Chapter 138 - Let’s Go! Head to the Swordsmithing Village!

on the platform.

The yellowish light shone dimly.

Muzan looked at the screaming Takehara and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Ouch!!" Takehara roared in pain. His hands and feet were tied, and he could only support his body with his head.

Snap, snap.

Sweat caused by pain dripped on the wooden floor. Takehara gritted his teeth to resist the strangeness in his body, and looked around desperately.

That guy... that guy must be the Ghost King!

Ghost Dance Tsuji Mukai! !

Takehara stared at Muzan, he was almost fainting from the pain.

Is he afraid?

Scared, very scared.

But he also knew that his fear would not help.

Takehara bit the tip of his tongue. The weak pain could only wake him up a little.

Here, is this the stronghold of ghosts?

Make a note of this!

Maybe there's a chance to escape, then...

"Ooohhhhh!!"

The overlapping houses made him dizzy, and the erosion of Wuhan's blood was spreading inside his body!

Sudden!

"Bah——!"

Wu Mei's blood seemed to have touched something inside Takehara's body, and some steam suddenly burst out!

"!"

As if in pain, Wu Mei subconsciously withdrew his tentacles and looked at Takehara in horror.

There were faint signs of turning into ashes on the withdrawn tentacles, and a strong pain came from above.

It had been six hundred years since he had felt what pain felt like.

This familiar yet disgusting feeling...

Just a human…

In an instant, unparalleled anger surged into his heart, and veins popped up on Wuhan's face ferociously, and he glared at Takehara fiercely.

But the next moment, he resisted the desire to take action.

His scarlet eyes looked coldly at Takehara, who was lying on the ground and taking the opportunity to gasp wildly.

He was quite familiar with the feeling just now.

Those swordsmen from six hundred years ago, whenever I wanted to turn them into ghosts, they would feel the pain of turning them into ashes.

After several experiments, Wu Mei understood the source of that thing.

——It is the blood of Kamiizuna.

Although in the following eras, I would occasionally feel the presence of Kamiizuna's blood from Demon Slayer Danhashira's body.

But in recent decades, this seems to be the first time.

"...It's been six hundred years...bastard."

It’s not like he did nothing during these six hundred years.

On the contrary, he suppressed his inner disgust and kept creating the same kind of people he didn't want to create.

He also constantly captures members of the Demon Slayer Squad and turns them into ghosts.

Although those things created are a bunch of waste, there are only a few guys who can meet Guiyue's strength standards.

This is all out of necessity!

Just because of that disgusting guy!

The more Muzan thought about it, the angrier he became. The anger in his eyes burned to the extreme. Because of his anger, blood overflowed from the corner of Naruto's mouth.

Glancing at Takehara, the next moment.

Uh-huh!

Several meat whips quickly tied Takehara's limbs, pulled him up, and fixed him in mid-air.

Takehara was caught off guard and his limbs were pulled. He lowered his head tiredly, raised his eyes and looked at Wuhan.

Wuxian wanted to study it carefully.

He narrowed his eyes, then turned to look at the female swordsman [Shangxian No. 1] whose long hair had turned yellow and her pupils had turned tawny.

"enough."

Muzan turned his head and glanced at Naru.

Naru Nu understood the idea, she quickly wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and played the pipa string lightly with her fingers.

"Clang!"

next moment.

Tamako, who has become [One of the Winding Strings], reappears in Sensoji Temple at night.

She staggered and fell, and the weak duck sat on the ground.

The last words Muzan said just now echoed in the mind of my wife Tamako.

"Someone will be with you in a few days."

"Go to...the Demon Slayer headquarters you found."

"Destroy them."

Under the cold moonlight.

She covered her head and grabbed her yellow hair with her slender white fingers. She struggled and screamed hoarsely in pain:

"Ouch!!"

The [Wind String One] in his eyes shook violently, and then slowly solidified.

The ferocious blade on the waist gradually became neat again and no longer twisted like that.

…

Sensoji Temple Annex.

Da da da.

The distant sound of wooden fish echoes here.

The monk who was knocking on the wooden fish opened his eyes and looked worriedly towards the direction where the roar came from.

"Tamako..."

The monk's somewhat old face was full of helplessness. He turned to look at the statue of the God of Thunder in front of him, closed his tired eyes tightly, and clasped his hands together.

"Lord God...please..."

A hoarse voice slowly came out of the monk's mouth.

"…well……"

The monk opened his eyes and put down the wooden stick in his hand to beat the wooden fish.

He is obviously a monk.

But he prays to the statue of the God of Thunder here every day.

Da da da……

The tapping sound of the wooden fish sounded again.

…

…

A few days later.

Saagiri Mountain.

early morning.

"Enichi~Have a nice trip~" Udo stood behind the door of the doctor's office. She smiled and waved her arms to Enichi Jiguo, who had packed up his bags and left.

After a few days of nutritional supplements from Zhushi Plan, Yuduo's body recovered very well.

Following the country's Yuanyi monk Quan Na, my wife Shancun, Ji Ichiro and others stood together.

He turned his head and waved his arms to his wife with the same smile.

"Gah! I will lead the first leg of the journey!"

A crow flew in front of several people.

A hidden team member stood next to Diya, pointed to the carriage next to him, and said:

"Please bring cloth strips and nose plugs. We will be there in about a day's journey."

"Okay!" My wife Shancun raised her hands happily. He grabbed Jiichiro's collar and pulled him to the carriage: "Knife Forging Village! Knife Forging Village!"

"You bastard Shancun! Be gentle!" Ciichiro was caught off guard and almost fell down. He slapped my wife Shancun on the head angrily.

After Ji Guoyuanyi and his wife looked at each other several times, he pushed into the carriage under Shang Quanna's unbearable expression.

After watching several people tie their eyes and stuff their noses with bandages, the hidden team member nodded and then said:

"Everyone, sit down, let's go!"

Then, with a strong swing of the saddle, the carriage swayed away from the door of the doctor's office.

Inside the carriage.

Shang Quannai and Ji Guoyuan looked at each other through the bandages.

"Ahem!"

Then the two of them turned their heads away in embarrassment and looked at the scenery outside the carriage.

…

Not long after everyone's carriage left Sawu Mountain.

Physician's Hall.

Purgatory Jinjuro, who was ready to go, stood at the door of the doctor's office and looked around curiously.

He touched his hair and had some doubts in his heart.

Today...isn't it the day to go to the Knife Forging Village?

Where are people?

Purgatory Jinjuro tilted his head, full of doubts.

…

evening.

After going through many twists and turns, the carriage, which was taken over by more than a dozen people, finally arrived somewhere deep in the mountains.

Somewhere deep in the mountains, a village of medium size and mostly two-story houses appeared in front of you.

Yin knocked on the wooden board of the carriage and said into the carriage:

"Fellow swordsmen, we are here."