JOJO: A bizarre adventure that begins with Demon Slayer

The boss rested on the ground for a while, then slowly and with difficulty got up from the ground, walked to the warehouse at the back with heavy steps, counted [-] yen and handed it to Jotaro's hand.

Jotaro checked the amount of the banknote with the Platinum Star, and after making sure it was correct, he stuffed it into the inner pocket of his black uniform.

"Guest, walk slowly!" The boss said in a stiff voice with an ugly look on his face, his hand holding the watch trembling. He held the watch tremblingly in front of his eyes, looked at it carefully, and carefully caressed it with his other hand, as if it were a work of art. The shining luster and fine workmanship on the watch made his uncomfortable mood finally feel better.

Jotaro didn't stop after getting the money, turned around and walked out of the pawn shop. For him, this business is quite satisfactory. Although this watch was worth tens of millions of yen in later generations, it is unclear whether the TAG Heuer brand exists here, and it has no brand effect. Judging from the cost of that watch, it is already the limit to be able to sell it for about [-] yen in Japan today.

After leaving the pawn shop, Jotaro found the clothing store based on the route in his memory. This is a store that specializes in suits. Nowadays, among Japan's upper class, suits are more popular than traditional kimonos. In big cities like Asakusa, Tokyo, shops making suits have sprung up like mushrooms after a spring rain.

Jotaro handed the drawing of the uniform to the clerk, communicated with him for a while, and handed him a lot of tips.

The clerk patted his chest and promised, "Sir, you can come and pick up the goods tomorrow. We promise to make them exactly the same."

After handling these trivial matters, Jotaro returned to the noodle stall in the small street. He looked around and found that Tanjiro had disappeared, leaving only Nezuko sitting on the bench in front of the noodle stall and falling asleep. He suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart. Tanjiro usually stayed close to Nezuko, but now he actually left her and ran away without a trace. This is so abnormal!

"Hey, Nezuko..." Jotaro hesitated, thought for a while, and then asked the owner of the noodle stall, "Where did that red-haired boy go?"

Tanjiro threw the boss's udon noodles to the ground when he left. This behavior was unbearable for him. He roared angrily, "Huh? That boy? He dared to ruin my noodles. You'd better not let it happen next time." I met him!"

"Tell me, where has he gone?" Jotaro shouted with a sullen face. Tanjiro is probably aware of the existence of ghosts, and it is not necessarily that he is fighting ghosts now. He has no time to waste here.

Jotaro's angry look caused the boss's aura to dissipate instantly. He raised his hand unconsciously and pointed in the direction Tanjiro left.

"Yeah, yeah, daza." Jotaro didn't hesitate, and chased Tanjiro in the direction he left with vigorous steps.

Not long after Jotaro left, Tanjiro smelled a familiar smell near the noodle stall. Even in this place where the aroma of noodles was lingering, the smell entered his nostrils without any hindrance. His expression suddenly changed, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably. Even if he died, he would not be able to forget this smell. This was the man, the one who killed his whole family, the one who turned Nezuko into a ghost, the one who brought all this to him. The smell of a nightmare man!

Tanjiro chased after the smell, and finally saw the man who kept him awake at night in the crowd - Muzan Kibutsuji. Unexpectedly, Wu Mei was living as a human being, with a human girl by his side. While Tanjiro was still thinking, Muzan quickly injected his blood into the pedestrians passing by. The pedestrians turned into ghosts and caused a commotion. Tanjiro had to subdue the rioting passers-by. Muzan took advantage of this gap. Walked out of the crowd.

Tanjiro pressed on the pedestrian, unable to suppress the anger in his heart, and shouted in the direction where Muzan left: "Kibutsuji Muzan! I will not let you go! No matter where you go, you will not let me go." Let you go! I will chase you to the end of hell and chop off your head!"

When Jotaro arrived at the main road, he noticed the commotion ahead. He had good eyesight, and he spotted Tanjiro in the crowd at a glance, and immediately rushed over there. At this moment, Wuhan happened to pass by him. Neither of them noticed the other, but the shackles of fate had been tied to the two of them invisibly.

Tanjiro kept paying attention to the direction Muzan was leaving. He also saw Jotaro coming towards him in the crowd, so he shouted loudly: "Jo Taro-san, that guy is Muzan Kibutsuji, use your platinum quickly." Star, keep him!"

There was a roar of people around, and even though Tanjiro was shouting at the top of his lungs, his voice still didn't reach Jotaro's ears. Jotaro didn't pause, pushed aside the pedestrians in front of him, and quickly arrived in front of Tanjiro.

"Jo Taro-san..." Tanjiro lowered his head feebly, feeling very sorry to let Kibutsuji Muzan go.

Jotaro himself didn't know this. The first thing he noticed was the roaring pedestrian under Tanjiro. The veins on the pedestrian's body were exposed, his fangs were spread out, and his eyes were already filled with blood. This look is all too familiar to Jotaro, ghost!

The movement here attracted three uniformed policemen, who surrounded Tanjiro with a menacing approach, waving sticks.

"A drunkard?"

"Young man, leave quickly!"

"No!" Tanjiro suppressed the struggling pedestrian who turned into a ghost, and said to the police, "I am the only one who can suppress him. Please bring the restraint items. Please!"

A few policemen didn't care about this. They grabbed Tanjiro and tried to lift him up, saying: "Stop talking nonsense and leave quickly!"

"Stop!" Tanjiro pressed the pedestrian tightly and begged, "Stop, I don't want him to kill anyone! Don't hinder me, I'm begging you."

Among the crowd, a beautiful woman was watching this scene expressionlessly. When the red-haired boy said these words, a trace of emotion appeared on her white face. Just when she was about to help him, a person in the crowd The tall man in black uniform suddenly shouted: "Get out of the way, Tanjiro!"

He put his hands in his trouser pockets, leaned his upper body back slightly, and stared at the red-haired boy with a serious face. Jotaro's voice made Tanjiro slightly distracted, and the strength on his hands could not help but weaken a bit. The struggling evil spirit under him took this opportunity to break free and rush towards the pedestrians on the roadside. He opened his mouth wide and was about to bite the passerby in front of him. There was only a slight gap between his sharp teeth and the passerby's neck.

"Be careful!" Tanjiro stretched out his hand and shouted urgently. At the same time, Jotaro yelled, "starplatinum!"