Demon Slayer: The King of Ghosts Walking in the World - Chapter 53
Chapter 53
Many wounded people in the medical institutions of the ghost killing team made the butterfly sisters who wanted to return immediately after the treatment of the cure.
After learning about the situation of the butterfly sisters through the ghost crow, Yang Jie smiled slightly: “No matter how well you arrange your life, you can’t get a fate arrangement.
After turning around for so long, I still have a contact with the ghost killing team. The kind Chanaihui and Xiao Ren, who are kind, can’t help but want to stay. After allThey who cut ghost swordsmen for human beings eventually returned to the human beings who had to return to the ghost swordsman.”
One year has passed, and Yaojie found the extremely huge trace of evil spirits everywhere. As soon as it was at night, he murdered freely, and all the towns nearby were heartbroken.
At this time, Yang Jie’s hand was holding a villain’s neck, and he asked coldly: “What orders did the ghost dance give you misery to make you so mad?”
Feel the blood of the ghost king in the body and be destroyed a little bit, and the evil spirits are terrified: “I don’t know”
Yang Jie’s micro -force was cut off, breaking the neck of the evil ghost, and the wicked ghost’s body was completely destroyed, and his body gradually turned into a fly ash.
Yang intermediary looked at another evil ghost around him, and said with a strong desire to survive: “We only know that the adult has issued an order to kill the ghost killing team. All the ghosts were dispatched.We really don’t know anything else! ”
The words of the evil ghost just fell, his eyes suddenly lost highlights, he collapsed to the ground, lost his vitality, and his body also turned into a flying ash.
Yang Jie’s brows were wrinkled, and the murmur guessing: “The ghost dance is miserable, what kind of disease? Is it the news of the blue side flower?”
But then Yang Jie shook his head and denied his guess: “If there is the news of turquoise flowers on the other side, then it is not the evil ghost in front of him., Will not be scattered. ”
Yang Jie, who can’t guess the ghost dance, can only stop temporarily.
Back in the house, Yang Jie squeezed a pot of tea for himself and poured the flowers grown in Chaonai.
In the night of the moonlight, drinking tea alone was full of ears, and now only worms are leaving.
Memories appeared in the minds of Yangsuke.
A hundred years ago, during the period of killing the ghost dances for a period of no tragic failure, Yang Jie hated the ghost killing team, and did not understand why everyone’s purpose was clearly consistent, and would stop himself.
Paying a hundred people’s lives and saving countless people, simple addition and subtraction problems can make the right choice even if it is children.
Later, Yang Jie gradually understood that although he was the same as the goal of the ghost killing team, he was aimed at killing the ghost dance, but his identity was different.
Yang Jie is a ghost, and the ghost killing team is as a human.
Prior to this, Yang Jie and the Ghost Killing Team had no fetters. Although there were houses in the house, they were used as a bond, and they tied themselves with the ghostly killing team together.
But this bond is too fragile, and it may break a slight touch.
Yang Jie killed more than a hundred humans as a ghost king, and this move touched the bottom line of the ghost killing team.
In the eyes of the ghost killing team, ghosts and people are already two different species.
What’s more, the ghost who has always been eaten by humans. Even if Yang Jie hasn’t eaten it, who would believe it.
After that, I encountered Ji Zhi and Lian Xue, Prostitutes, Kotaro and Komi, butterfly Yinnai and Butterfly, and the last chestnut flowers.Essence
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The tea cup was empty, and Yang Jie was wearing a weaving, disappearing in the night.
Tokyo Prefecture Asakusa.
The current era has entered Dazheng, and the town has a modern feeling. The trams on Hengli streets, towering buildings, and street lights everywhere are very bright even at night.
Yokuyosuke was walking on the street, lamenting the changes in the times so fast.
Suddenly, one hand was put on Yang Jie’s shoulder, and Yang Jie turned his head in doubt.
I saw a uniform wearing a ghostly killing team, a teenager with deep red hair and red eyes, scars on the left forehead, and earrings wearing earrings with both ears, watching Yang Jie in fear.
Looking at the young man in front of him, Yang Jie was also surprised: “Stove Gate. Carbon Richo?”
Stoven Carbon Richo didn’t dare to look at Yang Jie, and did not know why Yang Jie knew his name.
I didn’t wait for Yangosuke to say anything, and the stove door was exposed to the bright forehead and hit Yang Jie fiercely.
I only heard a “bang”, and the forehead of Yokuke was collided with the forehead of the stove door, and the pedestrians around looked at Yang Jie and the Choimen Carimo.
The stove door carbonally sat on his forehead and sat on the ground, covering his forehead subconsciously: “It’s hard.”
Later, the stove door charcoal rolled over the ground, pulled out the sun knife around the waist, and roared angrily: “The ghost dance is not miserable, I must kill you here!”
Yang Jie couldn’t help but rolled his eyes, and it turned out to be an iron head baby.
There are more and more people surrounding, and even the nearby patrols have attracted it: “Young, put down the knife!”
The stove Gate Rich Lang said angrily: “Please don’t come over, it’s dangerous here, hurry up and evacuate the crowd!”
Yang Jie held the stove door charcoal Ji Lang to quasion his knife and launch the width and five senses.
For a moment, everyone around him was dark, and all the senses were lost, including the stove door charcoal Richo.
When the stove door re -recovered the sensory, he found that he was already in a dark alley, and the sun knife that was originally held in his hand was now in the hands of Yokuke.
Yang Jie looked at the sun wheels of the stove door charcoal Ji Lang’s ears, and missed it very much: “I finally saw you, Carbon Richo.”
Zhimen Carbon Richo did not ignore Yangosuke, and wanted to rush over to seize the sun knife on the hand of Yangosuke, but was instantly stopped by Yokuke and pressed on the ground, but the Qimen carbon Richo continued to struggle.
“Your object is wrong. I am not a ghost dance. I’ m a little calm. Do n’t you have a unique sense of smell. Can you distinguish people ’s emotions through smell?”
The struggling stove door charcoal Jilang, in addition to smelling the atmosphere of the ghost king on the body of Yangjie, also smelled a warm and peaceful smell.And other scent of ghosts that have been eaten, there is a bad smell, that is, I have admitted the wrong person.
The stove gate charcoal Richo gradually settled down, but the smell of the ghost king on the body of Yang Jie could not be fake. Looking at Yang Jie, he asked, “Who are you?!”
“Making yangjie.”