Ghost Slayer Blacksmith's Self-Cultivation

Lao You looked at the messy ruins around him, and an unidentified red-haired monster that had lost its head, his eyes were full of horror and fear.

He looked at the backs of Tanjirou and the others leaving, and then went to the opposite position.

Now he just wants to find a place with a lot of people to have a hot meal, and calm down by the way to digest these bizarre encounters tonight.

"Yushirou, how long will Miss Zhushi's residence be!"

Tanjiro looked at Yushiro behind him and urged anxiously.

Thanks to the wooden box that Tanjiro was carrying along the way, it came in handy now.

Tanjiro put his younger brother Takeo on the wooden box steadily, and the two carried the wooden box one after the other, followed by Nezuko who still looked confused.

"Okay, it's just ahead, almost there!"

Several people passed through the wall of the blind alley full of hallucinations. At this moment, Zhu Shi had just finished treating a patient's wound, and was sipping a sip of tea alone, admiring the phantom of the cherry blossom tree beside him.

"Miss Zhu Shi, hurry up and save my brother, he seems to be dying soon!"

Tanjirou stared at Sushi desperately, as if he saw a life-saving straw, he desperately called Miss Sushi's name, his anxious state of mind was written all over his face.

"What? What happened to you when you went out this time, why did Zhuxiong suffer such a serious injury?"

Zhu Shi was also taken aback by Tanjiro's words, and she hurried up to see what happened.

At this moment, Zhuxiong had fallen into a coma due to blood loss, his left leg was fractured and dislocated, and there was a very deep knife wound on his right leg that was still bleeding from time to time.

"Tanjiro, Yushiro, you two help Takeo to the hospital bed quickly, hurry up!"

While urging, Zhu Shi rummaged through the alcohol gauze in the medical kit to help Take Xiong clean the wound and stop the bleeding.

On the other side, in a luxurious three-story villa, a handsome man was comforting a girl to sleep.

He patted the girl's back with both hands, brought his mouth close to her ear, and murmured softly in an extremely magnetic voice: "Be good, baby, go to sleep, I wish you a happy dream!"

After the man finished speaking, he quietly closed the door of his daughter's room, and came to the spacious courtyard alone, his star-like eyes were instantly dyed blood red.

A ferocious look appeared on his face, and the facial features on his entire face seemed to be twisted together, making people shudder like a ghost.

The reason why he was so angry was because he noticed that a trace of blood had disconnected by itself, and the special cargo that should have been delivered intact had completely lost contact with him.

"Impossible, it's impossible!"

The man clasped his head tightly with his hands, his expression was full of pain. The thing inside was a special existence that was born after countless terrifying experiments. How could it disappear inexplicably like this.

"Clap!"

A flowerpot fell from the courtyard wall, and at this moment a middle-aged woman was frantically picking up the pieces on the ground one by one.

However, the vision was blurred at night, and there was still a half-foot wound cut on the palm of the middle-aged woman by a sharp piece of porcelain, and blood continued to drip on the ground along the wound.

"Who!"

The man turned around, and a faint smell of blood entered the man's nostrils. Under his calm face, he faintly began to feel agitated.

The man's scarlet eyes looked at the middle-aged woman, and his eyes were full of strong murderous intent.

"Master, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop on your speech, but I just finished cleaning the house and happened to see you outside, so I didn't go up to strike up a conversation."

The middle-aged woman lowered her head and her tone was a little crying. She has been working here for more than ten years as a servant in this family, but the various gossip about her male master still made her a little scared.

The man walked towards the middle-aged woman step by step, his hands were cold, and he lifted the middle-aged woman's chin and said softly.

"Ah Hua, did you hear something you shouldn't hear, did you see something you shouldn't see?"

The man's tone was flat but revealed a strong threat. His face was ferocious and terrifying, and that somewhat unhealthy pale face was not what a normal person should look like at all.

"Master, I don't know anything, I haven't seen anything, those missing servants have nothing to do with the young master!"

The middle-aged woman was already trembling with fright. She suppressed her fear, for fear that those words would offend her master, but she was in a state of panic, and it was obvious that the maid had said something wrong.

"What missing servant, you are all lying to me, so go to hell!"

After the man finished speaking, he gently raised his left hand, and a fingernail suddenly grew longer, stabbing fiercely at the center of the middle-aged woman's forehead.

"Master, I don't know anything, so please forgive me!"

The middle-aged woman endured the discomfort caused by the huge pain, and begged desperately, but her voice gradually became rough, and her whole body began to swell continuously.

"Young Master!"

"what!"

The middle-aged woman's body began to twitch continuously, her face was covered with lines of purple blood vessels, and her swollen body made her appearance completely unrecognizable in an instant.

Her eyes were wide open, and her face was filled with multiple negative emotions such as unwillingness, fear, and despair. Her whole body swelled like an inflated balloon, and then burst into a puddle of foul-smelling flesh.

The man looked at the puddle of meat paste in front of him, looking indifferent, as if it was an ordinary thing.

"Snapped!"

The man snapped his fingers with his right hand, and the two figures jumped down from the roof at an extremely fast speed, squatting down respectfully, waiting for the man's order.

"You two, investigate for me. Who damaged the goods on the truck that was sent out tonight, and bring him back to me by the way. I will let him taste it..."

After finishing speaking, the man clenched his palms tightly, and smashed down the trunk of a big tree next to him with a fist. The trunk broke instantly, and the top of the tree fell down and fell to the side.

"Yes, this subordinate understands!"

The two squatting said in unison, but their faces were stiff.

It just feels like something is holding their heart, and their bodies are extremely uncomfortable.

"Shall I let you talk, you just listen to me with peace of mind!"

The man turned around, his blood-colored eyes looked coldly at the two people in front of him and said without any emotion.

The two of them lowered their heads even more and remained silent, not daring to make a sound, for fear of offending this moody adult.

"And I prefer to be clean, go and get rid of that mess!"

The two people who squatted down looked at each other, and immediately rushed forward to finish the meat paste and the soup without a drop, and the man beside him nodded in satisfaction.