Human account is forced to full level

Terrifyingly terrifying.

While holding the comatose child in his arms, Gafan's face was full of distress at this time.

"Finally the memory is restored, that's good, that's good, then..."

He turned his head silently, glanced at the ogre who was completely frozen and did not dare to move, and smiled politely with cold eyes.

"Go to hell."

Chapter 230: Do you dare to come?

The first ray of dawn has shone on the earth and dispelled the night.

Somewhere in the woods outside Forging Knife Village.

A [-]-meter radius was burnt to a piece of scorched earth by the black flames.

However, the vitality of this place has not been cut off. After the dust from the remnants of the wooden dragon melts into the ground, it will make the soil here more fertile and allow new vegetation to grow in the coming year.

Gavan held Tokito Wuichiro who had been completely cured by himself but was still in a coma with one hand, and with the other hand he casually grabbed the head of Aopoten, which was slowly turning into ashes.

Don't get me wrong, he didn't do it, and it wasn't the morning sun.

But it's just because the main body of the upper string on the other side has just been beheaded by Kamado Tanjiro and others as in the original book, and at the same time, the child Kamado Nezuko has also successfully overcome the sunlight at this time, standing in the morning light Down.

In other words, the Zaomen family, who inherited the Sun's breathing method from Ji Guoyuanyi, all have such a talent.

"Hey, Onimui Tsuji, I know you're looking here."

Gavan looked down at the head of the evil ghost that was about to disappear into the world, and met his terrified eyes, as if he wanted to see the ancestor of the ghost hiding in a dark corner through the other party.

"By using the "Blood Curse" to obtain information through the senses and thought memory of all ghosts, you can know in advance and avoid irresistible enemies. That guy Yuanyi should have been troubled by your ability back then. I shot ghosts before. You should have 'seen' the process a few times, which is really troublesome."

"But it doesn't matter now."

Gavan turned his head and glanced into the distance, as if through the cover of the forest, he saw under a certain cliff, the red-haired boy who survived the catastrophe, who was hugging the ghost girl who was trying to speak, wailing with joy in his heart crying.

"The thing you have been pursuing for thousands of years has appeared, and it is within my field of vision, so next..."

He crushed the evil ghost's head casually, and at the same time, he also passed on the last whisper of a chuckle, or a mocking question.

"Do you dare to come?"

......

at the same time.

miles away.

Somewhere by a thawed forest stream.

The remnants of the ice dolls and the water lily Bodhisattva, which were chopped into pieces, covered the hoarfrost-stained lawn, but they were also rapidly melting under the morning light.

Accompanied by a headless corpse missing most of its body and dressed like a cultist, it is also rapidly turning into ashes.

The second of the winding, the ice ghost Tong Mo, has been beheaded.

"Shoulders are a little sore."

Putting the knife back into its sheath, he found a random stone and sat down, and lit a cigarette for himself as a reward.

Ye Jiansuke lowered his eyes, looking tiredly at the still standing in front of him, maintaining that flawless posture, his body was full of unhealed cut marks, and the headless mutilated body with blue lines representing sinners. Body, slowly spit out a smoke ring.

"You ghosts are mediocre in strength, but you are really resistant to cutting."

"Again... Come again..."

Yi Wozuo, whose consciousness was slowly dissipating, made a vague voice that was still full of fighting spirit.

"Continue to fight with me, strong man."

"Okay, okay, I know you like fighting very much, don't talk about it."

The sloppy man smiled helplessly, and was accidentally choked by the white smoke that filled his mouth. Coupled with the mud and blood stains on his body, he couldn't help but look a little embarrassed.

"Ahem, the cigarettes given by the old village chief are really strong."

He shook his head slightly, and then looked at the headless body in front of him again: "Is your name Yiwozuo? I remember, compared to that guy who still had a smirk on his face until death, you seem magnanimous More... At least you won't attack the unconscious girl behind me as a condition for fighting me."

"Of course not... I don't kill women, that's despicable, it's against..."

Yiwozuo's voice was intermittent: "My principles and bottom line as a strong man."

"Principles and bottom line? That's really a good thing. At least sticking to them won't turn you into a hopeless beast."

Glancing at the increasingly obvious white belly in the sky, Yamisuke, who remembered the fact that the evil spirit would be directly scorched to death by the sun, subconsciously sped up his speech a little.

"To be honest, this is the first time I've met a type like you who fights with bare hands but is not weak. All the people who fought with me before were all like the guy who used ice, that is, magic or something..."

He looked down at the many bruises and wounds left by the opponent's iron fist on his sturdy body like an iron tower, and continued to take a puff of the cigarette that he couldn't quit as if nothing had happened.

He's fine with that too.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this, it's meaningless, and seeing that you are about to be reduced to ashes, I probably don't need me to help you dig a grave on the spot."

Ye Jiansuke looked at each other calmly: "Although you smell like blood like that guy just now, I am surprised that I don't hate you very much... It's convenient to say that you still maintain your fighting spirit until now the reason?"

"Take it as a last word or something, let's chat casually."

"...the reason for my fighting?"

Yiwozuo, who has been fighting non-stop for hundreds of years, whispered a little confused for the first time before dying.

Yes, why does he want to become stronger?

I always feel... as if I forgot someone or something.

"Father...Master..."

Yi Wozuo subconsciously whispered to himself, saying the name of a person who died hundreds of years ago, that is——

his wife.

"Lianxue... sorry, I didn't protect you well..."

Yiwozuo's voice began to become softer and more vague, as if he was talking about something he had long forgotten, but Ye Jianjie was just smoking a cigarette and listening quietly The last confession of a dying man.

After a long time.

A cigarette is burned out.

The body of the warrior has also been completely reduced to ashes, and slowly dispersed with the crisp breeze.

After the tired man remained silent for a while, he didn't say anything, but lit himself a choking cigarette again with a blank expression, took a deep breath, and coughed uncontrollably.

"This guy's name is Komaji, cough, cough, cough."

It sounds like a good name for a warrior.

The man smoked silently, thinking this way.

And after a while.

On the lawn covered with dew, a girl who had been in a coma since last night slowly opened her eyes, looking around blankly.

"Where am I...?"

The girl muttered to herself, and after subconsciously touching her immature face, she found that the mask was gone.

So she hastily took out a spare Fireman mask from her bosom in a panic, and put it on skillfully again. At the same time, she finally noticed the familiar man sitting in the distance in front of him under the swaying morning light. uncle.

Sloppy clothes, melancholy eyes, sparse beard, and unkempt face against the background of light and shadow, and a mess of jet black hair.

And there was a half-burned cigarette dangling casually in his mouth.

"Stinky brat, since you're awake, hurry back to the village and have breakfast with your family."

Ye Jianjie stood up slowly, and yawned lazily, regardless of the stunned expression of the little guy who had been protected by him all night, he waved his hands casually, turned around and left up.

"There is no danger here."

......

Somewhere in an unknown mountain forest with few people.

[-] meters underground.

Infinite City.

In a certain dark and spacious room, a voice full of ecstasy was echoing crazily.

"Finally appeared, finally appeared... well done, half-day dog, the guy who overcame the sun finally appeared!!!"

In the shadows, a woman wearing a kimono embroidered with bewitching patterns and wearing her hair in a bun, with skin as pale as paper and red pupils, was covering her face with her hands, unable to restrain her emotions.

"It's been a thousand years, it's too long, a rare physique that hasn't even appeared in the twelve ghost moons, the chosen ghost... now there is no need to look for the blue flower of the other side!"

As long as she eats the girl named Zaomen Nezuko and ingests it into her body, she can also successfully overcome the sun and make up for the last defect!

On the woman's cold and delicate face, there was a morbid smile.

She, no, he is Ghost Dance Tsuji Mumi.

The current female posture is transformed from "full mimicry".

And this comes from the ability developed hundreds of years ago in order to better avoid someone, allowing him to freely change his appearance, gender, smell, etc. The convenient ability to change it.

Relying on this ability, he has been hidden in the vast sea of ​​people, and has not been found by any ghost slayer for hundreds of years...except for the boy wearing the sun pattern earrings that he met not long ago.

"The long wait is finally coming to an end. From now on, the annoying sunlight will no longer be an obstacle for me, and I will have a perfect longevity without any weaknesses!"

Oni Wu Tsuji was so excited that his hands trembled slightly, but as if he suddenly remembered something, his movements and expressions suddenly froze.

"That strange yet powerful human being... Onmyoji?"

According to the "information" obtained from Wu Yuhu, who has died, Oniwu Tsuji, who confirmed the strange identity of the other party, fell silent for a while, and suddenly showed a hideous and terrifying expression on his pale face.

"Ask me if I dare to come? Who do you think you are, that person from hundreds of years ago...you dare to threaten me!"

The ancestor of ghost let out a hysterical growl.

After thousands of years, it was with great difficulty that he saw the hope that he could become a truly perfect creature for the first time.

Even if he obtained an unreasonably strong extra-standard strength from the few evil spirits eliminated by the opponent, he would never back down this time.

"Naruto girl!"

Oni Wu Tsuji's cold voice echoed throughout the dead silent Infinite City.

"Take out all the "special nutrients" that I have accumulated for hundreds of years!"

The flesh and blood of the body was deformed, and after a few seconds, it changed back to the usual appearance of a young man in a black suit with delicate features.

Onimai Tsuji Musan held tightly the delicate cane that smelled of blood, and pounded heavily on the wooden floor.

There was a faint hint of desperate madness in the voice.

"The "Perfect Evolution" plan that has been planned for a hundred years...can begin."

Chapter 230: Three Little Strongs

three days later.

Forging knife village.

With the efforts of the craftsmen, the damaged part of the building caused by the evil spirits attacking the village before has basically been repaired.

The smoke representing lunch rises from all over the village, and the air is still faintly filled with the smell of food.

At this time, a certain sloppy uncle with a cigarette dangling from his mouth was sitting on a wooden post at the head of the village, looking at the three people with different characteristics in front of him with a blank expression.

Or to be precise, he was looking at the two little ghosts standing beside Kamado Tanjirou.

One was a boy with round eyebrows and a yellow haori with a triangular pattern on his uniform and short blonde hair.

The inexplicable embarrassment and panic on this guy's face made some veins pop up on his forehead.

The other is a strange boy with a gray boar headgear, deer fur around his waist, bear fur around his feet, a burly figure with a naked upper body, and for some reason only wearing a pair of Ghost Slayer trousers on his lower body.

This guy has the breath of a beast.

Ye Jianjie blew out a smoke ring lightly, thinking this way in his heart.

"Hi, I, I, my name is my wife Shanyi."