Demon Slayer: Tanjuro Kamado returns from Sekiro

Chapter 8 - When visiting someone in the middle of the night, knock on the door politely

"Qianlue, Shuizhu, Tomioka Yoshiyuki."

"Go quickly to the Zaomen house on the top of the mountain in the direction of about [-] miles west of Sawu Mountain. The specific location will be informed by Yaya."

"A ghost haunts you."

"Don't underestimate the enemy, be careful."

"Go fast, go fast."

"Rin Taki left the next time."

After writing the letter quickly, Ryodaki Zuojin stuffed the letter paper into the crow's ankle for the first time, and let it fly.

"Karma! Karma!"

The crow fluttered its wings and gradually disappeared in the dark sky.

Zuo Rinaki quietly looked to the west for the last time, and remained silent.

——I hope Giyuu can arrive in time.

It stands to reason that the most suitable person to go to Zaomen's house for support at this moment should be himself.

He is the closest to the location mentioned by Zaomen Kuizhi.

but--

Zuo Lintaki turned his head for the last time, and looked at his hut. In the past, only he lived alone, but now it is full of children sleeping in it.

——Thinking about it, Mr. Zaomen wants me to temporarily protect his family.

Then, he looked at Zaomen Kuizhi, who was standing aside with a worried face, and his old and deep voice could not hear any emotional changes:
"I have notified the swordsman your husband mentioned, Yoshiyuki Tomioka."

"He will go to help Mr. Zaomen, don't worry"

"...Mmm." Zaomen Kuizhi nodded, her expression hidden in the shadows, and didn't say anything more.

Lin Taki Zuo looked at Kui Zhi at the kitchen door for the last time, feeling a little heavy in his heart.

Having said that, Ryotaki Zuojinji probably knew it from the bottom of his heart.

By the time Tomioka Yoshiyuki arrives, it may be almost dawn.

At that time, I am afraid that everything will be over.

Rinaki Zuojin's eyes were slightly silent.

……

……

the other side.

Pale light shines on the snow.

Looking down the mountainside, there is a series of scribbled footprints deep in the snow.

The owner of the footprints seemed to be rolling and crawling, leaving hideous potholes on the flat snow.

Between the mountainside.

Creak...!Creak...!
The sound of stepping on the snow continued.

"Ha ha……!"

Tanjiro ran wildly and strenuously in the snow, and at this moment, he was panting heavily because of the extreme panic in his heart.

Tree after tree flew past him.

White mist came out of his mouth.

The snow is too deep, and every time you step out, you need more strength to pull your legs out of the snow.

His footsteps gradually became heavy, because of the coldness and exhaustion, Tanjiro could hardly feel his frozen legs at this moment.

——The lungs are stung by the cold wind and snow!Dry throat!
His eye sockets trembled slightly.

The view is so dark.

——Everyone, are you all right?

——Not yet, I smell blood other than that thing.

- Hurry up!Hurry up!
Tanjiro gritted his teeth and ran even harder:

"what……!!"

……

……

On the mountain.

The moonlight is falling from the middle sky, shining softly on the hut on the top of the mountain, and the snow on the roof is shining through the moonlight.

On the side, the charcoal cellar that had just been extinguished was filled with the last wisp of black smoke.

The lights in the house are on, and the warm light shines through the frosted glass, dispelling the coldness in front of the door.

The dim light contrasted sharply with the pale snow outside the door.

"finally reached."

pat.

"Ok?"

A figure in a black suit appeared not far from the hut, and he stood still.

The ends of his hair were slightly curled, he reached out and patted the snow off his shoulders, and adjusted his tie by the way.

He raised his gaze to the wooden house not far away.

"What." He seemed a little dissatisfied, frowned slightly, and smacked his lips.

"...Is there only one person?" Wu Mi stood under a tree, his scarlet vertical eyes hidden under the brim of his hat glanced around, feeling a little bored.

Although the door of the room was closed tightly, there was indeed only one human breath coming from the room.

However, what is satisfying is that.

He might be right in guessing that the people living in the mountains are somewhat different from those in the towns.

It feels a bit like the breath of those annoying breathwork swordsmen.

Long and distant.

So much so that it gave Wu Mi a sense of familiarity.

It is worth mentioning that although Wu Mi can feel the breath of human beings through the powerful perception ability of ghosts.

But there is no way to perceive the strength of that person.

Once, during the Warring States Period, as soon as Ji Guoyuan walked in front of Wu Mi, he only thought that Yuanyi was just an ordinary breathing swordsman.

"Huh." Wu Mi snorted lightly.

——However, being like a swordsman is interesting.

——Whether the strength after becoming a ghost is strong or not depends partly on the strength of the ghost when it was a human being.

Wu Mi had never met a few swordsmen from the Ghost Killing Squad before, most of them were dealt with by Xia Xian, and he had no chance to see Wu Mi.

Therefore, the opportunities for such human experiments are very few.

"What can I do..." Wu Mi put his hand slightly on his chin, stretched out his fingers and tapped lightly on his chin, glanced around with vertical pupils, he said to himself:

"If there's only one person...it's a headache..."

"It is precious experimental material."

Wu Mi's tone was somewhat helpless, but the corners of his mouth slowly raised, his bloodshot pupils reflected the snow and the house not far in front of him:

"...you have to be careful when experimenting."

"It's meaningless if you die with a little force."

A deep voice sounded, without any change in emotion.

Plum red eyes stared at the wooden house, his hands were palm-shaped, and the white nails slowly turned black, elongated, and became sharp and sharp.

Under the moonlight, they all shone slightly coldly.

creak... creak...

Wu Mi stepped on the snow, but her black leather shoes showed no signs of sinking.

He came to the door of the house with a few easy steps.

Raising his hand, he was about to break through the door with a single blow.

"Oh, right."

As if remembering something, Wu Mi's sharp and extended nails that turned black and purple slowly retracted.

Wu Mi stood in front of the door, his pale face was illuminated by the yellow light, only a pair of plum red pupils were hidden under the shadow of the brim of the hat.

He looked at the covered wooden door in front of him, his face was expressionless, but the words he said were very wicked:

"Before entering someone's house, knock on the door."

"Don't be rude." As he spoke, the corners of Wu Can's mouth rose slightly.

Then, he clenched his outstretched hand into a fist, and knocked lightly on the wooden door twice:

"Dong dong!"

OK, that's it.

Wu Mi lowered her head slightly, reaching out to break open the wooden door.

"Huh?" At this moment, Wu Mi was taken aback suddenly.

Because, the wooden door in front of him was one step ahead of him.

Creak—clang!

It was first pulled away by the people in the house.

A figure stood behind the door and appeared in front of Wu Mi.

The bright light in the room passed over the person in front of him and shone on Wu Mi's face.

The figure blocked part of the light, leaving a human-shaped shadow on Wu Can's face.

"Varied…"

After gradually seeing the person in front of him clearly.

The expression on Wu Mi's face gradually changed from astonishment to panic.

"!!!"

(End of this chapter)