asked directly:

"Did your sister save your life hoping that you would die?"

"If you don't care about your own life, what's the point of your sister's efforts?"

"If Mr. Urokodaki, Makomo, and Sato knew that you have always had such thoughts in your heart, wouldn't they be sad?"

After three consecutive questions, Yiyong was stunned. He stared at Feiyuzhen with an incredible look on his face. He didn't understand why he knew him so well.

In addition to being shocked, Yiyong lowered his head in shame, and he couldn't help asking himself.

Sister, am I wrong to do this?

Feiyuzhen patted Yiyong on the shoulder and said earnestly: "Yiyong, people who indulge in the past cannot grasp the future!"

"Your future is not only your future, but also your sister's and the people around you."

"Think about it carefully. If you die, they will be sad."

As he said, Feiyuzhen pointed at Santu and said with a little threat:

"If you die, Santu may not hold the knife. After all, he is a man who values ​​friendship and loyalty. It is inevitable that he will be hit hard by the death of his best friend!"

"You also said that Santu is very powerful. You don't want him to be decadent because of you, right?"

Yiyong stared at Feiyuzhen blankly. He felt that what the other party said made a lot of sense. If that were the case, it would be too bad.

"Also, did I save your life?"

"Yeah, yeah!" Yiyong nodded like a chick pecking at rice, "Thank you!"

"So if you don't cherish your life, it will bother me!"

"Alas!"

Feiyuzhen lowered his eyebrows and eyes, looking heartbroken.

"I will work hard to hone myself, and try not to die!" Yiyong said sincerely, his eyes were like torches, and he looked like he had established the direction of his life.

"Very good!" Feiyuzhen nodded with relief, he coughed a few times, and said, "So can you lend me your dry food to eat?"

"Your good buddy, I'm starving!"

"Please use it!" Yiyong handed over the package without hesitation, as obedient as a little lamb, and behind Feiyuzhen, a treacherous big bad wolf appeared.

All that should be said has been said, and as for how much Yiyong listened to, Feiyuzhen was about to eat.

"Dry food!"

"Dry food!"

"Long live dry food! o(￣▽￣)o"

Giyuu held the Nichirin sword and murmured:

"I will work hard to become stronger and will never let my friends and master down!"

"I will seize the future and take my sister's share with me."

The next morning, Santu always felt that something was different about Giyuu, but couldn't tell what was wrong.

In short, it looked like a good change.

After killing the hand ghost, everyone completely let themselves go on Fujiki Mountain and began to look for ghosts all over the mountain.

Of the one hundred ghosts, none survived except those who hid in places that people could not reach.

Soon, time came to the night of the seventh day, and the final selection was about to end.

A group of teenagers sat around the campfire and began to show off their achievements.

"This time I killed a total of fifteen ghosts. How about it, awesome, hahaha!" Kyojuro held his head high and chest out, like a lion.

"I also killed fifteen, but there is one strongest hand ghost!" Santu patted Xingshou's shoulder with an expression that said, "Brother, you still need to practice."

"Wow, awesome! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧" The elder brother gave a thumbs up and proposed a competition, which Santu gladly accepted.

After a while, the water and fire collided violently. Feiyuzhen hurriedly used his body to protect the grilled fish beside the campfire. He rolled his eyes at the two and complained:

"I said, go fight somewhere else, don't damage my fish!"

"Hey! How many ghosts did you kill?"

Xiaobanai stared at Feiyuzhen and asked. He killed twenty of them and wanted to dig three feet in the ground to find ghosts.

Feiyuzhen scratched his head. He didn't really want to compete with these guys, but when he helped Santu deal with the hand ghosts, he accidentally killed ten of them.

He scratched his head and laughed, "About thirty, hahaha!"

"I'll eat the fish, you can help yourself!"

"Wait a minute,Eat more, let's practice? ! "The corners of Xiao Banai's mouth twitched slightly, and he dragged the yelling Fei Yuzhen to the side.

"Wait!"

"I haven't eaten yet, you masochist!"

"Let me go!"

"Mom said, fighting is not a good thing!"

"You are an orphan, without a mother!" Xiao Banai ruthlessly finished the knife, and Fei Yuzhen almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

Listen, is this human language?

"Jealous, you are just jealous of my strength!"

Under the starry sky, the four teenagers were noisy, only Murata and Yiyong sat quietly by the campfire.

Murata was like a bronze player who strayed into the king's game, and he was in a big head. He muttered in his heart:

"Are these guys still human?"

"Are all ghosts so bad?"

Seeing that Yiyong had been silent, he leaned over and asked: "Yiyong, how many ghosts have you killed? "

"I forgot, maybe more than a dozen!"

Hearing this, Murata was stunned.

No, are you all here to participate in the selection, or to purchase goods?

So there are so many ghosts on the mountain?

Murata was shocked. He was like a frost-bitten eggplant. He quietly moved his butt away and was sad alone.

Yiyong glanced at the few people flashing in the distance, and then looked at Murata and asked:

"Shall we compete?"

Murata looked at Yiyong in disbelief, you and me?

Are you sure you are not kidding?

"Why?"

"Because it is more sociable. "

Murata shook his head frantically, refusing at the speed of light, because he would die if he sparred with these guys.

Suddenly, a blade wind came, and the bonfire was overturned, turning into starlight.

Murata was so scared that his heart almost stopped beating, and he was numb.

I shouldn't have been so shameless to be with these guys!

Mom, save me!

I want to run away!ε=ε=ε=┌(；´°ェ°)┘

Soon, Murata shook his head, he didn't want to be looked down upon .

On the other hand, Yiyong ate the grilled fish leisurely, and even saved a few grilled fish. He remembered that Feiyu said he was not full.

Tired of fighting, several people lay on the lawn and fell asleep.

Yiyong took the grilled fish and looked at the starry sky quietly.

Murata silently kept watch for this group of abnormal guys.

As the sky turned pale, the first ray of dawn in the morning penetrated the clouds and fell on the quiet Fujiki Mountain.

The final selection was over.