Demon Slayer: Add friends to become stronger! Zenitsu is my best friend

After two days, Tanjiro and his two companions took turns to attack the mechanical puppet, and they finally figured out the attack pattern.

After understanding the pattern, it was much easier for the three to deal with it.

In the afternoon of the same day, they chopped off the puppet's head and obtained the Rusty Sun Wheel Sword from the puppet.

When Luochuan, who was still soaking in the hot spring, learned the news, he slowly stood up from the pool.

Fine drops of water slowly slid down Luochuan's very sculpted body.

The day when Tanjiro took out the Rusty Sun Wheel Sword was the day when Yuhu and Hantengu destroyed the Swordsmith Village.

Although with the appearance of Zenitsu and Inosuke, the time of the plot may change.

But just in case, Luochuan decided to go to the back mountain tonight.

After drying his body, Luochuan put on his cloud pattern gown and walked towards the back mountain.

Night fell, swallowing the entire Swordsmith Village into darkness.

Luochuan walked slowly on the path in the back mountain, and had not found anything unusual for the time being.

"Are we here too early?"

Luochuan muttered as he looked at the dark forest that was no different from usual.

In the original plot, Tanjiro and the mechanical puppet fought for about three or four days before defeating the mechanical puppet. It may still be a little early now, but it doesn't matter, just treat it as a daily patrol. Just as

Luochuan's figure relaxed a little, his footsteps slowly climbed up.

Step by step, he walked up the stone steps sprinkled white by the moonlight.

The mountain breeze accompanied the silence of the late night, gently caressing the treetops and the tips of Luochuan's hair.

However, just as Luochuan was about to step onto the third step, his steps stopped abruptly.

In the air, an almost pungent fishy smell quietly came.

It silently drilled into Luochuan's nasal cavity, triggering his vigilance.

Luochuan's face condensed. There were several small streams in the back mountain, and there were quite a few fish in them.

But the fresh smell of water plants was completely different from the fishy smell at the moment.

This is a kind of fierce, wild, with a hint of blood and corruption intertwined.

"I didn't come early, the time is just right."

Luochuan knew who the upper-rank demon with a fishy smell was without thinking too much.

Upper rank five - Yuhu.

An upper-rank demon who has a mysterious love for the pots he made.

One of the"friends" that Luochuan Swordsmith Village is going to make.

The key to making friends with Yuhu is to praise his pots.

Yuhu was happy and agreed to Luochuan's verbal friend just for fun.

The next moment, Luochuan's figure disappeared from the spot and appeared on the treetops on the side.

The branches bent under the treetops carried his weight, and it seemed that he didn't feel anything. No pressure, just a slight shake, and then it regained its calm.

The tree where Luochuan stood was one of the taller trees in the back mountain.

Standing on the treetop, the view of the back mountain was unobstructed.

Luochuan initially wanted to rely on the talent of the gap line to determine the location of the jade pot.

But I don’t know what the jade pot did. The mountainside was filled with a strong fishy smell.

The fishy smell was so strong that it even covered up the unique breath of the ghost on the jade pot.

Unable to determine the location of the jade pot by nose, Luochuan could only observe from a high place.

Standing on the tall branches of the back mountain, Luochuan was like a sculpture. He existed quietly like a statue.

His eyes were particularly bright in the night, like cat's eyes, emitting a faint light.

That was because of the strange scene painted by the moonlight and his highly concentrated sight.

His sight slowly swept through the mountains and forests, and every corner was reflected in Luochuan's eyes.

The trees swayed in the night wind, making rustling sounds.

During this silent observation, a faint sound of birds and animals came into Luochuan's ears.

Luochuan's eyes froze on the place where the birds and animals were startled, and his body disappeared into the night without any warning.

Just like a drop of water sliding into a pond, It did not cause any ripples.

The next moment, he appeared on a treetop with a wider view.

The moonlight penetrated through the dense and sparse leaves, casting mottled light and shadows on his white cloud-patterned gown.

His figure looked looming, like a ghost.

A jade pot appeared in Luochuan's field of vision.

The jade pot was placed in the middle of the stairs, motionless.

It was indeed a jade pot. Was it waiting here for the knife maker to come?

Luochuan tilted his head slightly and followed the stairs. Soon, he saw a knife maker who had just finished taking a hot spring bath and was about to return to the village.

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Tiewei had just finished soaking in the hot springs, and he felt refreshed.

The fatigue from the daytime in the forging room disappeared under the gentle touch of the hot springs.

Now he just needed to go back and have a good sleep and prepare for tomorrow's work.

The fulfilled satisfaction made Tiewei's steps lighter.

"I have been soaking for a long time. It is getting dark. I have to go back quickly. I have a lot of things to do tomorrow. Looking at the dark night, Tiewei was not worried about any accidents, but was afraid of delaying tomorrow's things.

The clogs on Tiewei's feet made a crisp sound when stepping on the steps.

Suddenly, Tiewei suddenly found a jade pot right below the steps.

The pattern on the surface of the jade pot was not exquisite, with only a few green weeping willows and brightly colored unreasonable flowers.

It looked like a graffiti drawn by a child.

"Jade pot? There was no such thing when I came here just now."

Tiewei was a little confused and recalled carefully what happened when he came here. This pot should have appeared here when he was taking a hot spring bath.

"How dangerous! Who put a pot here?

Tiewei said as he walked towards the jade pot, ready to take it away to prevent it from being broken and causing unnecessary harm.

When he arrived in front of the jade pot, Tiewei looked inside the dark pot mouth. It was pitch black and he could not see anything.

""Let's take it away."

Tiewei stretched out his hand. Before his hand touched the pot, a thick black liquid like ink suddenly emerged from the mouth of the pot.

The black liquid formed a hand and firmly grasped Tiewei's hand, trying to drag him into the pot.

Tiewei had already noticed something was wrong and wanted to break free from the black liquid.

But the power of the black liquid was ridiculous. Even if Tiewei was a knife maker, he was nothing in front of this power.

"Phew——"

Just when Tiewei was about to be forced into the jade pot, Tiewei heard the sound of a knife cutting through something fleshy.

As a craftsman who had been forging Nichirin swords for many years, Tiewei was sure that this sound could only be made by a Nichirin sword.

And judging from the sound of the cutting without any pause, the person who forged this Nichirin sword should have a high status in the swordsmith village.

At least, his level was much higher than his.

As the power of the black liquid that enveloped his left hand faded, the black liquid in front of Tiewei also disappeared.

Tiewei was able to see the situation clearly.

A young man in a cloud-patterned gown stood between him and the jade pot.