Demon Slayer: Tanjuro Kamado returns from Sekiro

Chapter 16 - The Doubtful Black Death Mou

In a brightly lit space.

creak...

The sound of wooden rooms colliding and opening and closing, accompanied by the whistling wind, continued to linger.

Several long rooms move slowly in the endless space, changing the layout of the room every moment.

Warm light pervades the entire space, and the floor and the shop are intersected vertically and horizontally, randomly placed in mid-air.

At a glance, it is impossible to tell the up, down, left, and right of the entire space.

— Infinity City.

"Dang Clang!" A crisp pipa sound sounded, and I looked along the sound.

In the center of the entire space, a woman in a black kimono with long hair covering her face is sitting there holding a pipa.

With the beating of the pipa strings in her hands, the layout of the entire space seems to be changing.

"Clang!" She stroked the strings with her fingers.

Swish!
Afterimages flickered, a black figure suddenly appeared in the center of the space, and quickly crashed down obliquely.

Whoosh - bang... bang!

The figure staggered suddenly, and the whole person hit a wooden floor.

But it seemed that due to the impact force was too great, he rolled over on the platform, and bounced up again like floating in water.

boom!
After smashing the second floor, the black figure knelt down on the platform, spitting out a mouthful of blood:

"Wow...!"

Wu Mi's black suit was in tatters.

He knelt on the floor, supported his body with his hands, his body was trembling constantly, and his neck was convulsed up and down:

"Goo... vomit cough! Goo..."

Big mouthfuls of blood poured out of his mouth, and he tried to cover his mouth with his hands, but the viscous blood still gushed out from between his fingers.

pat pat pat.

Dripping on the floor where the battered sawdust flew.

"Huh..." Wu miserable panted heavily, the veins were densely concentrated on his neck, and his abdomen kept convulsing, which made him feel uncomfortable for a while.

Raising his hand, he looked at the injury on his hand.

The blue skin was thin and transparent, tightly attached to the muscles on the back of the hand, and the veins spread along the incision on the wrist.

The hand and wrist were almost completely separated, with only a little skin connecting the two.

The charred wound was faintly red, obviously carbonized.

"Bah..." Bursts of white smoke were filling the wrist. Although the body kept trying to recover, it didn't seem to have much effect.

The abdomen has the same wound, but it is much shallower than the wrist, but it also hurts the internal organs.

Wu Mi stared at his wound, his face gradually darkened.

The blue veins are slowly popping up.

creak...

Wu Can's face is ferocious, sharp fangs are exposed due to rage, blue veins are concentrated around the eyes, and the whites of the eyes are bloodshot:
"Ming! Girl!!" He bent down, opened his mouth, and roared hysterically.

boom!
Suddenly, a strong oppressive force generated by anger crushed the surrounding wooden rooms again.

Dust clouds poured out with sawdust pouring out.

"puff!"

Ming Nu sat on the high platform, her hands holding the pipa trembled violently, and the lower half of her face suddenly burst out with dense veins.

"Gu..." She said nothing, bit the corner of her mouth tightly, her purple chin was already full of blood overflowing from her mouth.

The one eye hidden under the long black hair was full of horror and confusion.

——She had never seen this grown-up so angry and panicked.

——That intense fear even thoroughly affected him through his blood vessels!

——Even if that hatred and anger is not aimed at me, but...

Naruto's one eye widened suddenly!
——I can hardly bear it anymore!

Naruto choked her neck, trying hard to swallow the blood gushing out of her mouth, her veins spasming continuously.

But after staying with Wu Mi for a long time, Naruto also knows how to continue to survive.

She immediately blocked her heart and stopped thinking about it.

pat, pat.

Stepping on the viscous and necrotic blood, Wu Mi slowly walked out of the dust and mist. His face was gloomy, and his tone suppressed strong anger:

"...Call me Hei Si Mou!!"

He clutched his arm, which was covered with fine, scorched wounds.

The moment Wu Mi succeeded in splitting and escaping, he knew it in his heart.

Although there are not many injured places, the cut places are basically the same as they were 300 years ago.

— Difficult to recover.

Just when Wu Mi was resuming the game.

"Dang!"

Ming Nu trembled all over, she tried her best to forcefully raise her almost unconscious right hand, and gently caressed the strings.

Then, he dropped his arms powerlessly, tilted his head, and passed out.

then.

In front of Wu Mi who was walking out of the dust and mist.

Swish!
A man who was sitting kneeling, with a flesh-and-blood knife tied around his waist, and wearing a purple snake-patterned feather weave, with the appearance of a warrior, appeared in front of Wu Mi.

He didn't respond to the sudden change in the environment, but raised his head calmly and slowly.

Facing Wumi, he slowly opened the six slightly slanted eyes that almost covered the entire face, centered on the tip of the nose - red sclera and golden pupils.

The same dark red ferocious stripes twisted and climbed on his face.

In the two golden pupils located in the center, these black words appeared respectively:

【winding】【one】

——【One of the Winding Strings】Hei Si Mou.

Among all ghosts, the strength is second only to the existence of Wu Mi.

"...Master Wu Mi." Hei Si Mou's tone was calm and slow. I don't know if it was because it took too long to become a ghost, or for other reasons.

After shouting, Hei Si Mou stopped talking, but looked at Wu Mian, waiting for the other party's reply.

At the same time, he also noticed Wu Mi's arm that hadn't healed for a long time, and his dilapidated and embarrassed suit.

Wu Mi stared at Hei Si Mou, his face was gloomy, his scarlet pupils looked down at him condescendingly, and his tone was quite cold:

"...Black Death Mou."

He read almost word for word:

"Eight years ago."

After hearing about this special time 300 years ago, Hei Si Mou's eyes fluctuated slightly, as if he had thrown a stone into a calm lake.

Wuyou's deep and cold voice continued to sound in the infinite city:

"You really killed all the swordsmen who knew the breath of the sun, right?"

Hei Si Mou heard the words, lowered his head slightly, his long dark red hair was tied into a high ponytail hanging behind his head, he did not look at Wu Mi, and his voice was low:

"...indeed."

When Hei Si Mou was speaking, Wu Mi stared at him firmly, and at the same time felt the emotions and thoughts in the other party's heart through his blood.

Hei Si Mou kept kneeling and bowing his head, without speaking.

"Then..." Wu Mi's tone fluctuated, his voice gradually became louder, and even contained anger, I saw him raising his almost broken right hand:
"what is this?!"

Hei Si Mou slowly raised his head, and he looked at Wu Mi's broken arm.

In the six eyes, the scorched and shiny wound was reflected, as well as the bright red shreds of meat that tried to heal but failed repeatedly.

--…This is!
Hei Si Mou's pupils shrank, and for the first time in 300 years, his mood fluctuated obviously, and the memories hidden deep in his heart almost surged out.

An inexplicable anxiety gushed out from the internal organs and rushed straight to the top of the head.

He bowed his head slightly again:
"...Subordinates...don't know."

(End of this chapter)