Chapter 29: Muzan Discovery.
Chapter 29: Muzan Discovery.
"Boom——!"
The roar of the explosion suddenly spread throughout the entire street, the heat and shock wave produced immediately lifted a large amount of rubble and stone dust!
The three people closest to Tanjuro were directly blown in the face by the shock wave.
Hiss!
Tanjuro used his sword to stab the ground, barely stabilizing his figure.
He raised his head and looked at the other end of the street.
A black blurry figure was crouching on the roof.
It seems that they don't need to go looking for him.
This guy, couldn't help but jump out on his own.
"Rengoku-san!!" Kanroji Mitsuri covered her mouth and nose, she looked at Kyojuro Rengoku who was closest to the bookstore, and shouted loudly.
Many pedestrians walking on the road were blown away by the sudden shock wave, or buried under the rubble.
For a moment, there were heavy casualties.
"Are you okay! Rengoku-san!" Kanroji Mitsuri shouted, she was about to run towards Kyojuro who was slowly getting up: "I will help!"
"Wait! Don't come over!"
Rengoku Kyojuro stood up, he wiped the fresh blood from his forehead, quickly turned around, and reached out to stop Kanroji Mitsuri:
"Dangerous!"
"Eh?" Kanroji Mitsuri was stunned, she looked at Kyojuro's outstretched hand, but her legs that had started to move seemed to be unable to stop.
Snap!
Tanjuro reached out, grabbed Kanroji Mitsuri's arm, and pulled her back.
The next moment.
Whoosh——
A spiral copper bullet was fired from the muzzle.
The surrounding firelight shone on the spinning bullet, making the bright copper shell reflect Kanroji's astonished expression in mid-air.
Bang!
The bullet grazed past Kanroji Mitsuri's hair tips, bringing with it a hot wind.
It hit a stone, immediately leaving a bullet hole.
"?! "Kanroji Mitsuri's face turned pale instantly, she turned her head to look at the stone that had been shot out a hole, her expression was hollow.
On the roof across the street.
"Hee hee hee..."
"Look who I found..."
Rokuro was lying on the roof, he was holding a crude sniper rifle in his hand, his mouth was making an unknown sound due to excitement:
"Calm down, calm down."
"I've been waiting for this day for so long..."
He pulled the bolt handle, his hand was slightly trembling, ejecting the bullet.
Clang!
The copper-yellow bullet shell fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.
Click.
Rokuro loaded the second bullet, his face leaned against the gun, his expression became extremely ferocious due to excitement:
"Today... is the day I achieve my revenge!"
His eyes reflected the image of Rengoku Kyojuro getting up and turning his head, his finger was on the trigger:
"Go to hell! Rengoku Shin...uh! Cough cough!!"
In the middle of his low growl, Rokuro suddenly rolled his eyes white, his whole body convulsed.
?!
Then, the demon's entire body seemed to have changed its brain, his expression became nervous and flustered, his eyes were flickering, his gaze moved away from Rengoku Kyojuro.
He stared hard at the back of Kamado Tanjuro.
His pupils contracted, his eyes trembled, his breathing became rapid.
Found it...!
...
...
Infinite Castle.
The warm-toned light illuminated the surroundings in the crisscrossed buildings.
"!!"
Plop.
Muzan, wearing a white shirt, had transformed into a child's form, he was currently hanging his head low, sitting on a wooden chair.
The book he was holding in one hand unconsciously fell to the ground.
"You damn guy...!!"
He reached out his hand, covering one of his crimson pupils, his tone was trembling due to extreme hatred and anger.
The injured arm still couldn't heal, and now it could only barely stick the cut surface together!
Just now, he found that guy's figure in the shared vision of Lower Rank Two!
Even though it was just a back view, Muzan recognized it at a glance!
It's definitely him!
Since the last encounter, Muzan hasn't left the Infinite Castle for two days!
Tonight is the third day!
Creak...
The veins on his hand were crawling like earthworms, Muzan took a deep breath, he forcibly controlled Lower Moon Two's brain for a moment.
After the last time, he also went through a period of deep thought.
Muzan finally believed—that persistent guy, couldn't be measured by the standard of ordinary humans.
Since there is a creature like himself that can't die, then having a second one... is reasonable.
However.
The last time they met, he suffered very few injuries.
Muzan slowly raised his head, a hint of gloom flashed in his eyes, his body was slightly aching.
His crimson pupils, like spider lilies, slowly closed.
He contacted the one closest to his heart and blood vessels.
...
...
The moon was high in the sky.
A place far from Tokyo.
Just now.
On the mountaintop.
Kamado's house.
The seemingly heavy wooden house is now empty, the charcoal cellar is full of drifting white snow—even though it's almost spring.
Whoosh!
A tall and straight male figure wearing a snake-patterned feather weave appeared at the entrance of the Kamado house.
He was carrying an old samurai sword on his waist, the gaps were filled with flesh.
The wooden clogs stepped on the snow.
"Is this the place..."
Kokushibo opened his six golden eyes that filled his face, the blood-red sclera seemed to be able to directly see the muscles, it was horrifying:
"Muzan-sama... the place where you saw Yoriichi..."
He observed his surroundings, his tone steady, and found no human presence.
He had never been here before.
Kokushibo chose to rest his left hand on the hilt of his sword, calming his breath, unconsciously using the Transparent World to conceal his own presence.
Although he never believed it in his heart, for some reason, he felt a faint anxiety at this moment.
I... am anxious.....
Why is this...
Kokushibo pondered in his heart.
Then, he reached out his hand and pressed it on the somewhat weathered wooden door.
He pushed the door open.
Creak...
The decaying wooden door made a difficult sound, slowly opening.
The room was pitch black, and there was also no trace of human presence.
Seeing that it was completely empty, Kokushibo slowly released his hand from the hilt of his sword, straightened his waist again, his expression as calm as an ancient well.
"There's nothing..." Kokushibo murmured in a low voice, seemingly letting out a faint sigh of relief.
Just as he was about to leave.
Click.
It seemed that he noticed something.
Kokushibo's head looked towards a spot on the wall inside the room.
Swish!
He instantly drew his sword, casually cutting a square shape on the wall that had already been boarded up.
Bang!
The cut wooden block, and a square stone, immediately fell off and fell to the floor.
And the thickness of the stone was obviously not as thick as the wall - this was a hidden compartment in the wall.
Kokushibo held the hilt of his sword, extending the sword into the wall, into the hidden compartment that he had just broken open.
Hiss!
Upon noticing that a very thin object was hanging on the sword, Kokushibo slightly frowned, then slowly retracted the sword.
When he saw clearly the object hanging on the sword.
"!!!"
Kokushibo lowered his head, looking at the thing in his hand, his six pupils suddenly shrank, feeling a huge shock in his brain!
He stood there stunned, his brain roaring, gritting his teeth, for a moment not knowing how to react.
What was taken out of the hidden compartment.
What was being held in Kokushibo's hands,
Was a piece of clothing, already tattered and extremely old, a dark red child's sleeve.
Kokushibo was very familiar with this piece of clothing
This is.
The clothing worn by Tsugikuni Yoriichi as a child.
The Kamado family's house, was the home of Yoriichi and his wife three hundred years ago.
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