Powerful ghost

His head started to ache violently, and his chest felt heavy and he couldn't breathe. Muichiro opened his mouth and was surprised to find his face wet.

After depression, the world seems to be clear, but because of this, the pain becomes clearer.

He remembered what he had forgotten, and he felt a dull sense of sadness and pain.

That question, every response, why did he forget such an important thing?

His breathing became disordered, and Muichiro stretched out his hand to try to grab something, and then his hand was held by a cold hand.

"elder brother……"

The pair of eyes that should have been calm were now gleaming with tears, and then she burst into tears as if she was going to collapse: "Brother!"

Youichiro frowned. He didn't know why Muichiro's attitude suddenly changed, but his heart still tightened because of the word "brother".

He was not completely unaware. He realized belatedly that the occasional feeling of being out of control was not an illusion.

Can two people live in one body?

Before he could figure out the answer to this question, there was a sharp sound of wind approaching quickly. The mist dissipated in an instant, and the green blade came straight to his neck.

With tears still streaming down his face, Muichiro quickly knocked down the figure in front of him, rolled over, and used his unsheathed sword to block the powerful blow.

"Tokito!" Busui River warned loudly, "Calm down and don't be confused!"

Soon after the mist passed, Busui realized something was wrong. Something long gone appeared in front of him: his long-dead family.

This did not make Fuzugawa addicted, but he was angry because of such a deception. So after escaping, he swung his sword without hesitation.

After a brief hallucination, the others also woke up. Nezuko almost used her hands and feet to hug Busou's arm while shouting, "Wait!"

Tanjiro held onto the wall and hugged the Wind Pillar's waist like his sister. Seeing the swearing Wind Pillar about to attack Nezuko, Zenitsu also let out a sharp cry while lying on his stomach and hugging the Wind Pillar's thighs.

"Someone's been murdered! Someone's been murdered! Zhu is going to kill someone!"

Such a loud shout naturally attracted a lot of people's attention. Several little girls from the Butterfly House stood in the middle with tears in their eyes: "Tanjiro, Tanjiro, they are injured, Master Wind Pillar, please don't do anything!"

The scene was in chaos. Yuichiro, who was being hugged by the neck, raised his hands with difficulty and said, "Let go. It's too heavy."

This disgusted expression and tone made Muichiro stunned for a moment, and then he choked and burst into tears.

The scene became even more chaotic. In the end, the reliable Flame Pillar separated the identical twins. With a relieved smile on his face, he touched the two brothers separately and said, "It's great that you can remember, Ichiro, Muichiro."

As the elder brother, Rengoku naturally knew the deep relationship between the brothers, so he stepped forward with a smile to stop Busei.

Ichiro also caught a glimpse of that illusion, and he was only more certain that Muichiro was his younger brother. But those stories all happened in this world, not really about him.

As for the other "ghost" he felt in his body, it seemed that he was deliberately avoiding the question and did not come forward to explain.

After noticing the noise outside the door again, although he was deep in thought, Ichiro still pushed the door open with a bang.

Outside the door were Tanjiro and his sister, as well as Muichiro. The latter was holding something and pursing his lips cautiously.

"Good morning, Ichiro, are you awake?"

Looking at the dark sky outside the window, Ichiro said, "Good morning? Who can you say good morning to in the middle of the night?"

It was not long after nightfall, but for a ghost that hides during the day and comes out at night, it was indeed quite early.

A pair of small hands pushed behind him, and looking at Nezuko blinking, Muichiro took a deep breath and mustered up his courage: "Brother..."

"If you have something to say, please tell me."

Ichiro didn't resist being called his brother like he did at the beginning, or rather, as Tanjiro said, as an older brother he wouldn't have the heart to reject his younger brother.

Muichiro reluctantly pushed out the item behind him. It was a birch box with two straps and the details were well thought out.

Ichiro was stunned for a moment, then reacted quickly. Without waiting for Muichiro to explain, he clenched his fist and hit the latter on the head.

Nezuko hugged a miniature version of herself and showed a helpless expression to the wronged Muichiro. Tanjiro, who is also a brother, showed an expression of "I see" after thinking about it.

"Is it because it's too small? Can Ichiro become smaller? Just like Nezuko."

Tanjiro said as he gestured with his hand, and soon he smelled something bad. Three seconds later, as expected, Ichiro in front of him snorted coldly and slammed the door.

After rubbing his cheek, Tanjiro smiled and comforted him: "Don't worry, Tokito-kun, maybe Ichiro doesn't like this style?"

Unlike Nezuko, who can shrink and has the intellect of a child, Ichiro has his own thoughts and opinions, and it is unknown whether he can shrink his body.

Muichiro felt very disappointed when he heard this, because he wanted to learn from Tanjiro and carry his brother on his back so that his brother could go out during the day.

In just two days, Muichiro became familiar with the Kamado siblings. Perhaps because they had common topics to talk about, they were often seen huddled together, discussing something serious.

But if you listen closely, you can hear that they seem to be planning to make a box as tall as a person.

"A coffin?"

Looking at the box that was as tall as him, Ichiro's mouth twitched. He pressed Muichiro's shoulder and said naturally, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

The three little Butterfly House children helped paint the wood, and their faces were covered with paint. They shook their heads vigorously and said in unison, "It's not a problem, Master Ichiro."

"I can do it. I can carry my brother on my back." Muichiro was forced to bend over and apologize, "And..."

"Shut up!"

The Butterfly House was very quiet during the day, as everyone seemed to be used to resting during the day and being busy at night. After a week of recuperation, the Flame Pillars had almost recovered and began to rehabilitate in the courtyard.

At night, the crows chirped sharply, followed by hurried footsteps everywhere.

"There's a ghost! There's a ghost approaching!"

Everyone present immediately became alert. The location of the Butterfly House is hidden, so how did the ghost find it?

There was no time to think further, and everyone who was still able to move picked up the Sun Blade and prepared to fight.

Kasumizu, who was still wondering why ghosts couldn't eat radishes mixed with soy sauce, stood up by holding the tatami the moment she heard the unusual movement, and then put on her knife.

In the Butterfly House, there were not only the Cloud Pillar and the Flame Pillar that had not yet recovered, but also all the Pillars except the Water Pillar and the Snake Pillar that had not yet arrived, guarding the house.

There had been no news of any ghosts for half a month, and no one had been injured by ghosts. This situation was very strange.

Later, through special information channels, they learned that someone was always asking about the Demon Slayer Corps at night.

Therefore, in order to protect the lord and avoid casualties caused by the dispersion of personnel, most of the combat power was gathered in the Butterfly House.

This day seemed to have been expected. Everyone had been worried for days. Now, when the moon was high in the sky, they were extremely solemn.

We must not let the ghost get any closer, even if it costs our lives!

Muichiro gripped the hilt of the knife at his waist, strode down the corridor, and then joined the others.

Zenitsu was very nervous, but when he thought about the fact that most of the pillars were here, he became conflicted and hesitant, wondering whether he should take the initiative to apply to protect other injured people so that he wouldn't have to face the enemy directly.

The one who can make these pillars so nervous must be at least an upper rank, right? Or maybe it's Muku himself? !

Tanjiro swallowed nervously, and with his sister's comfort, he forced a smile: "It's okay, Nezuko."

If it was really the Demon King Wuwu who came, Tanjiro would be mentally prepared besides being nervous and fearful. The death of his family, as well as those innocent people and demons, the source of these tragedies was Wuwu!

He often felt angry and powerless, and therefore thought about killing Wuhen himself countless times.

Ichiro stood at the bottom of the corridor, looking up with a calm expression. The Demon Slayer Corps, who only had two weeks to prepare, would suffer heavy casualties if they really faced the Demon King.

But thinking of the recent unexpected situation, an idea suddenly came to my mind.

There are no clouds tonight, only a bright moon in the dark sky.

Tanjiro, who had a keen sense of smell, was the first to react. He smelled a strong fishy odor. The smell was disgusting, and his body tensed up because he felt dangerous.

A heavy hatchet was tied to the end of a sturdy chain. The first to act was Rock Pillar. He wrapped one hand around a few circles of iron chain and swung the hatchet in his hand heavily.

Under the flashing lights, the figures of different heights looked like a wall. Except for the pillars and Tanjiro, the other ordinary team members and injured swordsmen all evacuated from another direction after being reminded by Kurogane.

A strong smell of blood wafted over them, and a pitch-black figure walked straight through the rows of wisteria trees and appeared in front of everyone.

The long red hair was spread out in a slightly messy state, and one could vaguely see the originally red haori. The cuffs and corners of the clothes were stained with dark red blood.

The fishy smell and pitch-black color made it look like a demon that had eaten countless people.

The ghost hand held a broken Sun Blade. Only half of the Sun Blade was left and was full of gaps, as if it had been left for a long time without being polished and was then used excessively.

His heart was finally at ease, and looking at the disheveled Yuanyi, Youlang walked forward with frowning brows.

"Wait." He said, "It's fate."

"Is that the one who uses the Breath of the Sun?" someone asked. "This smell doesn't sound like an ordinary ghost."

He had seen purgatory with his own eyes, so when Ichiro spoke, he nodded hesitantly: "It was indeed him."

However, unlike the original image of the samurai, the current look is a little unkempt.

"elder brother!"

Muichiro grabbed Yuichiro's wrist, but was easily freed. So although he was very nervous, he still followed Yuichiro closely.

As they got closer, the smell became worse. Yuichiro covered his nose in disgust and complained, "How come you are like this after not seeing you for a few days? Why didn't you find a river to jump into before you came?"

Yuan raised his hand with a confused look on his face. Except for his face which was relatively clean, his whole body was dirty.

But his clothes were not damaged, indicating that he was not injured. With Yuanyi's strength, it was hard to imagine that anyone could hurt him.

It seems that all these blood stains belong to ghosts, but the body of a ghost will disappear after being killed. This can only mean that after the Nichirin Sword was damaged, Enichi dealt with many ghosts with his bare hands.

He couldn't kill the ghost, but the ghost couldn't get close to him either.

"That place is very strange." Yuanyi thought for a while and explained slowly, "It takes a long time for the sun to rise, and many buildings are upside down, so you can't get out."

In that strange place, Yuanyi saw many ghosts. The ghosts came in waves, and although they were very scared of him, they still appeared again and again, as if they were out of control.

After a day and night of fighting, Yuan Yi finally found the source of all the weirdness.

It was a long-haired ghost playing the Samadhi string, and the building that trapped him seemed to be her blood demon art.

But as if sensing his murderous intention, he was thrown out of that strange place the next second.

It was only a few seconds until dawn, and he searched for a long time under the rising sun before finding shelter.

This delay took him another day to come back. But what was even more troublesome was that he heard about the Demon Slayer Corps. He wanted to find Ichiro and his men, but when he asked others with a knife at night, they were all scared away.

After hearing this, You Yilang was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud: "He looks like a decent person, but it's a pity that he can't speak human language."

Ichiro had seen Yuanyi's strange way of expression. It seemed that this guy was a little bit stupid and always lacked some common sense in dealing with people.

The crisis was resolved, but his hand was still being held tightly. Muichiro pursed his lips, pulling his brother back while preparing to draw his knife at any time.

Looking at the twins in front of him, Yuanyi's pupils slightly dilated. He recalled something that happened a long time ago, so he whispered, "Muichiro?"

As he said this, the red-haired man wanted to reach out his hand and touch the boy's head as usual. But this time, just as he raised his hand, Ichiro opened it with a "snap".

"It's too dirty, don't touch him."

Having dealt with ghosts for many years, the pillars present could feel the gap between them.

As expected of a swordsman who mastered the breathing technique, even if he turned into a ghost, there was still no chance of him winning.

Nezuko patted Zenitsu, who was hiding behind her with his head in his hands, and said, "It's okay. It's Mr. Enichi."

Seeing the twins' expressions of disdain, Yuan Yi turned away silently. He actually found a river, washed himself inside and out, and returned with a wet head.

After hearing the lord's words, the hostility of the others was not so obvious.

Yaoya was supported by someone. Although everyone around him looked nervous and cautious, he still raised his hand and smiled to comfort everyone: "It's okay."

Exposing the lord to the demons was undoubtedly a risky move. Everyone stood in front of them and formed a defensive line.

At the bottom of the yard, the red-haired man stood quietly. He looked up at the familiar face in front of him. The wind blew his long hair, revealing the familiar earrings on his ears.

"You are the swordsman from a hundred years ago, Mr. Enichi." Yaoya's tone was the same as always, "I heard about your origins from Yuichiro. Thank you very much for helping the Demon Slayer Corps and saving my child, Kyojuro."

Yuan Yi felt Yao Ya's weakness, he frowned, then lowered his head and knelt on one knee: "My lord, the purpose of my coming this time is to destroy Wu He."

Yaoya's chest heaved, and he held his wife's hand tightly, his tone unable to conceal his excitement: "The Age of Demons - is about to end."