ghost.
It is a product that goes against the laws of nature.
People who were supposed to die turned into ghosts and continued to slaughter those who came after them.
Some people are afraid of ghosts, and naturally some people are attracted to them.
At this point, Long Yin and the ghost are the same.
The power of immortality is too tempting.
They will distort people's normal way of survival.
The reason why the number of ghosts is gradually increasing is simply because of Wu Kai's desire to be completely immortal.
Those who have experienced the world of "Sekiro" have distorted human nature due to the existence of immortality.
Tanjuro had already realized this.
Whether it's [Ghost] or [Long Yin].
They should all disappear completely.
"Wolf... come with me to sever immortality."
For the first time in memory, Kuro spoke to himself in such a pleading tone.
Sometimes, Tanjuro is extremely lucky.
Jiulang, who holds Longyin, is a child with a sincere heart.
And the Demon Slayer Squad.
He turned his head and looked at Tomioka Giyu, who was bandaging Yusui's wound.
It's a group of kids like Kuro.
…
Yoshiwara Flower Street.
In the gloomy sky, the rolling dark clouds gradually dispersed, revealing the bright moon that had been slightly obscured just now.
Something different than usual.
Uh-huh!
Tanjuro straightened his body, flicked the blade subconsciously, and slowly sheathed the wedge pill.
He glanced sideways and glanced at the heads of the prostitute Taro and the fallen princess who had not dissipated and were still talking on the street not far away.
The prostitute Taro has not completely turned into ashes, and the power of resurrection and the paper man have not appeared.
Immersed in my mind, I felt the memory of the battle named [Ji Kuni Enichi].
This extra memory in my mind did not emerge from the ghost.
But - as if he should have it, it emerged from the depths of his mind.
for a long time.
Tanjuro opened his eyes.
In the environment where the battle had just ended, he did not dare to feel the memory deeply, but only touched it slightly.
A perspective from memory.
It was the ancestor of the Kamado family hundreds of years ago.
[Zamomen Tanji].
…
on the street.
The prostitute Taro was silent for a while. He slowly turned his head and stared at the moon in the sky.
At this moment, he also remembered the vow he had made with Mei - "never be separated".
The dark night sky was reflected in the yellow mirror-like eyes, and the dim clouds blown by the wind were slowly drifting under the bright moon.
His mood fell silent.
"I'm going to die." Taro the prostitute said calmly.
It's a pity that there is nothing in the world that can suddenly increase one's strength and win victory after some memories like in the villain's picture book.
The world is cruel and realistic, all the time.
It always likes to hit you hard when you are complacent and full of expectations for tomorrow.
That's why he just chose to throw all his strength into his sister instead of overestimating his own capabilities and fighting back with all his strength.
"...Yeah." Mei nodded, her sour eyes a little blurry: "Sure enough, I'm still a little bit unwilling to lose!"
At this time.
not far away.
Tanjuro's eyes stopped on the heads of the prostitute Taro and Feng Ji. He looked at the two brothers and sisters who were gradually turning into ashes, ignoring the memories in his mind.
A step under his feet.
Snap.
Jumped off the roof and landed in front of the brother and sister, blocking the bright moon from their sight.
ah.
The prostitute Taro's drooped eyelids twitched:
"Hey...it's blocking the moon."
The prostitute Taro, who was quietly staring at the bright moon, paused. Seeing that the visitor did not react, his eyes slowly moved downwards and looked at Tanjuro, who had his back to the moon:
"...What are you looking at me doing?"
He has been declared dead and has nothing to fear. The prostitute Taro's voice was very low:
"Why, are you scared by my appearance?"
He raised his head, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and raised the tone of his hoarse voice:
"I didn't see you looking like ink marks when you chopped my neck just now."
The prostitute Taro secretly observed Tanjuro's reaction with a smile in his eyes, and found that there was no change in his expression.
His stiff smile was a little embarrassing.
——What a strange guy.
beside.
"Hmph!" Mei puffed her lips, glared at Tanjuro fiercely, and then turned away.
It seems to be because the second ghost is already the third string.
At this moment, the speed of the head turning into ashes was extremely slow.
If the obsession is deep enough, Taro the prostitute actually has the ability to break through the weakness of [beheading], becoming the second ghost besides Muzan who is not afraid of being beheaded.
At this time.
Yusui Tianyuan, who had bandaged his wounds, and Tomioka Giyuu also came over.
"...This is not gorgeous at all." Yusui Tianyuan covered his left arm and clenched his fist. A feeling of weakness came over him, and the expression on his face was a little lost.
Don't worry, the left arm is still there.
It's just that because of the injury, I can't hold the knife for the time being.
With his quick reactions and open mind, he managed to dodge the fatal blow even when faced with the sudden attack from the third string.
"The muscles of Yu Sui's left hand were severed, but no bones were injured."
Tomioka Giyuu's eyes paused on the prostitute Taro's head for a moment, then he looked away, raised his head and said simply to Tanjuro:
"He is a dual-sword swordsman. He can still hold a sword and can be considered uninjured."
Hear the words.
"Hey!" Yuzhen was curiously observing the two heads on the ground. When he heard Tomioka's words, veins suddenly appeared on his forehead and he looked here angrily:
"What are you talking to yourself about?"
Tomioka Yiyong had a sullen face and did not answer.
"I understand." After nodding to Tomioka, Tanjuro quickly withdrew his eyes and squatted down.
He lowered his head and looked at the confused prostitute Taro. His tone was calm, as if he was stating a fact:
"After ghosts die, they go to hell to atone for their past sins."
"It's true," he said.
"...Hell?" Upon hearing this, Mei, who was in a daze at the side, suddenly focused her eyes and looked this way.
"Ah...?" Prostitute Taro's expression became quite strange. He raised his brows, and the shark teeth were exposed in the air as he opened his mouth:
"...What am I supposed to say...that's all?"
hell…?
This is a legend from what era.
His head trembled while he was lying down, and he almost cried out in joy:
"Even if you really have to go to hell, then..."
"You don't have to care."
Tanjuro interrupted him, turned his head and looked at Mei who was also looking at this side. Their eyes touched for a moment:
"What about...your sister?"
He turned around, his dark red eyes like Tomioka Giyuu reflecting the gradually surprised expression of the prostitute Taro, and said in a deep tone:
"She's going to hell too."
"Huh...?" When he mentioned his sister, Taro the prostitute's expression became stiff. He hesitated for a moment, and his tone was very unnatural, as if he was a little angry:
"…What do you want to do?"
What's the point of saying this, just to irritate myself...but it's meaningless.
The prostitute Taro's eyes gradually darkened, and he gritted his teeth.
Looking at the way the ashes spread to the prostitute Taro's chin, Tanjuro speeded up his questioning:
"Tell me the terrible news you know."
His eyes were solemn:
"The more, the merrier."
Hear the words.
——?
"...Why?" The suspicion on the prostitute Taro's face became more and more serious. He lowered the corners of his mouth and said in a low voice:
"This has nothing to do with going to hell."
"Do something good and your sister might receive a lighter punishment when she goes to hell."
When Tanjuro said this, he did not look at the prostitute Taro, but looked at the empty street aside:
"The ghost king's sins are far worse than yours. Telling the ghost hunters the news about the ghost king can be considered as atonement in advance."
When the prostitute Taro heard this, he slowly fell into deep thought.
He frowned and lowered his eyes in confusion.
--is that so?
…
…
at the same time.
In the infinite city.
Creak... creak...
The scarlet flesh squirmed and climbed, crowded together, and gradually merged and converged.
Wuhan, who had begun to take on human form, appeared on the chair. He held the armrests of the chair and gasped for air.
"Huh..." He staggered and held on to the chair, fine sweat secreting from his pale skin, which looked faintly moist under the reflection of the warm-colored light.
Wu Kuai raised his arm, glanced at his trembling hands, let out a long sigh of relief, and put his arm casually as if he was losing his strength.
Since that snowy night, I met that guy more and more frequently.
It was as if he himself had started this extremely painful experience.
There was some regret in his heart.
If I hadn't gone out that day, wouldn't these things have happened now...
Wu Mei's eyes wandered from side to side as he thought about what had happened recently.
The number of windings is rapidly decreasing.
In just a few months, deaths that had not occurred for hundreds of years continued one after another.
The only one who can do something like this that no one has been able to do since then is that guy.
The number of Lu Shangxian is now active outside, and only Yiwozuo and Tongmo are left.
Thinking of this, Wu Kai's pupils suddenly shrank.
If all the windings die, then...
--It's fine.
He thought to himself.
——No one can find him in this infinite city in an underground space.
——As long as you stay here, you can survive!
In the scarlet eyes, the hope of survival is shining.
——Wait until he finds the blue Higan flower!
…
…
Flower Street.
"The location of Infinite City is underground."
The prostitute Taro said to Tanjuro concisely and forcefully.
"Controlled by a lute girl."
He finally chose to believe Tanjuro's words.
Although, he hates the glamorous appearance of the Demon Slayer Squad and their "I am the decent, you are all evil" face.
This reminded him of the samurai who burned Mei, and he was disgusted.
but…
The prostitute Taro turned his head slightly and glanced at Mei, whose eyes were trembling next to him.
He could curse harshly, but Mei couldn't.
Thinking back to what Tanjuro said about hell.
——Only Mei can’t do it.
"But, I don't know the specific location." After thinking for a while, under Tanjuro's gaze, he continued:
"During the last Shangxian meeting, Wu Kuai... Wu Kuai sent Yuhu and Hantengu to who knows where."
"Shortly after that, Mei and I became the third one on the string. Those two guys were probably dead."
Although the prostitute Taro did not show up during the meeting, he was awake and naturally understood everything mentioned in the meeting.
The prostitute Taro lowered his eyes, his voice was low and hoarse, and his eyes moved slightly from side to side:
"Ah...right."
"Wuxian also asked Mr. Tong Mo...now the first string to develop followers and find the blue Bianhua flower."
"What is the name of his followers...the Eternal Bliss Sect, that's probably the name."
After hearing the important information, Tanjuro nodded and continued to ask:
"Anymore?"
"And..." Prostitute Taro's voice gradually became lower, and he fell into deep thought.
He didn't pay much attention to Wu Mei's movements, that kind of thing meant nothing to him.
The prostitute Taro has no special emotions towards Muzan. For him, the most important thing is to survive.
Seeing the other person seem unable to speak for a while.
Tanjuro changed his explanation. He thought for a moment and wanted to confirm his previous guess:
"Then..." He hesitated for a moment:
"Hei Shimo, what news or movement has he had recently?"
Hear the words.
"...Black Death Mou?" Taro the prostitute looked at Tanjuro suspiciously. He was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized:
"One of the former winding strings?" He glanced at Tanjuro, seeming a little surprised as to why the other party was wondering about Hei Shimo:
"he died."
"Wuxian said this during the last winding meeting."
Taro the prostitute answered truthfully.
After saying that, he still glanced at Tanjuro who was in a daze strangely.
The moment his full-strength blood ghost technique was stopped by Tanjuro, Taro the prostitute had a rough idea in his mind.
I was still wondering why Hei Shimo died before, but now it seems that - maybe he was killed by him.
This is also the reason why Taro the prostitute chose to run away in the first place.
Now, the person who killed Hei Death Mou was actually asking what happened to Hei Death Mou, and the prostitute Taro naturally found it strange.
Suddenly, the prostitute Taro's eyes opened slightly.
——Could it be that... there was someone else who killed Qian Shangyi?
In this case…
Aren't there two people with such fighting prowess...
Deep in his heart, he observed three seconds of silence for Yiwozuo and Tongmo.
After waiting for a long time, when he found that Tanjuro was still in a daze, he twitched the corner of his mouth and shouted impatiently:
"...What's wrong? I've been stunned for so long."
"Hey!" Prostitute Taro lowered his eyes and looked at the ashes that had begun to spread from all around, and he shouted anxiously.
"...It's okay." Tanjuro came back to his senses. In his mind, everything was connected in series and confirmed.
After thinking for a moment, he said:
"Have a good death."
"?"
The prostitute Taro frowned, his eyes doubtful.
Mei stood aside, quietly listening to the conversation between her brother and Tanjuro, and she stared at Haoyue.
hell…
She turned her head slightly and looked at her anxious brother.
Now leave the opportunity for redemption to your brother.
Just like before, when he was a human being, his brother always protected him.
This time, it's the younger sister's turn to protect her older brother.
She thought without making a sound.
…
soon.
"I have no problem." Tanjuro nodded. He stood up slowly and backed away slowly:
"Thanks."
"goodbye."
Looking at the prostitute Taro gradually turning into ashes on the ground, he said goodbye like this.
The prostitute Taro's eyes remained, watching Mei slowly dissipate, and finally turned into ashes together with Mei.
…
…
In a dark space.
Probably, it is the front station called hell.
The prostitute Taro opened his eyes. He slowly lowered his head and subconsciously glanced at his own hands, which had become younger.
——?
There was no trace of ghosts on his dirty little hands.
(End of chapter)
