staircase.
The two people were motionless at the same time, as if the air had frozen.
"…Varied."
Xuanyue's movement downstairs froze. He looked at the mournful Yu Xingming downstairs, and his hands holding the escalator broke out in cold sweat.
He opened his mouth slightly, his eyes trembling in shock.
The blue-black eyes reflected the strong appearance of Mingming Island.
Although Bei Mingyu's body is much stronger than ten years ago, but——
Zhu Yue felt an unstoppable chill rushing to his forehead. He was panicking and subconsciously wanted to retreat and escape.
——He recognized that face with white eyes and a long scar on his forehead at a glance!
About ten years ago!
He is the monk who adopted himself in a dilapidated temple!
Zhu Yue's breathing became rapid, and cold sweat could not stop breaking out on his body, but his legs felt like lead, and he could not move.
Why? !
His mood gradually changed from surprise to horror.
Why is this guy in the Demon Slayer Corps? !
Zhuo Yue took a deep breath, his scalp numb.
——Shouldn’t he be defined as a murderer and have died in prison long ago? !
…
Below the stairs.
Mingyu Xingming raised his head and observed Yuyue.
The expression on his face seemed a little surprised.
This kid…
Memories came flooding back to me instantly.
Ah...it's him.
Eight years ago - he was adopted by himself as a child of his family.
The wisteria fireworks in the temple were extinguished and the ghosts were brought into the temple.
A child who allows himself to see his true nature.
After opening the transparent world, Bei Mingyu's observation of everything became clearer.
He observed Zhuo Yue's accelerated heartbeat.
The two were almost facing each other and were silent for a long time.
Just when Xuanyue was gritting his teeth, covered in cold sweat, almost unable to hold it in anymore, he wanted to pretend to ignore Mingmingyu and go downstairs.
Wei Mingyu clasped his hands together slightly, tears streaming down his face, veins bulging faintly at his temples:
"You..." His voice was thick and deep, frightening Zhuo Yue to stop immediately, and once again he did not dare to move.
Zhuo Yue stared at Bei Mingyu's movements.
--you? What? What do you want to ask?
His breathing became rapid.
——Are you here to ask me for guilt? !
Thinking of this, he was so flustered and anxious that he could not stabilize his mentality for a moment. He immediately straightened up, his eyes evasive and shouted:
"I did nothing wrong..."
But Mingyu's voice sounded together with him:
"Do you want to become a swordsman..."
Hear the words.
Huang Yue, who was shouting with his mouth open, was stunned. What he wanted to say was choked in his mouth. He opened his mouth forcefully but nothing came out.
He looked towards Bei Ming Island in disbelief.
In a suffocating atmosphere.
Zhuo Yue slowly closed his mouth, frowned tightly, and almost squeezed out a sound from his throat:
"…Um."
After hearing Zhuo Yue's reply, Bei Mingyu nodded as if he hadn't heard what he said before.
The hand holding the beads turned white.
The red prayer beads in his hand were moving:
"That's it."
Then, he opened his legs and walked up the stairs step by step.
Tread, step.
The sound of heavy footsteps rang in Zhu Yue's ears. He was sweating profusely and took a step back in panic.
tread.
Finally, Wei Mingyu walked to the corner of the stairs and stopped next to Zhu Yue. A huge shadow instantly enveloped Zhu Yue.
Gudu.
Zhuo Yue did not dare to move at all. He was frozen in place. He never thought that the thin monk ten years ago would become as strong as he is today.
He swallowed hard, and the clothes on his back were soaked with sweat from nervousness.
Mingyu moved his prayer beads without saying a word.
Finally, when Zhuo Yue himself turned pale in panic, he collapsed to the ground as if he was about to collapse.
He spoke slowly.
"That."
Weimingyu took steps towards the second floor, his prayer beads swaying as his body moved:
"Try Harder."
Finished.
tread.
The sound of heavy footsteps crossed Yuyue and gradually moved away.
Zhuo Yue held his breath.
After standing still for a while, I couldn't hear the footsteps of Wei Mingyu at all.
"Pfft...huh...ha...ha...!"
Zhuo Yue's legs weakened and he suddenly fell to his knees in the stairwell. He held his hands on the ground in front of him, breathing in air like a drowning fish.
Sweat dripped from his forehead and fell to the ground, and his dazed eyes were full of panic and emotions of the aftermath.
——If that guy just wanted to kill me...
——Absolutely a piece of cake!
Thinking this, he raised his head and looked forward.
There is always only one reason to practice hard if you want to become stronger.
——Stay alive.
No matter what the situation, you can survive.
As long as you survive, you will be the one who wins in the end.
This is the idea that Zhuo Yue holds to this day.
Eight years ago, he introduced ghosts into the temple just to keep himself alive.
after a while.
Snap, snap.
Zhu Yue staggered up from the stairwell, stood up, and leaned on the handrail of the stairs.
His expression was full of unwillingness and hatred.
He gritted his teeth and muttered to himself, then looked back in the direction of the second floor:
"Ah...you don't need to say..."
"I will work hard…"
"Become stronger than you..."
Until then - if you want to kill me again, it will be impossible!
Suddenly, Zhu Yue's eyes became fierce.
No!
Until then…
He will strike first.
With this thought in his mind, he staggered towards the courtyard.
…
…
Second floor.
Wei Mingyu walked in the corridor, feeling the breath of the people in each ward in the corridor.
He had noticed all the changes in Zhou Yue's body just now.
The bulging veins were still jumping around his temples.
No matter what kind of person he is - his bad nature will be exposed in the face of life and death.
This is especially true for children.
They are pure, weak, lie casually, and act cruelly without caring.
Thinking about that scene eight years ago now, even though he had been reciting Buddhist scriptures all year round, he still felt uncontrollable anger welling up in his heart.
The moment he saw Zhuo Yue, the anger that welled up in his heart almost overwhelmed his reason.
Thinking of this.
Snap.
Wai Mingyu clasped his hands together and silently recited the Buddha's name.
At this time.
At the other end of the corridor.
Tanjuro, holding the two children, noticed the approaching Wailing Island.
"Mr. Mingmingyu?"
…
…
at the same time.
Mingyu Xingming didn't know about the hidden logistics department.
At this time, it was time to recruit new team members.
The new team members who hide are usually selected from the swordsmen who dare not participate in the final selection, or those who rush to hide from the beginning.
"May I have your name?"
The person in charge of registering the name of the person looked at the young girl in front of him. He frowned slightly, and then sighed helplessly:
"Age? Why do you want to join Yin?"
The girl was wearing the Yin uniform she had just received. She had a serious expression and held her tone:
"Say, Sayo, twelve years old!"
She was a little nervous, and the sweat on her forehead betrayed her inner panic:
"I, I want to find a tall, thin person named Bei Mingyu."
Saying that, Sayo suddenly closed his eyes and shouted as if he had resigned himself to his fate:
"I want to apologize to him!"
Yue Yue will die
(End of chapter)
