A full moon hung in the dark night sky.
The pale moonlight fell on the snow-covered streets, and the light was reflected by the white snow, slightly illuminating the surrounding environment.
Da da da! !
A black figure was running towards the town at the moment.
"Ah——! Damn it! Damn it!" He held the blade at his waist and hung the knife on the white belt. The white word "Mie" on the back was extremely conspicuous in the night.
——The chase is lost! hateful! !
His short black hair, parted in the middle, was blown by the wind caused by running. He ran quickly on the street, anxious sweat secreting on his forehead.
His eyes glanced around frantically, quickly observing everything around him.
Da da da!
where? ! where! ?
Wearing the traditional uniform of the Demon Slayers, he suddenly stepped on his feet and stopped at an intersection in the town, looking quickly and panicked in both directions.
--Oops!
Looking around, my scalp suddenly became numb, and the thought that everything was over came to my mind.
——Me, where am I now? !
His face was pale and his head was covered in cold sweat.
He gritted his teeth and forced himself to calm down, but anxiety kept pouring out of his heart.
"Gah! Karma!!"
In the dark night sky, a black crow was perfectly hidden. It called down twice on its own initiative, and then reminded loudly:
"Gah!! Murata!! Calm down!"
"North! The ghost is in the north!!"
north!
When Murata heard the cry of the crow, he immediately seemed to grasp the last straw, his eyes lit up, and his head suddenly looked towards the north!
Then, he took a deep breath, suppressed his trembling arms, and continued to run wildly in that direction.
And just then.
The north direction he was running towards.
Creak...
There was a slight sound of wood decaying.
then.
boom--! !
A two-story house collapsed!
The wooden house suddenly kicked up a large amount of dust mist and snow from the other side of the street, and the wood chips all over the sky swept the street along with the air waves blown away by the pressure.
call--!
The dust instantly covered the entire street.
"What?!"
Murata had to stop suddenly. He subconsciously raised his arms, narrowed his eyes, and blocked himself in front of him.
But even so, he couldn't help but choke on the dust:
"...vomit cough cough cough!!"
The rising dust obscured his vision, and Murata had to stop temporarily.
After a while.
When the dust slowly fell to the ground, Murata was able to breathe again.
He struggled to open his eyes and looked through his arms towards the end of the street.
The next moment, his pupils shrank suddenly.
In his dazed pupils, Murata noticed that there seemed to be a figure buried under the collapsed building.
The man only had his upper body exposed and seemed to be struggling in pain.
Murata took a deep breath, then pinched his nose and ran towards that direction, shouting as he ran:
"Don't move!! I'm coming!!"
…
…
End of street.
The ruins of the two-story house collapsed on two adjacent streets.
"Mommy mommy!!"
The child was holding the hand of his mother who was buried under the rubble, hiding his face and crying. He was randomly pulling at the rubble with his hands, trying to pull his mother out.
"Mom! Let's get you out!"
"Brother, hurry up, let's lift it together!" Next to him, an obviously older child, with red eyes, kept lifting the beam that was holding his mother down.
Half of the mother's body was buried in the ruins. A line of blood dripped from her forehead. She raised her head in a daze and saw her two children.
She was dazed for a moment, looking to the side with confused eyes, and finally her eyes rested on the child in front of her.
Then, she suddenly woke up and shouted to her child in horror:
"Run! Leave me alone! Run!" As she said this, she pushed her child with her hands:
"Run quickly...!"
"No!" The younger brother cried loudly. He tried his best to lift the beam, but it had no effect.
At this time.
Tap tap tap!
There was a sound of rapid footsteps.
"Don't move!"
Murata was running all the way. He made a sliding shovel from a distance, raising a cloud of dust, and sprinted smoothly to squat in front of her.
Click.
He put away the knife at his waist, looked down at the situation in front of him, and comforted the woman:
"Don't worry, don't move, I will rescue you right now."
With that said, Murata started to lift the beams.
Creak——!
"Ho--!"
As Murata exerted force, the beam did not move at all.
The woman did not ask Murata for help.
She saw the knife on Murata's waist, suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm, raised her head, and asked in her hoarse voice:
"no no!"
"Please, take my two children away! Take them away!"
The woman's eyes were full of fear, her pupils were trembling, and her fear was suppressed in her calm tone:
"Monsters! There are monsters!"
"Take them both away, or we will all die here!"
"I beg you…"
monster?
When Murata heard this, a slight cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He swallowed nervously, quickly raised his head and looked around.
Sure enough, after a simple glance, he found it on the ruins not far away.
A smashed figure that was not humanoid was slowly standing up, making creaking sounds all over its body, and gradually regaining its human shape.
——It’s a ghost!
Murata's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously touched the Nichirin Sword at his waist.
Snapped!
The woman's eyes locked with Murata's. She grabbed Murata's arm and her pale lips trembled slightly:
"…please."
"Take them away!"
Murata lowered his head and looked at the woman's begging look and at the two children who were crying and shouting next to her.
He felt anxious and panicked for a moment.
"Mom! What are you talking about!" The older boy gritted his teeth and was desperately moving the beams. His face turned red: "We have to go together!!"
"That's enough!" The woman's eyes were red, her lips were trembling, and she said to the child: "Be obedient, Zhuo Ye!"
Murata stood up staggeringly. He took two steps back and looked up at the evil ghost who was recovering his body not far away.
Click.
He held the Nichirin sword at his waist.
Da da da…
His hands were shaking, and this was the sound of the sword and scabbard colliding with each other due to shaking.
"Huh..." Murata's face was pale, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his eyes were wandering between the evil ghost, the two children and the woman in a daze.
The mother was right.
When that ghost recovers, I'm afraid everyone here will die.
Thinking of this, Murata looked at the two children.
He immediately bent down, holding one in each hand, and forced the two children to stand up.
Then turned around suddenly!
Tap tap tap!
He quickly ran away from here.
"Thanks……"
The mother in the ruins stared at Murata's retreating back. She covered her mouth tightly, tears overflowing from the corners of her eyes.
Unconsciously, she stretched out her hand and grabbed it in the direction of Murata.
…
After a while.
The evil ghost has repaired his body.
Just as the woman closed her eyes, she listened to the approaching footsteps in the ruins behind her.
Murata's angry shouts sounded not far away, followed by the sound of rapid running and stamping on the ground:
"Hey——!! That bastard!!"
The mother opened her eyes suddenly and looked in the direction of the sound.
——Murata's face was pale. He held the Nichirin Sword in both hands, and his arms were shaking obviously.
But he still had the courage to shout at the evil ghost behind the woman:
"You ugly monster!! Come here! Let me chop off your dog's head!!"
