Chapter 175 - Incidents in Infinite City

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at the same time.

In the infinite city.

"boom--!!"

Huge roars continued to sound, accompanied by violent shaking, and fragments of dilapidated houses could be seen everywhere.

"You bastard!!" A ghost with [Shang Xian Zhi Si] written in its pupils was strangled by Takehara in a red mask.

The crest of the Hirata family is painted on his chest, and he was obviously a samurai in the past.

"Traitor!" Shangxian Ghost roared, scratching his neck, with some flesh and blood still hanging from the corners of his mouth.

Just now, when they were sharing the meal without any misfortune, Takehara suddenly burst into flames, almost instantly wiping out several upper strings on the side.

Those wind strings are currently inserted into the dilapidated houses in Infinite City from all directions. Their breath is weak, but they will not die.

Shang Xian Zhi Si stared with splitting eyes and a ferocious expression, but what he got in return was Takehara's cold eyes hidden under the mask.

"...Traitor?" Takehara's eyes were calm, and his voice was no longer hoarse, becoming the same as when he was a human, but his tone became much lower.

Creak...

The power in Takehara's hands continued to exert force, and the head of the ghost gradually turned red.

"Gu...cough...! Let me go!" Shangxian ghost kept struggling and wanted to reach out and break Takehara's arm, but he was powerless. Shangxian's strength was completely different from that of Takehara who had eaten Wuhan.

Moreover, the Shangxian Ghost discovered with some horror that his body seemed to be slowly disintegrating.

Purple-green veins spread across the body surface, and the torso has become somewhat weirdly swollen.

This is a side effect of absorbing too much blood.

If you don't have the ability to bear it, it will turn into a puddle of mud.

Snap, snap.

"No, no no no, no..."

There was a look of shock on Shang Xian Si's face. He stopped struggling and scratched his body up and down in a panic.

However, every scratch represents the separation of a large piece of rotten flesh, which then festers and turns into ashes.

He was completely panicked, and he didn't care if his neck was being pinched. Utensil raised his head in horror, and looked at Takehara in front of him.

As if grasping the last straw before death, he held Takehara's arms with both hands, his eyes pleading with longing:

"I was wrong, I was wrong, help me..."

At this time, Takehara's voice slowly sounded:

"save you?"

An extremely familiar voice sounded, and it was obviously not Takehara's voice.

But it came out from Takehara's throat.

Low, cold, and sharp.

Weird, horrifying, Si's eyes widened when he got up, and he suddenly felt horrified.

The feminine but extremely familiar voice made Uehara no Sui stunned. He slowly opened his mouth in shock, his pupils trembled violently, and he stared at Takehara who looked indifferent.

He pointed at Takehara and said silently:

"Hey...you...you are!"

But he only opened his mouth and spoke a few syllables, and then he was speechless.

Because the skin and muscles of his vocal cords and chin had dissolved, exposing white bones that looked like they had been softened by sulfuric acid.

Takehara didn't speak. He used one hand to hold Shang Xianwu's head, whose entire body was slowly becoming pulpy, and watched as the muscle tissue continued to dissolve and then dropped weakly.

Until there was only a pool of foul-smelling blood left in his palm.

Takehara retracted his palm and rubbed it with disgust and disdain.

He turned his head and looked at the pile of rotten meat on the ground that had not yet been eaten.

Reach out.

Click, click...

Whoosh!

As if summoned by something, the piece of rotten flesh floated up on the spot, and then flew quickly towards Takehara.

Bang!

It slowly merged with Takehara's body.

Creak...

He closed his eyes in comfort, and dense red and ferocious markings appeared on his body.

Dark red spots spread all over the body, and in dense areas it was as if the entire skin had turned dark red.

Sudden.

Takehara opened his eyes, his eyes were not as creepy as before, but became a little cold:

"This is my body."

The tone and voice were different from before, and the sharp contrast made Takehara's voice become quite upright at this time.

"It's mine now."

The cold and contemptuous voice sounded again, his eyes full of disdain, as if he was mocking himself.

"No."

The voice kept switching back and forth, as if talking to himself.

"Still mine."

Wow——!

The blood-colored glaze ball on the chest continued to rotate, and the two streams of blood entangled in it that represented Shang Quannai exploded violently.

It instantly washed over Takehara's body.

"...Asshole, don't get too carried away." The cold voice squeezed out a few syllables through gritted teeth, and then fell silent.

Takehara's eyes were dull, he nodded with satisfaction, and then he wanted to lift his legs and turn around.

But was surprised to find.

The body doesn't listen to itself.

Wanting to turn around, Takehara could only force his body to move slightly.

Can't move.

"Of course you can't move." The cold voice sounded again.

At this time.

Uh-huh! Swish!

Behind Takehara, several upper strings that had been knocked away just reappeared.

They stood with unified expressions, their eyes looking at Takehara filled with indifference.

It is clear.

- They are no longer themselves.

——That guy controls all the winding bodies.

Is it because Shangxian ate flesh and blood?

Takehara's eyes subconsciously glanced towards the center of Infinite City.

There, Naruto was sitting upright.

From the back of her head grew a giant flesh-and-blood tree with bright red and thick blood vessels constantly intertwined and branches, as lush as a hornet dragon.

Through the yellow light, you can vaguely see the blood flowing in the blood vessels and the beating pulse.

The branches and leaves transformed from blood vessels extend on the ceiling of Infinite City and continue to spread out, looking quite scary.

On the treetops.

There are full and round eyes hanging one after another.

The giant tree was rooted at the bottom of Infinite City, so Naruto did not lower her head to support the gravity of the giant tree.

From a distance, the giant tree of blood vessels supports the sky and the earth of Infinite City, and its constantly beating pulse is very impactful.

——It was a forest composed of rising flesh and blood vessels.

Bright red liquid hung on the treetops, and the hollows on the trunks opened their fangs and mouths silently.

Did that guy... also eat meat?

There was no emotion in Takehara's eyes. During the endless torture, he had long forgotten the memory of being a human being.

Now, he only remembers what happened after he woke up.

And the first person Takehara saw after he woke up.

——That’s Shang Quannai.

He has no memory or any concept of consciousness. At this time, he will not feel any horror or fear.

He looked into Naru's eyes, and these words slowly appeared on them:

【The Four Winding Strings】

No, all the eyes on the treetops have words like this floating on them.

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Jiguo military camp.

Snap, snap.

The seriously injured ninja endured the pain and used his broken sword to support his body.

He had just bitten the special medicine hidden in his molars, which could quickly stimulate body functions and was very useful in desperate situations.

After stimulating the body's functions, if the ninja does not move, the body will be over-excited and eventually die spontaneously due to the violent beating of the heart.

It is a must-have medicine for ninjas.

He raised his head, gritted his teeth and climbed in the direction of Tsukuni Iwakatsu.

In a daze, he seemed to see someone Jiguo Yansheng was talking to, and the person's back was somewhat familiar.

But in the end, his body became weak, his head fell down, and he fainted on the ground.

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soon.

"Gah! Right in front!"

A crow shouted not far away.

It immediately attracted the attention of Jiguo Yansheng, who had lost a lot of blood. He raised his head with difficulty and looked in the direction where the crow made the sound.

I saw a few men in black carrying wooden boxes running over quickly.

Their faces were covered with simple black cloth, which was used to simply isolate common germs.

Although of no use.

At this time, a burst of dust suddenly rose.

chua——!

The man in black who ran the fastest saw Yuichi sitting next to Jiguo Iwakatsu at a glance. He suddenly slid out of the woods and rushed directly in front of Iwakatsu.

With a flick of his backhand, the medicine box behind his back was opened and placed on the ground in an instant. The movement was very quick.

"Hey, you..." Jiguo Yansheng frowned. He looked at the anxious look of the "doctor" in front of him, and suddenly felt a little uneasy.

But the next moment, a thin wooden stick was stabbed straight into Jiguo Iwakatsu's mouth, making him speechless for a moment.

"Well!"

In Jiguo Yansheng's confused expression, the man in black used a small wooden stick to skillfully pull his mouth and observed his gums and pupils.

"The pupils are not dilated, and there are no abnormalities in the gums..." The man in black murmured. He quickly put down the wooden stick in his hand, and then looked down at Tsukuni Iwakatsu's abdomen.

"No internal organs were injured, which is a blessing among misfortunes."

Then, he took out a small red cube from the medicine box and gently ground it with a knife.

Mixed with a little water.

Then he poured it into Jiguo Yansheng's mouth.

"Uh! Uh!"

Jiguo Yansheng frowned. He looked at the man in black who started to rummage through the medicine box, and he couldn't help it for a moment.

It's not a good feeling to be at the mercy of others.

He wanted to reach out and pick up the bandage on the side to stop the bleeding, but he lost too much blood and no longer had the strength to lift his arm.

Jiguo Enichi on the side seemed to see his brother's concerns. He gently patted his brother on the shoulder and comforted:

"Brother, don't worry."

"They are the logistics organization of the Demon Slayer Corps. They are responsible for the medical treatment of injured members and post-war cleanup."

Jiguo Yuanyi looked at Jiguo Yansheng, not paying attention to Yansheng's somewhat embarrassed expression:

"Please trust them."

Yuanyi's eyes were very sincere.

Jiguo Yansheng didn't want to look at Yuanyi anymore. He turned his head, suppressing the nausea in his heart, and looked at the barracks where the battle was fierce.

At this moment, a dozen men in black with the word "hidden" written in white on their backs were shuttled between the barracks. They were all providing the most urgent treatment to the seriously injured.

"Give me a bottle of styptic powder!"

"coming!"

"Come here, two people! He has no heartbeat!"

"Come on, one, two, three!"

Looking at the simple and quick movements of the hidden members, Iwakatsu Tsukuni suddenly became curious about the Demon Slayer Organization.

If it is true as Yuanyi said, then that organization may be full of people with high moral standards.

Even like the group of people in front of them, they came to rescue a military soldier battalion they didn't know before without saying a word.

But, think about it differently.

If the other party did this because of fate, then it would be too hypocritical.

Different from the nausea that Yuanyi gave him, this kind of false kindness made Yan Sheng even more disgusted.

He narrowed his eyes.

Everything will be revealed naturally when you join the Demon Slayer Corps.

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In Tomioka's mansion.

In the cellar.

Densely packed evil ghosts were crowding in the darkness ahead, and several pillars were constantly using long-distance attacks to kill the ghosts.

——No one dares to break into such a dense group of ghosts, not even the pillars.

"Breathwork...something new."

Everyone looked at my wife Shancun feeling her breathing with some strangeness.

Since this kid suddenly fainted just now, his tone and demeanor have become a little abnormal.

"Hey! Are you really okay?"

Kazama Chengya struck a wind blade into the darkness in front of him, immediately driving back a large group of evil spirits who wanted to rush out. He quickly asked my wife Shancun.

My wife Shancun was slightly startled. He raised his head and looked at Kazama Chengya who was shouting at him.

Then he raised the corners of his mouth, gave a thumbs up, and said in a loud voice:

"of course!"

"I'm so high!"

After saying that, he took a step back and fluttered his yellow feathers. The moonlight falling from the entrance of the cellar illuminated his swaying yellow hair.

Wow——!

Click.

Holding the handle of the knife at his waist, the memory of being tempered in life and death and deeply imprinted on his soul allowed him to instantly adjust to the best posture.

“Hiss——!” The lungs expanded violently, and my wife Shancun took a sharp breath.

"The Breath of Thunder·One Type..."

My wife Shancun closed her eyes. He felt the body temperature rising, and lightning flashed in his eyes.

In the kingdom of heaven in my mind.

The real Satsuma Satoshi is standing here. He makes the same actions as his outside self, and slowly corrects his past wrong habits.

He held Raikiri tightly around his waist, and then exerted slight force on his forearms.

At this moment, Feng and Feng Zhu looked at each other, blocking Yan in front, and then suddenly pulled away.

A passage was opened for my wife Shancun that could lead directly to the depths of the cellar.

next moment.

My wife Shancun opened her eyes.

"...a flash of thunder!"

boom--! !

The dazzling golden thunder suddenly illuminated the dark cellar!

"Super speed!"

Whoosh!

The light shone on the cellar, my wife Shancun's legs tightened, her body was wrapped with thunder, and she sprinted out at top speed!

Faster than ever before.

Almost instantly, a strong wind blew up at the entrance of the cellar, and Shuizuki Bai couldn't help but cover his eyes with his sleeves.

The next moment, he quickly looked into the cellar.

The thunder illuminated the depths of the cellar section by section, and was still roaring and moving at high speed.

Wherever the golden lightning passed through, the surface of the land was covered with a layer of scorched black marks.

The originally humid cellar suddenly became a little dry.

The ghost's stumps, occasionally jumping with electric arcs, were scattered everywhere.

Even twitching.

Minazuki Haku stood next to Kazama Nariya. He narrowed his eyes and looked at my wife Zencun who was passing by smoothly. The corner of his mouth twitched:

"This terrain...is really suitable for him."

"Yes." Kazama Chengya nodded, and then his eyes became a little confused:

"This guy...when did he become so courageous?"