Genji Heavy

The house arranged by Mrs. Murakami is clean and tidy, and it looks like it has been carefully arranged. It can also be seen how much hope she has for the "devil extermination master" who comes here.

But Higakiri just scanned around briefly, sat down on the cushion in the room, and closed his eyes.

The room suddenly fell silent, without a sound.

Of course, this silence didn't last long, and soon there was a knock on the door.

"Miss Hikiri, can I come in?"

It's Tanjiro.

Higashikiri knew that Tanjirou would definitely come to look for him, so he opened his eyes without any surprise, "Come in."

Tanjiro opened the door, smiled sheepishly, "I'm sorry to bother Ms. Hikiri."

"It's okay, I'm waiting for you," Higiri looked at him, "Are you ready?"

Tanjiro nodded, lowered his voice and said, "Nezuko is still sleeping, so I put down the wooden box and came here."

After a pause, he unconsciously asked for Hikari's opinion, "Our next step is—"

Higekiri smiled lightly, but it made Tanjiro's hair stand on end inexplicably.

"Of course I went to visit the three sick children. Since the daughter of this family was the first to disappear, we can probably get some information from the other children."

Tanjiro had no objection.

The two went out of the house together, found Mrs. Murakami through the servants of the Murakami family, and expressed their desire to see the children.

Mrs. Murakami froze for a moment, then nodded, "I was negligent, of course you two should go see the child."

She led Higekiri and Tanjiro over.

It is further inward than the guest room, and the environment is quieter. It is a place suitable for recuperation.

It's just that I don't know why, after approaching, it always makes people feel that the surroundings are gloomy and suffocating.

Mrs. Murakami said, "Originally, the children had their own houses, but something like this happened..."

Her brows were filled with unresolved sadness.

"I chose a bigger room and arranged them together. Only in this way can I feel at ease."

After standing still by the door, Mrs. Murakami supported the barrier door and said softly to the inside, "I'm coming in."

Then he opened the door.

A strong medicinal fragrance wafted out instantly.

There are three beds in the room, on which three sick children lie.

What a sad child.

Mustache didn't stay for too long, he stood aside for a while, followed the etiquette of visiting, and stood up according to his skirt.

"Hey?"

Mrs. Murakami raised her head in surprise.

"Is that all right?"

Mustache returned a smile with impeccable etiquette, "That's enough. We won't disturb your time with the children."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left.

Tanjiro hurried to follow.

"Miss Hikiri, have you discovered anything?" Tanjiro asked, looking up in confusion.

"Didn't you smell it, Tanjirou," Hikakiri asked back.

Tanjiro pinched his nose, "The smell of medicine is too strong, so..."

Mustache said, "It doesn't matter, anyway, everything will be revealed tonight."

She stopped and raised her eyebrows slightly.

"Besides, the things here are not complicated. I believe Tanjirou, as a member of the Demon Slayer Squad who already has a lot of experience, has already guessed something."

Tanjiro, who was always full of energy, gave a wry smile at this moment.

It is precisely because of conjecture.

It is the pain of this simple but tragic tragedy.

"Don't worry," Mustache looked towards the sky, his voice became colder as he watched the sky gradually darken, "This pain should be cut off as soon as possible."

Otherwise it will just rot and never heal.

it's dark.

Because of the non-stop abnormal situation before, Murakami's house closed the doors and windows early during this time, and would not open the windows if they heard any noise.

Mrs. Murakami clasped her hands together and kept chanting scriptures in front of the Buddha statue.

Still, the terrible voice rang out.

The hoarse growls that could not be made by humans gradually echoed in Murakami's house. All Mrs. Murakami could do was to pray to the Buddha to bless the family as before.

Also get rid of the Demon Master.

Please be sure to succeed, my demon masters.

The beast-like shadow shuttled through the courtyard, short and thin, with limbs moving and leading him to run wildly in the courtyard.

The unbearable, unidentified syllables born of hunger rolled from the beast's throat.

The speed of "it" is very fast, the nails on its limbs are shining with the cold light of a sharp weapon, and at the same time it moves lightly, without leaving a trace on the building.

where?

Where is the food?

Finally, under the shards of moonlight, the vertical pupils of "it" beasts were exposed, and such a light shone in them.

That's right.

Today, a demon exorcising master came to the house.

Eat a servant first, and then eat them... Hee hee, it's time for extra meals.

"It" stopped, finally chose a direction, and rushed towards the servant's house.

In that room lived a young maid, who was of a good age, and was responsible for taking care of the sick young master and miss of the Murakami family.

The maid in the room widened her eyes in horror and trembled violently, but she didn't have the strength to move at all.

that thing...

The thing stopped in front of her door! ! !

The silhouette of the beast reflected on the door was extraordinarily huge, and after it stopped, it gradually elongated and blurred, turning into a chaotic shadow.

In fact, the beast outside the door did become a black mass, like a raised shadow.

"It" fell down, as if its body had become a liquid, it easily passed through the gap of the tightly closed door, and "flowed" in about the length of a forearm in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew over "it"'s body.

A very classical faint fragrance lingered around "it", and the long milky golden hair coated with a layer of jewel-colored luster by the moonlight passed before her eyes.

A sweet and soft voice floated into "it"'s ears from a very close position.

"It's quite rude to enter a girl's room in the middle of the night."

Accompanied by this, is a fierce attack completely different from the voice.

With the coldness of the night, the sharp Taidao was pierced into the beast's body without hesitation, and it was firmly pinned to the floor.

"Roar--!!!"

The ear-piercing howl suddenly resounded through the entire sky, as if it wanted to tear people's hearts apart.

But on the side of the mustache, the expression did not change at all, including the arc of the corner of the mouth.

"It's really noisy, you, it's so noisy at night, where is your upbringing?"

While speaking, he clenched the handle of the knife tightly and pulled the body down. The beast and the floor below were further cut open.

At the same time, the monster finally gave up its original purpose and had to take back the part that protruded into the house.

But "it" gave up struggling, and immediately tried to change its form, trying to slip away from Hikakiri's knife.

What a bold idea.

Mustache, who saw the opponent's attempt at a glance, had a novel smile on his lips.

Did a ghost of this level actually want to escape from her knife?

"Tanjiro."

The arc of the corner of Mustache Kirito's mouth widened again, and then she recalled the name of the boy from the Demon Slayer Squad who was traveling with her.

In an instant, the corridor was brightly lit.

Tanjiro panted slightly after turning on the lamp, and waited until he looked at the ghost under the mustache cutter.

However, in just a few seconds, the Oni, who still had the energy to plan his escape just now, lost his ability to move under the tip of Hidekiri's knife.

Obviously the wounds on his body have begun to heal, but it seems that his body is bound by some invisible thing, and it is very difficult to move.

Such mobility is simply impossible under that vibrating knife.He stared at the blade exuding a strong murderous aura, both puzzled and horrified in his heart.

—The monster, or ghost, was completely under control.

Higakiri, who was infused with spiritual power, was not surprised by Oni's current situation.

Under the bright light, she looked down at the ghost who had regained its human form lying under the knife.

His gaze stayed on that face for a while, the smile on Mustache's face faded, and a soft sigh overflowed from his mouth.

"really."

Tanjiro lowered his eyes, his shoulders slumped, his expression lost and sad.

The corridor fell silent.

The girl in the house waited for a while after there was no movement outside the house. At this moment, she finally dared to kneel to the door and carefully opened it.

After seeing the situation outside the door clearly, especially the figure stretched under the knife, her eyes widened instantly, and she slumped on the spot covering her mouth.

At this time, Mrs. Murakami, who is currently in charge of the family affairs of the Murakami family, also arrived.

There was still panic on her face, but there was a pleasant smile on the corner of her mouth, "Masters, are you—"

The scene in the corridor appeared in the eyes of Mrs. Murakami.

silent.

At that moment, hundreds of ways appeared in her mind, trying to reasonably interpret the scene in front of her.

But in the end everything collapsed into ruins.

She can't lie to herself.

That expression was distorted and ferocious, there was no doubt that it was a ghost, and it was clearly her youngest son.

She thought it was just the sick young son.

After a long time, Mrs. Murakami finally just asked falteringly, "Kentaro, you... where did you take your sister and those servants?"

There was a last thin hope in her eyes.

Kentaro avoided his mother's sight.

He didn't answer the question, but kept pleading with his mother in a human voice, he was in so much pain, hurry up and drive these strange people away.

His voice was full of the squeamishness of a child.

...how ridiculous.

Every breath Mingming exhales carries a strong smell of blood.

Mrs. Murakami is not an idiot. She can keep the house and the outside world in order while her husband is away working. On the contrary, she is very smart.

This cleverness allowed her to perceive the truth without having to say it out loud.

Then he was swallowed up by overwhelming despair.

"You..." Mrs. Murakami opened her eyes blankly, "Why, Kentaro, why did you do that? That's your sister, and those servants are also people you get along with day and night!"

Being questioned by his mother, even though it was already an inhuman thing, Kentaro gradually became frightened, "No! I don't! I don't!"

— But this denial is too pale.

Too pale.

Mustache said softly, "Because he has become a ghost, a man-eating ghost."

On her face was a smile that made her beauty even more radiant, but there was no warmth in her slightly curved eyes.

"Man-eating ghosts...you ate them?!" Mrs. Murakami's face was ashen.

Everything is clear.

Both the missing daughter and the servant got into the son's belly.

There is no disease at all.Kentaro didn't do it to cover up his strange appearance of being a ghost queen, but the other two children probably got sick from Kentaro's fright because they knew the truth.

It is a terrible torment to stay with the younger brother who ate the younger sister every day.

"Mother……?"

Kentaro was still brazenly waiting.

The body in Higakiri's hand was steady and motionless, making Kentaro dare not make any moves.

And she didn't take any action at this time, just looked at Mrs. Murakami, waiting patiently for her choice.

After all, this is her own son.

Higakiri knew that he could not make the final judgment on Kentaro without authorization, because the lady could no longer bear any other stimuli.

There was a terrible silence like a graveyard.

Mrs. Murakami slowly, slowly, closed her eyes, turned around, and left here, dragging her feet like a patient who had been ill for a long time.

This is her final answer.

Kentaro let out a frantic cry in disbelief.

But at this moment Hidekiri didn't need to restrain himself anymore, he chuckled, stabbed the knife down, the tip of the knife plunged into the floor, it was so precise that it drew a bloodstain on Kentaro's neck, but it didn't cut his neck.

"What are you dissatisfied with?"

"The person who can even eat his younger sister—oh, I forgot, he is no longer a human but a ghost."

The voice was still so soft, but Tanjiro felt that there was an even more angry smell coming from Higiri than when he was facing Kamizumi.

It seems... not just for Kentaro in front of him.

Kentaro said loudly with tears all over his face, "But I'm very hungry! How can I control it! I don't even know who I ate!!"

"But after that, aren't you hunting in a planned way? Ah, you only dare to choose the family members." Higakiri stared at Kentaro with a pair of eyes that seemed to be bottomless. , living like a rat in the gutter, you chose...the latter."

"You turned out to be a ghost."

"I'm really ashamed of your ancestors for having such blood for nothing."

The blade slashed to the side, as if it was just an easy and casual movement.

But Kentaro's head was cut off like this.

Tanjiro said, "Ah, wait, Ms. Hikiri—"

He was just about to say that the Oni's neck had to be cut off with the Sun Wheel Knife, but when he saw that the Oni whose neck had been cut off by Ms. Hikakiri's knife, unexpectedly, unexpectedly also began to collapse.

How can it be? !

Tanjiro made a silly expression.

Kentaro rolled his eyes in disbelief and looked at the body not far away.

he died?

How, how could he die so easily?

Obviously has become a ghost!

In the end, he didn't leave anything of value behind. He killed his relatives and just disappeared.

"It's not over yet, Tanjirou."

Higekiri walked over while talking, as if he didn't realize that he challenged Tanjirou's cognition.

She brushed past Tanjiro, without the slightest stench of ghosts on her body.

Facing the courtyard, Hidekiri turned his wrist, and raised his body, pointing straight at a bottle that appeared in the courtyard at some unknown time.

There was a smile on the corner of her mouth that seemed to be wrapped in countless needles, and she squinted her eyes and stared at the bottle, "It's so friendly, it saves me the time to look for you."

"The thing that stained Genji's blood is you."