Chapter 26 I am very angry and I am so happy today

Author: Repeated attacks and repeated battles

Chapter 26 I am very angry and I am so happy today

"Where is this?"

He looked up and saw that the surroundings were randomly distributed, upside down, and there was no regular space.

As soon as the string is wound, the samurai Black Death Mou has sat in this position for countless years.

A man with six eyes and long hair wearing a purple samurai uniform and carrying a katana seemed to have remembered something.

"Infinite City?"

It’s been so long since I’ve been to this place that I can’t even remember it.

He has been wandering around Japan, pursuing his long-cherished wish, killing people, killing samurai, and killing ghost hunters.

I will also follow my own thoughts and beat those ghosts with unrealistic delusions.

Rarely, if ever, have I been called back here with such disrespect.

Hei Shimo was a little unhappy, but he didn't show it. He just stood there silently, motionless.

"Hei Shimo, what are you doing! Come to me!"

He hesitated to move forward and was actually scolded. He raised his eyebrows and Heishimou took a step forward in silence.

For countless years, I have been treating myself with great courtesy, and now I am scolding myself so mercilessly. Did something happen?

With his right hand resting on the hilt of the sword slung across his body, Hei Shimo, who was in a bad mood because of the Ghost King's attitude, stepped into the Japanese-style room in the center of Infinite City.

Except for him, all the upper and lower strings were already sitting there.

I scanned it with my eyes and saw that the lower string ghost was tired, and the Yiwo seat who was still in the second position before the upper string was squeezed to the third position was not there?

Absent?

Impossible, no ghost can refuse Wu Mei's call.

That means there is a mission?

So what kind of task requires a top stringer, and a bottom stringer who is relatively close to the strength of the top string ghost to handle it.

Without saying hello to any ghost, he went to the first cushion on the left and knelt down.

The moment he sat down, Hei Shimo's six eyes closed at the same time.

A group of guys without talent, it's a waste to look at them even more.

But when you don't want to talk, someone will always come up to harass you.

He was shaking a white paper fan in his hand, wearing a red hat and clothes that were as red as blood.

There is a sharp contrast in color between what is worn and what is carried.

The playful and smiling ghost named Tong Mo, the second ghost on top of the string, jumped and jumped on the tall Hei Shimo.

"Hey, did you hear that Master Wuhan is very angry today?"

He ignored it and remained indifferent.

"Yeah, yeah, you are indeed Lord Hei Shimo, and you don't care about Lord Wuhan at all?"

A child model who shakes her fan faster and smiles from ear to ear, her little tongue almost jumping out of her throat.

He looked extremely excited and said words that would be frightening to any ghost.

"Discourteous people."

Hei Shimo, who was kneeling and sitting, could no longer remain indifferent.

There is a lack of respect for Wuhan, but that does not mean that Wuhan can be ignored.

Tong Mo's words forced him to react.

Raising your hands means using force. For samurai, in addition to being proficient in swordsmanship, they are also involved in judo and karate.

Immediately throw it backhand to throw the child mill away.

Who knows, his body shape is not as good as mine, but he is not a skinny boy either.

But as gentle as a willow leaf, she lay on her side in her arms.

Continue to shake the fan, cross your legs, and support your chin with one hand.

The words uttered from the child model's mouth stopped Hei Shimo's next planned attack.

"Yi Wo Zuo and the one I personally transformed are tired, they died tonight!"

He was laughing and joking from beginning to end, but there was no trace of joy in his eyes.

The child model casually talked about the information she knew.

"On the same day, in the same place, almost both the front and back legs were killed cleanly!"

He put away his folding fan and made faint gestures with a knife on his neck.

"My head was chopped off! Hehehehe!"

He put down his hand and returned to the state of silence. After a while, Hei Death Mou replied.

"A new genius has finally been born? I will weigh that guy's quality."

Calm words, calm appearance, but never a calm mood.

A genius has appeared in this era who can rival ours?

I remember what someone once said to me.

No, Jiguoyuanyi, my dead brother.

As for the founder of the first generation of breathing methods, I will not admit that there are geniuses who can surpass us.

No matter how amazing and talented a human being is, my sword will cut them down!

"Oh, it's so scary, so scary."

Tong Mo got up from Hei Shimo and pretended to be scared to death, then crawled back to his seat and sat down.

Then he covered his face with a folding fan, and quietly poked half of his head out, taking a secret look at Hei Simo who was sitting upright.

Then, he quickly retracted his head.

The whole action seemed both funny and ridiculous.

However, there were five people sitting opposite the upper-string ghost, or the lower-string ghost sitting opposite them.

But there was no hint of disrespect on his face.

Even though they have the same twelve strings, the upper strings have not been replaced for hundreds of years.

And the bottom string...

But he took office as quickly as possible.

With his head lowered, there was only the word "monster" in a ghost's mind, which was constantly tumbling around.

It reminded Shangxian that he was not in the same dimension as a lower-string ghost like himself.

"Pfft!" a sound.

This ghost, whose head was filled with fear of Shangxian, was suddenly pierced by tentacles that appeared out of thin air from behind.

As long as the head is not chopped off by the Nichirin Sword, the ghost will not die.

Just die in front of everyone.

Regardless of the blood splattered all over their bodies, all the demons immediately leaned down and pressed their foreheads against the tatami.

Except for the first and second strings.

All the ghosts are using it, each thinking it is the best way to show respect to Wuhan, and to express their obedience and awe to the ghost king.

The King of Ghosts, Oni Wutsuji Muzan... appears!

When the ghost king showed up and killed a cowardly ghost.

Under the moonlight, many giant whale oil candles were luxuriously lit in the spacious Japanese-style room of the Demon Slayer Headquarters.

The Lord, who is becoming increasingly frail and frail, is wearing a kimono, revealing the inner happiness that he has not shown for a long time.

He smiled and fed birdseed to a crow standing on a shelf.

"Lord, all the pillars of the headquarters are here. You are calling us here late at night. Is there something big going on?"

The oldest monk, who had been wearing the color of suffering for many years, put his hands together and asked the excited Lord on behalf of everyone after everyone arrived.

"Cough cough cough."

Just as he was about to speak, the Lord couldn't stop coughing due to his excitement, and stretched out his hand to indicate that there was no problem.

After taking a breath and waiting for a while to make sure that he wouldn't cough again, the Lord spoke slowly.
To be continued...