No more takeaway 'midnight snacks'! It's angry. "how do you want to do it?" Sitting on the monster's back was a white-haired boy who looked only twelve or thirteen years old, with bangs covering his left eye. "I'm going to kill them." The monster said slowly. "Then go ahead." The white-haired boy smiled gently and stroked the monster's back: "Go kill people, make a scene, do whatever you want." He stood up and turned to look at the bustling city in the distance. "I'm here to help you intercept some nasty bugs." He chuckled and transformed into countless dancing blue butterflies, flying towards the city in the moonlight.
And the monster got permission, It headed happily towards the curse mark. Food, food, food everywhere! Coming from the suburbs to the city, the monster was so excited that it wanted to roar. There was food everywhere in the city. It was like a countryman entering a buffet restaurant, attracted by the dazzling array of food and for a moment, not knowing how to eat it. Eat the marked foods first. The monster nodded its head innocently, and its body blended silently into the night, heading towards the curse mark. "Dad, when will you be back?" "My dear daughter, Daddy just got off work and will be home soon. I also bought you your favorite toy." "I love dad the most!" An office worker was talking on the phone with his daughter while carrying a toy box. He suddenly felt a chill on his back and looked around. "Illusion?" He muttered strangely. However, he did not notice that above his head, a monster had opened its chrysanthemum-shaped head, and the sharp teeth inside it were rotating in circles inside its mouth, and they were extremely sharp. 'poof' The office worker didn't even have time to scream before he was swallowed alive. Toys and cell phones fell to the ground. "Dad, I'll wait for you to come back~" The sweet and lovely voice of my daughter came from the phone.
A pale face reappeared on the monster's body. That face was full of fear and confusion, and its eyes were staring straight at the mobile phones and toy boxes scattered on the ground. "Kill you, kill you." The demon, who casually swallowed a person as a midnight snack, headed back towards the curse mark. It could feel its curse mark spreading apart, which made it feel disdainful and angry at the same time. If you hadn't killed my accomplices, why would I have come out by myself to find a midnight snack? Angry! Unhappy! I'm going to eat you! ... Xihui Property, brightly lit. "What should we do, Brother Omori!" The young man's face was full of fear and he was trembling. He wanted to slap himself. Why did he come out to watch the fun? Things had already ended perfectly, but he still brought a curse upon himself! Masaki Omori's face was gloomy. After counting, there were twelve people who had incurred the curse, most of whom were his followers. It was impossible for Masaki Omori to give up his loyal younger brother. But at this time, in order to avoid being implicated, the others had already begun to reject these twelve former companions. They were cursed by the curse, faced with imminent terror, and rejected and distanced from their former good brothers. They all make them feel abandoned by the world and their mentality collapses. "you...." Omori Masaki gritted his teeth and said, "You guys run! Run separately, the farther the better!" "Brother Omori!!" The young man cried out. Masaki Omori couldn't bear to look at the expressions of these twelve people. "Run away, don't stay here, you will get us into trouble!" "Really...it's not that we don't want to help you, but you guys are provoking a monster. Even Mr. Lin might not be able to deal with it. We can't help even if we want to!" "Maybe you won't necessarily die. Isn't Mr. Lin contacting someone who can help you?" The former good brothers now stand far away. "I've prepared motorcycles for you." Omori Masaki distributed the twelve motorcycle keys to them: "Escape separately and try to survive!" He gritted his teeth and his eyes were red. "I'm incompetent. I can't protect you!"
"Brother Omori!" The young man took the key numbly and said, "I never regretted working for you, Brother Dasen. If, if I can survive, can I come back to you?" "of course can." Masaki Omori tried hard to suppress his tears. "Kolla!!" The young man bowed deeply to Omori Masaki, then turned to his companions who were depressed, desperate, sad and in various low-pressure moods, and waved his fists: "Cheer up!" "They are just monsters, let them see our true nature!" The twelve motorcycles dispersed and drove away. Everyone still standing at the door was depressed. Because they wanted to live, they pushed out their friends who also wanted to live. Omori Masaki clenched his fists and his body trembled slightly. Others wanted to come up and comfort her, but they didn't know what to say. It seemed as if Omori Masaki had made up his mind. He turned around and walked into the company. He came to the office on the third floor and saw Lin Yuansheng sitting cross-legged in meditation with a katana in his hand. "Mr. Lin." He fell to his knees. "I know...I know my request is excessive. You have helped us so much, and I shouldn't cause you any more trouble." "But I can't give up my brother!" He drew a wakizashi from his waist, raised it above his head, and solemnly slashed his palm, causing blood to flow. "If there is an afterlife, please let me continue to serve you!" Omori Masaki stood up, bowed respectfully to Lin Yuansheng, and turned to leave. downstairs, After a brief chaos, Masaki Omori rode away on a motorcycle with six or seven younger brothers who were willing to follow him. "Ohmori....Alas, he has good intentions, but his brain is a little slow! Isn't this just a waste of life?" Nishiide Teru came into the office with a worried look on his face. As if seeing the fate that Omori Masaki was about to face, his ambition, which had originally sunk, was rekindled again. That's why he came to Lin Yuansheng specially to show his goodwill. If Omori Masaki died, then Hayashi Gensho could only rely on him to continue to control the biker gang. "Omori, he's mine." Lin Yuansheng suddenly spoke. The attentiveness and flattery on Nishiide Teru's face froze.
"And who are you?" Lin Yuansheng suddenly opened his eyes, and there seemed to be a fascinating electric light flashing in his pupils. Nishiide Teru's body suddenly froze. When he faced Lin Yuansheng, it was as if he saw a flaming long sword slashing towards him. The tangible feeling of oppression made him fall to his knees, sweating profusely and trembling with fear. Lin Yuansheng had already stood up and walked past him indifferently. In the fearful eyes of others. Lin Yuansheng walked out of Xihui Property, walked on the deserted street, and faced southwest. His well-honed sense of crisis sounded the alarm at this moment. ——Something is approaching rapidly. If nothing unexpected happened, this thing would pass through this street, bypass Xihui Property, and attack the marked food. but, "I want to go over there." Lin Yuansheng grasped the hilt of the knife, pulled the sword forward, his blood and energy surged, and his strength was ready to be unleashed. The sense of crisis became stronger and stronger, and the pain between his eyebrows became more and more severe. But the street in front of me is still deserted. Only the wind that blew brought a hint of chill. "Only those with psychic vision can see the demons and fight against them!" Sakuraba Kazuki's advice echoed in Lin Yuansheng's heart. Invisible monster? but, Just because we can’t see, does that mean we really can’t fight against demons and ghosts? Although I cannot see it, as long as it really exists and as long as it has an impact on the material world, The wind will show me the answer. Sensing the strange flow of air, Lin Yuansheng detonated the qi and blood in his body. Draw the sword and kill! "If you want to go there, have you asked me?" Chapter 39: Demon Slayer 3 "Take a helicopter? That's a good idea." Butterflies were flying, and a white-haired boy appeared on the rooftop of a high-rise building.
He looked at the hovering helicopter, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and with a slight movement of his fingers, several butterflies chased after the helicopter. Soon, Then the steady helicopter was seen swaying in the air as if it was drunk and making an emergency landing.