Chapter 12

Are Shinyue and the others in danger? Hanoi was a little anxious. He was worried about the safety of his two companions, but the increasingly strong smell of blood made Hanoi unable to get away. There must be a very powerful evil ghost in the direction where the blood smell came from. The blood smell was so strong and fresh. The evil ghost must be slaughtering humans! It must be stopped!

The dense bushes in front blocked the way of several people. Hanoi did not hesitate and directly pulled out the Sun Wheel Sword. He stepped on the ground with one foot and held the handle horizontally. He silently said in his heart: "Wind Breathing·Three Types·Seiran Wind Tree!"

The whistling whirlwind wrapped in the sword light instantly shattered the bushes blocking the road, and the scene behind the bushes was completely reflected in everyone's eyes.

"That is! What!" Even though they were mentally prepared, when the hell-like scene appeared in front of them, several members of the Demon Slayer Team couldn't help but take a breath.

I saw dozens of straight hemp ropes with blood gourd-like humans piercing through them. The ground under my feet was completely stained with scarlet blood. Beside the ancient white well, there were several corpses that were no longer recognizable as human beings and were twisted into a twist.

What the Demon Slayers were most concerned about was probably the burly figure sitting by the white well with his back to them. That kind of aura was definitely an evil ghost!

Swish, swish, swish! All the members drew out their Nichirin swords in unison, their muscles tensed, and pointed at the sitting evil ghost with high alert.

And the evil ghost also turned his head very cooperatively and looked at the ghost hunters who came for him.

There are words! There are words in the eyes of this ghost! ! Kawachi's eyes widened instantly, and his right hand holding the knife was so strong that it turned white. What did he see? There were words in the right eye of the evil ghost! What does this mean? The ghost in front of him is one of the twelve demon moons!

The Twelve Demon Moons are the twelve strongest demons under the command of the legendary Demon King Muzan. Each of them is extremely powerful, and the number of humans they have eaten is countless. They are divided into upper and lower strings. In the hundreds of years since the establishment of the Demon Slayer Corps, the strongest swordsmen are called pillars. Over the past hundred years, countless powerful pillar-level swordsmen have appeared, but no pillar has ever been able to kill any upper string demon.

The number of lower string demons that have been killed is also extremely rare, and how many pillars have sacrificed in the past hundred years?

It's a big trouble. The right eye of that demon is engraved with "Xia Si", which is obviously a lower string demon moon, and it is the fourth lower string demon. This kind of demon, I'm afraid only swordsmen of level A, B, and C can barely deal with it, but the strongest swordsmen here are only two level E swordsmen, myself and the hatamoto. Kawachi's hand holding the knife can't help but sweat.

"Demon Slayer Corps? I haven't seen them for more than ten years. It seems that I have been careless recently. I actually exposed my whereabouts in Shirai Mountain. It's not easy to find a suitable environment for brewing tea like here. It's really a pity and infuriating. In this case, the last pot of good tea will be brewed with your blood." The bearded evil ghost muttered to himself.

"Lower String Demon! You are a Lower String Demon!" A nervous voice sounded from behind Kawachi. The demon slayer hatamoto asked bravely while holding the handle of the Nichirin Sword with trembling hands.

Hearing this, the evil ghost smiled strangely, revealing his sharp fangs, "The one who is about to kill you is the Lower String Four - Winder!"

Boom! ! As soon as Winder finished speaking, several hemp ropes suddenly sprang out from the bushes behind him. On the hemp ropes, two swordsmen wearing the uniforms of the Demon Slayer Corps were tied, and one of them had already lost vital signs.

"Makoto! Ryuchi!" The Demon Slayers' eyes widened. They recognized their other two companions at a glance.

The hemp rope stained with the blood of the Demon Slayers floated to the mouth of the windlass. It stretched out its tongue and licked it. "Well, you are worthy of being a demon hunter. The blood after training is much more delicious than those woodcutters and farmers!" Windlass said with satisfaction.

"Damn it!" Such a scene obviously angered the other Demon Slayers.

Kawachi knew very well that they were definitely not the opponents of this lower-string demon. The only thing they could do now was to delay this lower-string demon as much as possible and survive as much as possible until the support of the Demon Slayers arrived! Just now, his left hand quietly behind his back had sent a signal to the crow in the sky, urgently requesting support!

Coincidentally, Kawachi clearly remembered that before they came to Shiraiyama to perform the mission, they met the Flame Pillar on the road. The Flame Pillar seemed to be performing a mission nearby. What does this mean? As long as they are fast and hold on long enough, maybe they can hold on until the crow brings support from the Flame Pillar!

Thinking of this, Hanoi's heart instantly became firm, and there was a hint of determination and fearlessness in his eyes when he looked at the wheel.

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It's getting closer, very close! That powerfulThe evil spirit was getting closer and closer. Yuan Er, who had recovered from his injuries, ran quickly in pursuit of the breath left on the hemp rope. Shinichi followed closely behind Yuan Er, carrying a rag-wrapped Nichirin sword on his back.

With one claw, he tore through the lush vines blocking the road, and Shinichi's vision suddenly became wider, but suddenly, Shinichi's pupils shrank suddenly, and the whole person stopped immediately. Following his gaze, he saw a figure lying on the ground not far in front of him, or a corpse.

Blood mixed with countless broken internal organs spilled on the ground. The whole person was intact except for the head, and the body was completely torn. The cause of death was very similar to the corpse Shinichi had seen before. The blood at the corner of the mouth had begun to dry, and his eyes were still filled with fear and confusion before death.

The smell of blood was still strong at the tip of his nose. This person might have been brutally killed just ten minutes ago. Shinichi realized the severity of the situation in an instant, but before he could think about it, Enji suddenly howled in one direction. The fierce fighting sound not far away immediately attracted his attention. He turned his head and took a last look at the miserable corpse. A ray of green light flashed in Shinichi's eyes, and then he ran towards the sound of the battle.

"Strong! Too strong! We are not its opponents at all!" A member of the Demon Slayer team shouted desperately. He tried his best to barely split the hemp rope that attacked him. At the moment when the Sun Wheel Sword and the hemp rope came into contact, he felt that his Sun Wheel Sword was like splitting a diamond, and the tiger's mouth was even cracked.

But there were more than a dozen hemp ropes like this around the lower demon. These hemp ropes seemed to have life, attacking the Demon Slayer team members from all directions.

What was even more terrifying was that the demon named Windlass was watching the show the whole time, without moving his body at all. He even had the mood to fiddle with the tea set in front of him.

In just two minutes, Windlass brutally killed two of the five members of the Demon Slayer Corps. Only Kawachi and Hatamoto, who were both E-class swordsmen, could barely hold on. The hemp rope erected high behind Windlass had strung two broken members of the Demon Slayer Corps like trophies.

In addition to Kawachi and Hatamoto, there was also a Sin-class swordsman, Yoshihira, wielding the Sun Wheel Sword. But to him, everything around him was like hell. Not to mention the terrifying hemp rope, the name of the Lower String Demon alone was enough to scare him. He had only been in the Demon Slayer Corps for a year, and he didn't have the courage to face the Twelve Demon Moons.

The miserable bodies of his companions on the hemp rope constantly stimulated Yoshihira's nerves, ping! ! The hemp rope whipped his Nichirin Sword fiercely, and the terrifying force made Jiping unable to hold his Nichirin Sword anymore. The Nichirin Sword was whipped away in an instant. This desperate scene became the last straw that broke the camel's back. Jiping's eyes were full of fear, and he turned around and ran subconsciously, "I can't beat it! It's impossible to beat it! I don't want to die! No!"

But no matter how fast Jiping was, he couldn't be faster than the hemp rope of the windlass. Puff! ! It was as easy as piercing tofu, and the hemp rope instantly pierced Jiping's chest.

"Jiping! Damn it! Water Breathing·Type II·Waterwheel!" Seeing another companion die tragically, Hatamoto's body quickly spun, and the Nichirin Sword he held tightly in his hand was like a surge of water, and a swift blow immediately split a hemp rope that wanted to sneak attack.

But what made the hatamoto despair was that after splitting one hemp rope, three or even four more hemp ropes were added. There were more and more hemp ropes besieging him and Kawachi, and their physical strength was rapidly fading.

The Sun Wheel Sword collided with dozens of hemp ropes, splashing countless sparks. Kawachi's forehead was full of fine beads of sweat. The hand holding the Sun Wheel Sword was extremely numb. The desperate use of wind breathing had already brought his body and internal organs to the brink of collapse. Every time he breathed, his trachea seemed to be cut by a knife.

The gap between ordinary swordsmen and the Twelve Demon Moons was too big. Kawachi finally understood why the Demon Slayers could become pillars directly after killing one of the Twelve Demon Moons.

Watching the two Demon Slayers struggling desperately, the windlass showed a cruel smile. Beside him, on the windlass of the water-drawing tool beside the white well, a pair of wooden gears were creaking and rotating. The blood-soaked land behind him was also slowly creeping, and a swift hemp rope sprang out from time to time.

"Blood Demon Art: Strangle the Magic Rope!"

Since the two little bugs from the Demon Slayer Corps are interested in splitting the hemp rope, let them split it for fun, just as a show to entertain them while making tea. Anyway, for it, wanting to kill these little bugs is just a thought.

Thinking of this, the windlass snapped his fingers, and a hemp rope floated from behind. A demon slayer with his head down was tied up tightly. It was Ryuchi who was captured with Mayaku. He had already woken up, but after waking up, he had to face the desperate scene in front of him. He was caught by a lower-rank demon..