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The last three words were like a thunderclap!
The ground beneath Ryosuke's feet cracked instantly, and his figure vanished once more!
A lightning strike that tore through the night sky arrived in an instant!
Tong Qi was greatly alarmed and suddenly swung his wide robe.
"Blood Demon Art: Thousand-Eyed Cage!"
Countless ghostly eyes fell, like insect eggs.
Each eyeball emitted a ghostly light, weaving together into an invisible net, attempting to drag Ryosuke back into the illusion and disrupt his senses!
But at that moment, Ryosuke's figure disappeared.
"Kid! Up there!"
A cold voice rang out, and Tong Qi looked up in terror.
Ryosuke leaped into the air, and a torrent of blazing white lightning suddenly erupted!
Under the moonlight, he gripped the sword with both hands, and his fierce slashes seemed to transform into thunder spears that stirred the might of the heavens!
Thunder Breathing: Fourth Form: Distant Thunder: Thousand-Strike!
Boom! ! !
A deafening roar of thunder resounded, like accumulated thunderclouds suddenly being released!
Countless bolts of lightning, like divine punishment descending from the heavens, crashed down and completely covered the area below!
The dazzling lightning seemed to purify all the filth in the world!
"Do not!!!"
Tong cried out in despair.
The dense array of ghostly eyes exploded in an instant, and Tong Qi, who was at the center of the lightning, was pierced through the body, with his limbs broken off!
The charred torso collapsed to the ground, its head twitching.
Ryosuke landed lightly, and the lightning in his Nichirin Blade gathered again.
Thunder Breathing - Third Form - Gathering Mosquitoes into Thunder - Condensation!
The blade flashed like the cold, crescent moon, disappearing in an instant.
Tong Qi's head flew up, and his body turned into ashes and vanished into the air.
[Defeated Lower Moon Three, Hitomi, gaining 30 years of lifespan. Current remaining lifespan: 40 years and 68 days.]
Ryosuke sheathed his sword and asked himself a question.
"Damn system, you should have been able to wake me up or respond during the illusion created by the Blood Demon Art, right?"
【Oh dear, my dear host, I just didn't want to disturb you and your child's reunion. How about that? Aren't I considerate enough?】
Skipping work is fine!
If he's not awake, he's not awake, yet you're being so understanding!
"Mr. Ryosuke! And... where is that ghost?"
A confused voice rang out from the rabbit.
He shook his head, his eyes regaining their clarity, and looked around.
Sabito's mouth dropped open when he saw Hitomi's body dissipating.
"Is this the end?"
"if not?"
Ryosuke chuckled and shrugged: "Are we supposed to fight three hundred rounds and flatten the mountain?"
The rabbit lowered its head, feeling somewhat guilty.
"But I... I wasn't helpful at all, and I almost became a burden to you."
"Be confident."
Ryosuke patted him on the shoulder and said seriously, "Remove the 'almost' part."
銖兔：(,,???,, )
Ryosuke's voice softened, filled with inquiry and curiosity.
"Qiantu, what dream did you just have? Why haven't you woken up yet?"
Chapter 120 Don't pity me just because I'm a delicate flower!
Qintu shook his head, his voice tinged with bitterness.
"It's nothing, Mr. Ryosuke, just a very simple dream... the kind you'd laugh at if you heard it."
If we weren't buddies, would I laugh at you?
Am I that kind of person!
Ryosuke exaggeratedly pursed his lips, adopting a speechless, questioning-the-heaven posture, and didn't ask any more questions.
However, he knew exactly what was going on.
Sabito's parents were tortured and killed by demons when he was young, and he was adopted by his reliable older brother Urokodaki Sakonji when he was young.
His dream was probably the same as mine: reuniting with his deceased family members.
That deep-seated desire, which even I was unaware of, was amplified and revealed under the Blood Demon Art.
Ryosuke will not expose this tenderness, much less make fun of it.
However, after a brief silence, the rabbit spoke again, its voice filled with confusion.
"However... the end of the dream was a bit strange."
Ryosuke also became interested: "What's so strange about it?"
"I dreamt that I died during the final assessment."
Qiantu frowned, trying hard to recall.
"I died at the hands of a hideous green demon covered in hands. Because I killed too many demons while protecting others, my Nichirin Blade broke."
"after……"
The tone of the rabbit became even more elusive.
"I met a boy with red eyes and red hair, and I've been training with him ever since."
"Mr. Ryosuke, don't you think it's strange?"
"The last ones even felt somewhat familiar to me."
Ryosuke's lips twitched.
You're not familiar with this, are you? This is your story in the original work.
The demon covered in hands is the Hand Demon, and the boy with red eyes and red hair is Charcoal.
This Tong Qi's Blood Demon Art is quite something!
It can not only uncover deep memories and desires, but also organize timelines.
Fortunately, all of this is now just a dream.
Ryosuke forced a smile and patted Sabito on the shoulder.
"Maybe it's something from your past life? Dreams are strange and fantastical, it's normal. Don't overthink it. Look at you now, you're alive and kicking, the knife isn't broken, and you're fine."
Qin Tu chuckled and said, "Hmm, I don't want to think about it anymore. It was just a dream."
Yes, it was just a dream.
At this very moment, he stands here alongside his companions, breathing in the cool air.
The dawn dispels the darkness.
Ryosuke and Sabito summoned Kakuzu and began handling the aftermath.
The mountains of bones piled up in the village were collected and buried.
Tongqi's Blood Demon Art is too deceptive.
Furthermore, they ate so many people thanks to the Demon Slayer Corps' intelligence network.
It seems I'll have to find a way to break free from illusions and deceptions associated with blood demon magic in the future.
Thinking of this, Ryosuke thought of Yushiro.
That turtle's Blood Demon Art is also of this type.
Looks like I'll have to consult with them properly when I have time.
However, the most important thing right now is to let these souls rest in peace.
As the last handful of yellow earth covered the land, the resentment and sorrow of this place also drifted away with the morning breeze.
After finishing everything, Ryosuke and Sabito returned to the Butterfly Mansion to rest.
As soon as he stepped into the Butterfly Mansion courtyard, Ryosuke saw a familiar figure.
Sanemi sat on the veranda, while his mother, Shizu, carefully bandaged his wounds.
Xuanmi and his younger siblings stood around, their faces filled with worry.
Ryosuke understood instantly.
Sanemi's rare blood is practically a bug, possessing a deadly allure for demons; however, its scent can intoxicate demons, causing them to become delirious.
It's like being forced to drink; it gets you drunk right away, and you can't refuse!
This was also what Sanemi relied on in his early days of slaying demons.
This kid probably bled himself out.
"Mr. Ryosuke, you're back."