Chapter 22

Murata had walked out for dozens of meters, but the two ghosts were still quarreling. No one in the Demon Slayer Corps could match their luck.

Murata turned his head in panic, and couldn't help but sweat for himself, but he was also relieved that he could run away this time.

The two ghosts who were fighting suddenly found that the person was gone. The ghost who was pressed underneath slapped his companion and cursed: "You idiot, the person is about to run away, get out of here!"

"How is it possible? I broke one of his legs!"

The beaten ghost turned his head and found that Murata was really gone.

"I said half for each, look, it's gone!"

The beaten ghost ignored his companion, but kept twitching his nose. He pointed to a big tree not far away and said: "There!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his companion disappeared.

Listening to the footsteps getting closer and closer, Murata covered his mouth and tried not to make any sound.

"Hahaha, stop hiding!"

"I'm going to tear you in half, and you'll see your intestines flowing out!"

While discussing how to deal with Murata, the two ghosts laughed strangely. Breaking the psychological defenses of their prey is also one of their pleasures.

Despair and fear are the best seasonings, and they are like delicacies to evil ghosts.

Murata took a deep breath, then he clenched the knife in his hand and fought with them.

"Ahhh!"

Murata roared and rushed out from behind the tree. He endured the severe pain and used the Izuku Breathing·One Type·Water Surface Slash.

The rushing water splashed towards the neck of one of the ghosts. Murata's belief was to take one away even if he died.

However, the ghost crossed his defense, and the Sun Wheel Sword only cut in half. Murata wanted to pull it out, but the knife was stuck and motionless.

"Useless talent!"

"You'd better die!"

Another ghost's sharp nails rushed straight to Murata's head. He closed his eyes in despair. Is the revenge for his family over before it's even taken?

Suddenly, the familiar sound of water flow sounded, and the scene of brain bursting did not happen. Instead, the arm attacking him was chopped off.

"It seems just right!"

Xantu immediately changed his sword skills, which was the Seventh Form·Shizuku Wave Stab, which was the fastest stabbing attack among the ten forms of Water Breathing.

The torrent-like sword skills instantly pierced into the neck of the evil ghost. Before it could react, Xiantu changed the sword skills to the First Form.

The silky water surface slash passed through the evil ghost's head, leaving only a puzzled voice: "How...how is it possible, why is there such a big difference in the same...same sword skills!"

It couldn't even make a sound to call for help, but it didn't have the opportunity to call for help, because its companions had been killed instantly by Yiyong.

Murata said he was insulted. We have the same sword skills, why do you call me trash?

After dealing with the two ghosts, Santu immediately bandaged Murata's wounds.

"Thank you!"

Santu scratched his head and said with a smile: "It's okay, we are all companions!"

Giyu suddenly said: "Find a place to hide!"

On the expressionless face of Giyu, Murata's heart seemed to be hurt by 10,000 points. So harsh, although he was indeed not as good as the two in front of him.

They had already mastered the water breathing to perfection, but they couldn't even cut off the ghost's arm.

Since they met, Santu and Tomioka Giyu simply stayed with Murata for one night.

The next morning, the two hid Murata in a safe place and left some food before continuing to kill ghosts.

Santu's competitive spirit is still very strong. His goal is to surpass Kiritani Sento.

A strange scene happened in the next six days. Four people on the entire Fujixi Mountain were not thinking about how to avoid evil spirits but where to find evil spirits.

Thanks to Kiritani Zhantu and the other four, none of the swordsmen participating in the selection had died. They were also very surprised. Wasn't it said that there were fifty evil spirits on Fujixi Mountain?

Although the mountain is big, it's not so big that you can't even meet a ghost hair!

What they didn't know was that this selection was the only one with 100% pass.

There is no such thing as a peaceful life, it's just that someone is carrying the burden for you.

Six days passed in a flash. Zhantu had killed twenty evil spirits, and Yiyong had killed four.

Kiritani Zhantu also killed twenty ghosts. Kocho Shinobu had been doing experiments. This time on Fujixi Mountain, a total of five ghosts became lucky, providing materials and parameters for Shinobu.

All the thirty evil spirits caught by Huali Ge died, and nineteen of the twenty who survived by chance last time died.

Maybe, Huali Ge will have the urge to chop down these two rabbits later, which will increase his workload. Poor him, there are still three wives waiting at home!

On the evening of the sixth day, Xuantu and the others reached the top of the mountain. There were few trees here, and the view wasIt is open and easy to see each other.

However, our "European Pillar" Murata brother covered his mouth tightly, because another ghost appeared ten meters away from him, which was also the strongest hand ghost in Fujiki Mountain.

He has survived in Fujiki Mountain for more than 40 years and has eaten 50 people during this period. His strength is unmatched by other ghosts.

After all, the number of people eaten represents the strength of the evil ghost.

The hand ghost is dark green in color, with a large number of arms wrapped around its body. Its head has swollen into a large tumor, and it is the arms that make up the tumor. Only a pair of brown eyes are exposed.

The hand ghost looked around. He was in a very good mood for the final selection this time, because he didn't meet a fox mask ghost.

This also means that Urokodaki has been hit so hard that he dared not accept disciples. He sealed himself in this place without freedom. In order to get revenge, he ate all of Urokodaki's disciples.

The hand ghost's hobby is collecting fox masks.

"Hehehe!"

"Hahaha!"

"All of Urokita's disciples are finally dead!"

The hand ghost danced with excitement, but suddenly there was a cracking sound on the ground, the sound of something breaking.

The hand ghost reached out and picked up the broken thing, which was a scarred fox mask.

The smile on the hand ghost's face froze instantly, and he was furious and unwilling: "How is it possible, how is it possible, there are still Urokita's disciples in this mountain!"

"Eat eat eat eat!"

The hand ghost's teeth kept chattering, and more than ten arms were beating the ground frantically.

It put the mask close to its nose and sniffed it hard like a pervert.

It looked like a perverted uncle who stole underwear, intoxicated with the stolen "underwear"!

The hand ghost first burst into tears and then laughed almost crazily: "Hahaha, there is still a smell, I smell it!"

"I smell it, so happy, so happy!"

The hand ghost was as happy as a child, and then he kept twitching his nose, and finally his dim eyes locked on the top of the mountain.

The hand ghost rushed towards the top of the mountain like crazy, and all the trees along the way fell down.

Murata didn't dare to breathe, his back was already wet with sweat, because the hand ghost's thick arm had just been taken away from him. If it weren't for the mask, he would have been a corpse now.

Murata looked at the passage in the distance that was forcibly knocked out by the hand ghost, and he murmured: "Didn't they say that the ghost on Fujixi Mountain only ate one or two people?"