Chapter 216
The drizzle continued, the sky was as dark as ink, and a full moon appeared and disappeared from time to time, but it could not escape the bondage of the dark clouds.
Five swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps walked together, and they discussed what had happened recently.
"Have you heard? Our Demon Slayer Corps killed another upper string!"
"Of course, I heard that Gyou's junior brother also participated in that operation and played a big role!"
Ta-da-da!
The shoes stepped on the puddles, making an impatient sound.
"Damn, you kid just walked close to that pupil pillar?"
"How can you, a waste, make great contributions!"
Gyou muttered in a low voice, cursing incessantly, his face full of dissatisfaction and resentment.
Gyou had black hair and blue eyes, thick eyebrows, and wore a jade pendant and bracelet. He wore a raincoat outside the Demon Slayer Corps uniform.
The waste he mentioned was his junior brother, Agatsuma Zenitsu.
Gyokuu hated Zenitsu Agatsuma because that loser had learned the Thunderbolt Flash that he himself could not learn, so he was naturally dissatisfied.
It was almost dawn, but the weather was still so gloomy, which was infuriating.
But after walking a few steps, Gyokuu stopped. An extremely terrifying pressure came from not far away, and he was so scared that he dared not move.
Not only Gyokuu, but the other four swordsmen were also stunned.
It was not that they did not want to move, but that the pressure made them unable to move. Everyone trembled and looked terrified.
One of them stuttered and shouted: "It's... it's Upper Moon One!"
"It's over!"
"He is the strongest Upper Moon!"
Because of the book written by Ubuyashiki Yoya, every member of the Demon Slayer Corps has some understanding of the Upper Moon.
For a while, everyone was desperate. After all, the Upper Moon One can hit several pillars at the same time, and the strongest among them is only a Class A swordsman.
Kokushibo glanced at the men expressionlessly. He swung his sword at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye. The strong wind of the blade directly cut the two swordsmen in the front in half.
Blood gushed out immediately, and the other two swordsmen were beheaded with another blow.
Seeing his companions bleeding on the spot, Xiyue had no hatred in his heart, but instead thought about how to escape.
But he knew in his heart that there was no possibility of escape when facing the Upper String One, and he was doomed!
The chill of death continued to erode Xiyue's trembling heart. He didn't want to die, absolutely didn't want to die.
Xiyue decisively dropped the sword and knelt down with a plop.
Clang clang clang!
Even the sound of rain could not cover up the sound of Xiyue kowtowing and begging for mercy.
"Please!"
"Please!"
"Don't kill me!"
Xiyue repeated humbly, like a dog that had lost its home.
The water soaked his already tattered uniform, and it was freezing cold.
In the eyes of Xiyue, staying alive was more important than anything else, so what was kowtowing to a ghost?
For hundreds of years, Xiyue was the only ghost hunter who kowtowed to evil ghosts.
Oh?
Interesting!
Kokushibo looked at Xiyue with interest. Every ghost hunter he met in the past rushed to him desperately as if he had seen the murderer of his father.
But the only one who survived in his hands was the monster Kiritani Zhantu.
Kowtowing to a ghost, this was the first time in hundreds of years, interesting!
Xiyue was still kowtowing unremittingly, and a small pit appeared on the ground, with mud and blood mixed in it.
Even though his forehead was bleeding, Xiyue did not dare to relax at all.
Scenes of the past kept pouring into his mind.
Since I can remember, I have never seen my parents, stole things, was despised by others, drank muddy water, encountered evil spirits, but I never gave up living!
Yes, I survived!
Only by living can there be infinite possibilities, I can't die.
Xingyue shouted in his heart, but he didn't stop kowtowing at all.
That time, in order to save his life, Xingyue sneaked into the temple, extinguished the wisteria incense burner lit by Xingming in the temple, led the ghost into the temple, and caused almost all the children in the orphanage to die.
Even so, Xingyue didn't blame himself at all, but thought it was right.
"Why don't you want to die? Give me a reason!"
Kokushibo asked coldly, and there was no emotion in his voice.
The only people in this world who can make Kokushibo emotional are the former Yuichiro Tsugikoku and the current Sento Kiritani.
It's over, I'm dead.
Xingyue was shocked, how should I answer.
Suddenly, Xiyue became tough. He was going to die anyway, and he had been frustrated all his life.
"I want to become stronger, and I can only become stronger if I stay alive!"
"Only if I stay alive can I let the old man know that he shouldn't favor that damn kid!"
"Only if I stay alive can I take revenge on those guys who bullied me!"
Xiyue roared almost crazily, his eyes red, like a mad dog.
"I want to become stronger!"
Kuroshibo's heart seemed to be touched, and he had only one belief, that is, to become stronger, in order to surpass his brother.
He knew that he wanted to become stronger, and he also knew that Gyou's words about becoming stronger were not false, and he didn't care about anything else.
"Very good, I can make you stronger!"
"As long as you get the blood of that adult, you can become stronger!"
After that, Kokushibo picked up Gyou and forcibly opened Gyou's mouth.
Gyou was stunned. Doesn't he have to die?
What is he going to do?
Just looking into Kokushibo's six eyes for a moment, Gyou felt that his soul was about to be sucked in.
Then the warm liquid flowed into Gyou's mouth, and he felt that his body was about to explode, and it was extremely hot.
Kokushibo threw Gyou aside. He had already injected the blood of the adults into his body. Whether he could survive depended on his luck.
After all, Muzan's blood was also selective. Not everyone could bear his blood.
"Ahhh!"
Gyou screamed heartbreakingly, and the pain spread all over his body. It felt like countless bugs were gnawing at his bones.
It was more like being roasted on a fire. Gyou's skin cracked inch by inch, and the blood kept flowing.
I can't die. Even if I become a ghost, I can't die.
If I become a ghost, then I will become a ghost!
Gyou decisively gave up his human identity. He was a treacherous person. To be precise, he was not a human.
At this moment, the crow that flew away to find support flew back.
"Hold on, Master Tongzhu is nearby, he will be here soon!"
Suddenly a knife flashed, and the crow was instantly cut into countless pieces.
A strange smile appeared on Kokushibo's stern face: "Kiritani Sento, I didn't expect that we would meet so soon!"
"What a blessing!"
Kokushibo leaned against a big tree, letting the rain drip, but not a drop of water fell on him, as if there was an invisible shield.
"Kiritani Sento, I'm really looking forward to your expression!"
"After all, there are ghost hunters who have become ghosts!"
