Chapter 128

Urokodaki Sakonji watched this scene quietly, with a soft look under the Tengu mask. It turned out that he had never noticed Tanjiro's problem!

But it doesn't matter now. Tanjiro is very lucky. He is lucky enough to have encountered the most amazing era of the Demon Slayer Corps.

Tanjiro's smile is as bright as the stars. He leans on the edge of half a boulder and feels that his body has become much more relaxed.

Kiritani Sento's face suddenly turned cold. He turned around quickly, and the wooden sword flew out like a meteor, and finally embedded straight into the tree trunk in the distance.

Purple liquid dripped down the wooden sword, and a figure rushed into the woods desperately.

"Tanjiro, go home with Mr. Urokodaki first, don't go out, don't go out!"

After a simple exhortation, Kiritani Sento drew his sword and chased after him. Although it was very weak, for a moment, Kiritani Sento felt the breath of the ghost.

He couldn't understand why the ghost appeared during the day.

But if you think about it carefully, this is normal. Ghosts are everywhere. As long as there are shadows, ghosts exist.

Although the snow today is not big, there has been no sun. The thick dark clouds have locked the sun above the sky.

Urokodaki Sakonji quickly walked to Tanjiro. He took the knife from Tanjiro's hand and protected his disciple behind him.

Tanjiro's head was confused. He was still immersed in the joy of cutting off the boulder. He asked in confusion: "Master, what happened?"

Urokodaki Sakonji pointed to the wooden sword in the distance and reminded: "You smell the air carefully!"

With the guidance of the master, Tanjiro kept moving his nose, trying to capture some information.

Finally, Tanjiro smelled a familiar smell in the cold air. He immediately became surprised and blurted out: "It's a ghost!"

"Why, it's obviously daytime now!"

Tanjiro couldn't believe the smell in the air and confirmed it again.

Although the smell was almost wiped out by the wind and snow, there was still a faint smell.

"Tanjiro, let's go home!" Urokodaki Sakonji grabbed Tanjiro's hand and walked down the mountain, "It's not safe here."

Tanjiro looked back at the deep woods, looking worried.

He asked: "Master, what about Brother Zhantu?"

"He won't be in danger!"

Urokodaki Sakonji said confidently: "I'm afraid only the first demon and the upper strings can threaten him!"

Just after he finished speaking, Urokodaki Sakonji shook his head again: "The upper strings have to be in front to threaten him!"

Tanjiro knew that Brother Zhantu was very strong, but he didn't expect him to be so strong. How long will it take for him to catch up with him!

The snow fell heavier and heavier, and the last ray of light was swallowed by the night. It was dark, which also meant that the demons had completely lost their restraints.

Kiritani Zhantu stood on a big tree. There was no difference between night and day for him.

Ghost hunters rely on fighting spirit to sense changes in the environment. Of course, it would be better if there was moonlight.

But since reaching the state of transparency, Kiritani Sento feels that he can see the road with his eyes closed, and this state is like navigation.

It seems outrageous to him as a modern person, but it is the fact.

The most outrageous thing is that the ghost is like dead, and the breath has completely disappeared.

It is still appearing and disappearing during the day.

Kiritani Sento feels that he has been fooled and is very unhappy.

On the ground covered by the blizzard, a ghost that looks like a chameleon is moving its body little by little.

He is snow-white all over, and looks more like snow than snow.

No matter how carefully you observe, it is impossible to see.

Xueyin is extremely happy in his heart. It turns out that the silver-haired swordsman is not as powerful as the legend says. He didn't know that he was fooled by me for an afternoon.

It's almost laughing to death.

No, no, no, it's still that my blood demon art is too powerful.

My concealment art is not as simple as mimicry, hiding the breath is a piece of cake.

Just when Xueyin was immersed in the fantasy of killing the silver-haired swordsman, being appreciated by the scumbag boss, and reaching the pinnacle of his ghost life, Kiritani Sento suddenly jumped down from the tree.

"No more chasing, let's go home!"

"Ghosts don't matter!"

Kiritani Sento shouted loudly, and his voice penetrated the snow and spread to the surroundings.

After a complaint, Kiritani Sento accelerated and ran towards Mr. Urokodaki's house.

What's going on? Why did this guy run away? What about the ethics of ghost hunters?

Doesn't he know that there is still a ghost at large?

Don't ghost hunters like them not let every ghost go?

Xueyin's little head was full of big question marks. Doesn't this ghost hunter have no sense of responsibility?

Halfway through the run, Kiritani Sento stopped. He looked around very seriously, as if he was racking his brains to find a solution.Look.

Seeing Kiritani Zhantu's anxious look, Xueyin breathed a sigh of relief. This guy was really trying to trick him into showing up. Fortunately, I was smart.

A few minutes later, Kiritani Zhantu looked as if he had suddenly realized something. He said loudly: "I'm so anxious. Grilled fish and fish soup are so hard to choose!"

"Snowy days and fish soup are the best match. Let's go home for dinner!"

As soon as the voice fell, Kiritani Zhantu sped up his pace again.

Xueyin almost spit out a mouthful of blood. This guy was struggling with what to eat for dinner.

Xueyin had never seen such an outrageous ghost hunter. It made the ghosts collapse. How could he delay time?

He was just here to squat. He originally wanted to delay time so that his partner could kill the trainer and then get the praise of Lord Muzan.

But "promotion and wealth" was about to fly away. Should he move?

After a fierce inner struggle, Xueyin planned to sneak attack Kiritani Sento.

Xueyin stuck close to the ground, moving at high speed like a snowmobile, and two curved blades flashing with cold light popped out from his forearms.

Under the blessing of the concealment technique, Xueyin seemed to disappear from this world. After getting close to Kiritani Sento, his hind legs had already accumulated power, and his body was like a spring. In just one breath, the curved blade sank into Kiritani Sento's neck.

Xueyin's mouth showed a sly smile of success, but the smile disappeared in the next second. This attack had no real feeling, and he failed.

Before Xueyin could react, four hot knife lights flashed by, and the purple snow was like paint on the white canvas to create an unknown painting.

Xueyin regretted it. He underestimated the strength of the silver-haired swordsman. He only showed murderous intent at the moment of attack, but in that instant, the opponent reacted.

Kiritani Sento thrust the flaming red blade into Yukigakure's heart. The pain was so excruciating that Yukigakure's facial features were squeezed together in pain.

Kiritani Sento asked coldly, with murderous intent spreading: "Tell me, what is your purpose?"

"I don't want to ask a second time!"