[Lord Demon Slayer: Hiiragi of Kuhara]

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Why would you forget?

Why leave him?

Why didn't you notice his uneasiness?

Kuhara Hiiragi's palms were bloodstained by himself, he took a deep breath to calm his heart as much as possible, but it didn't help much.Without saying goodbye to the abbot, he went back to the temple to look for Inosuke, and searched from room to room from the one closest to the mountain gate, rummaging through boxes and cabinets rudely.

"Please stop, what are you doing!" Daoxin finally couldn't help stopping when Jiuyuan Hiiragi had turned over another room, "Even if you are a ghost killer, you can't do this!"

"Did you see a child?" He turned his head to look at Daoxin, there seemed to be undercurrents surging in his normally calm eyes, even a little frightening.

"What child?" Daoxin was taken aback by him, and he was taken aback for a moment, but soon became stiff again, "There has never been a child in the temple, what are you talking about?"

Kuhara Hiiragi didn't wait for him to finish speaking, and rushed out of the room after saying a word of impoliteness.He will find a way to clean it up later, and now it is more important to find Inosuke.

Thinking this way, he didn't care about the thick fog in the courtyard in the distance, and rushed into the Garan Hall.

Garando is an empty room in the temple. Of course, it may be due to poverty. There are not many things in it. It can be seen at a glance that no one is there, so there are no monks looking for Baro in Garando at this time.

After entering, Jiuyuan Hiiragi saw the huge statue of God at the center of the front at the first sight. Apart from that, there were only a few tables with tributes and incense burners and a futon on the floor, nothing else.

It seems that he is not here, but he still couldn't help shouting: "Inosuke?"

There was no response, and nothing moved.It seems that it is not here, Kuhara Hiiragi thought to himself, hurry up and go to the next place, if it is too late, it will be too late.

He tried to avoid the thought that 'it might be too late'.

But just as he was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly heard a slight, almost inaudible beating sound coming from the Garan Hall.

Kuhara Hiiragi put his hand on the scabbard of the Sun Wheel Saber, held his breath and looked intently at the place where the sound came out—it was the statue of an unidentifiable god.Realizing something, he jumped forward and jumped directly onto the statue's shoulder, knocked on its head, and then patted it off the statue's neck with a little force in his palm.

The statue's head hit the ground with a bang.This thing seems to be able to be dismantled, Kuhara Hiiragi was thinking so, when he saw a human child's hand protruding from the hollow statue.

Without hesitation, Kuhara Hiiragi grabbed the hand and pulled it out.

...Wait who is this?

Jiuyuan Hiiragi stared blankly at the child's face that looked like a girl's, but the current situation did not allow him to think too much, because there was still a red-colored scarlet protruding from the body of the statue attached to the child's leg. big hands.

The breath of wood - the shape of one - chopping thorns.

Kuhara Hiiragi slashed fiercely, cut the arm in two, and then jumped back to the ground of the Garand Hall with the child in his arms.

"Inosuke!"

He recognized from the child's clothes that it was indeed Inosuke, but the child in his arms seemed to have passed out completely after feeling safe, and did not respond, and there were bruises on his neck from being pinched by someone.

Kuhara Hiiragi gritted his teeth, unable to say what he felt in his heart. He placed Inosuke in the corner of the Garan Hall, and then stared at the headless statue with a knife. In an instant, he was close to him like an arrow leaving the string.

"Complete collection. The breath of wood - the shape of the three - on the vegetation and rocks!"

The blade pierced in with the majestic vitality of the vegetation in the mountains, as if it had pierced something. Jiuyuan Hiiragi pulled out the blade, bringing out a stream of blood. He heard a scream like a baby crying from inside the statue, and then he It exploded with a bang.

He swung his knife to block the fragments flying towards himself and Inosuke, and saw something lying where the original statue was.

——It was a red ghost with a huge body and a face like a ghost, but its body was curled up, and the arm that had just been cut off had grown back.It holds its hands firmly in a baby shape.

The god statue was destroyed, and the unbearable fishy smell from its body could no longer be hidden. It was obviously an evil spirit that had eaten countless people.

But why?

He obviously used [-]% of his strength in that move just now, why does this ghost seem to have no wounds at all?

Jiuyuan Hiiragi was secretly startled. He vaguely felt that the opponent might be difficult to deal with this time. At this moment, the ghost suddenly opened its eyes. It stared at Jiuhara Hiiragi. The tributes and incense burner that were placed were swept to the ground, and then he stood up tremblingly.

What is this for?

Jiuyuan Hiiragi stared at the ghost closely. He had failed to strike just now, so he couldn't help being a little more vigilant at this moment.

Is it the end of the battle, or has it not been done yet?

On the other side, the master abbot continued to stand at the mountain gate after seeing Jiuyuan Hiiragi rushing back to the temple. After a while, he suddenly realized, and said to himself, "What am I doing here?", and returned to the temple. temple.

"It's not good, master!" Seeing him coming, Dao Xin complained with a face full of tears, "That ghost killer team is about to tear down the Buddhist temple!"

The abbot looked at the turned messy room with a look of surprise, "He, what is he doing?"

"How do I know this? He said he wanted to find a child, but where did the child come from in our temple! Why doesn't he go to the village to find one if he wants a child?"

Hearing this, the abbot frowned slightly.

Just now he wondered why the monastery didn't take in orphans and abandoned babies, and when he heard that ghost killer was looking for a child, he felt even more puzzled.

Am I forgetting something?

While thinking this way, out of the corner of his eyes, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a cabinet that was roughly opened beside it. The cabinet was placed in the corner, and it seemed that it had not been used for a long time, and it was covered with a thick layer of dust.

The lock hanging on it has been cut in two by the Demon Slayer Squadron with a sun wheel knife, and the contents inside have spilled out.

That is a lot of children's clothes, shoes and socks.

On the pink dress on the top, there is also a somewhat rough flower pattern embroidered on it.

The abbot stared blankly at the dress, feeling that some dusty and dusty memory suddenly came to his mind.

"When my embroidery work gets better, I can mend the robe for the abbot grandpa."

It seemed that someone had told him so.

"This hole has been broken for several years, and there is no need to mend it." And he seems to have just answered someone like this not long ago.

No need to make it up, why not, because he always feels that someone will make it up for him.

Who is he waiting for to mend his clothes?

The abbot opened his eyes wide, picked up the hem of his robe with trembling hands, looked at the hole, and opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but the words were swallowed back.

"Master?" Daoxin looked at him and asked worriedly, "What happened all of a sudden?"

The abbot didn't answer, but sat on a stool beside him as if he had lost his support. He put down the hem of his clothes, picked up the old clothes embroidered with crooked flowers on the ground next to him, and carefully dusted off the dust, looking devastated.

"Hu... Chun?"

"Yes! Huchun is here!" Someone seemed to answer in his ear.

A few tears fell down and dripped on the faded clothes, deepening the color a little.

Not far away, a courtyard filled with thick fog.

After seeing the words 'Xia Xian Er' in Guizimu's eyes, Sato couldn't help but look a little dignified, and his hand holding the knife tightened, but that was all.

"You are still so calm after knowing your identity as a concubine." Gui Zimu sighed, "Although you are not too young to become a concubine's 'child', you are still good as nourishment."

"Did you eat the other children in the monastery?"

"How could it be? How could this concubine do such a cruel thing?" Guizimu raised her eyebrows slightly, "Of course they obtained eternal life with my concubine's children."

In other words, it was fed to another ghost by this ghost?

Sato's eyebrows were frowned, and his figure disappeared in an instant. Guizimu waved his sleeves when he saw this, and the mist from the incense burners in all directions of the temple suddenly gathered in front of her, forming a fog ghost with a weapon in his hand. At an astonishing speed, they collided with Satu's katana, and then reunited in an instant after being slammed apart by the Japanese katana.

"This monastery is full of bamboo incense made from concubine's blood ghost technique," Guizimu raised her chin and smiled, thick mist gathered around her at some point, forming a body of various shapes with arms The fog ghosts with different weapons surrounded Satu from all directions, "Even if your sword skills are great, how can human beings defeat the endless fog?"

Sato looked at the approaching fog ghost, and couldn't help showing a somewhat confused expression.

"What's the matter? Are you finally feeling scared?"

Sato shook his head, he looked at Guizimu calmly.

"I'm just wondering why Twelve Ghost Moon is so weak."

Although a little tricky, it didn't seem to be as difficult to deal with as he thought.

"What did you say!"

In the whole episode, Breath of Water-The Shape of Four-Strike the Tide!

The light of the knife rolled up the waves, and broke up the two fog ghosts who were already close to him. After rushing out of the fog, he did not stop, but held the knife with both hands by his side——

"Complete collection, the breath of water-the form of picking up-life and life flow!"

The shadow of the saber on the sun wheel is loose and heavy, but as you walk, you can see the dragon coming out of the water and rising and falling with the saber.

The swordsman continuously intensified the power and speed of the blade as he turned his whole body, killing the fog ghosts surrounding him instantly under the blade, breaking a clear gap in the vast sea of ​​fog, and setting off waves of air.

In the vast sea of ​​fog, sometimes it seems that there is no sword, and sometimes it seems that there is no one.

"Varied--!"

Before Guizimu realized what had happened, she suddenly saw the gleaming knife point approaching her face, and she plunged into the fog, leaving only an afterimage also made of fog.

"what!!"

One arm was chopped down to the ground together with the gorgeous sleeve.The speed of her escape was a bit slower than Satu's knife speed.

Guizimu, who had escaped into the mist, clutched her wound, she could no longer put on that motherly face, her face was as ferocious as Shura's, and the original white parts of her eyes also turned black.

"How dare you cut off the arm that I use to hold the child, I will never forgive you! I will never forgive you!"

Saying so, the mist around her gradually began to turn red.

Suddenly, a baby-like scream came from the direction of Jialan Hall. The sound pierced through the gloomy fog and was enough to reach the ears of everyone in the temple.

Sato paused and looked in that direction suddenly, wanting to know what happened, but then he heard Guizimu's panicked voice.

"A concubine's child, how can a concubine's child be in danger? ... Yes, the other ghost killer must be him!"

She muttered a few words to herself, and then she couldn't care about Satu anymore. She waved her sleeves quickly and gathered the mist in one place, forming a monster like a giant python, and opened its mouth to Satu with a roar.

And she herself rushed towards the Garan Hall without looking back.

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