At noon, the location of the insect house.

Many people gathered here to train the seriously injured swordsmen to cure their bodies.

I also came here when I was flowing.

There are guards at the door, and the fallen flowers of millet are also among them.

There was a faint smile on her little face, playing with a coin in her hand.

When she saw the river flowing, she did not stop her.

I opened the door and walked in as I flowed.

The sight is filled with square space, with many white low beds placed.

As soon as I came in, I saw the Butterfly Ninja and Rock Pillar when I was flowing.

Rock pillar lay on a bed with a large number of bandages wrapped around his body.

The bandage was originally pure white, but it was infected by blood, forming blood-colored and white mottled spots.

The rock pillar, which had always been full of qi and blood, was like a candle in the wind and could not withstand the destruction in the sense of Dou Qi when the river flowed.

His eyes were closed and he was still in a coma.

Butterfly Ninja and some other insect house doctors were nearby and replaced the blood-stained bandages for the rock pillar.

The basin used to hold water and clean bandages by the bed is already covered in blood.

"How is his situation?"

Butterfly Ninja looked back and saw the flow of coming in.

She frowned slightly, shook her head and said, "Not optimistic."

"If I hadn't been a different body of Yanzhu than an ordinary person, his current injury would have been beyond his help."

"Even so, it's a very serious injury. His arms may not be able to be protected."

While speaking, the person next to him just replaced the gauze that kept bleeding from Yanzhu's arm.

I took a look at it, and my scalp became numb in an instant.

The dense scars were stacked layer by layer, and the eyes were filled with blurred flesh and blood, without any intact skin.

The white bones pierced the eroded flesh and blood, revealing a pale color of blood stain.

"If his arms are not cut off, he will not even be able to save his life."

Iwatsuki faced Muzan, who was completely in a state of mind, and his whole body was covered with wounds that were unbearable to look at.

The most serious thing is that his arms are so serious that he has to amputate his limbs.

His eyes flashed as he flowed, and he sighed a long sigh.

"It's good to be able to come back alive."

"It's a good choice to not fight in the future, enjoying your old age."

The death rate of the Demon Killing Team is very high, and there are very few cases of serious injuries and powerless fighting. Most of them die directly during the battle.

The situation at the time of Yanzhu is already a blessing in disgrace. Just like the previous generation of Mingzhu, he no longer fought directly with ghosts after being seriously injured, but became a culturist, providing a continuous stream of new power for the ghost killing team.

"Well, Iron Zhu adopted many homeless children when he was a monk."

“I believe he likes the job of a nurturing teacher, too.”

Butterfly Nin took out clean gauze, stopped the bleeding for the rock pillar, and applied some medicine to it.

"I can't use me here, so I'll leave first."

Seeing the butterfly being busy, she stopped disturbing her when the river flowed, and left the insect house.

A few minutes later, he changed to the appearance of a child mole and came to the prayer square of the Pure Land Buddhism in All Times.

The huge prayer square was divided into many different areas at this time, and the Pure Land scholars who meet the swordsman's conditions were in full swing.

Some trainers who have never seen before in the river demonstrate sword shape or breathing, or the end of the battle with the swordsmen of the Pure Land.

And Yagyu Bingwei was also among them.

He was holding the blade that was the same as his authentic appearance, and was facing the attacks of more than a dozen fire breathing swordsmen at the same time.

The black figure kept moving quickly in the swordsman formation, and in just a few minutes, there were people wailing.

He is not responsible for teaching people because Yagyu Bingei does not know how to breathe.

His task is to use the pressure of being a winding string and tore up the novice swordsmen who have never really faced ghosts.

Let these novice swordsmen understand that ghosts are very dangerous creatures and cannot be despised at all.

While in the army, Yagyu Bingwei also trained many new recruits, which made him feel like a sense of time and space disorder that he had returned to the past.

Also, he didn't hate this feeling.

“Next batch.”

After beating up a group of swordsmen, Yagyu Bingwei didn't raise his head and said lightly.

When I saw him calm and gentle, I looked relaxed and relaxed with my effortless expression.

It's like a king.

"It seems you enjoyed it."

"How are their strength? Do you have the power to fight against ordinary ghosts?"

He seemed to be smiling but not laughed, and stopped Yagyu Bingwei when the river flowed.

Yagyu Bingwei turned around and said calmly: "Not yet."

"But judging from the current progress, it will be almost done in one month."

Nodded, he didn't ask any more questions when he was flowing. Then he walked around, encouraging the exhausted swordsman of the Pure Land, and giving them a few injections of chicken blood to improve himself more.

He, the fake leader, came forward in person, and the effect was pretty good.

In the days that followed, the rare peace law in the Pure Land Buddhism for All Eternal Bliss became available.

The people of the Demon Slayer team did not go out for any tasks, but strengthened themselves in various ways or helped guide the Swordsman of the Paradise.

Zhushi uses the blood provided by the river, and produces serum day and night, and provides the pillars of the Demon Killing Team.

The use of large doses of serum allowed the remaining pillars and some excellent swordsmen to successfully awaken the blood ghost technique, and their combat power increased a lot.

At this time, the pillars were learning the flexibly use of blood ghost techniques, or the skills of opening the hem sword and markings.

When Chuanliu was not idle, he developed the blood ghost technique, while beating the Eternal One Zero style and fusing the Rihu sword type, and occasionally he had to give the believers a chicken blood.

In this way, time passed little by little, and soon came to January afterwards.

......

“The sunshine is really good today.”

The slightly drunk afternoon sun shines on your body, making you feel warm and unable to lift your body.

Yanzhu, who was sitting in a wheelchair, raised his head and whispered: "I can't see it, but I can feel it, it's indeed very warm sunshine."

He had been in a coma for nearly twenty days and had just woken up a week ago.

After waking up, I found that my arms were intercepted and I lost my combat ability, I did not have the idea of ​​decadence and simply accepted the status quo.

Perhaps, he had foresaw his future a long time ago and had imagined what was happening at this moment.

Kawaruto smiled and said, "Yes, this is what Muzan Kimuzan has been looking forward to looking for."

"The more unattainable it is, the more he desires it."

The rock pillar looked ahead, his eyes were quiet and unconscious.

"Your swordsman training is almost done, what are your plans next?"

When Chuanliu raised his head, looked at the orange fireball hanging in the sky, and said leisurely: "Next, we will naturally go to the appointment."

"He has been waiting for me for so long, and it's time to go and see him for a while."

Within this month, the people from the Hidden Killing Team investigated the situation of Asakusa and found that more and more ghosts were gathering in Asakusa.

Asakusa Ghost Town is worthy of its name, and it is already covered with ghosts and monsters.

Muzan Kimuzan established a city full of ghosts, and was not afraid of peeping and inquiring, and his intentions were already very obvious.
Chapter completed!