…
Feel the touch on your shoulders.
"Ah?" The bald cultist turned his head in confusion and squinted his eyes for a moment.
side.
"Hello." Butterfly Ninja smiled, and the handle of the Nichirin sword on his waist was [inadvertently] exposed.
See this.
The believer's eyes gradually froze in place.
…
…
soon.
Deep in the dark alley.
boom!
The bald cultist fell to the ground. He staggered back, his shiny forehead covered with cold sweat:
"Really! I don't know anything else!"
His narrowed eyes widened, and he yelled an explanation with fear:
"I'm just an ordinary believer. Recently, the Eternal Bliss Sect is recruiting believers on a large scale! The nearby church is right here!"
"I just act according to the message."
"Everything is the order of the Patriarch!"
As he spoke, he swallowed a sip of saliva. The bald cultist's pupils trembled and he looked in front of him.
before.
The shadows of the three men loomed over him.
"Eh...really?"
Butterfly Ninja said softly, lowering his eyes and looking down at him. The emotions contained in the eyes shrouded by shadows could not be seen:
"It's very suspicious."
His slender fingers were twisting the handle of the knife, but he did not pull out the blade, as if he was just threatening.
[Eternal Bliss Sect], there is nothing wrong with its name and doctrine, but——
The day before yesterday, the bird had delivered a message to her.
It is the information obtained by Tomioka Giyu about Yoshihara Flower Street.
It seems that the name of a certain church that is under string control is [Eternal Bliss Sect].
Moreover, Shangxian is already more than half dead and has not yet met the guy his sister described, so...
The "father" of this church is most likely him.
Think about this.
The Butterfly Ninja slowly opened his eyes, his expression gloomy, and his heart beat slightly faster.
beside.
"...Ninja-sama."
Kanzaki Aoi was looking at Butterfly Ninja with some worry.
Sister Ren...are you angry?
Just now, when she didn't react to anything.
The butterfly ninja had already led this uncle into the alley quickly.
——But is this really okay?
——Now, it’s coercion...
She was stunned.
——No, it’s an interrogation!
She looked at the bald cultist who staggered to the ground due to fear.
——Looks like just an ordinary middle-aged uncle.
Thinking about it, Kanzaki Aoi turned to look at Shanahu on the side, trying to get the other person's thoughts.
Chanel just smiled without making any move.
At this time.
"Then, why do you want us to join this church?"
Butterfly Ninja smiled and asked softly to the bald cultist who fell to the ground in front of her:
"I can see clearly that Mr. Cultist walked out of the crowd and came straight towards us——"
She opened her eyes that were bent with a smile, and her purple eyes without highlights in the shadows stared at the bald cultist:
"It's useless to lie."
Click.
The blade of the Sun Lun Sword collided slightly with the scabbard, making a crisp sound.
The light reflected from the blade dazzled the cultist's face, and his face suddenly turned pale:
"Wait! I know!"
The bald believer heard the collision of gold and iron. He sat up in horror and subconsciously stretched out his palms to cover himself:
"I said! I said everything!"
His breathing was a little rapid, his eyes averted, and he took two deep breaths:
"I'm looking for you because the patriarch likes young women. If you do this, my class will rise..."
"and…"
Under the gloomy smile of the butterfly ninja, the bald cultist timidly whispered:
"I feel... you guys are easy to fool."
After these words were spoken.
!
The bald cultist suddenly became excited. He looked around nervously and rubbed his shoulders unconsciously.
——Why, it feels like the surroundings have suddenly become colder.
"Do you feel it..." Butterfly Ninja lowered his head, veins faintly bulging on the back of his hands.
He noticed the smell of blood on the believers in front of him.
For this simple reason…
She slowly raised her eyes and looked directly at the bald believer, her tone was particularly kind in the cold atmosphere:
"What on earth are you..."
"——How do you feel that you are alive till now?"
Snap.
So...so cruel!
Kanzaki Aoi looked at the Butterfly Ninja next to her in surprise. She was so frightened that she took half a step back, her face full of surprise.
In her impression, the kind and smiling Shinobu-sama would never say such a thing!
But Shanahu on the side still didn't react at all, as if she had already become accustomed to it.
Butterfly Ninja said this, and at the same time he was thinking in his heart, his eyes constantly looking at the believers:
"If you're just an ordinary believer, have you ever seen the patriarch?"
"What's the purpose of recruiting believers?"
Hearing this, the bald believer suddenly trembled. He turned his head and his voice trembled:
"Never... never seen it!"
"A believer like me is not qualified to meet the patriarch...let alone the purpose..."
He tentatively suspected: "Probably, for money?"
The bald cultist squinted his eyes again, as if he was afraid and could not bear to look directly at the butterfly.
On his forehead, more and more sweat was secreted.
Sudden.
Snap.
A hand suddenly stretched out.
The bald cultist was stunned for a moment. He looked at the butterfly ninja who squatted down and pinched his wrist with his thumb in surprise.
Thump, thump.
After a while.
"That's it." Butterfly reluctantly felt the pulse of the bald cultist and stood up slightly. She let go of her hand and raised her lips slightly:
"Well, that's pretty much what I wanted to know."
"Thank you, Mr. Baldhead."
After saying that, she turned sideways, as if she was about to leave.
The bald cultist was startled. He looked at the three people who were about to leave, and a stone fell heavily in his heart.
gone?
He let out a long breath, his back was soaked with cold sweat, and his panic gradually calmed down.
After all - not only is he not an ordinary believer, he is also the closest believer to the Patriarch.
He knows a little bit about what he should know and what he doesn't know.
Today I just came to an area far away from the bishop’s location to see how the church here has developed.
Who would have thought that he would meet these three extremely terrifying guys!
Bless you, the Patriarch!
The bald cultist's eyes were squinted, or rather his eyes were squinted to begin with.
If the other party forces him to reveal all the information he knows, then——
Thinking about it, the bald cultist started to sweat more on his face.
Just when he thought the three Butterfly Ninjas were leaving just like that.
Snap.
"correct."
The butterfly ninja who turned around suddenly stopped, turned his face slightly, looked at the bald believer with a smile, and used the same tone.
She pretended not to recognize her and raised her hand slightly to say hello:
"Ah, this bald gentleman is so nice."
"I don't know, are you interested in knowing about my organization...Oh, no, it's the church."
The butterfly ninja smiled and tilted his head, opened his hands, and lightly overlapped his fingertips:
"The name of our church is——"
She opened her eyes without any light, and her voice suddenly became low:
"Demon Slayer Squad."
Finished.
The smile on Butterfly Ren's lips suddenly disappeared, and she glanced at the cultivator coldly.
"Take him with you and let's go back to Butterfly House together."
The bald believer suddenly turned pale, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
My heart kept shouting.
——Master Jiaozu! !
…
On the way.
"Ugh! Ugh!!"
Chanel's face was expressionless. She was walking effortlessly while carrying the tied and gagged bald cultist on her back.
The bald believer kept struggling, trying to make a louder noise to attract people around him to come to help him.
But - after trying to twist off the cloth covering his eyes and seeing the surrounding scene clearly in a panic, he suddenly fell into despair.
From the eyes that narrowed and gradually widened, the rugged appearance of the surrounding mountains and rocks was reflected.
——Why would anyone rush up the mountain?
At this time.
"That... that!"
Kanzaki Aoi looked at the butterfly ninja advancing in front of her. She hesitated for a long time, and finally asked:
"Lord Shinobu, is this really okay for us?"
Her fingers gripped the strap of her backpack tightly, clenching it nervously, and her eyebrows furrowed:
"Tie an ordinary person to the butterfly house, this is really what we should do..."
"Aoi." Butterfly Ninja suddenly spoke, interrupting Kanzaki Aoi's words. She did not look back, her tone at this moment was extremely calm:
"The smell of blood on that guy is very strong."
She turned her head slightly, her eyes soft:
"Not an ordinary person at all."
Snap.
Hear the words.
"…Eh."
Kanzaki Aoi, carrying a heavy backpack, stood frozen in place, blinking.
...Not an ordinary person?
Thinking about the question Butterfly Ninja asked him just now.
ghost?
Her pupils shrank slightly.
Watching Kanahu's non-stop footsteps, passing by him, and the back of the Butterfly Ninja in front of him gradually receding.
At this moment, she suddenly realized.
As a member of the Demon Slayer team, and even as a member of Butterfly House.
There is still a lot that I need to learn.
Thinking of this.
Creak——
She tightened the straps of her backpack, took a deep breath, stopped talking, and quickly followed the pace of the two people in front of her.
It was still far away from the Butterfly House, and it had already taken them several days to get there.
…
at the same time.
In a dark and spacious room.
Gorgeous gauze ribbons hung from the ceiling, covering the soft cushions in the middle of the room.
On the cushion.
"...It's so boring."
"Same goes for Sanjo. It's just a patrol. He hasn't been back for a few days."
Tong Mo, who was wearing a divine crown, was holding his chin in boredom and playing with the golden fan casually with his left hand.
He said to himself:
"The number of believers has exceeded a thousand. Why is there no news about the blue Higanbana flower?"
"Human beings who only complain about money, status, and are full of desires..."
Snapped!
Tong Mo straightened up his upper body, suddenly folded his fan, smiled peacefully at the corner of his mouth, and looked pitifully:
"What a most pathetic creature."
before.
The flowing dark red blood gradually spread, and in the dimness, the mirror-like blood reflected Tong Mo's smiling face.
…
…
Time passes gradually.
The sun passed through the clouds dimly, leaving the last ray of light at the end of the mountain.
it's dark.
Somewhere in the city.
In front of the house, faint sounds of conversation could be heard.
"...Is Tomioka-sama's mission always like this?"
"I don't know, this is my first time taking on Zhu's task."
Three members of the Demon Slayer Corps wearing black uniforms were standing in front of a house. They looked at each other.
After staying here for several days, they were supposed to wait until the thorough training was over and Tomioka Giyuu came back to leave.
As a result, he suddenly received news that Shuizhu participated in the mission to conquer Shangxian and stayed for a few more days.
I originally thought that Pillar's mission would give them a chance to hone themselves, become stronger, or kill ghosts.
But - in the past few days, no trace of ghosts has been found at all.
At most, it's just between neighbors. Occasionally, someone will say bad words to "Mizuna" who is tasked to protect, or throw away rotten food.
Do they really need to go out of their way to protect this kind of mission?
They can obviously help more people.
Killing one ghost can save the lives of a dozen or dozens of people!
Such questions have appeared in the hearts of the three of them several times.
Click.
"Everyone in the same period has been promoted several levels. Isn't it really a waste of time here?"
One of the team members lowered his head and glanced at the knife in his hand. The blade of the knife reflected his sad face in the faint moonlight.
It feels like if I don't kill ghosts anymore, the blade will soon become rusty.
At this time.
"that--"
The short-haired team member's face was suffocating. He remained silent, clamped his legs tightly, and looked at the two of them cautiously.
Pointing to the side, he said in a pleading tone:
"I...um...can't hold it in any longer. Let's leave for a while."
"Go ahead, go ahead, you won't agree with what the above said." Another team member waved his hand helplessly:
"Move quickly."
Snapped! The Inch players put their hands together:
"Grateful!"
After saying that, he turned around and ran away.
Looking at the back of their companion disappearing around the corner, the team members sighed again.
…
not far away.
"I won't do this kind of task."
The running player's movements gradually became normal, and he turned to look at the other two people who were still guarding the door of the house.
Although it is very stable, who joins the Demon Slayer Corps for the sake of stability?
A certain yellow dandelion sneezed hard in the Butterfly House.
The Inuntou player stared straight ahead, running with firm eyes.
Take this opportunity and leave.
Anyway, as long as you kill ghosts, there shouldn't be any blame from above.
Tap tap tap!
The street ahead, at the corner on the side of the low wall.
He stepped on the ground suddenly, without slowing down at all, and turned around and rushed behind the corner.
next moment.
Around the corner, dark peach hair first came into view, and a figure wearing only a short shirt suddenly appeared in front of him!
He was stunned before he could brake in time.
Oops!
Hit!
The Inn-tou team member was so frightened that his eyes closed.
However, the imagined collision did not happen.
After hesitating for a while, he opened his eyes in a daze.
In front of you is the ground.
——I lay down?
"...Huh?" He whispered subconsciously, but something seemed to be blocked in his throat and he couldn't make any sound at all.
puff!
Blood couldn't stop flowing from the corners of his mouth, and the expressions of the short-headed team members gradually became frightened.
what happens? !
He looked around with panicked eyes, but there was no sense of touch in his limbs!
until--
The look in the eyes of the Cuntou team member saw him standing there, swaying, and then he fell.
My own headless body.
The lonely head was on the ground, and the panic gradually dimmed in the widened eyes.
aside.
Uh-huh!
Yi Wo Zuo shook off the blood on his hands in disgust, and bright red blood droplets splashed on the wall.
He had just returned to his station.
He glanced at the clothes of the short-haired team member in confusion and muttered to himself in annoyance:
"...Demon Slayer Squad?"
Snap.
The fist full of tattoos lowered, clenched slightly, the corners of the eyebrows furrowed, and his heart was filled with impatience:
"Why are there ghost hunters in my station..."
(End of chapter)
