Demon Slayer: I can create my own breathing

Minamoto misa fled to the back room, she closed the wooden door of the back room with a trembling hand, picked up the household knife used to chop wood behind the door, and swung her hands with both hands, but she still tried to hold the knife in her hand.

She faced the doorway, her lips white, and her brother's name kept on saying.

"Mrs. Cang, Mrs. Cang, Mrs. Cang, don't come back."

She was determined to die, and she didn't want her brother to die here when he returned.

At first, she went to the village with a basket to exchange the wild boar meat that her brother had hunted for a vegetable stew.

But no sooner had she reached the village than a shrill scream rang out in the village. She saw a horrible scene.

On this bloody ground, bright red blood flows like a river, forming a series of twisted scrolls.

The smell of blood and the smell of fish filled the air and was suffocating.

An atmosphere of death enveloped the village, and groans of pain rang out incessantly.

A human-like monster draped in scales kills everyone in the village.

The monster grabbed the screaming girl by the hair, tore off one of her arms, stuffed it into its mouth, and turned to look at Minamisa.

Her furious and hideous eyes made her shudder, and she threw down the wild boar that she had brought over to exchange vegetables, stumbling and running back.

Sweat wet her hair, slightly obscuring her vision, but she didn't dare to lift her hair, she was afraid that the monster would rush in the next second.

She heard the monster's footsteps getting closer.

The sound of heavy footsteps was like a demon seeking her life, constantly pounding her heart.

Feeling the vibration coming from the doorway, Minamisa took a deep breath and tried to tell herself not to be afraid.

As if she had made up her mind, she threw the machete out of her hand so hard that she had never felt her strength so great. The machete passed through the wooden door and threw it at the dark shadow in the doorway.

There was no imaginary sound of a machete stabbing into the flesh, and the monster kicked the door open.

The machete was in its hand, and it caught it with one hand.

Minamisa was desperate, she fell to the ground in horror, and kept moving backwards.

Seeing the desperate expression of the prey in front of him made the monster feel very comfortable, it showed a hideous smile and said hoarsely: "Your desperate face before you died is really addictive, this beautiful young lady." It

reached out and grabbed the girl, it was tired of the game, and now it was time to enjoy its prey.

The black and scaly arms were getting closer and closer to the girl's neckline.

Minamisa leaned against the wall and closed her eyes, calmly waiting for her death, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes proving that she was not as calm as she seemed.

There was a rush of footsteps outside the house, like a war drum was constantly beating, and something was coming, and Genmisa thought to herself, is it another hideous monster?

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, a well-proportioned figure broke through the plank next to Gen Misa.

A black knife with an indomitable momentum appeared in this space, and it broke the pattern at this time.

And its wielder seems to know how to maximize its power.

Yuan Cang completed two turns in the air in a dashing manner, carrying a huge amount of kinetic energy added to the black knife, and then pressed down like a heavy object.

The purpose of all this was just to cut off the hand that was close to the girl.

What a violent thought, with a determination not to cause any harm to one's own family. Even steel is difficult to maintain in its original state in the face of this knife.

A white line ran through the scaly arm like a piece of wood.

The smooth cut appeared between the severed arms, and the arm fell to the ground splashing black blood, and Gen Sota also fell with the arm, and the black knife pointed straight at the monster that had not yet shown a painful expression.

It's like heroes always appear at the last minute, and the only person who can protect Minamoto Misa arrives.

Gen Sota hugged Gen Misa, who was huddled in the corner, and the black feather weaving continued to fly in the smoke, and it was only then that the monster realized that his arm had been cut off.

"Ahh

A scream of endless pain rang out in the space.

It looked at Yuan Cangtai with red eyes, "You damn little ghost." The

monster's head was bruised, "I'm going to skin you and cramp." Just

like in the fantasy story, Gen Cangtai watched as the monster's severed arm began to grow at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He looked at this scene with a flat expression, but he had already scolded in his heart.

"Damn, what is this, the severed hand is still alive, why don't I have this function, is this the power of ghosts?"

Yuan Cangtai began to recall the few words discussed by his roommates, "I remember hearing what they discussed at the time, the ghost king is not miserable, are these the subordinates of the ghost king?"

Gen Cangtai clenched the knife in his hand and looked down at his sister, who had fainted under fear.

She unconsciously tugged at Yuan Cangtai's clothes. Gen Cangtai gently stroked her back and gave her some comfort.

As if feeling the temperature on her back, Minamisa's wrinkled expression gradually soothed.

Yuan Cangtai only completed one or two small movements on his side, but the ghost over there had already regrown the fallen arm.

He looked at the monster with an expressionless face, but had other thoughts in his heart, "If you can't kill it by cutting off your arm, then what about cutting off its head?"

Yuan Cangtai's sharp eyes looked straight at the neck of the "ghost", and at this time a qualified hunter stared at his prey.

He lifted the knife in his hand slightly, wanting to give it a try for his idea.

After the monster repaired his arm, he suddenly felt a biting chill.

It's something that hasn't happened in a long time.

It was as if it had seen the "Adult" who had given it blood for the first time a long time ago.

The adults just glanced at it lightly, and a basin of cold water was splashed on its head. It instantly extinguished its self-confidence, which had skyrocketed because of the power it had gained.

And today, in the eyes of a boy, it once again saw the eyes of the adults looking down on all beings.

It's been a long time since it became a ghost, and it's been a long time since it's been killed, and the people of a village have boosted its strength a lot.

Let it take a step closer to the Twelve Ghost Moons.

It imagined the thrill of gaining the blood of that adult again after increasing its strength.

There is an expression on his face that is somewhere between hideous and lewd. It suddenly struck, and its scaly fist suddenly smashed into Gen Cangtai, and it suddenly swelled several times on the way.

It seems to have unleashed its own blood demon magic.

There was a loud "boom", and a big hole was smashed out of the wooden board where Yuan Cangtai was standing.

Gen Cangtai moved back a distance, avoiding the punch.

Although his face was expressionless, the beads of sweat on his head betrayed his true thoughts.

"I'm, I'm, I'm." Yuan Cangtai quickly retreated, "This punch must not be bruised or purple on the body." Yuan

Cangtai hugged his sister and left here quickly, the space was so small that he couldn't exert his full strength.

And you have to put your sister in a safe place first, and it's not convenient to take her with yourself, but just a simple dodge can't kill this monster.