After traveling through Demon Slayer, is it possible to survive?

Chapter 116: No trace of my body remains? - To be revised

A very provocative and arrogant word came into the ears of Jiguo Yuanyi, but he could not understand it because he had never seen such language before.

Before he could react, the hand had already turned into red light and disappeared.

[“Could it be a curse word…”] Tsugikoku Yoshiichi thought to himself, after all, the meaning of provocation… was still very strong.

At this time, Tsugikuni Yoshiichi did what most ordinary people would do. When he heard another language for the first time, he wanted to imitate it.

Jiguo Yuanyi relaxed for a moment, because there couldn't be any dangerous atmosphere nearby. Although it was a bit shocking that the prosperous sword-forging village had turned into a wasteland, what could he do? If he accepted it himself, could it still be repaired?

"I...I..." Jiguo Yuanyi muttered in a low voice, and his poor Chinese "I" sounded a little funny... No, it can be said that everyone will look funny when trying a foreign language for the first time.

Tsugukuni Yuichiro was like a stutterer, his brain couldn't keep up with his mouth, and he kept saying "I, I, I", as if he was trying to make excuses after being caught doing something bad.

After two and a half minutes, "I...hit...your stomach..." Tsugikuni Yoshiichi finally said it. Although it was not very clear, he said it anyway.

"I hit...your stomach? What does that mean?" After using the first sentence he just said with great difficulty, Tsugumi Yuichiro immediately changed back to his own language.

Tsugikoku Yuichi has been reading it silently in his mind, but he always feels that it is different from what the severed hand said. It always feels weird... Although he doesn't know what this means, he just feels weird.

"I hit your stomach!?"

Very weird!!!

..........

In a ruins pit of the hot spring, the hot spring that was destroyed by the big explosion blood demon art of "乣泷" flowed into the ruins pit and was about to be buried.

“Huhuhuhu… That was a close call. I almost had to kill him…”

A dark figure suddenly appeared in the ruins, as if it was formed by the spring water, but it was not. It seemed more like it appeared out of thin air.

...Fuck you, is this a magic trick?

An touched his throat and changed his words into ones that he was familiar with, "If you hadn't exploded your head here and left the blood here, it would have been really difficult to deal with." An had floated in the air without knowing when, and landed on the ground. He turned around and looked at the hole below that was almost filled with spring water.

Just as I was sighing with emotion, an aura filled with anger suddenly appeared. At this moment, the shortcut to the back mountain of the hot spring suddenly blocked the exit from the city, and there was a sound of something falling.

"Oh...but the protagonist of this comic has arrived." Dark looked over and spoke lightly in Chinese.

"Brah... Muzan Kibutsuji!! Why on earth are you doing this? Do you really like playing with people's feelings?!" Tanjiro's roar came from that direction. Then he emerged from the wasteland, holding two knives in his hands, glaring angrily.

He is very confused now, as his memory recalls the past times they had been together. He finds it hard to believe that the kind Mr. Fan Gong in his memory... would actually say directly that he is the Ghost King.

And the blood vampire magic that destroyed this place...is indeed his!!!

How can one believe this?

And the smell emitted was also very similar. He didn't know much about the boy, and it was not like Tsugaru Yoshiichirō could accept the situation of possession. After all, how could a person who had only experienced one life understand a person who had experienced two lives?

A person has only one unique thought, only one soul, and only one body... Everyone knows this, and everyone recognizes this.

But what if a person suddenly becomes another person, and his companions who spend every day with him can recognize him so quickly?

It's impossible...

"What bird language are you speaking...?" An naturally understood it, but he was too lazy to change the language, let alone reply.

Tanjiro didn't understand this language at all, but he still sensed a hint of impatience in it.

He clenched the two swords in his hands tightly. One was the spare Nichirin sword given to him by Katsuzuka during puppet training, and the other was taken away by him because of the sound that resounded through the sky when he was protecting Katsuzuka while sharpening the sword.

Looking at the wounds all over Tanjiro's body, he guessed that he was at the end of his strength and was just holding on.

If I hadn't used the breathing method to maintain my health, I would have collapsed to the ground.

Tanjiro's pupils were already bloodshot, as if he had been crying, and some traces were still left in the corners of his eyes, which was shocking.

"Godspeed Flash Round Dance!"

The sound was very low, but it was the most furious roar Tanjiro could muster. His figure flashed with fire, and in the blink of an eye he appeared in front of Yami, holding the knife with both hands and gathering power from the same direction. In a trance, the scar on his head suddenly expanded and turned into a burning pattern.

"Blood Demon Art·Red Sun·Defense" An mobilized the red sun contained in his body at this moment, and in the blink of an eye, the light spread all over his body, and the armor-shaped light as thin as a cicada's wing covered his whole body.

Clang——! !

Tanjiro could clearly see that the armor was not even as thin as paper, but he used all his strength to perform sword skills, even with his two swords, but he couldn't shake it at all? !

"Hmm..." Tanjiro's hand was shaken and hurt. He took a few steps back due to the reaction force. The Nichirin Sword in his hand almost fell off, but it was difficult to hold it tightly.

call! !

Yami suddenly turned and moved forward, so fast that it made a sound in the air. Tanjiro in front of him also felt the rapid airflow, and even the dust on his hair was blown away.

Surprised, Tanjiro sensed danger and quickly squatted down. As expected, Yami suddenly kicked out a low-mid kick that brushed past his head.

"!!" At this moment, Tanjiro rolled nearly eight or nine meters away, and blood flowed from his left ear because the strong wind caused by the kick rushed into the ear canal and broke through the eardrum.

"Hmm... too short? It seems that I overestimated your height." He said with a little regret, and suddenly a light appeared in his hand, and he said: "Forget it, I won't kill you."

Tanjiro, who was still supporting his body and trying to continue, was suddenly startled, and then his whole body suddenly fell down, and there was still a huge skeletal hand above him!

The hand that was glowing darkly had turned down at some point, as if the huge skeletal hand was controlled by that hand, but that was actually the case.

"Mingnu, you can go back now."

"Yes, sir..." Mingnu, who was far away in the Infinite City, replied in a fearful voice.

Sensing that Yami was about to escape, Tanjiro, who was pinned to the ground, screamed in pain. "I will never let you go!!... I must kill you... If you don't kill me now, I will make sure that there will be no trace of your body left in the future!!!"

Hearing this, Yami's face suddenly froze, and he glanced in Tanjiro's direction, looking a little helpless.

Why do the protagonists in every movie have such stupid IQs? The person in front of you can kill you at any time, but after letting you go for various reasons, you still insult him in front of him.

Others can say they have a backer... What do you have? The Demon Slayer Corps? Don't be ridiculous. How can an organization that is not recognized as existing be worthy of this?

Cluck...cluck...cluck——!

The palm that was turned over secretly pressed down slowly, and the skeletal palm pressing on Tanjiro also pressed down. The sound of breaking bones came from Tanjiro's body, but he did not scream.

“………” Tanjiro was enduring it and didn’t want to shout out. No matter how much pain it was, he didn’t want to make any sound.

His body began to sink into the ground, but he kept glaring at An, until he was pressed into the ground and his vision was blocked by the earth, and he fainted.

Many bones in the body were broken.

"If you're dead, you're dead. If you're alive, be thankful that you're lucky." An said coldly, and retracted his hand. The skeletal palm disappeared instantly. It was much quieter now, with only the sound of the wind whirring in his ears.

Suddenly, Yami stretched out his hand and made a middle finger gesture, saying in his mind, "...Well, this should be a gesture of encouragement. After all, the one given to Tsugikuni Yuichi should be a mocking gesture. This is also quite deep in my mind. Although the memory is a little fuzzy, it should be."

A streak of light floated towards and injected into Tanjiro's body, and the breath of vitality also became stronger.

With a secret gesture, his expression softened, and it seemed as if words of concern came out of his mouth at the moment he disappeared.

"But, I am looking forward to seeing how you will make me die. Try your best."