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"Wow - this is really amazing."

Kunzhang Youruhito opened his eyes wide, looking at the almost destroyed forests around him, he couldn't help sighing.

Although this is only the suburbs of Tokyo—thankfully, it is only the suburbs. The originally neatly planted and dense groves have been completely destroyed, and the broken logs fell to the ground, silently telling how tragic the situation just happened.

"Well, after all, it is a super-level curse spirit."

Compared with Knotabagi Yujin, who was cautious and afraid of being attacked by a curse, Gojo Satoru was much more relaxed.

With his hands in his pockets, he walked casually among the broken logs, looking like a target of a curse spirit.

But looking at it like this, it's no wonder that group of old oranges who were about to rot so eagerly called him to deal with this powerful spell that suddenly appeared - it is not yet known whether it is a special grade, but judging from the destructive power, it is probably not too bad Far.

"It's really brutal."

Gojo Satoru stroked his chin, casually raised his foot and kicked the dying low-level curse beside his foot, and couldn't stop clicking his tongue.

In the eyes of ordinary people, it may just be like a strong wind passing through the country, with broken tree trunks criss-crossing.

However, in the eyes of the conjurer, in addition to a messy forest, there is also the stinking pus and blood sprayed on the broken tree trunks, and countless curses in strange shapes that fell on the ground.

The powerful spell power lingering on the super-level spell objects and super-level spell spirits will unconsciously attract these low-level spell spirits with low spiritual intelligence, but the current situation is really too exaggerated.

"It seems that something interesting is going to happen!" The super conjurer didn't look nervous at all, he dragged the guarded and cautious students beside him, and strode in.

"It's really exciting."

Ok……

Gojo Satoru held his chin and looked at the really small figure in the middle of the ruins from a distance, even the strongest was a little distressed.

The spell that should be the target of the mission is indeed quite interesting.

No, it might as well be too much fun.

"Old, teacher... that is!"

Knotabagi Youroto covered his mouth tightly, with an exaggerated expression on his face, and he tried his best not to let himself scream out.

Bone whips covered with sharp barbs on the edges tore through the clothes, extending inch by inch from the back, and the shadows cast by the curse spirit on the ground under the bright moonlight were like ghosts.

The ferocious bone whip was waving its teeth and claws in the air. Under the moonlight, Yuzu Yujin could clearly see the dark red blood dripping in a meandering way.

"This is really..."

Rao is as well-informed as Gojo Satoru, and he lost his words when he saw the picture in front of him.

Under the moonlight, the ragged boy—let’s call that curse spirit for now—kneeled on the ground, with crystal tears streaming down his face.

The pitch-black night couldn't stop Six Eyes from observing, Gojo Satoru could see clearly, the young man's face was in extreme pain and despair, as if he would suffocate to death in the next second.

Perhaps it was the movement from them that disturbed the curse spirit, and the knotted knotted Youren blinked in front of his eyes, as if he was being forcibly pulled by the back of his neck and retreated quickly.

The barbs on the bone whip almost brushed against his face, and the passing air made his cheeks hurt, as if his flesh was about to be torn apart.

"boom--"

The bone whip that passed close to his face hit the ground hard, causing a roar in his ears.The gravel was splashed, and Yuzu Yujin raised his hand to block his eyes, and couldn't help coughing a few times.

"It's dangerous." He sighed with lingering fear.

Perhaps shocked by the expression on that curse spirit's face, he actually forgot that what he saw was a ferocious super-level curse spirit.

"Who!"

The movement just now alarmed the curse spirit who lowered his head and didn't know what he was doing.The curse spirit suddenly turned his head, his crimson pupils filled with the cold and bright moonlight.

——It's not like the cloudy, yellow eyes full of malice like other curse spirits.

——It was the clear eyes that had been washed by tears just now, like the clear eyes of an innocent boy.

The curse spirit was obviously taken aback by the sudden appearance of the two, and wanted to flee from them in a panic.

——That's why it's really weird.Gojo Satoru stroked his chin, and let out a "huh" with a raised tone.

Leaving aside the strange aura that he had never seen before on the boy with the curse spirit, what made him even more puzzled was the behavior of this guy.

It's not incomprehensible for the low-level mantra spirit to run away when he saw him, but the one in front of him obviously shouldn't be scared by him and want to run away, right?

For details, you can probably refer to the inexplicable volcano head curse spirit before?

and--

The six eyes hidden under the eye mask blinked slightly, and the long and narrow white eyelashes brushed gently over the soft surface of the eye mask.

What the curse spirit boy showed just now was not fear of him at all.

Rather than saying that he was afraid of Gojo Satoru, it might be better to say that he was afraid of himself.

The bone whip couldn't be hit with a single blow, it quickly turned its direction as if it had its own consciousness, and charged aggressively towards Knotabagi Yourhito, who was dodging in a panic.

The smell of stench rushed towards the door, and Yuzu Yuhito opened his eyes wide, and he could almost see the black blood stains on the barbs of the bone whip, as well as the small air current that the bone whip cut through the air.

It's too late!

"careful!"

It wasn't Gojo Satoru who made the sound, but the owner of the bone whip, that super curse spirit.

The hideous and ugly bone whip was cut off suddenly, and the stinky blood was poured all over the head and face of the knotweed Yujin before he could even see it clearly.

This is thanks to Wujo Wuyou's infinity, otherwise it would be impossible to escape the fate of Knotabagi Youroto at this moment.

"Teacher!" Knotabagi Yujin wiped the blood from his face, before he could finish speaking, Gojo Satoru interrupted him.

"No. It wasn't me just now."

"Don't touch my blood!"

Seemingly seeing the action of Polygonum cuspidatum Youren just now, the curse spirit shouted hastily, almost breaking the sound.

"If you accidentally ingest ghost blood, you will become a ghost too!"

I don't know if it will become some ghost or not, but the scene in front of him after raising his head has already made him lose the ability to speak.

The curse pattern on the curse spirit's face twisted and circled like a flame, his face was resolute and fierce, and there were splashes of dark red blood on his face.

It was his own blood.

Holding a broken knife with a simple style and a bright red blade in his right hand, the curse spirit boy turned around without hesitation and chopped off the bone whip that had just attacked Yu Zhang Youren.

As if he didn't feel any pain, he didn't even look at the bone whip that fell to the side and was still bleeding continuously.

The corners of Mana Ling's lips were tightly locked and his brows were locked. Under the cold moonlight, his crimson hair and eyes seemed to be silently burning flames, exuding shocking vibration and heat.

"Please don't come here again!"

The boy kept stepping back while talking, "I can't control these things, it will hurt you."

In fact, it is far more than this problem.

Kamado Tanjiro backed away step by step, the bleeding from the cut just now could barely stop.The part cut off by He Dao would not recover quickly due to Gui Chaojue's regeneration ability, and the burning pain scorched his nerves. He clenched his teeth desperately so as not to let the painful cry escape his lips and tongue.

My stomach was burning with hunger, and the walls of my stomach were almost twisted together.The sharp fangs in his mouth bit his lips painfully, and the saliva that was constantly secreted almost overflowed from the corners of his mouth.Tanjiro licked his lips uncontrollably, the burning pain in his stomach reminding him over and over again of what he is doing now.

"Please don't come here."

he repeated.

He should have died in the final battle with Wu Mi, not to mention why he woke up in a completely unfamiliar environment, and the fact that he suddenly turned into a ghost has already made his mind dazed.

He shouldn't live like this as the new ghost king.

The words "Evil Demon Slayer" on the broken knife in his hand made his eyes hurt, and Kamado Tanjiro raised the knife, thinking this way.

Although Ghost Mai Tsuji has died, if he still exists, then the evil spirits will not be extinct, and the tragedy will repeat itself over and over again.

The sharp blade was attached to the fragile skin of the neck. It was supposed to be a bone-chilling blade, but at this moment it was like a scorching flame, almost making Tanjiro think that the skin on the neck would be melted by the high temperature.

The bone whip extending from the spine behind him seemed to have sensed his thoughts—Tanjiro couldn’t control them for the time being—waving it around quite violently, and the neat forests around him were destroyed in all directions.

The hard bone whip was firmly stuck on the blade, no matter how hard Tanjiro used his hand, he couldn't move the bright red katana forward.

It seemed that something was attracted to him, and the stench of blood made him cough.

When confronting the bone whip, Tanjiro once looked up at those monsters with strange shapes and unknown names.Those monsters seemed to regard him as something like food, but before they could get close to him, they were mercilessly torn apart by the remaining bone whips.

He had no choice but to kill himself.

Kamado Tanjiro backed away step by step, gradually opening up the distance from the two humans who appeared here for some unknown reason.

He had a keen sense of smell originally, but after becoming a ghost, his sense of smell became even more so to an unimaginable level.The sweet smell of flesh and blood constantly emanating from the two white-haired and pink-haired men seemed to be a torture, constantly seducing the desire for food buried in the ghost instinct, provoking his reason, trying to lure him to eat the evil apple.

Tanjiro has no way to guarantee whether he will lose his mind and attack these two people.

Just wait until dawn.

At dawn, for human beings, the warm sunshine will shine on the ghost, and he will be scorched by karmic fire as if in hell, burning away all the sins in this body.

Just like those evil spirits who were once beheaded by him, the broken limbs could no longer recover, and the originally fresh and strong muscles quickly withered, as if they were scorched by flames, blackened and scorched, and finally became a piece of flesh that died with the wind. The scattered ashes carry the sins of ghosts and disappear in this world.

The morning light penetrates the thin clouds, and the golden and misty sunlight gently falls on the ground, silently watching the messy forest.

So Yuzu Yuhito saw it, the strange curse spirit stretched out his hand, opened his arms, and threw himself into the sunlight impatiently.

It's like a moth to a flame, even if it is certain to die, there is no hesitation, and it is extremely beautiful.