Chapter 16

"I'm not afraid! It's just that there's no need to waste time on a few weak bugs and a traitorous little devil! The purpose of becoming one of the Twelve Demon Moons is not to fight these bugs! I want to become stronger! To eat more people! To get more appreciation from Master Muzan! There's no need to waste time here! I have to leave!" Windlass thought to himself, and then chose to leave here quickly, but as soon as Windlass turned around, a violent hurricane suddenly rose on its side.

Breath of the Wind·One Type·Dust Whirlwind·Slash!

Crack! Unprepared, Windlass was pierced through the body again by a slash from top to bottom.

He Nei gritted his teeth, and the wind breath he launched with overdrawn strength made his whole body suffer from the pain of thousands of cuts, but thinking of the sacrifice of his companions and his family members who died because of the evil spirits, He Nei's eyes were bloodshot, and he opened his mouth and roared silently. The sudden surge of power in his body even made the windlass unable to break free for a while.

"Damn human! You are looking for death! Let go!" The windlass roared in embarrassment. At the same time, the willow branches growing on its wounds had all withered, and the windlass's wounds were recovering at a very fast speed visible to the naked eye.

But facing the roar of the windlass, He Nei did not waver or fear at all. The hands holding the knife used up all their strength, and they were deadly!

Several hemp ropes suddenly rushed out from the ground under his feet, piercing He Nei's body fiercely, but He Nei still did not let go.

Ruri was really anxious, "Damn Demon Slayer Corps!!"

"Go to hell!" Before Ruri finished his roar, the furious Shinichi rushed in front of him, "Blood Demon Art·Blood Rage·Second Degree!!" Boom!! Visible hot red air waves surged around Shinichi's body, and his originally fair skin was already red. On the exposed skin, blood vessels burst out. Due to the extremely high temperature, those blood vessels all exuded orange-red like magma. At a glance, it seemed that Shinichi had more flame patterns on his body.

His eyes were completely occupied by scarlet red, and Shinichi roared wildly and swung his fists. The speed was so fast that only afterimages could be seen, bang! bang! bang! bang! Ruri was trapped in the river and passively took all of Shinichi's punches.

"Ah!!" With the last roar, bang! ! A hot fist completely smashed the rope armor on Ruri's chest.

"Asshole!" Shinichi's fist smashed into the chest of the wind wheel in the eyes of horror.

"Blood Demon Art·Life Absorption!!" The slender branches that emerged from Shinichi's palm instantly grew like a venomous snake in the body of the wind wheel, and a powerful suction force instantly began to devour the vitality of the wind wheel.

"No! No! It shouldn't be like this! How could I be hurt by you bugs? I am the lower string! The fourth lower string - wind wheel!"

"These words! Let's talk about it in hell! Forest Breathing·One Type·Iron Birch Slash!! "The green blade light flashed across the neck of the wind wheel like a startled wild goose.

"No!!!"

Snap! Boom!! A head full of unwillingness fell down together with a thick old tree.

Old man Morimu half-bent his body in a bow step, the Nichirin sword in his hand was stained with blood, and he maintained the posture of drawing the sword. However, a breeze blew, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out uncontrollably. In an instant, the originally strong body of old man Morimu quickly shrank down, and in the blink of an eye, old man Morimu became a little old man in his twilight years.

Plop, Kawachi could no longer hold on, his hands slipped powerlessly from the handle of the Nichirin sword, and the whole person knelt directly on the ground. The scene in front of him kept blurring, and a sharp buzzing sound rang in his ears. The original pain in his body also disappeared, and there was only a little numbness.

Kawachi was a little dazed. Was he going to die? However, it seemed that the lower demon was also killed, right? Ah, it’s great, everyone didn’t sacrifice in vain, Dad, Mom, Jiro, I did a good job, right... In a trance, Kawachi seemed to see his family members smiling at him gently in the dazzling light.

With the corners of his mouth raised, Kawachi slowly lowered his head. The tattered haori behind him was slowly blown by the breeze, revealing the blood-stained word "滅" under the haori.

On the other side, Shinichi staggered and pulled his fist out of the windlass' chest. He had forced the second blood burst, and his body had reached a limit. If he had not just absorbed a lot of vitality from the windlass, Shinichi would have fallen down because he could not bear the power of the blood burst. In a daze, Shinichi also saw a person's life.

It was the end of the Edo period, when the shogunate regime was aging. In an ordinary merchant family in Chiyoda Castle, more than a dozen fully armed samurai threatened the merchant family with long swords, making themThe merchant's family handed over all the tea garden deeds. Even though the merchant begged hard, the warriors were not moved at all. After beating the merchant, they forcibly took away the merchant's ancestral 100-acre tea garden.

The merchant, whose entire property was taken away by the warriors, did not have the courage to resist. Instead, he took out all his anger on his wife, who also came from a samurai family. In a drunken rage at night, he picked up the tool for fetching water from the well at home and smashed his wife to death. The irrational merchant did not even let go of the children who came when they heard the noise. Because the children's crying was too harsh, he strangled all his children with the well rope for fetching water. In the end, he sat among the corpses and laughed wantonly.

It was also on that night that the pungent smell of blood attracted a man, a man dressed in aristocratic gorgeous clothes. The merchant could not see his face clearly, but only knew that the man had a pair of scarlet eyes.

That night, a restaurant in Chiyoda Castle was attacked by unknown forces, and dozens of people died tragically. The most miserable deaths were the more than ten samurai who were having dinner at the highest level. Their bodies were twisted like twisted dough sticks, and their heads were smashed into fine meat paste like being smashed by a giant hammer... This is the life of Lulu, a despicable businessman. He resented those samurai, his wife, and his colleagues who watched him go bankrupt but did not help him, but he never thought that all this was caused by his greed. He greedily wanted to make war money when the rebellion broke out in the south, and he borrowed money everywhere for this. His virtuous wife couldn't bear her husband being rejected, so she returned to her home and asked her samurai father for help. In the end, the businessman borrowed a large sum of money from more than a dozen wealthy samurai families, but the ambitious businessman ended up losing all his money. All his tea and property were looted by the rebels, and he went bankrupt completely. The virtuous wife wept and went to her father for help again. With the full help of her father, she barely calmed down the anger of the samurai who wanted to chop the merchant into pieces. She only took away the merchant's tea fields as a price. However, the greedy merchant did not appreciate his father-in-law's kindness. Instead, he resented his father-in-law, thinking that his father-in-law had betrayed everything he had and allowed the samurai to rob his ancestral property. As a result, he also resented his wife...

The windlass with only his head left was still shouting "No! It shouldn't be like this! How could I!? How could I be beheaded? Impossible! Absolutely impossible! I can't die. It's so hard, so hard to get to where I am today. It's not easy to become one of the Twelve Demon Moons, I don't want to die!"

But as his neck gradually turned to ashes, the sound of the windlass's roar became smaller and smaller. Before he was on the verge of death, the memory of his previous life suddenly appeared clearly in front of him. Gradually, the windlass was stunned. He had forgotten everything. He only remembered that he had to keep living, climb up, and become a noble Twelve Demon Moons. But the scenes in front of him...

"I, what have I done? Yumiko... No, I, I"

A tear actually appeared in the corner of the windlass's eyes, "A beast like me deserves to go to hell." After saying the last sentence, the windlass's head completely turned to ashes, the fourth of the lower strings - destruction!