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Find my sister for me.

— was followed.

Purgatory Isurou was very sensitive to the fact that someone was following him.

He went around twice, and finally detected the opponent's breath, so he quickly attacked and came to the tree where the guy who was following him was hiding.

"Who are you, why are you following me, come down!"

A man with glittering beads on his head and body, dressed in a very gorgeous dress, it seems that he shouldn't use this dress to follow, appeared from the branch behind the tree, and jumped down lightly.If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he probably wouldn't have believed that he lost his left eye and left hand, yet he could still move so dexterously.

"It's really similar, no, it's exactly the same." The only right hand of the gorgeously dressed man touched his chin with emotion, "But it doesn't have a ghostly breath, and it can move freely during the day—what's your name? ?”

Purgatory Ishourou frowned: "Purgatory Ishourou, who is your Excellency, and what can you do?"

The man muttered to himself: "Ishouro? This name sounds like a member of that family."

Isuro: "Ah, actually I think so too."

The man immediately laughed: "Hahaha, do you think so too? I'm Umo Tengen, I have a friend named Lian Ji Xing Shou Lang, he looks very similar to you, I was curious so I followed you, sorry. "

Ishouro quickly thought of the connection: "It turns out that the child from before contacted you."

Yu Mao Tianyuan nodded: "Yeah, don't blame that kid, he was worried that the you he met was actually a ghost turned into by his dead elder brother. Instead of letting your elder brother become the existence he hates the most and feed on humans, It's better to cut off Chen Nian and let him return to the dust."

Purgatory Ishourou frowned: "Unfortunately, I am not his elder brother. It looks similar, probably because our ancestors are distant relatives or something."

Yu Mao Tianyuan nodded: "I think so too. Your surname is also Lian Ji. How many generations ago did you split from your own family? This depends on the family tree of the Lian Ji family. I think you are also using the Ghost Slaying Sword, and you are also the Ghost Killing Sword." scholar?"

The second suspicion Yu Mao Tianyuan had was the Ghost Slaying Saber.

All ghost-slaying knives can be said to be unique. They are made of iron ore selected by the ghost-slaying swordsman after passing the test. Combined with his own breathing method, it will emit knives of different colors.If the person in front of him is a person of the same ancestor as Purgatory Xingshourou, it's fine if he looks alike, even the sword is too suspicious, and it's hard not to doubt whether this is some kind of conspiracy.

Purgatory Isurou held down the handle of the knife at his waist, thought of all the past, and finally answered.

"No, I am no longer a ghost swordsman, my sword is only for my master."

For a samurai, it's a fairly standard answer.

But for the Ghost Slayer Swordsmen, it is very surprising that this master is not the master who has always led them to kill ghosts.

Yu Mao Tianyuan frowned: "For the sake of the master? You wasted a good knife. This is a ghost-killing knife made to kill evil spirits. It was made with all the efforts of the craftsman. It is purely used for purposes other than killing ghosts. Violence."

Purgatory Isurou showed a hearty smile: "Hahaha, is it? I used to think so too. But now, my thoughts are different. My master is an extremely gentle person. He judges good and evil by the standard, and It doesn’t matter whether you are a human being or not. What he has done is to save thousands of bound souls. I am willing to be his sharp edge, no matter who is blocking the person in front of him, I will overcome obstacles for him.”

That's not a race fight, it's not a petty petty love.

It is the great love that embraces all things in the world and allows them to be qualified to survive no matter what they are.

It is a great fortune for Purgatory Isurou to have the honor of serving such an adult in this life.Therefore, in order to protect the Master, he will not be afraid to be an enemy of anyone, even the ghost swordsman who was once a colleague.

Yu Mao Tianyuan was stunned for a moment, and then smiled gently: "Is that so, such a person, I really want to meet the master of your mouth."

Purgatory Ishouro hesitated for a moment, and replied: "I can't make the decision on this matter. After I find the master, I will inform the master and make a decision."

Yumo Tianyuan noticed his words: "Found? You got separated from your master?"

Purgatory Ishourou said helplessly: "Ah, I was stopped by a kid before, so I couldn't find anyone."

Yu Mao Tianyuan thought for a while: "That's good, I want to learn from you and learn about your strength. Regardless of the outcome, I will help you find your master. What do you think? Here I am stronger than you." Understood, there are more contacts."

Purgatory Ishouro agreed after thinking about it for a while, since it was just a sparring session, just click to the end, and he was also a little curious about the strength of the ghost swordsmen in this era.

——Even if one eye and one hand were lost, the Demon Slayer Squad still sent out this swordsman. Either the strength of the Demon Slayer Squad was severely damaged and there was no one else to use, or this swordsman was so powerful that he could be trusted even so .No matter what the situation is, Isuro wants to know the specific situation.So, let Clash of Swords introduce myself.

Nozaki-kun was taken to an empty mansion.

Nozaki-kun: "It's such a strong sense of sight. I seem to have been to this house before. This is the kitchen, and there is the bathroom. Yes, I have been there."

Xiao Chiyo, who was invisible, was also thinking, and suddenly, she thought of it!

"Nozaki-kun, do you still remember the place where you were taken away by Wu Mi and locked up to draw manga in the copy of Master Yuan? It's here!"

Nozaki-kun suddenly realized, and then felt helpless: "The modeler of this dungeon is too lazy. He directly used the past materials. Copying and pasting is really easy."

Xiao Chiyo: ...

In the familiar environment, Nozaki-kun relaxed a lot, and soon showed the appearance of a long-term resident who is very familiar with the place.

juvenile:"……"

Nozaki-kun thought he was here to cook, so he went to the kitchen to prepare for cooking, and started making food with some raw materials he had in stock.

In other words, the kitchen here doesn't look like it's been used at all. Doesn't the half-demon boy have no one to cook for him?

Nozaki-kun, who assumed the identity of the chef himself, was excited and cooked several dishes.

Sure enough, the boy seemed to love to eat, and he ate a lot.

Ah, he wanted to save some to finish eating.It seems that in the future, you can only eat as much as you can and cook as much as you want, otherwise the boy will really be overwhelmed. Even a monster has a limit to what he can eat.

After finishing all this, Nozaki-kun was a little tired, he said hello to Chiyo and said he had something to call him, and went back to his familiar bedroom to rest.

juvenile:"……"

Kochiyo: It's too late to remind Nozaki-kun not to be so familiar.Forget it, let's do it, it's not bad to be able to appreciate Nozaki-kun's sleeping face hahaha~ No, that's not right!I have to find a way to contact Yuan Yi-jun!No, wait, if I want to contact, I have to materialize, so I have to leave here and leave Nozaki-kun alone?No, I don't worry!

After thinking about it, Xiao Chiyo still decided to guard Nozaki-kun. Anyway, the half-demon boy does not appear to be harming Nozaki-kun at all, and even added three little hearts.

Heh, she knew that anyone who had eaten Nozaki-kun's meal, no matter who it was, would definitely give her a heart!

Three is enough, don't add any more, boy, you just stay here, don't get any more red hearts!It is enough for Master Yuan and Yu of the Four Souls to compete with her for favor, and no one else is needed!

The boy who finished eating stayed in the courtyard, not paying attention to their appearance.

It was already late, and soon darkened.

As night fell, the pure animality in the boy's eyes gradually recovered and weakened, becoming a little clearer.But still without emotion, anyone can tell at a glance that this is an inhuman creature.

He sat casually under the eaves, like a lazy and dangerous black panther, belonging to the king of the night.

"You can taste the food made by that person."

Nostalgia, the taste of nostalgia, the taste that can only be tasted by human taste buds.

He, under the sun in the daytime, mostly has a wild part, acting almost by instinct.But at night when he regained his sanity, he also remembered all the situations he experienced during the day.Therefore, daytime is usually not the time he likes to be active. It can only be said that this time it was a complete accident. If it was not to find what he was looking for, he would not stay away from this stronghold and act during the day.

As a result, still nothing.

No, not for nothing.

Thinking of this, the boy couldn't help evoking a smile, but it quickly disappeared.

As night fell, other visitors also appeared quietly. They quietly appeared in the yard, kneeling on the ground carefully, not daring to disturb the people sitting on the edge of the eaves.

The young man mopped his cheek with one hand, half leaned half on his back, and looked at the scenery in front of him, unmoved.

Kneeling below the leader, the black long-haired boy bowed his head in a half-kneeling position: "Sorry, I couldn't find Miss Nezuko's whereabouts."

"You mean, you bastards haven't found my sister who was hidden by the obstetrics until now?"

The long-haired boy kept his head down, sweating profusely.

A few seconds of silence, to these kneeling people, seemed as long as centuries.Fear filled their hearts, and as expected, the long-haired boy was suddenly attacked by something like a bone whip, and the blow hit the courtyard wall and smashed the wall.

In this way, it can be regarded as holding back, which made the others slightly relieved.Even they don't want to see their own kind being torn apart in front of their eyes. It will give them a sense of unity and the fear that they will be killed at any time.

"Forget it, I didn't expect to count on you trash."

The boy stood up, cut the blood on his finger with the sharp nail of his thumb, and dripped on the ground.

The other ghosts looked at the blood falling on the soil in amazement, including the long-haired boy who climbed up from the edge of the broken wall, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up carefully to look here.

When the blood touched the soil, it quickly rose up and formed a human shape. Everyone present was horrified when they saw it—the ancestors did not have such abilities!

What happened next was even more horrifying, the soil turned into a human form!

It was a young boy with pink hair.

"Sakura!"

The long-haired boy who had just been punished and seriously injured couldn't help but blurt out, and then he bit his lip, resisting the urge to continue speaking.

No, now... can't think, can't think of anything, he must be calm.

The clay-formed man completely possessed the entity, he was in a trance, and soon half-kneeled, took his master's hand, and kissed the back of it lightly.

"Please issue an order, my honorable master Tanjiro-sama."

Oni King Tanjiro raised a malicious smile: "Go to the previous generation Mizutaki Rinaki Sakonji, compared to Tomioka Yoshiyuki who has become a ghost and followed me as we all know, he should be less wary of you. After all, he has never seen it with his own eyes. Seeing your dead body, Sato, people are always naive to deceive themselves and others. Find him, find those ghost-killing swordsmen through him, and find my sister who was hidden by them."

Tanjiro caressed Saitu's face with both hands, as if it was not his creation, but really a resurrected Saitu.

"Find out my beloved sister who was hidden by those humans, can you do it right, Sato?"

Sato looked at his creator devoutly: "I will obey your orders."

The long-haired boy standing on the edge of the wall had blood dripping from his fingers between his clenched fists.But he remained motionless in the end, letting everything unfold before him.

...I'm sorry, teacher, I'm sorry.I can't...can't be shaken.

Think nothing, I am water.

B.no matter what happens.