Chapter 120 - There Is Always Someone Who Has to Play the Role of Setting Off the Beauty

Soon, night falls.

The temperature outside has dropped sharply, and residents after a busy day are starting to go home.

Creak...

Shang Quannai opened the door and left the warmly lit doctor's office. There were faint sounds of happy laughter and conversation in the doctor's office.

Snap.

He jumped up to the roof and sat next to the small attic of the crows, looking up at the night sky covered by a faint blood-red barrier.

"Gah! Lord Shangquan!" The crows came over and stood on the ridge next to Shangquan Nai, looking up at the night sky together.

Shang Quannai caressed the crows beside him with his hands. He raised his brows and lay down on the sloping ridge of the roof.

Deep in the night sky, a little bit of starlight can still be seen twinkling.

He raised his hand, placed it under the dark night sky, and looked at it carefully.

He could clearly sense that his "humanity" was disappearing.

Since waking up, this feeling of alienation has become more and more serious. Many times, Shang Quanna even feels that she does not belong here.

His temperament gradually became cold, or in other words, nihilistic.

The smiles, vitality, feelings for others, and desires for various things in the past seemed to be turning into pieces and being torn apart bit by bit.

Like quicksand between fingers, I want to save you but I can't do anything.

but.

There is a special emotion that never seems to fade away or weaken, and even gets stronger.

That is--

Creak...

Shang Quannai clenched his raised fists, veins popped out along the back of his hands, and a rare hint of anger appeared on his expressionless face.

——The long-cherished wish to kill Wu Mei.

…

the other side.

Sensoji Temple.

The female swordsman wearing dark yellow kimono sleeves that had been smeared red stood in front of the "Thunder Gate" of Sensoji Temple and looked around.

Several thick red pillars form an eight-legged gate with a Kiratsuma structure. On both sides of the door are statues of the "Wind God" and "Thunder God".

After confirming that no one was around, the female swordsman stood on tiptoes, jumped over the Kaminarimon Gate, and entered Sensoji Temple.

Inside Sensoji Temple.

At this moment, Sensoji Temple has not been renovated by the Tokugawa shogunate, and it does not look so grand, and even looks a bit small.

This hall.

A dark golden Guanyin statue is quietly placed in the middle of the main hall.

The female swordsman frowned and walked around behind the Guanyin statue. She looked at the blood stains on the ground that looked like they were scratched desperately, as well as the blurred words in blood on the pillars next to them.

Whenever she comes to this place, she always feels some inexplicable discomfort.

in particular--

She raised her head and looked at the only words that could be made out on the pillar beside her.

Among the trembling, collapsed and blurred fonts, there are a few words that appear particularly prominent and neat, as if they were written by the writer who finally stabilized his mind:

--"My wife".

"Bang!" The swordsman who was about to wind up his second string felt depressed after seeing the words "my wife"!

Her eyes were stern, and she suddenly pulled out the weird-shaped saber from her waist, tightened her arms suddenly, and slashed at the pillar like crazy!

Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Swish, swish, swish! !

Several streaks of blood-red sword light flashed across the interior of Sensoji Temple.

boom! ! !

Several pillars stained with blood collapsed.

"...so annoying."

The feather fabric on the body was blown by the wind.

The extended sword slowly retracted, she gritted her teeth and looked at the blood on the ground, and slowly put the knife back into the scabbard.

In another courtyard.

A monk in monk's robes closed his eyes. He listened to the roar coming from next door and silently clasped his hands together.

"……Amitabha."

…

Saagiri Mountain.

It's dawn.

Shang Quannai sat on the roof all night, thinking about many things.

In the current Demon Slayer Team, the only ones who are truly capable of killing ghosts may be himself and his wife Shancun who was struck by lightning.

It is too difficult to fight against evil spirits with just a human body.

Even the pillars with human bodies polished to the pinnacle are unable to resist the evil spirits who possess all kinds of weird vampire techniques.

It can be seen from this mission operation that even in the daytime, both pillars were seriously injured.

If Shang Quanna had arrived later, Zhu might even have died.

And in that ghost's pupils, he didn't even see the number "lower string".

Speaking of which, the appearance of the Twelve Ghost Moons seems a bit too early.

The Twelve Ghost Moons are the descendants of the twelve "strongest ghosts" developed by Wu Kai in order to find the blue Higanhua.

It is divided into "upper string" and "lower string" with the number "Lu" as the boundary.

Among them, the smaller the number, the more powerful the ghost will be, and the more blood it will obtain.

In other words, the ghost called "One of the Wind Strings" is the most powerful.

The ghost in "The Land of the Last String" is the weakest Ghost Moon.

In the original work, Muzan really began to develop his own downline, that is, the birth of the upper strings, probably during the Edo period.

The reason why the Twelve Ghost Moons were created was because Wu Mei was slashed out of his mind by a genius swordsman wearing a sun earring.

Although it is not that long since the Edo period.

And now Wuhan... seems to have vaguely grasped the concept of making winding strings.

"The Demon Slayer Corps will definitely not be able to stand up if I rely on myself alone... Do I need to share my blood with them?"

"Or...can..."

Shang Quannai raised his head and looked at the dawning sky. The light of dawn cut through the dense darkness, like a pair of big hands parting the clouds.

Thinking about it, he bit his finger, took out a piece of bamboo from his clothes, and carved on the piece of bamboo with his fingernails stained with blood.

Creak... creak...

Beside him, the crows were leaning against Shang Quannai, falling into a deep sleep.

Squeak...

The door of the doctor's office was slowly pushed open, and golden hair with shining red hair emerged first.

The man stood on the street with his hands on his hips and looked excitedly, looking around at the empty street.

Then he excitedly pulled out the wooden knife from his waist and began to swing it vigorously.

Uh-huh!

Uh-huh!

At this time, Purgatory Jinjuro, who was sweating, looked up and caught a glimpse of Shang Quan Nai sitting on the roof. He raised his hand and greeted Shang Quan Nai:

"Good morning! Lord Shangquan!"

Shang Quannai nodded slightly towards him.

Then he tied the bamboo piece he carved in his hand around the ankle of an awakened bird beside him, and patted the bird's body gently: "Send this to Uyashiki."

"Gah!" The bird nodded, then turned around, flapped its wings in the direction outside the barrier, and flew up.

When Purgatory Jinjuro saw Shang Quanna letting the crow fly, he said familiarly:

"Kamiizumi-dono! Today is the day of the shrine festival!"

He pointed to the people on the street who gradually opened their windows and poked their heads out: "Today is going to be a very lively day!"

Shang Quanna followed Purgatory Jinjuro's fingers and looked towards the Sawu Mountain not far away. A vague sedan with many red lanterns hanging on it was slowly being carried down.

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