The second of the lower string, the Piaolang (from "The Legend of the Flame Pillar", died at the hands of Akatsuro, Purgatory.)

The third of the lower string, the head of the wheel (dead in Wusan.)

The fifth of the lower string, tired.

The sixth string in front is called Kai.

This is the manpower that Muzan Kimuzan mobilized to clear the ghosts on Fujima Mountain.

Three Twelve Ghost Months plus one retired Twelve Ghost Months can be said to be a very luxurious lineup. It is enough to prove that he wants to clean up those mixed fish ghosts so firmly.

Although the life and death of every ghost in the world (except the Zhushi) is in his mind, the premise is that he must be close enough to that ghost, not to mention that these ghosts are killed by him at a distance, and the dispersed blood will be wasted.

Of course, I will not let this happen if I regard myself as a god.

So he decided to use the waste, allowing those ghosts who long for power to devour their kind, and watch the subordinates who have been turned into ghosts as if they were watching crickets, and to fight for their own gifts to death.

When he thinks of this scene, his self-esteem will be satisfied with unprecedented satisfaction.

However, it is like humans rarely feed on people, and ghosts rarely feed on ghosts. Most creatures in the world will subconsciously resist devouring their kind, and ghosts will no exception.

What's more, the ghost's meat has a rotten odor and is not very delicious.

Among these batches tonight, there is only one who can efficiently swallow the same kind of Xiaqin.

"I wanted to vomit when I smelled the smell, but I don't know how he could eat it... It's hard to describe how to help such a guy."

The head of the wheel retracted his neck and arms that were more than 40 meters long, and also rolled back three little ghosts who were running away in the mountains and fields. They broke their torso and threw them on the ground.

He returned to his original state and looked at the Piaolang, who was feasting on the side, who seemed to be unable to eat anything. He heard the sound of swallowing at a very high frequency, and actually felt the long-lost disgust.

These ghosts in Tengxishan have not eaten humans for many years. A few old ghosts are even weaker than healthy ordinary adults, and they are simply too easy to capture.

Not far away from him, I gently pulled the thin threads in my hand, and four or five broken joints were pulled out of the depths of the pine forest by it.

Then he threw the captured ghosts into the woven large net like a garbage dump, and then tightened the large net suddenly. The ghosts immediately screamed as the sharp spider silk cut into hundreds of pieces, no matter how they begged for mercy, it was useless.

This makes it more convenient for the peach wolf to eat.

The petite and tired face was expressionless, doing all this like a mechanical one, and was unwilling to answer the question of the head of the wheel. He thought nothing except for executing Wushao's orders.

Wusan has never let the tiring perform any tasks.

But this time, life is at stake. What is appreciation or compassion for the same disease is not important to the Ghost King.

In order to send the tiredness to Fujixishan, speed up catching the miscellaneous fish and ghosts, and buy time for the pear wolf devouring ghosts, Muzan Kibutsu specially called Natsumi to run to Nada Spider Mountain and killed all his "family".

The power that was entrusted to the "family" was now taken back by him.

Now, it is said that tired is the strongest one in the lower string, and it is definitely worthy of its name.

It's just that he never longed for strength.

After processing the ingredients, he looked up at the bright moon and asked Qingsheng: "How long is it before dawn?"

Luye took out a pocket watch from his arms, which was his former spoil.

"If it's eight o'clock, there are still six hours left."

Then, he glanced at the blood all over the ground under Peilang, and a hint of disgust appeared in his eyes, "It has been two hours, and this guy has only eaten less than five..."

If I had known, there would be forty-four ghosts on this mountain!

However, it was obvious that Wusan had already expected this situation, so he asked Mingnu to send Xiang Kai too.

As the saying goes, if you can’t eat, just take care of it.

The ghost house in front of the sixth chapter has become a temporary prison for ghosts who are cruelly executed.

Just as the head of the wheel was about to say something, the spider web behind the tired man trembled. It was obvious that the little spiders he released were conveying some information.

After the tremor stopped, I slowly raised my arm and pointed it in one direction.

"Three ghosts ran away to the area over there."

Having the ability to detect and not letting go of a fish that misses the net is also the reason why Wuzai sent him over.

However, although he knew that a ghost had escaped from the hunting range, he didn't even mean to move.

There is no way, who made this guy the strongest one in the lower string?

The head of the wheel could only admit that he was unlucky, and suddenly stretched out his arms and wrapped around the trees on the high place, swinging towards the direction pointed by the tiredness.

...

"What's going on? Why are the ghosts here missing?"

Xianichiro picked up the map that Ranbazhong drew when he last came, and was puzzled.

The Luanbozhong only has ordinary free will and will definitely not fool him, so this map should not go wrong.

But where did the ghosts here go?

After knocking out the ghost killers guarding the mountain, he followed the map to explore the mountain clockwise. As a result, almost an hour passed, and there was no ghost seen.

What's the meaning?

Ghosts are like bears, do they need to hibernate?

"I have to find when to go..."

Just as Yinichiro frowned and planned to send three lonely shadows to lead the ninja dogs to search for ghost traces, a ninja dog suddenly leaned down towards Dongfang, and the hair on his spine stood up like a porcupine thorn, and a short and high-frequency whimpering sound came from his mouth, which was obviously a warning.

"Something is coming over there."

The white-hat lone shadow crowd who had communicated with the ninja dog said, but his tone was a little hesitant, "More than one thing, but the speed...is not very fast."

"There are not many ghosts here to eat, so they are very weak. Don't disturb them, prepare to capture them alive first and hide them."

With the order of Xian Yilang, he and several lonely shadows immediately jumped to the lush pine trees. As for the Butterfly Madam, she relied on illusions to cover her body, and no one knew where she was.

After receiving the order, the ninja dogs all leaned down and lowered their breathing to the extreme.

Soon, between the moonlight and the shadow of the tree, three figures of people rushing at high speed appeared, but there was no paper person on them. It was obvious that the last time they ate people was a long time ago.

"Damn, where are we going?"

These three ghosts all looked thin and were only a little faster than ordinary humans, but they all looked like they were fleeing in panic.

"We...why don't we go to the other side of the mountain road and ask for help from the ghost killing team at the foot of the mountain?"

A female ghost who can still see the appearance of humans suggests.

Not to mention Xian Ichiro who listened to them on the tree, even the two ghosts who were walking with her looked at her in surprise.

"Are you crazy?"

"That's ghost hunters. Can they let us out?"

The two ghosts retorted one by one, "Maybe they will take the opportunity to kill us to vent their anger."

"Yes, but that's better than being eaten!"

The female ghost simply stopped running away and stopped in the area where Xianyiro and the others were. "At least it would be better to be killed by the Hiroshikan. If it was eaten raw, it would hurt so much."

As he spoke, the female ghost started crying, "I have been here for countless years, and I have been hungry and have never even chewed a human bone. Even the fish I caught from the river smelled of wisteria."

"It's better to just die if you live like this, which is worse than even a bug..."

【Eating?】

Shinichiro on the tree raised his eyebrows in confusion.

[Can you say that there is a ghost here that feeds on ghosts?]

【No wonder this area has been cleared...】

As he thought about it, Xian Yiro suddenly began to feel distressed that the skill point had come. He didn't know how many left of the ghost-eating ghost...

[Catch these three guys first!]

He gestured to the Guyingmen. The three Guyings quietly pulled out the Sun Wheel Knife from behind, stepped on the bodies of these ghosts and fell from the tree, accurately passing the blade through the vests of the three little ghosts.

The three-headed ninja dog lurking nearby rushed out from behind the tree trunks and rocks at the right time, pulling the lower limbs of the three people tightly to prevent them from moving.

"Wow, don't eat me!"

"Please, I'm really not delicious!"

The female ghost found that she was attacked and screamed in panic. She was thin and her arms kept her head and her body trembled constantly.

Two white-capped lonely shadows who had never seen a ghost immediately showed contemptuous eyes.

Is this a ghost? It's so disappointing.

"Don't call this fool! Can't you feel it? That's the Ridge Knife!"

"Why are the people from the Demon Slayer here?"

The other two ghosts wanted to struggle, but the fallen Xianichiro cut off his arms with Fengzhi's breath, and they screamed in pain one by one.

On the contrary, the female ghost suddenly revealed her head when she heard the words "Ghost Kill Team", and she shouted: "Is it really a Ghost Kill Team?"

Then, she leaned her head against the roots of the tree, revealing a gray neck full of meridians, and her eyes were filled with hope.
To be continued...