Tom Cat breaks through the dimensional wall

Rhodes is located west of San Antis and is a town that prospered due to the gold rush.

Killing ghosts was the most important thing, so Tang Mu and the others didn't rest for too long at James' factory. They just confirmed that the ordered goods were fine, made some modifications to the wooden box where Nezuko slept, and then set off again.

The clothes of the Demon Slayers were too eye-catching in the United States, so at Tom's suggestion, everyone changed into clothes with very American western characteristics.

Shirts, waistcoats, breeches, riding boots, revolvers and rifles, and even a cowboy hat for everyone.

After buying four horses from James and getting the map, Tom and his party started riding forward.

I have to say that after changing their outfits, Tang Mu and the others were no longer so noticeable.

When we were in Japan, due to the ban on swords issued during the Meiji Restoration, members of the Demon Slayer Corps had to be careful to hide their Nichirin swords when they went to big cities.

As for the United States?

The people here are simple and simple, and even if Tang Mu and the others pull a cannon through the city with a horse, it won't be a big problem.

Tomioka Yiyu was riding a horse, and Tom Mu was back to back with him, holding a newspaper in both hands, crossing his legs, half lying on the saddle and reading the newspaper, looking very leisurely and contented.

This look of Tom Mu is familiar to my wife Zenitsu.

While reading the newspaper, Tom Mu's voice slowly reached everyone's ears.

"The ghost on Rhodes' side in the intelligence is most likely the jade pot with a string of five, which is at least 150 years old this year. Before he became a ghost, he was a pervert who liked to kill animals and sew scales and bones on the pot. This behavior is called art.”

"After becoming a ghost, Yu Hu's blood ghost skills are also related to his experiences in life. He can move instantly in the pot, and can also use his pot to summon various aquatic animals. And his complete body has more than Diamond also has hard scales and can turn anything it touches into a fish."

"When fighting him, pay attention to destroying his pot first, which can destroy his magic. Also, be careful not to get trapped by the water in his pot. It is not easy to break free from that kind of vampire magic. "

Tom Mu is very familiar with Onibutsuji Muzan and the Shangxian ghosts, and everyone has known this for a long time.

Therefore, when Tang Mu told the information about Yuhu in such detail, everyone was not surprised and just listened attentively.

"Kibutsuji Mumei has always been operating in Japan, but now he suddenly sent the Oni to the United States. There must be something important. We just take advantage of this opportunity to find out the news. We can also lure Yuhu. Come out and kill two birds with one stone.”

Tanjiro listened quietly and asked curiously: "Master Tom, do you have any plans?"

"Um."

Tom Mu nodded, and while reading the news about aliens and UFOs in the newspaper with great interest, he told Tanjiro and the others about his plan: "The ones who have disappeared recently are all famous artists, and Yuhu also claims to be one of them. An artist."

"As long as we pretend to be artists and operate in Rhodes, we will definitely be able to attract Yuhu out."

"It's just that evil ghosts can transmit information through blood. I'm afraid that Yuhu has already known your appearance, so this operation will be carried out by Inosuke and I. Inosuke always wears a hood, and no ghost knows his true identity. By the time Inosuke and I put on a little disguise, we can look like locals."

"This plan sounds fine, but how are you going to pretend to be artists? Isn't this difficult?"

Tanjiro asked nervously.

"That's right! Inosuke came from the mountains! He doesn't understand art at all!"

My wife, Zenitsu, was holding her hair with both hands, her facial expression reappearing.

"Uh-huh!"

Even Nezuko's voice came from Tanjiro's wooden box. She seemed to have woken up and heard everyone's exchanges.

"Don't worry about art. It's my strength. I'm sure I'll be famous soon."

Tom Mu put away the newspaper, his face full of confidence.

A week later, Rhodes.

Yu Hu, who had wrapped himself tightly so that no one could see his appearance, was pushing a display cart as usual, showing off porcelain pots printed with various beautiful patterns to passers-by.

He learned other people's languages ​​through blood, and within a few months of coming to the United States, Yuhu had already mastered fluent English.

At this time, he was introducing the various beautiful porcelains displayed on the exhibition car to the people around him.

Yuhu said that the pots he made were art, but he was not exaggerating.

Those porcelain pots with attractive colors, birds, fish, insects, cherry blossoms and willows are indeed very beautiful.

"Are these porcelains from the East? They are so beautiful. Can I touch them?"

Several well-dressed white people and their female companions gathered in front of the exhibition car. One of them, a man with a mustache, asked Yuhu.

"You can't touch it. This is the most perfect art in the world. But you are very discerning, so let you guys appreciate it."

Yuhu seemed to be in a good mood when he heard someone complimenting his porcelain pot.

"Stop watching, these are boring. I heard that the horse-drawn carriage artist will be performing in the city center every night recently. Let's go see that."

The female companion with a mustache didn't seem to like Yu Hu's bottles very much. Feeling bored, she hugged the man's hand and shook it coquettishly.

Mustache didn't have any other ideas.

Seeing that his female companion didn't want to stay here, he followed her wishes and walked hand in hand with her towards the city center.

A couple left, and the rest of the onlookers asked about the price. When they found out that Yu Hu was not for sale and had no business to do, they lost interest and turned away one by one.

All the people who could appreciate art left, and Yu Hu's face hidden under the black robe instantly became very gloomy.

"Carriage artist? It's him again! He has only been here for a few days, and his reputation is so big? My pot is the most perfect art in the world, what is he!"

Yu Hu was very upset. Listening to the noise from the city center, he pushed the exhibition cart towards the city center.

As soon as he approached, Yu Hu heard a melodious piano sound coming from the crowd in front.

A fixed piano was parked on a simple stage transformed from a carriage.

A black cat in a tuxedo closed his eyes slightly, and played the piano gracefully with both hands on the keys.

This is Liszt's "Hungarian Rhapsody".

Its melody is either slow and solemn, expressing the Hungarian people's grief and accusation of the nation's misfortune, or full of speed, showing the Hungarians' bold, optimistic and enthusiastic national character.

The performance of the black cat perfectly brought the onlookers into the world of piano music.

As the piano rhythm became more cheerful, the hearts of the audience were also lifted up with the melody, and their eyes were fixed on the black cat playing like a piano master on the stage.

The speed of the music gradually increased, the intensity became stronger and stronger, and the music entered a group dance scene that showed the carnival of the masses. The audience seemed to see wild dance steps, soaring melodies, and rapid rhythms!

When the music reached a strong climax, the music paused. The "dancers" left, but people gathered again, and the music sounded again, restoring the previous enthusiasm, and finally ended the whole song in the exciting and boiling atmosphere.

The last key fell, and the lingering sound lingered.

After a few seconds of silence, the audience immediately burst into warm applause and cheers!

To express their love, the gentlemen and ladies threw a lot of flowers onto the stage of the carriage.

Outside the crowd, Yu Hu clenched his fists as he watched the black cat leave the piano and bow gracefully to the audience.

Finally, he couldn't help but shout at the black cat on the stage: "What kind of art is that! Real art should be like mine!"