Chapter 240: Battle in the Underworld
"…This is also…the agreement between Yunyi and me…"
When Tanjiro heard Kokushibo's words, he immediately remembered the agreement between him and Yoriichi, and new questions arose.
"But where did Mr. Yunyi go..."
Asking questions to Kokushibo's back, Tanjiro always had a bad feeling, but Kokushibo never turned around to answer, and responded to Tanjiro softly.
"do not know…"
Such an answer made Tanjiro's heart sink to the bottom. Worried, Tanjiro said anxiously.
"Mr. Yunyi, wouldn't you..."
Before he could finish his words, Kokushibo's deep voice spoke first, interrupting Tanjiro.
"do not know…"
After saying that, Kokushibo took the lead and walked out of the town without any intention of waiting for Tanjiro.
Seeing this, Tanjiro could only put aside his worries temporarily. His eyes moved back and forth between Kokushibo's back and the hotel where his family was. Finally, he secretly apologized to the neighbors who were already sleeping, and then he yelled loudly.
"I have to go out for something! I'll be back in a few days!"
After yelling, Tanjiro took a step forward and chased after Kokushibo who was leaving.
Hearing the voices coming out of the hotel, Nezuko looked at her brother's back as he left and sighed with some heartache.
"Brother is so busy these days..."
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In the underworld.
“Hehe…hahahaha!!”
The wave formed by the accumulated thorn whips swallowed the wolf. Seeing the wolf's calm eyes being swallowed by the wave, Muzan let out a sharp laugh, but in the next moment, a red light appeared in the wriggling wave of thorn whips.
As the spear tip with a cold glow was swung, a wave of whips exploded, and an old but powerful roar rang out at this time.
“Hmph! Drink aaaaaaaah!!”
The broken whips kept falling, revealing an old man holding a knife in one hand and a gun in the other. He opened his shirt to reveal a chest covered with scars, and the look in his eyes under his helmet showed only a desire for battle.
The sudden appearance of the old man disturbed Muzan's mind, and more thorn whips burst out from the ghost baby's body again. Muzan controlled them to kill the old man while roaring angrily.
boom!
"Who are you?"
Ignoring Muzan's rage, facing the whip that was coming towards him, the old man raised an excited smile, tapped the ground with his toes, and rushed towards the huge body of the ghost baby!
“My blood is boiling!”
Then he stepped on the ground and flew up into the sky, passing over the whip that was coming towards him, and raised his spear to smash directly at the ghost baby's forehead.
"Going to fuck!!"
boom!
The sharp sickle spear smashed Wuzan's brain, and his bloody mind made him extremely confused. He began to wave the whip around him randomly, but the old man just held the knife upright in front of him. Although he was repelled, he blocked all the attacks.
And Muzan's smashed head also recovered at this moment. After recovering, the first thing he did was to look at the old man with resentful eyes and gritted his teeth.
"Damn old..."
boom!boom!boom!boom!
But before he could finish his words, the fragile head that had just grown was shattered by several bullets, and the old man retracted the pistol in his hand, drew his sword and rushed towards the ghost baby again!
He turned his waist and attacked alternately with the long sword and spear in his hands, smashing the whip that protected the ghost baby's body, with each blow landing on the flesh.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"
Muzan, who grew a head again, let out a mad roar, looked at the old man under him, opened his bloody mouth, and hatred reached its extreme in his eyes.
At the same time as Muzan opened his bloody mouth, the ghost baby also opened its huge mouth. A pale shock wave accumulated in the air and aimed at the old man who was constantly swinging his sword below!
The old man naturally noticed the ghost baby's impending attack on him, but he just smiled contemptuously and continued to excitedly try to tear the undead monster apart.
The despised Muzan's eyes were red with anger, and he kept roaring in his heart to kill this damn old thing!
But just as the shock wave was about to hit, a huge gun head hit the ghost baby's huge head hard, causing its head to tilt, and a powerful shock wave hit the water surface!
Peng!
A huge curtain of water exploded, and the huge power shocked the old man below. Then the excitement on his face became more and more intense, and the gun and blade in his hands never stopped swinging.
"Uhhhhh!!!"
Muzan's attacks were interrupted one after another, and his anger could no longer be expressed in words. He controlled the giant baby to raise his fists and swing them around randomly.
At the same time, the neighing of horses and a heart-shaking roar were heard, and a burly cavalryman, riding a horse and holding a spear, rushed out from the water curtain!
"I am, Oniwa Keibu Masataka!!"
It hit the huge body of the ghost baby, and the huge force carried the ghost baby out of the river and to the river bank, where its momentum was stopped.
"Huh...huh..."
Gasping for breath, Muzan's expression had changed from previous anger and madness to surprise and suspicion.
Where did these powerful guys come from? !
But naturally no one would answer his question. The old man and the cavalrymen just kept swinging their swords without caring whether their swords would endanger his life or not, which made Muzan upset.
Muzan's energy was gradually depleted as he continued to swing the whip to balance the two men who were hacking and killing him below. He couldn't help feeling a little anxious, and his eyes kept searching around. Finally, he set his sights on the wolf, who had been kneeling on the ground and adjusting his breathing since just now.
Looking at the scarlet karma emanating from behind him and the red light emanating from the bodies of the two people and the horse below him, he immediately understood the cause of the matter.
As expected...it's you again!
With a roar of resentment in his heart, Muzan stared at the wolf's figure, but then an idea flashed in his mind.
He can summon helpers...why can't I, Wuzan!
He immediately reached out and grabbed the edge of his empty chest and tore it apart with force. The dark karma flowed out from it to the earth, dyeing the already pitch-black riverbank an even deeper ink color.
Afterwards, countless evil spirits crawled out from the inky black, and his former capable men also appeared one by one.
Akaza, Gyuutaro, Kokushibo, Douma...
With a look of joy on his face, Wuzan waved his arm and ordered Zhu Gui to tear the wolf and the two lunatics under him into pieces!
The evil spirits who received the order immediately began to act, using a variety of blood demon techniques. They quickly rushed under Muzan and attacked... Muzan!
How could it be...Aren't they my helpers...
After being attacked, Muzan was not angry this time but just confused. Just when he was puzzled, a teasing old voice sounded above his head.
"…It's just a little devil…"
Suddenly, the scene in Muzan's eyes changed. The people attacking him were not capable generals at all, but only a group of illusory figures holding various weapons and constantly attacking!
The next moment, there was a sound of breaking wind above his head. He looked up and saw a fierce downward kick coming towards his head!
Humiliating, ridiculous, extremely humiliating, my behavior just now was as funny as a clown in the eyes of this old woman...
Before his head was smashed, Muzan thought this in his heart with a red face. He looked again at the wolf in the distance who was adjusting his breathing, his pupils trembling wildly.
It's all because of you...it's all because of you!
boom!
Shame and anger made Muzan break through his limit. Countless thorn whips burst out from the ghost baby's body again. Some of them temporarily stopped the two people who were hacking below him, while the rest killed the wolf!
The speed of the whip was extremely fast, almost approaching the speed of sound. In the blink of an eye, it was in front of the wolf and was about to pierce its brain.
Die! Die!
His head had been smashed into his chest by the old woman's whip kick, but Wuzan still stared at the wolf's figure with a gloomy look, wanting to see his death.
But nothing went as he expected...
clang!
The huge blade smashed in front of the wolf, blocking and cutting off all the whips.
The blade was raised, and the wolf slowly looked up at the huge figure covered in feathers. He held the knife in one hand and raised the other hand, with red flames swirling in the palm of his hand!