Only 100 days left in life

There was a heart-wrenching scream from outside the house, "My ball—"

Zhu Shamaru stood on the outside of the field, thinking of the handball that he would never return with a painful heart.

She never thought that after following the order of the adult to come to this shabby little place, she would meet a human being who could destroy her ball directly.

That was the handball she manipulated with the vampire technique, and she threw it at a place where no one was around. How could he react and crush the ball directly? !It doesn't make sense at all!

Her heart ached, "I want to kill him to avenge my handball!!"

"How's your strength?" Yawahae asked.

"According to the news that the handball finally came back, I can directly destroy my handball with bare hands," Shu Samaru said, "It seems that the physical strength is very high, and the agility is also very high."

She gritted her teeth and said, "I must—"

"Okay," Yawaha raised her hand to stop her wailing, "wait a minute. It's just a human being, nothing difficult."

The eyes on his hand were open, "Don't waste it for now, he will definitely come out and seize that opportunity."

Zhu Shawan nodded, cautiously waiting for that person to come out.

inside the house.

Kamado Tanjiro looked at Fuheshier in shock.

Such physical strength, and such a keen reaction speed—is it really possible for a human being to do it? !

Can he be such a person?

If he could become such a person, he might be able to kill Ghost Mai Tsuji and avenge his loved ones!

Many thoughts flashed through my mind, before Tanjirou Kamado could speak, Mariko Shiratori, who was pressed down by him, moved and poked her head out from the other side.

With loose hair resting on Shiratori Mariko's shoulders, she struggled hard to resist drowsiness, but every cell in her body was clamoring for her to give up quickly, and the fatigue from the disease made the situation worse.

"Shir," she bit her lip hard, forcing herself to stay awake, "Can you do that? Do you want to call Gojo Satoru?"

The severe pain stimulated Shiratori Mariko's nerves, making her wake up a little bit, "Or should I go home and take refuge first, and then come back during the day?"

She recalled Miss Zhu Shi's words just now, "It should be a ghost? If so, we can come here during the day, so there will be no big problem."

Fu Heisher clicked his tongue lazily, as if he was a little upset that she mentioned Gojo Satoru.

"No," he said, "it's not necessary."

"Really?" Shiratori Mariko said a little uncertainly, "Don't be brave, it sounds very powerful."

Drowsiness surged up again, and the wound that was bitten and bleeding just now was a little numb. Mariko Shiratori was actually sleepy and unconscious, but she still stubbornly half-opened her eyes and said vaguely, "It's really impossible, let's take them first. It’s okay to go home, I’m really sleepy.”

Fuheshier sighed.

"Got it," he said, "go to sleep."

Hearing these words that were like sleeping pills, Shiratori Mariko tilted her head in relief and fell asleep.

She seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep immediately, her breathing was gentle, but her brows were still tightly frowned, as if she was still a little worried about the environment she was in.

Kamado Tanjiro took off his coat and covered Shiratori Mariko.

"That, Mr. Fuhei," he clenched the knife in his hand, and said firmly, "I'll go with you."

Fuheshier didn't respond to Kamado Tanjiro at all.

After Shiratori Mariko fell asleep, he seemed to become even more inhumane, as if the skin disguised by a wild beast was suddenly torn, and he didn't even intend to disguise basic politeness.

He stretched his waist self-consciously, moved his body briefly, and galloped away in the direction of the attack just now.

After only two or three steps, at the same time, he spit out a pill-shaped curse spirit from his mouth, threw it on his shoulder casually, and took out a handful of curse tools from Ugly Treasure's mouth, weighed it twice .

Zamon Tanjiro also rushed out with the knife in his hand, arriving at the door a few steps later than Fuheshier.

Seeing the strangely dressed man rushing out, Susamaru and Yawaha exchanged glances.

"You are the guy who just destroyed my handball?" Zhu Samaru said bluntly, "It's really rude, what are you going to-"

Before she could finish her sentence, Fu Heisher rushed forward waving the magic tool.

Damn, what a strong force——

With the gust of wind coming, Zhu Shawan subconsciously threw all the balls towards Fu Heisher, but he danced like a tiger with a knife, and the artistic conception of the handballs that approached him undoubtedly turned into debris, and there were many Floating in the garden.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Shawan couldn't be more heartbroken.

"My ball!" she said angrily, and the clothes suddenly burst open, and several new arms grew from the sides. "I want you to pay back my ball with your life!"

Fu Heisher raised his eyebrows in surprise.

But he didn't bother to think about how this guy grew three heads and six arms, he just waved the magic tool on his hand interestingly, "It's interesting."

He pulled out a sticky dagger from the mouth of the ugly treasure wrapped around his body, and threw it towards Zhu Shawan without hesitation.

The piercing sound approached Zhu Shawan, and she subconsciously fell backwards, but the dagger was reversed and stabbed straight back.

Fu Heisher sneered, and raised his hand to easily block the dagger that turned back.

The dagger jingled and fell to the ground on one side, and did not move anymore.

It was only then that Yawaha realized that the dagger was probably deliberately thrown by this guy to test his blood ghost skills.

Fuheisher, whom Yawaha considered quite scheming, shook his blade and stood in the courtyard under the moonlight.

He looked more like a ghost than a ghost, it was terrifying to the point of astonishment, "Are you the Twelve Ghost Moons that guy said?"

"Hey! What is that guy!" Yushiro, who was standing on the window sill on the second floor and was about to help at any time, suddenly exploded, and said angrily, "Master Zhushi! It's Master Zhushi!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm not very good at remembering people's names," Fuheshier said without sincerity, "It's almost the same meaning anyway."

He licked the scar at the corner of his mouth and smiled, "Really?"

"We are indeed Twelve Ghost Moons," Yawaha said cautiously, "Since you know the name of Twelve Ghost Moons, you should—"

Before he could react, Fuhesher's spell tool cut off his neck easily.

"That's right," Fuheshier said lazily, "I'll go find it if I don't."

He looked at Tanjiro Kamado who was standing aside and entangled with Zhu Samaru with a little disgust, and walked towards that side, but Yawaha caught his palm unexpectedly.

The palm in the mouth was harder than a wall of lime mixed with bricks, and Yawahae's teeth were about to be broken by such flesh.

Originally thought that he could bite off a large piece of bloody and fleshy palm, but he was the only one who was actually injured. For the first time, Yawaha felt confused about his ghost life.

Is this really human?Or is he a ghost and he is a human being?Why is this person more like a ghost than a ghost?

Not knowing what he was thinking, Fu Heisher shook it casually, but didn't.

Yawayu was still biting his palm quite persistently, without any sign of letting go, Fuheisher simply hit him with the other hand, and finally brought the guy's head back to the ground .

Yawaha's head rolled twice on the ground, and then connected to the body that ran nearby at some point.

The broken neck healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into a thin line under Fu Heisher's gaze, and stood up again.

It was only then that Fu Heisher discovered that this so-called "ghost" seemed to have survived even if his head was pulled out.

"It's a little troublesome," he said a little annoyed.

"Mr. Fuguro—" Tanjirou Kamado on the other side rolled on the ground, and threw the Japanese sword in his hand to Fuheshier, "Use this!"

He narrowly avoided Zhu Shawan's attack, and shouted, "Use this, cut your neck directly!"

Fu Heisher threw the magic tool worth [-] million in his hand to him, and he took the knife that looked pretty good by himself.

He slashed towards Yawayu's neck without hesitation, fearing that one slash would not be enough, so he slashed a few more times before stopping.

This time, Yawaha was indeed dead and couldn't die anymore.Like a tomato that has been cut open, he struggled a few times, and it was difficult to get up again.

Yushiro accurately dropped the blood collection equipment from the position on the second floor, and waited for the battle to end before recycling it.

"I don't think you need to worry about him at all," he couldn't help complaining to Miss Zhu Shi beside him, "When you meet a ghost, you should be worried about the ghost!"

Look at this violent technique, this slashing without hesitation, it must be a powerful person who has experienced many battles.

How could this kind of person who can crush ghosts to death with a wave of his hand need them to worry? !

After weighing this good weapon a few times with satisfaction, Fuheshier picked up the red-haired kid and threw it to Yushiro's place on the second floor.

"What, Mr. Fukuro," Kamado Tanjirou who was thrown up by the collar at the nape of his neck had already sat on Yushirou's body before he could react.

He hurriedly jumped down, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to!!!"

"Hey——what are you doing, you bastard!" Yushiro who was hit didn't pay attention to Tanjiro at all, and just shouted dissatisfiedly at Fuheshier, "Be more polite to me!"

Fuheshier sneered.

He quickly ran up to Shu Samaru, who was attacking Tanjirou, and before he could withdraw, he waved the knife in his hand twice casually, and the opponent fell down clutching his neck without any doubt.

Although it was reasonable for these miscellaneous fish to fail in his hands, it was really bad and couldn't be worse.

Are all twelve ghost months like this?That's too shameful, it's almost the same as changing the name to Twelve Pig Heads.

——Barely counting the so-called ghosts as being more than [-] times stronger than these two guys, it can only be considered okay.The strongest in this world is weak no matter what.

Whether it's the Gotiao family's little ghost or other little ghosts, they are more than a little bit inferior, but the so-called "blood ghost technique" is a little more interesting than the conjurer's tricks.

Looking at the quiet courtyard again, Fu Heisher clicked his tongue, "I'm not enjoying myself yet."

He flicked a knife and said with satisfaction, "This knife is not bad."