People read the barrage at the beginning of Demon Slayer

It's so dark.

Haruki was groggy and listened with his ears sideways, as if he had heard the sound of anxious footsteps.

Am I not dead?

No, it was clearly my corpse lying on the ground, and it had been dead for a long time, and even the blood that flowed from my chest had congealed.

Not far away, Chanahui's chest still rose and fell slightly, and she was trying to stay normal, waiting for someone to arrive.

The sun rose, and the wooden house was torn apart by the sword light and ice lotus during the battle, and it couldn't stop the sunlight shining in.

Maybe it's because of this that Chanae wasn't eaten by Tong Mo.

As the

footsteps got closer, Butterfly Shinobu appeared at the backlit doorway, let out a rapid wail when she saw her dying sister at the door, and then looked at Haruto in the mess in the house, and even the short wail disappeared from her throat.

"Sister...... Brother Qingren?".

Before she knew it, her eyes were filled with tears.

The white-haired swordsman lay on his back face up, his face serene, as if he had just fallen asleep.

After losing the pump of the heart, all the blood in the body gushed out of the chest, forming a pool of black and red blood under the body.

Shinobu has been in the butterfly house for so long, and he has never seen such a large amount of bleeding.

The butterfly couldn't resist approaching that side.

Obviously he put the bowl on her head on the dining table the day before and asked her to add rice, and before he left, he was still blaming Mr. Yiyong and Mr. Rabbit for not accompanying him back to the Narrow Foggy Mountain, and he was obviously ......

Obviously such a living person, why is he lying there now, and even his chest no longer rises?

Butterfly Shinobu hugged Chanae tightly and cried in her neck: "Sister, sister, I'll take you back, let's heal the wound first......

".

Shinobi's tears fell into Chanahui's neck, and it was difficult to bring her a trace of warmth.

"Little Shinobi ......" Chana Megumi couldn't even smile. She glanced sideways at Haruto's corpse, and only bitterness remained between her lips.

Can't even Mr. Haruto get rid of dying in the hands of the string?

What about Shinobi?

She...... What should I do if I am left alone in the world?

Chanae knew that she was going to die. Blood had filled her abdomen, and if it weren't for the shred of her will to see Shinobi, she would have died on the cold floor.

She could only raise her hand with all her strength and touch Butterfly Shinobi's cheek with her cold fingertips.

"Little Shinobi...... Listen to my sister and quit the ghost slayer team......

".

The glimmer faded from those pink eyes, leaving only a deathly silence.

The girl sitting on the floor curled up on the floor sluggishly, feeling like her blood was going to freeze in the cold corpse.

......

In the early morning of the Narrow Foggy Mountain, Qingren trembled his eyelids and woke up from his state of fatigue.

He raised his hand and touched his neck, which still seemed to have the touch of being cut by an iron fan.

A trace of blood had not yet fully traced, and the cracks in his skin slowly merged at his fingertips.

Cold, sharp, sharp.

Compared to the first time when the heart was taken out by Tong Mo, the second time the head was cut off...... I think the death is even more miserable.

The first time he faced an enemy, he died twice, backtracked twice, and the remnants of the scars of the second backtrack taught him that continuous backtracking would leave scars.

If his neck is cut off again, and he goes back to the Narrow Foggy Mountains, how many scars will be left of him?

Will the whole head fall on the bed? Will the wound be traceable at that time?

If your head falls on the bed, whoever walks in will be startled hahaha.

In an instant, so many thoughts flashed through Haruto's head.

Whew......

In the last duel with Tong Mo, he arrived early to avoid Chanae being seriously injured by Tong Mo. But the two pillars combined couldn't kill Tong Mo, and this demon's blood ghost skills were so many that they were outrageous.

The two besieged him for a long time, but they were easily cut off by Tong Mo.

Judging from this situation, even if he starts shaking people from now on and calling all the familiar pillars over, the final result will only be to increase casualties.

Don't.

Haruto stood up, hesitantly opened the storage cabinet on the wall, and took out a tightly wrapped potion.

The flask was dripping with a scarlet liquid, and the mere look made Haruto's scalp tingle.

This is a potion from Zhushi, only a little bit of Xuanmi's blood is added, and it is the medicine that Zhushi has researched to cause the least damage to the human body, and of course, the lifting effect is also the smallest.

"If you want to modify your physique, you have to be familiar with the destructive effects of this drug on your body. "

Haruto thought back to Zhu Shi's words, sighed and stuffed the potion into his pocket.

"Ding!".

The blades and the iron fan clashed, sending out a string of sparks.

Tong Mo's body is very light, and a somersault dodges the horizontal slash of the Qingren.

"Oops, I didn't cut it~ But to be honest, even if you cut me, I will recover between breaths, this is the gap between people and ghosts~".

He looked at Haruto very enthusiastically: "How about drinking my blood and becoming a ghost as powerful as me?"

"Flower Breath, Land Type, Vortex!".

Flower petals fluttered at his side, and Chanae's blade interrupted Tong Mo's marketing.

"Do you want it too?

Blood Demon Magic: Scattered Lotus Blossom!

Tong Mo shook the fan in his hand, and a large piece of crystal ice flew out of the fan, carrying a large amount of frozen powder.

Chanae immediately retreated, she had already learned about the horror of these frozen powders in Haruko's reminder, and of course she didn't dare to touch them in the slightest.

Chana's attack gave Haruhto a respite, and he quietly retreated, pulling the bottle of potion out of his pocket.

Uncorked the bottle, Qingren no longer hesitated, tilted his head and poured the potion into his mouth.

The texture was slimy, and the taste was like rusty Chinese medicine, which made the base of his tongue numb almost instantly.

"Whew...... Phew......

".

The burning sensation burned from his throat to his chest, as if it was not a potion, but a bottle of a one-pound burning knife.

"Eh, what are you drinking?" Tong Mo quickly noticed his small movements, he tilted his head, and flexibly dodged Chanahui's attack and approached Haruto: "What a bitter smell~".

Chanae stared nervously at Haruto, as smart as her, of course she knew that it was Zhu Shi's potion bottle!

And what's in the bottle, you can guess it almost with a slight movement of your head!

Mr. Haruto ......

The effect of that small tube of potion was beyond Haruto's imagination, and the green tendons on his arms and forehead burst out, as if countless cells had died and reborn in his body.

But...... Won't this age quickly?

A long breath of air from his nose dispelled the jelly that had been swirling in front of his nostrils.

Haruto quickly raised his arm and gave Tong Mo, who was close to him, an elbow blow.

"Bang!".

Tong Mo, who was beaten up, was stunned: "Hey, has your speed become faster?".

Blood Demon Magic: Dry Garden Snow!

He swung his fan quickly, the shimmering metal fan slicing with frost and striking at Haruto.

"Flower Breath, Type II, Mikage Plum!".

Chanae behind him quickly plugged in, and the plum-like sword light radiated to all sides, quickly disintegrating Tong Mo's blood ghost technique.

Haruto looked at his palm, and in the next second, the blue-purple blade pierced through his left hand.

The blade pierces the palm of the hand and reaches the blade.

Blood gushed out from the palm of his hand, but instead of flowing down in strands, it was suppressed by the breathing method like a living thing, sticking to the surface of the blade!

"Breath of the Stars: Wood Type ......".

Haruto spread out his hands and pulled the blade out of his palm as if he were drawing a bow, and the wound began to heal rapidly at the last moment when the tip of the knife left his palm.

"Blood sacrifice. "

He suddenly raised his eyes, and those misty blue eyes were surging with a frenzy, and a few blood streaks were entwined in them, turning the temperament of the white-haired swordsman into madness.