Ghost Slayer Blacksmith's Self-Cultivation

After about an hour, Zhuxiong managed to chop the firewood into sevens and eights.

His little hands were red from the cold due to the snow, and his body trembled involuntarily, and white mist spewed out of his mouth from time to time.

"It's finally finished, I hope everything is safe tonight!"

Zhuxiong said silently, he picked up the firewood, picked a few thicker and stronger ones for the fire, and brought the rest to the house in batches.

When I came into the house, my body felt warm all of a sudden. I could vaguely hear the crackling of firewood in the fire, and smell the aroma of sweet potatoes from time to time.

"Brother Zhuxiong, come here quickly, mom baked a lot of sweet potatoes, they are delicious!"

Mao said mischievously while picking up a baked sweet potato.

Zhu Xiong put the firewood aside, looked at his younger siblings, and became a little dazed.

His parents divorced when he was very young, and he basically didn't feel the warmth of his family.

But after traveling to this world, he knew that he was not alone.

Zhuxiong couldn't help clenching his fists tightly, and drops of dense blood dripped from the wound on his palm, dripping on the firewood.

"Takeo, what happened to your hand?"

Nezuko walked towards Takeo quickly, picked up her embroidered handkerchief, and gently wiped the wound on Takeo's hand.

Because the wound was touched, Takeo couldn't help grinning, and Takeo, who was a little dazed just now, woke up.

"Sister Nezuko, I'm fine, I just went out to chop firewood, and I accidentally scratched my hand with the corner of the firewood."

Takeo said comfortingly, seeing Nezuko's worried expression, he couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

This kind of blood affection was something he had never felt before.

"It's okay, it's okay, if you don't believe me, look!"

Takeo quickly withdrew his injured hand, rubbed his head, and let out a hearty laugh.

But in the next second, he almost fainted, and his rosy face instantly turned pale.

Zhuxiong secretly yelled that it was not good, this bloodsickness problem could not be corrected after time travel, it seemed to be more serious than before.

Nezuko looked at the sluggish Takeo, and couldn't help feeling worried again.

"Sister Nezuko, I'm fine, maybe it's because I didn't eat in the morning, I'm a little hungry."

Takeo forced a smile to comfort Nezuko who was always worried about her.

Hearing Takeo's explanation, Nezuko felt relieved.

But in the next second, Takeo, who was still standing there, fell straight down.

Zhu Xiong woke up again, it was already dusk, looking at the sky that was getting dark, he secretly yelled that something was wrong.

He got up quickly and started to work.

Doors, windows, roofs, or vents that can interact with the outside world are all nailed with thick wood.

His mother, Zaomen Kuizhi, also asked about the reason why Takeo did this, but Takeo prevaricated everything by saying "the house is ventilated and not warm".

Nezuko fell in love with Takeo, who was in full swing, and a big question arose in his heart, "Has Takeo been hit by something?"

Takexiong worked harder and harder, and kept busy until dark amidst the astonished expressions of his family.

At night, the family is close to the warm and big stove, with sweet potatoes that have been roasted black on top, and the room exudes the aroma of sweet potatoes.

Mother Zaomen Kuizhi picked out a few sweet potatoes that were almost roasted, carefully peeled off the outer skin, and handed the yellow sweet potato inside to the youngest child, Liu Tai.

Perhaps it was because the roasting had just finished, everyone laughed when seeing Mrs. Liu wanting to eat but not daring to eat it.

After dinner, mother Zaomen Kuizhi lit a candle and placed it in front of the table.

She looked through the window, and the wanton wind and snow became rampant again. At any rate, the gaps between the doors and windows were boarded up, and the sound of the cold wind blowing could not be heard inside the house.

Mother Kamado Aoie became even more worried about her child Tanjiro.

"Brother Takeo, is what you said true? Is it true that Brother Tanjiro won't be coming back tonight?"

Hanako and Shigeru leaned on the window one by one and looked out the window, while pouted to Takeo.

"Yeah, you two should go to bed earlier, Brother Tanjiro has already told me that he will spend the night outside tonight."

Zhuxiong was also a little helpless, looking at the somewhat disappointed brother and sister, he could only speak comfortingly.

In fact, he wasn't sure if the plot was the same as in the anime, but it's better to be careful, after all, he couldn't help if he encountered a ghost with his body.

Tonight is destined to be uneventful. There are five brothers and sisters, Liutai went to bed early when she was too young, plus Hanako and Shigeru, only Takeo and Nezuko are left, and mother is still waiting eagerly.

The cold wind outside the house intensified, constantly hitting the doors and windows.

Takexiong looked at the main entrance facing the outside of the house, it was the place where it was not nailed to death because of his mother's every possible way to prevent it.

But if you think about it, if you really want to lock the main gate to death, Tanjirou's expression must be very interesting.

He listened to the wind and snow blowing outside the house, and as time went by, a trace of drowsiness gradually came to his mind.

"Bang bang bang!"

There was a rapid knocking sound at the door, and Takeo's heart rose to the point of his throat.

The mother whispered with some complaints, her tone was full of worry for her son Tanjiro, she got up quickly and went to the door.

"Mom, you can't open the door, go back!"

Zhuxiong's voice couldn't help raising a few decibels, but the mother who was going to open the door in the distance just stood there for a moment, and her hand had already stopped on the rotary handle instinctively, and opened the door.

"Jie Jie Jie!"

"what--!"

"mom!"

Although Takeo had predicted that the ghosts would attack here tonight, but when faced with all this, the fear from his heart could not stop his body from trembling.

It was a ferocious ghost, his eyes radiated a frightening fierce light, he threw his mother's Zaomen Kuizhi to the ground, swallowed the blood basin in one gulp, and the gushing blood flowed out unstoppably.

Zhuxiong watched his mother's body being torn in half, and there was no movement in the blink of an eye, only the wind and snow outside the house roaring wantonly.

"Blood, blood!"

In an instant, various negative emotions prevailed, fear of helplessness and self-blame, Zhuxiong's brain went blank, the bright red blood, the body's instinctive legs became weak, and a strong sense of fainting hit him.

"Zhuxiong, take your brothers and sisters and run! Run!"

Nezuko, who was closest to the ghost, said loudly while holding back her grief, and picked up the stool next to her and directly hit the evil ghost's face.

"boom!"

Perhaps it was stimulated by the blood just now, the evil ghost became very excited, bit off one of Nezuko's arms, pierced her lower abdomen with his palm, and threw Nezuko to the wall like throwing garbage.

The evil ghost's sharp claws were covered with Nezuko's blood, and the scarlet tongue was constantly licking, full of pleasure.

"elder sister!"

Takexiong strengthened his will, and saw his sister Nezuko fell to the ground injured under the claws of the evil spirit, showing resentment, shouting loudly, but his body was as heavy as a shot put and could not move.