Chapter 238

I never expected that the person who came to pick us up would be my eldest brother.

My Lord, is there something wrong with you? Can you please change someone? I will accept it even if it is Brother Feng! After all, there is a Xuan Mi here, and I can handle another Shi Mi.

But brother, isn’t it the most difficult to explain the third brother to him?

Moreover, now that I am standing with Third Brother, it really seems that the previous train incident was planned by Third Brother and I. Am I really becoming a green tea scheming boy?

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I clearly mentioned in the letter that it was Upper Three. My lord would not do something meaningless and embarrassing to me, right? So, is there any purpose for this arrangement? Does it have anything to do with me? Is it for my third brother? Should I be on guard against him?

But if the eldest brother fights alone, he will definitely not be able to beat the third brother without the power to sustain. Do I have to make the choice?

Because if I were to become the eldest brother and continue the voyage, I might not be able to compete with the third brother. After all, after the last battle, the eldest brother had a huge breakthrough on the line between life and death.

But it shouldn't be like that. My abilities are limited. The lord seems to be the type who can be cruel to himself but won't force others. This speculation doesn't fit his personality at all.

Hmm——I can't imagine such a sinister lord, so it shouldn't be him.

I kept myself calm and didn't let myself show any guilty expression.

As long as I am calm enough, then I have no problems, the problems are others'.

"Mr. Purgatory." I called out proactively, and then felt a little regretful. Did I appear too eager, making myself look guilty?

When you really feel guilty, you will feel guilty no matter what you do.

On the contrary, the eldest brother had a righteous face as always, and there was no sign of anything wrong. Even though he had seen the third brother's face, his eyes were still as clear as always, "Young man, I'm so glad that you're okay!"

Xuan Mi naturally called out "Lord Flame Pillar".

The eldest brother certainly can't remember all the members of the Demon Slayer Corps. Even though he, Genmi, had just become a disciple of the Rock Pillar, he and the eldest brother had no intersection. The base of the Demon Slayer Corps is very large, and not everyone has the memory of the lord - to remember all the deceased and new members of the Demon Slayer Corps.

However, Xuan Mi's name was mentioned in the mission description this time, and the other party was indeed very similar to Feng Ge in both name and appearance, so when he heard Xuan Mi's voice and saw him, his eyes revealed a hint of understanding, and he called out his name accurately.

This seemed to provide me with an invisible cover, as if all the nonsense I had said about Brother Feng before was true, which made Xuan Mi believe it even more.

You are all so honest, which makes me feel very guilty.

I sighed inwardly, but the bigger key still lies in the third brother and the eldest brother.

To my surprise, I thought that the desire for strength that was engraved in the third brother's bones would show something, or at least say something.

But he was a little absent-minded, not looking at his elder brother, but looking at the flickering lights in the town.

His black hair was not as conspicuous as his pink hair in the night, but his minimal clothing and tattoos made him very recognizable. In addition, even after a demon changed his appearance greatly, the powerful members of the Demon Slayer Corps could still recognize him.

After a simple greeting, the eldest brother finally turned his gaze to the third brother.

It must not be my illusion, his brows were indeed slightly wrinkled, but his eyebrows were thicker, so it was not obvious at first glance.

"Young man, I heard from my lord that you were traveling with Upper Three." As he spoke, he looked at his third brother and obviously noticed that he was different from the last time they met.

This different feeling does not just come from the appearance, but is something more mysterious.

Well, I just made it up, that's the only explanation - without that pure fighting spirit and malice, the third brother still looks very innocent.

At least my brother just put his hand on the Sun Blade and didn't draw his sword directly to fight. This was beyond my expectation and it was a good thing.

I know I have a filter, but filters are very difficult to take off. Even if I know I should take them off, I can't. When I first watched the early plots of Demon Slayer, I even had a filter for that scumbag boss.

If you love him, you'll call him a miserable person - but later on he's completely broken.

This is the treatment that even the scumbag bosses have received, let alone the third brother.

"Well, it was Mr. Komaji who brought me out of the Mugen Castle, but this behavior is undoubtedly a betrayal of Muzan. I can use my ability to temporarily isolate the Demon King's strong control over him, but Muzan is very powerful, and I need to replenish my energy frequently to ensure that everything is safe." Let's first increase the favorability of the third brother a little. After all, it is too difficult to change from the "hostile" camp to the "friendly" camp. I don't ask for a red name to a green name, a yellow name neutral camp is enough.

Also, please don't let me be separated from my third brother. I have already sacrificed my sleep time to replenish my energy frequently. If that scumbag boss finds out about my location now, I will shut myself off.

"Muzan Kibutsuji Muneyu - the Demon King..." He thought for a while, and I don't know what he was considering, or maybe he was struggling, but in the end he still gave me a certain trust and obeyed the lord's orders.

I guess this time, the nine pillars really have to gather together. The third brother is about to go before the lord. No matter what the considerations are, no one will fail to gather back.

The eldest brother took out the train ticket, looked at the time on it, calculated the distance, and then informed us that it was time to start the journey, otherwise we would miss the train.

I patted my third brother on the shoulder, waking him up from his trance. "Mr. Komaji, have you remembered something?"

"I seem to have seen such lights before." I looked in the direction he was looking. The lights gathered in the towns were flickering, and it really felt like fireworks.

The third brother's condition is getting better and better. The better his memory recovers, the more determined he is to betray the trash boss.

I stretched out my hand, and the cyan light replenished my power once again. I had to find a way to contact Miss Tamayo through Tanjiro or the lord, otherwise I would really have a nervous breakdown. I really wanted to sleep now.

The third brother came back to his senses, took a look at the ticket from the eldest brother, and then said, "We can't take this route. With Yuju's blood vampire magic, we will be followed."

I noticed that my eldest brother's expression had changed a little, so I immediately added, "The jade pot... is the Upper Five in the Infinite City at that time?"

The third brother nodded.

"Are you saying that there is an upper-rank demon on this train?" Upon hearing such news, the eldest brother naturally could not remain indifferent, let alone sit idly by.

I saw that he looked like he would rush over as soon as Third Brother nodded.

After all, if there are ghosts on the train, it will generally cause a greater impact, because it is a gathering place for people, so it poses a greater threat to ordinary people.

Places like this are usually handled by columns, and sometimes even multiple columns are needed.

After the last battle, the eldest brother should be more cautious in his actions. After all, he has a rough idea of ​​the strength of the upper strings.

When calculating the combat power, he might not have taken his third brother into account, but he would definitely take stock of the people he could contact nearby and the next plan.

But unfortunately, the third brother did not nod.

"You misunderstood. There is not a jade pot there, but the blood vampire magic of the jade pot is stored there. For a strong man like you, his blood vampire magic will not have any effect, but he will definitely get your information. If Qing also goes there, Wuwu will know where to start looking for him." The third brother explained seriously.

I looked at the slightly harmonious atmosphere between the two of them, and for a moment it was hard to believe that they had ever fought a life-and-death battle.

My desire for a CP is getting aroused again.

"Vampire magic? Is it a vampire magic that can exist independently of the ghost itself?" Xuan Mi interrupted. Perhaps because of his ability, he had summarized some types of vampire magic and the fastest ways to master them. He had not yet encountered a vampire magic that could continue to work after being away from a long distance.

It's not convenient for me to speak up because I shouldn't know the blood demon arts of the Upper Five.

But the third brother was very knowledgeable and immediately answered him, "His blood demon magic is not strong."

Not strong. Do you mean the kind of weak that almost died together with Muichiro?

Third brother, when you defined it, could you please refer to the combat power value of ordinary people?

"But... it's a bit troublesome. He can connect the pot he made to cast vampire magic to organize intelligence. He is the person who collects the most intelligence among Wu Chou's subordinates. The value of his intelligence network is much greater than his own value." I don't think I have seen such descriptions in the original work when Third Brother talked about these. Sure enough, he knows more details. After all, they have worked together for at least a hundred years. Even if he doesn't pay attention, he will know their abilities.

"Tama-ho's pots are very valuable, and are also a source of funds. They are very popular in many occasions. The station here has his pots as decorations. He was promoted to Upper Rank much later than me, and I didn't know him before, but in the hundred years since he became an Upper Rank, the number of pots he distributed every year has been in the three digits. Most of the information on ghosts comes from him, but the connection between him and the pots is one-way. Even if you destroy his pot, it will not affect his entity." Third brother explained it very clearly. When I heard it, I thought that this time it fits the style of a collective of villains. They all have such a long life, don't they do something else?

Others may not understand and have no vision, but Brother Yi, the former head of the family, should know what is going on.

If the boss keeps acting silly, I'd feel it's unreal.

After hearing what he said, the eldest brother was silent for a few seconds. Just looking at his actions in the train episode, we can tell that he has a strong sense of the overall situation and pays attention to the entire picture of the incident, otherwise there would have been no deaths on the entire train at that time.

If you know this information and still insist on doing it, then you have a mental problem.

"Besides collecting intelligence, does Upper Rank Five's ability have any other uses?" The implication is that the eldest brother still cares about the safety of the passengers in the car.

"He made the pot from a living person, and mixed it with his ghost blood. It will be extremely poisonous when needed."

Maybe his emotions as a "human" have not yet fully recovered. As a ghost, the third brother was very calm when he spoke, but the people who listened to him had veins bulging.

Using living people as materials, the number of finished products that can be produced every year is over three digits. You can imagine how many achievements Upper Rank Five has. Moreover, these pots are highly toxic. If they can explode, wouldn't that mean there are mines everywhere? If this information is true...

I understood what Big Brother was thinking. After all, they just didn't want my information to be leaked. As long as I didn't show up, he would of course still want to eliminate this threat.

However, I only had one thought in my mind, even though the third brother had changed sides, could you please try not to take the train, eldest brother? Do you understand that I have PTSD?

"I'm afraid that if we destroy the jar in this place, it will cause trouble to Upper Five. If he uses the jar stored elsewhere to vent his anger, the potential damage that could be caused is immeasurable." I quickly spoke up to dispel my brother's obvious thoughts, "Since these are all products of vampire magic, as long as we destroy the jade jar, these potential threats will disappear."

Having said that, I quickly gave my third brother a look, asking him to agree with me.

However, Third Brother didn't seem to get it. Fortunately, there was nothing wrong with my words, and he still replied, "Well, the death of a ghost will take away all the blood ghost arts, and the poison in the pot will naturally disappear."

Yeah, we should just consider getting rid of one of the upper ranks.

Or you don't have to think about besieging the Upper Moons, just lure them out, and then directly gather everyone's strength to deal with the trash boss. Although this order is not very consistent with boys' comics, it is definitely the best solution, solving the biggest problem with the least fighting.

As long as the trash boss dies, the other ghosts will naturally disappear.

Thinking of this, I glanced at the third brother. He should know what his final outcome would be. That kind of vague memory was indeed more attractive to him than the eternal life offered by the scumbag boss.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew over, and sand and dust were blown over, blinding my eyes. I rubbed my eye sockets a little. My eyes, which were a little red from staying up too late, suddenly hurt, and the places where I rubbed them also felt a little itchy.

This itchy feeling seemed to flow down through my mind, from my eyes to my throat, making me cough twice.

I covered my mouth with my hands. The violent coughing seemed to have brought on the excessive amount of food I had eaten before, and it made me feel mysteriously nauseous.

Shit, I'm not going to spit out a rainbow in public under such circumstances!

I tried to endure it, but how could I bear this feeling?

My hands loosened and something came out of my mouth. I looked down and breathed a sigh of relief.

Luckily it wasn't a rainbow, just blood.

I was scared to death.