Chapter 025 High School Student's Misery

"Chidori, are you okay? Do you remember who you are?"

The voice of System 222 sounded, its tone full of worry. After all, it is really worrying to put your whole body and soul into a vest.

Chidori was silent for a while, then slowly replied, "Of course I remember. I'm a professional, okay?"

However, even he could hardly bear such fierce negative emotions.

"Okay, next one. I can't wait to use my pension to retire. I hope it's a more comfortable vest."

Chidori was lying paralyzed on the ground, yelling that instead of dwelling on this nonsense, it would be better to let another vest cover it again.

222 confirmed it again and again, knowing that there was no way for Chidori to change his mind, so she could only do as he wanted.

"Hmph, Chidori must have drawn a difficult vest this time."

"Curse me and I'll deduct your work."

Chidori sat up and spoke lazily, looking at the glowing card backs in front of him, and finally picked one based on his luck.

There should be a group photo on the card. The background of the photo looks like a school. There is also the name of the school next to the gate: ** Academy. The first two words seem to have been deliberately blackened.

As for the three people taking a photo at the school gate, it can be seen from their figures that they are a man and a woman. Their faces are all painted black, and the black lines look messy and forced.

The young man standing in the middle is the center of the photo. His black hair is slightly curled like seaweed and tied up, making his face look even paler.

He was undoubtedly handsome, wearing a standard school uniform, holding a wisteria flower in his hand, and his rose-red eyes, which were more beautiful than blood, looked calmly at the opposite side.

That kind of gaze is like a ghost staring at everyone who sees the photo, making people shudder to the bone.

The disaster star under the moon - no misery.

The familiar feeling of dizziness came over her, and Chidori, sensing the memory of the vest, fell into coma again.

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Chidori was woken up by a familiar voice:

"If there is a hole here, I really want to crawl into it!"

After opening his eyes, he saw a gorgeous flame flying away, and the strange and evil entities that were imprinted in his eyes were also burned and destroyed by the flames.

He was on a train, but all the passengers around him seemed to be asleep, and he was the only one who was awake.

The scenery outside the window kept receding, reflecting the disgusted expression on the boy's face. It was as if this train was parasitized, so disgusting.

Just when he was thinking about what he could do, the person who had just left came back.

"Hmm, someone actually woke up on their own initiative," the man with yellow hair that seemed to be burning with red at the edges looked at him with his piercing eyes and said in a loud voice, "I will protect you, please don't worry!"

Looking at the person who was obviously different from the one in his memory, he was silent for a few seconds, and then he asked, "So what is this?"

Rengoku Kyojuro briefly mentioned a few words about the existence of ghosts, and then, without caring whether he understood or not, he lowered his body, and the knife in his hand began to burn, cutting off the strange limbs that were gradually growing.

After ensuring that this carriage would not grow again for a while, Purgatory nodded at him and quickly went to the next carriage with the knife in hand.

Chidori stood up. Even though this thing was disgusting, the existence of ghosts was still worth being curious about.

Perhaps he was still struggling, but he stretched out his index finger and gently poked the slowly growing tentacle.

The next second, the tentacle tried to attack Chidori as a reaction, but it stopped before touching him, and then quickly wilted.

Seeing the effect, he raised his eyebrows, and his face, which had been indifferent from beginning to end, showed a hint of smile.

His excited, playful smile made him look like a blooming Lycoris radiata, gorgeous and decadent, as if the dead had come back to life.

Chidori stood up and walked slowly towards the front carriage.

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Tanjiro and Inosuke are trying to deal with the ghost that is parasitizing the whole cool train. No one expected that the ghost's neck is actually the front of the train.

When Inosuke was about to cut the steel at the front of the train, the door was opened directly from the inside.

The person who appeared here at this time, of course, directly attracted everyone's realization.

The first thing the person standing at the door noticed was his pale face and those gorgeous rosy eyes.

He was wearing what looked like Western clothing, a shirt and trousers, and was looking at them while pushing the door.

Inosuke didn't care who it was. Just as he was about to point at him and curse him, he felt unprecedented anger from his always gentle partner.

Along with Tanjiro's angry voice, a strange, sharp, demonic voice rang out:

"Kibutsuji Muhei!!"

"Lord Wu Bing!!"

Tanjiro will never forget this face. He didn't catch him when he was in Asakusa, but now, he absolutely cannot let this bastard get away.

Inosuke obviously understood, although he didn't understand why the Demon King was here, he would be the first one to be killed!

Several sharp knives flashing with cold light came straight towards Chidori, bringing with them a terrifying stream of water and a direct edge.

Chidori never expected that as soon as he opened the door, three knives would be aimed at his face. He frowned, and his physical condition did not allow him to dodge.

His face turned pale as he felt the other party's murderous intent. Realizing that he was really dying, he obviously couldn't keep his composure.

Faster than them was the flaming blade, and the Purgatory Kyojuro who arrived at some point blocked their blades.

The flame not only stopped them, but also severed the countless tentacles that stretched out.

"Kamon boy, pig-headed boy, calm down! I don't detect any ghost aura in this boy!"

Doctor Xingshou of the Purgatory tried to dissuade him angrily, but he did not stop wielding the knife in his hand.

When he finished cleaning the rear carriage and wanted to check on the person who had just woken up, he found that he was gone. He was afraid that he was in danger, so he chased after him.

The battle must be resolved quickly, and although the Kamado boy's sister was allowed to pass, it still had to be resolved quickly.

Now that we know the front of the car is the ghost's neck, everything will be easy.

Before Tanjiro could even open his mouth to speak, Rengoku Kyojuro had already chopped him off at a speed that no one had time to react.

It's just the front of the train. Of course you can chop it off with a little effort!

"Breathing of Fire, Form Three: Breath of Fire."

Along with his voice, everyone saw a flame bursting out along with the blade, easily cutting off the chained front of the car.

Chidori realized what Rengoku Kyojuro was going to do before the start and her face turned even paler. Idiot! The car hasn't stopped yet, are you waiting for it to flip over? If you want to die, don't take him with you!

The thought of not wanting to die seemed to make him explode, and he just managed to pull down the lever that controlled the train before Rengoku Kyojuro chopped off the front of the train.

Although it did not stop completely smoothly, the train shook and staggered violently, and finally stopped just before Chidori was about to vomit.

It looked like the train had sustained quite a bit of damage, but at least it didn't overturn, so everyone was able to survive.

At this time, everyone turned their attention to Chidori, who was leaning against the wall with a grim look on her face.

Rengoku Kyojuro certainly knew that Tanjiro had seen Mumu, and he also knew that this kid was not someone who would hurt others casually.

But under the premise that nothing is certain, he doesn't want to see anyone get hurt, including Chidori who is also on the train.

And just as he said, as a pillar who hunted down countless demons, he did not feel that the other party was a demon.

Tanjiro also calmed down at this moment. He still held the Sun Blade tightly in his hand, but did not move forward.

Because he could see that, although the person in front of him looked the same as Wuwu in his memory, his eyes were clear and pure, without the cracks of ghost pupils.

Although his taste is very similar to Wuwu's, it does not taste like human.

After making sure that he admitted his mistake, he still put away the knife, walked up to Chidori, and said seriously: "I'm very sorry, if it weren't for Brother Purgatory just now..."

He didn't say anything else, but just lowered his head guiltily, saying things like "I'm sorry" and that he would accept any punishment.

From his words, Chidori could probably piece together herself in this world.

Chidori looked at the boy with his head bowed, and said in a cold voice: "Ghost King? Then I seem to be doing pretty well in this world."

His words drew everyone's attention to him again, and Rengoku Kyojuro asked directly, "Young man! Are you saying that you are also Wumo?"

Inosuke waved his sword wildly and shouted, "I always find you annoying and you look so weak."

Before Chidori could say anything, Rengoku Kyojuro raised his head and looked in another direction, and his smiling face turned cold.

Under everyone's gaze, a figure fell from the sky and hit the ground with a loud "boom".

After the raised dust dissipated, standing there was a "person" with short pink hair and dark blue tattoos all over his body.

——If there weren’t the words “Upper Three” in his eyes.

Rengoku Kyojuro turned around, his flaming feathers rising, and he stood in front of several people, raising his sword decisively.

"It seems that there is someone who dares to pretend to be Lord Wuwu. Is this a trick of the weak?"

The mark of snowflakes spread out beneath his feet and he made a driving gesture, noticing Rengoku Kyojuro standing in front of everyone.

For Tanjiro and the others, it was just a blink of an eye, and the opponent appeared in front of them instantly, but Purgatory followed the opponent's movements and could only see a flash of flames.

Rengoku Kyojuro turned over and led the other party to the open space next to him, and the Upper Rank just glanced at Chidori, obviously more interested in Rengoku.

Tanjiro and Inosuke wanted to go forward to help, but they heard a cold voice behind them: "Do you want to be a hindrance? Stay here."

His words were not nice to hear, but they were the truth. Given the current situation of Tanjiro and the others, if they went forward they would only be a hindrance.

"Who are you?" Tanjiro's tone was complicated, and it was obvious that he couldn't remain completely friendly when facing someone who was almost exactly like his enemy.

"Didn't I tell you already? I'm Wucun, from another world, an ordinary person." He emphasized the word "ordinary person" and spoke in a casual voice.

He looked a little uncomfortable with the wind, but he did not lean on the train and stood with his back straight.

Oh, he just simply disliked the cleanliness of the train. I don’t know what this guy was thinking.

"But it seems that the bloodline is still the same. After all, these ghosts can't hurt me." He said casually. In his opinion, this was nothing.

Tanjiro obviously has a lot more questions to ask, but he still focuses on the battle between Rengoku Kyojuro and the Upper Moons.

Rengoku Kyojuro had consumed a lot of energy just now and even chopped off the front of a car. Although they seem to be evenly matched now, it is hard to say what will happen in the future.

"Is there any way? Is there any way?" Tanjiro said worriedly. He could only keep regretting that he was not strong enough, muttering to himself anxiously.

"Yes," Chidori's words made Tanjiro turn his head to look at him, and he heard the other party repeat it again, "I can help him."

Tanjiro's eyes lit up, and when he wanted to speak, he saw the person in front of him raised the corners of his lips and smiled wickedly.

His slightly curly hair was blown by the wind, and his rose-red eyes were filled with indifference and banter, and his voice was full of laughter:

"But I don't want it. It won't be me who will die anyway."