Chapter 137 Let’s get started…

Chapter 137 Let’s get started…

When everyone arrived at the restaurant, the table was already filled with food. The old man, who was previously weak due to the dragon cough, was now sitting at his seat, drinking hot tea and coughing lightly from time to time, waiting for everyone to arrive and dine together.

Everyone took their seats. A moment later, Busei also came to the restaurant. He first glanced at Wolf indifferently, and then sat down next to Wolf with a normal expression.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, the old man coughed lightly and signaled to everyone to start enjoying lunch. The three children, who had been hungry for a long time, immediately picked up their chopsticks and started to wolf down the food, while Fuzugawa and Amane were more dignified.

The old man now looked at the wolf that had not started eating, his eyes slightly narrowed, and when he saw the scarlet monsters created by karma behind the wolf disappear, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"It worked... Not bad!"

Hearing the old man's murmur, the wolf looked up and met his gaze with gratitude in his eyes.

"Thank you..."

Waving his hand, the old man signaled the wolf not to thank him. His eyes moved to the [Bai Lei] behind the wolf. He was stunned for a moment, and then immediately let it go.

"'This knife is not simple... but in your hands, you should be able to use it for the right purpose.'"

"Let's eat first. You must be very hungry now. After all, you have been unconscious for a whole day."

He nodded, picked up the bowl and chopsticks and started eating in an orderly manner. While eating the delicious food, the wolf said to himself.

...Has a day passed?...I wonder if Kokushibo has achieved his goal...

He turned his head to look at the pouring rain outside the house, his gaze seemed to penetrate the rain curtain, cross the mountains and forests to find the trace of Kokushibo, but in the end he could only retract his gaze.

Putting a mouthful of rice into his mouth, the wolf thought about his next move.

…First, as Tianyin said, let’s investigate the details of the person named Yunyi…

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In the pouring rain, a dark figure walked among the mountains and forests, six ferocious eyes scanning around as if looking for something.

The freezing rain of autumn and winter beat down on his body, but the figure did not seem to feel the slightest discomfort.

If someone observed carefully, they would find that the opponent's steps were not fast, but he could cover dozens of meters in just a few breaths, and in his hand, he always tightly grasped a long sword that was put back into the scabbard.

The lotus-shaped hilt, the dark and simple scabbard, the slender blade, and the countless raindrops that hit it yet it avoids them all seem to indicate that this sword is extraordinary.

This dark figure was none other than Kokushibo who disappeared into the rain after taking [Opening the Door] and the Dragon's Blood.

After that, he had been looking for traces of living people in the deep mountains, but it was autumn and winter and there were heavy rains, so it was very difficult to find living people in the mountains.

But in order to achieve his goal as soon as possible, he had no other choice.

"Great!"

At this moment, a cheer broke the silence of the rainforest and successfully attracted Kokushibo's attention.

The next moment, Kokushibo stepped forward and disappeared in the rain, rushing towards the direction where the sound came from, leaving only two deep footprints and broken raindrops.

In the darkness, with a flash of spark, a warm flame ignited, driving away the cold and darkness.

The light from the flame illuminated the dilapidated Buddhist temple hidden in the darkness. A huge, equally dilapidated Buddha was sitting cross-legged in the temple, with his hands making hand gestures. However, the originally kind smile on his face now looked a little hideous because of the damage.

"Phew! It's finally warm!"

A thin young figure was sitting cross-legged beside the fire under the big Buddha. He was hurriedly taking off his wet shirt and drying it beside the fire. Next to him was a basket of unremarkable medicinal herbs.

After hanging up his shirt, the young herbalist moved forward slightly to get closer to the fire, then raised his head to look at the strange looking Buddha statue above.

Not sure if it was the cold or the fear, the herbalist shuddered violently, crossed his hands and rubbed his arms vigorously, trying to bring himself a little warmth through the friction.

Then he glanced around and looked at the door of the Buddhist temple that he had closed. The paper window on it reflected the dry branches swaying in the wind outside the house. The corners of his mouth trembled slightly as he muttered to himself.

"I've seen this kind of scene in many ghost stories. It's a story about a young man hiding from the rain in a dilapidated Buddhist temple who encounters a beautiful female ghost..."

After saying this, he found it ridiculous and chuckled to himself.

"Heh...what am I thinking...but it would be nice if it really existed..."

But at this moment, the dry branches on the paper window of the gate that were blown by the wind disappeared, and were replaced by a dark reflection of a human figure. The herbalist could not see the figure clearly, but could vaguely see the other's long ponytail.

His heart skipped a beat, the herbalist swallowed, stood up carefully, walked to the door, looked through the paper window, and asked in a low voice.

"Excuse me, is there anyone outside?"

Huh~Huh.

No one responded, and there was only the sound of the wind whistling past his ears, but the other person's figure reflected on the paper window was deeply engraved in his eyes.

Gritting his teeth, the herbalist stretched out his hands and wanted to open the door directly, but before he could make a move, a gust of wind was heard, and the door was blown open by the wind.

The figure with a ponytail behind the door appeared in front of the herbalist, but she was not the beautiful female ghost he had expected, but a terrifying evil ghost with six ferocious eyes and a body like a charred corpse!

In horror, the herbalist sat down on the ground, his mouth opening and closing, too shocked to speak.

Kokushibo said nothing. After looking at the broken Buddha, he stepped into the temple and gradually approached the herbalist.

"Don't come near me! Stay away from me!"

The herbalist was so frightened that he retreated quickly using his hands and feet, and soon knocked over his precious medicine box. The herbs he relied on for survival fell to the ground, but he had no intention of picking them up.

He kept backing away, his butt pressed on the fire, causing sparks to fly, and the fire was extinguished instantly. Darkness once again enveloped the temple, and Kokushibo's terrifying figure disappeared into the darkness.

The light disappeared, and the fear drove the herbalist completely crazy. He wanted to scream in fear at the top of his lungs, but no sound came out.

At this moment, sparks flickered in front of his eyes, illuminating the faces of Kokushibo and the herbalist, illuminating the herbalist's pupils that were trembling with fear, and Kokushibo's calm face, but with joy in his eyes.

He tightened his palm, turned it into a knife, and thrust it fiercely into the herbalist's chest, grasping his still beating heart, and pierced his five fingers as hard as steel bars into it.

“Uh…ah…ah…”

Muzan's demon blood and Kokushibo's blood continued to pour into it, and with the beating of the heart, the blood was transported to all parts of the body. After confirming that he had begun to transform into a demon, he pulled out his arm and swung it hard to shake off the dirty blood on his palm.

Looking at the herbalist who had already rolled his eyes due to pain, he placed his hand on his head again, and the sparks that had been flickering originally now burst into flames.

"let's start…"