JOJO: A bizarre adventure that begins with Demon Slayer

Just when Tanjiro was confused about the future, a pitch-black crow spread its wings and soared above several people.

It kept making a loud voice from its mouth, resounding through the sky: "Send the order! Send the order! Capture Tanjiro and Nezuko, who is a ghost, and bring them back to the headquarters! Tanjiro wears a checkered outer hexagram and has a wound on his forehead! Nezuko, the ghost girl biting bamboo..."

"Hey, hey, hey, it finally stopped." Jotaro asked Star Platinum to let go of the butterfly ninja and the pretty girl in his hands.

Both of them are very skilled Demon Slayer swordsmen. Even if they fall from above while standing upside down, they still land firmly on their feet.

The Butterfly Ninja picked up the Nichirin Sword that had fallen aside and put it back into the scabbard. Sumire glanced at Jotaro with her lingering eyes and stood aside without saying a word.

Tanjiro was already exhausted during the battle with the Shimo no Wu, and after using Kagura, the God of Fire, his body suffered serious side effects.

His whole body felt like it was falling apart, and he was in excruciating pain. But in order to protect Nezuko, he endured it.

After seeing that Nezuko was no longer in danger, he finally could no longer resist the intense fatigue in his body, his consciousness gradually blurred, and he fainted on the side.

Soon "Hidden" arrived at the scene and took away Tanjiro and Nezuko who were hiding in the trunk.

The Demon Slayer Squad won the final victory in this battle, but the price was very heavy. The mountains and hills were covered with the corpses of Demon Slayer members, and many injured Demon Slayer swordsmen were lying there. They all use "Yin" to arrange subsequent matters.

The injured swordsman will be sent to the Butterfly House for treatment after being bandaged, while the dead swordsman will be buried in the back of the Demon Slayer Corps.

Most of the people who join the Demon Slayer Corps have no relatives, so there is basically no need to consider pension matters after the death of the team members.

While "Yin" was busy rescuing the wounded, the sun rose unknowingly, and a ray of early morning sunlight passed through the dense branches and leaves and fell on the faces of these demon slayers.

Only those who have experienced this battle can realize how precious this ray of sunshine is.

Jotaro was walking behind everyone, and suddenly stopped and glanced at the rising sun. Then he pressed his hat, closed his eyes and said, "Daze..."

Perhaps he thought of that morning in Egypt again, when the morning light gently embraced this ancient land, and the water surface of the Nile River reflected golden ripples, reflecting the distant pyramids and temples like a dream.

Standing next to the dilapidated building, my pensive eyes traced the time of laughter and laughter. The footprints of close friends still remain on the ancient stone bricks, but they have all turned into dust and drifted away in the wind.

The early morning in Egypt is both a witness to history and a companion to sorrow. The sunshine is warm and peaceful, but the lost friendship is like a never-ending tragedy, echoing in this land forever.

"Even if you defeat Muzan, there are still too many things that you can't get back..." Jotaro murmured.

There are too many and too precious...

A few days ago, a large ship was sailing in the dark night of Tokyo Bay. Originally, the ship was traveling very smoothly and was expected to arrive at the harbor the next morning.

But while the crew was singing and dancing, a gloomy mist suddenly appeared and enveloped the entire ship.

"Why is it foggy at this time?" Tom was a little puzzled. "Is the weather in Japan so changeable?"

A vast mist spread over Tokyo Bay, so thick that it almost covered everything. Even the strong lights on the ship looked dim in the fog.

The crew faced this vast white fog, as if they were isolated in the boundless void.

"Hey! Hey! What's going on? The fog is too dense!" The bearded sailor stood up.

He tried to push away the fog in front of him with his hands: "Damn it, I can hardly see anything!"

"Bailey! Lukes! Can you hear me?" He shouted the names of the crew members loudly, but there was silence around him, and no one responded to him.

The companions who were only a few meters apart seemed to disappear out of thin air in the thick fog.

Suddenly there was a violent tremor from the ship that was running smoothly, and a strong smell of blood spread on the deck.

The bearded sailor stood shivering on the deck, his heart beating like a drum. The thick fog in front of us is like a ferocious beast, constantly devouring people.

He staggered and groped with difficulty in the mist. Suddenly, a soft and cold touch came from his feet. He stretched out his hand and touched a puddle of sticky stuff.

He picked it up and looked closer: "Ah!!!!!!!!!"

The scream was deafening, and he actually touched a pile of minced meat. It was the head of one of the crew members. It was covered with brains and still had an eyeball. The panic in front of the deceased could be seen in the empty eyeball.

"Is it the first mate?" A cold voice came from behind the bearded sailor, scaring him with goosebumps.

He turned around suddenly and found that standing behind him was a young crew member - Tom.

"Fuck, it turned out to be you, you fucking scared me." The bearded sailor cursed.

"First mate, there's something strange about this dense fog. Many crew members are already..." Tom said in horror, "They're all dead!"

Perhaps because he saw that there were still people on the ship, the bearded man became a little bolder and said to Tom: "Let's go to the control room first and ask the captain to speed up and leave this sea area.

Damn it, this is the first time I have encountered this situation in all my years of sailing at sea. "

Tom was just a trainee sailor who had just boarded the ship, so he naturally had no objections.

The two leaned closely together and moved forward slowly in the thick fog. This strange thick fog made both of them's hearts jump into their throats.

"God, you must keep me safe and sound." Tom prayed in his heart.

The bearded sailor had been working on the ship for many years and was very familiar with the structure of the ship. After a moment of fumbling, he knew his location and quickly led Tom to the location of the control room.

He opened the door of the control room. The door was unlocked. To be precise, the door lock had been broken.

As soon as the door was opened, a strong smell of blood hit their nostrils, and the scene inside made the two of them stunned.

I saw corpses lying everywhere in the control room, and the captain and several crew members who controlled the instruments had no vital signs.

But there were still two living people standing in the middle of the control room. One was tall, about 1.95 meters tall. He was wearing a white shirt and a blue tie. He wore an open jacket outside the shirt. brown leather jacket.

The other is wearing a sailor's uniform, presumably a sailor on a ship.

The arrival of the bearded sailor and Tom made the two of them instantly alert. The brown-haired man in the leather jacket relaxed his nervous expression when he saw that the two were wearing sailor uniforms.

He shouted loudly: "You come in quickly and close the door, otherwise this thick fog will spread in soon."

But as soon as he finished speaking, the bearded sailor disappeared in front of several people.

"First Mate!!" Tom shouted in horror. The place where the bearded sailor originally stood next to him was now empty.

"Plop!" There was a strange sound behind Tom. When he turned around, he saw that it was a corpse.

He slowly came closer and saw that the corpse's head had rotted into a pile of minced meat, but he could still tell from the nameplate on the corpse's clothes that the headless corpse in front of him was the bearded sailor just now.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!!!!" Tom was so frightened that he backed away and sat down on the ground, "Oh God!"

"Hey! Be careful! Come in quickly!" the brown-haired man shouted at him.

There was a strange sound in the air, like a whip being whipped.

The brown-haired man whispered "No!"

"Bang!" There was a sound, and the huge hull of the ship shook violently.

Tom felt dizzy on the ground. He felt better when the boat slowly stopped shaking.

"What happened just now?" He lay on the ground panting, looking at his hands in disbelief.

I clearly fell at the door just now, but now I am in the control room, and the door of the control room is also closed.

"It's so dangerous!" The brown-haired man breathed a sigh of relief and stretched out his hand towards Tom on the ground, "Get up quickly!"

Tom was outside the door just now and couldn't clearly see the appearance of the brown-haired man in the control room because of the fog. Because the control room is closed, it is difficult for the fog from outside to penetrate. Coupled with the lights in the control room, the environment inside appears very bright.

He saw the brown-haired man's face clearly, and there was a look of fear on his face. He kicked his feet unconsciously and slowly moved away from the brown-haired man.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" The brown-haired man was a little confused, pointing his hands at Tom who was slowly retreating on the ground and said, "Why are you so scared?"

"Don't come over here!" Tom shouted in fear as he looked at the brown-haired man who was approaching. His body was already wet with sweat, and his heart was shrouded in fear.

"What are you afraid of?" The brown-haired man asked doubtfully, still approaching.

Tom kept backing up until he was forced into a corner. There was a cold touch on his hands, and he knew that behind him was a long-dead body.

He was extremely frightened, whether it was because of the bodies of his dead companions behind him or the strange brown-haired man in front of him who kept approaching.

Suddenly his hand touched a hard and cold handle on the dead body. Is this?

gun!

He instantly grasped the gun on the dead body, raised it, and stammered: "Don't... don't come over. If you come over again, I will shoot."

When the brown-haired man saw him pointing the gun at him, he stopped and raised his hands.

"Are you OK?"

When Tom saw him stop, he exhaled and his violently beating heart slowly calmed down, but he still pointed his gun at the brown-haired man in front of him.

"Who are you?" Tom asked. "I don't remember that there is no one like you on the ship."

The brown-haired man rolled his eyes, waved his hand and said: "Engineer, haha, I am the engine on the ship and I have been working in the cabin below the ship. There are so many people on the ship, and it is normal for you not to know me."

"Liar!" Tom said categorically, "Although I am a trainee sailor and have just set foot on this ship, there are only more than 40 people on our ship. I have met everyone. There is no way you are on our ship. people!"

The brown-haired man did not expect the young man in front of him to be so difficult to deal with, and said helplessly: "Okay, okay, I admit that I am not on your ship. You don't know me because I came here illegally."

"Stowaway? How is it possible? There are people in charge who conduct strict inspections before the ship is shipped." Tom still didn't believe it.

The brown-haired man sneered: "Is the person in charge you are talking about that wretched fat man? I just bribed him with a gold nugget the size of my thumb!"

Tom recalled being blackmailed by the fat man described by the brown-haired man on the first day he boarded the ship. He was an extremely greedy guy and could really do such a thing.

Seeing that Tom's face was a little relaxed, the brown-haired man continued: "I'm not lying to you. I'm a real American. You can tell by my accent. I've been sailing with you all the way."

"But..." Tom was still hesitating, not knowing whether the person in front of him could be trusted.

"Okay, put down the gun quickly. We need to think about the current situation carefully. This strange fog has a strange smell." The brown-haired man said and took a step forward unconsciously, hoping that Tom would hurry up. Put down the gun and get up from the ground.

Unexpectedly, when he saw the brown-haired man's movements, Tom was like a frightened bird and pointed the gun at the man in front of him.

"No, don't come over..."

The brown-haired man pointed at him and said helplessly: "Hey! It's a good thing to be vigilant at this time, but can you use your brain? It's impossible for me to harm you. If I wanted to harm you, I wouldn't have saved you when I was at the door just now. you."

Tom recalled the cold feeling on his back when he was at the door. At that moment, he was suddenly pulled into the control room by something.

Is it really what the brown-haired man said? Did he save me?

The brown-haired man said impatiently: "If I wanted to harm you, you would have died long ago! You don't think that if you point a gun at me, I will be afraid!"

fool! Look at the gun in your hand. This gun is a semi-automatic pistol designed by American John Browning. It was adopted by the US army in 1911 and named "M1911".

Be sure to buckle the safety on the side of the gun before use so that the gun can be loaded normally, otherwise the gun will not fire bullets! "

Tom was dumbfounded. He was just a trainee crew member. How could he come into contact with guns? Only then did he notice that there was a black buckle on the side of the gun body. The gun could not be loaded unless the buckle was removed.

Unexpectedly, the gun he raised could not shoot bullets at all!

As the brown-haired man said, if he wanted to attack him, there was no way he could stop him.

The brown-haired man came over, stretched out his hand and said, "Now that you believe it, get up quickly."

Seeing that the brown-haired man was not angry because of his previous behavior, Tom felt grateful in his heart and trusted the man in front of him a little more.