Chapter 118 - [Two Winding Strings]

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the other side.

In a dark room.

Naru Nu sat aside with her lute in her arms.

Muzan was squinting his eyes and sitting on the tatami nearby to rest.

Feeling the extinguishing of the lives of the subordinates in Fukiya Town in his mind, Wuhan shook his head disdainfully.

At this time.

Uh-huh!

On the floor in front of him, a figure kneeling on one knee suddenly appeared.

The figure had long black hair, and the dark yellow robe had some solidified blood stains on it.

There was a twisted blade on his waist, and there was a little blood dripping on the blade, which looked quite weird.

"Master Wuhan, the mission you ordered has been completed."

"All the threatening swordsmen in the surrounding area died, and no one survived."

A cold female voice came muffled from the half-kneeling ghost's lowered head.

"A suitable building has been found, in the south-eastern shade."

Wu Kuai tilted his head, lazily half-squinting his magnificent scarlet eyes, and asked in a cold voice:

"Yeah?"

"Have you found the location of Kamado Chaihu?"

At this time, the half-kneeling female swordsman did not speak, but became choked and silent.

"say."

Wu Mei's scarlet pupils stared at the swordsman indifferently, and the blood in the swordsman's body shook instantly!

"No, Lord Wuhan." She lowered her head, her pupils tightened, blood spilled from the corners of her mouth, and she answered Wuhan tremblingly.

She gritted her teeth and resisted the boiling and vibrating blood in her body.

"Ah... no." Wu Kuan sat up, resting his elbows on his knees, leaning his face forward slightly, staring at the half-kneeling female swordsman with cold eyes.

"You know."

"I never meant to create you...kinds."

"But we have to keep increasing..."

"Disgusting to me..."

"Now you can't play the role you should have played..."

Muzan said, narrowing his eyes, recalling the figures of Tamashi and Kamado Shigeru in his mind, and veins popped out along his neck.

Creak...

He clenched his fists unconsciously, and then looked at the half-kneeling swordsman with contempt.

The long-haired female swordsman's body trembled violently, and the fear of death instantly enveloped her. She quickly lowered her head and said remedially:

"Master Muzan, it's me! I found the suspected headquarters of the Demon Slayer Corps!"

Snapped!

Wu Kai released his clenched fists and raised his eyebrows slightly:

"oh?"

He was just about to kill the guy in front of him who was annoying him, but when he glanced around, he found that the combat power at the top of his power seemed to be pitiful.

Wu Kuai smacked his lips in annoyance.

Then he waved his hands indifferently:

"Forget it, I'll give you another task."

"Go...find someone suitable to be the top stringer."

"Then."

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…

Wu Mei's eyes emitted a strange red light in the darkness:

"do you understand?"

“…”

The female swordsman with dark yellow sleeves slowly raised her head and looked at Wuhan.

In her scarlet eyes, there were several black fonts written like this:

【Winding】

【two】

"I understand, Master Wuhan."

Muzan nodded slowly, then glanced at Narunu holding the lute beside her.

Naru Nu understood, and her sickly pale hand gently brushed the lute in her arms.

"Clang!"

The sound of a pipa echoed in the room.

When the swordsman of [Wind String 2] raised his head again, there was no trace of Muzan and Naruko in the room.

She clenched the twisted knife at her waist, stood up slowly, and patted the blood on her body.

The dark yellow sleeves were wrapped in thick blood and the color became invisible. The more she applied it, the redder it became. In the end, it was impossible to tell that it was originally a yellow piece of clothing.

The golden sword on his waist has long been rusty, and is wrapped in hideous blood vessels. It seems to be alive and beating one by one.

Slowly turning around, looking at the greasy and sticky blood on her palms, she closed her eyes and sighed deeply.

With her long black hair hanging down on her shoulders, the swordswoman frowned slightly as she recalled the vague memories that existed in her mind.

Snap, snap.

Slowly left here.

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Saagiri Mountain.

shrine.

The sky was clear and blue, and the afternoon sun shone warmly on the ridge of the shrine.

"Miko-sama, what should we do next?"

Kanroji Sakuracake stood in front of the main hall, directing several people to build things for the festival with a serious expression.

"Now it's just a matter of final inspection."

"Everyone please stand in your position."

She spoke calmly and looked at a sedan with a small shrine in front of her. Several people wearing feather fabrics stood in front of the sedan.

Shang Quannai stood quietly behind her, holding a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth and stuffing his hands into his wide sleeves.

Several people wearing feathered clothes looked at each other, then shouted slogans together and held the wooden pillars holding the sedan:

"One! Two! Three! Lift!"

Squeak...

The sedan made entirely of wood was easily lifted up, and the gilded wooden beams looked quite gorgeous in the sunlight.

Bang bang bang!

Kanroji Sakuracake looked at the intact sedan that was lifted up, and clapped her hands in surprise. On the surface, she remained calm and motioned to several people:

"Okay, you can put it down now."

"Everyone can rest and prepare for tomorrow's festival!"

Shang Quannai looked at the well-made sedan and couldn't help but nodded.

At this time, Kanroji Sakuracake, who had been busy all day, wiped the sweat from her forehead. She turned around and happened to look at Shang Quanna who was standing on the edge of the steps.

She was stunned for a moment: "You..."

Shang Quannai smiled and waved to her, interrupting her surprise:

"Are you free right now?"

Kanroji Sakura Cake was a little nervous and choked for a while, then he rubbed his index finger with his thumb in panic:

"What's wrong?"

…

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At the foot of the mountain.

Physician's Hall.

Outside Jiichiro's ward.

Shang Quannai quietly stood at the door of the room with Ganluji cherry cakes. He pointed at my wife Shancun who was lying on the hospital bed with a weak expression:

"look."

Ganluji Sakura Cake looked in the direction of Shang Quanna's finger with some confusion.

After seeing the "yellow dandelion flower" swinging on the bed, my eyes widened in surprise.

"That is…"

At this time, my wife Shancun, who was lying on the hospital bed in the room, suddenly fell ill. He looked at Jiichiro next to him who was able to get up and move, and shouted:

"Ahhhh!!!"

"Why can't I move!?"

"Why is it that Jiichiro, who is more seriously injured than me, can already run!?"

"Why…"

Just when my wife Shancun suddenly became seriously ill, his head suddenly tilted.

He caught a glimpse of Shang Quanna, Kanroji Sakurabake, Zhu Shi, the doctor, who were standing at the door, looking towards him.

His face suddenly turned pale, and then his eyes turned away in a daze.

"...Why are there so many people staring at me at the door...?"

Yan Ci, who was sitting next to him, clasped his hands together:

"Amitabha."

In the original work, Tong Mo was Shang Xian Six when he first became Shang Xian, but later changed his position to Shang Er during the bloody battle.