A week later, when the sun had just set in the west and night had emerged, Kurosawa took Hongyue and wandered around Asakusa Castle.

Slowly, the two of them passed by a shop selling various flower baskets.

Kurosawa stopped and looked inside.

He was thinking about whether to give Hongyue some flowers, and he didn't know if Hongyue liked these things.

However, after a simple glance, Kurosawa withdrew his gaze.

These flowers don't deserve it.

Whether it is roses or peonies and other famous flowers, they all look eclipsed in front of the red moon. Her beauty will probably make these flowers feel ashamed.

During the whole process, Hongyue just held Kurosawa's arm and watched his movements quietly and beautifully.

"Do you want it?" Kurosawa asked.

Although I think these flowers are not worthy of Hongyue's beautiful temperament, what if she likes them.

However, Hongyue obviously didn't care about these vulgar things. She shook her head slightly and said, "There are very few things I like."

Kurosawa smiled, and then he and Hongyue continued to move forward, leaving behind the flower shop owner who rolled her eyes.

The bright moonlight cast down, casting a faint glow over the earth. Among the bustling crowd, the two of them now looked like an ordinary couple.

Kurosawa sometimes wonders, what would happen if he gave up fighting at this time and tried to be an ordinary person?

But most of the time this kind of thought only appears for a moment and is immediately abandoned by him.

Neither he nor Hongyue is destined to live a normal life.

But Kurosawa asked himself, he actually likes hearty battles, and likes to swim among the blood and bones.

Wandering quietly like now, it seems that the years are peaceful, but Kurosawa knows that this is just an appearance.

Kissing like crazy in the rain of blood is probably the life that Hong Yue and I really love.

"How are you gathering the low-level ghosts?"

Kurosawa gathered his thoughts and asked.

During this week, if anyone carefully observes the people around them, they will find that there are many strange faces in Asakusa Castle, and each of them exudes a dangerous atmosphere that no strangers should enter.

The waning moon, as well as nearly three hundred elite ghosts who mastered blood ghost techniques or had alien abilities, have entered Asakusa one after another under the summons of the bloodline, and are peeping at the disturbances in Asakusa City from dark corners.

However, the most numerous low-level ghosts are relatively stupid and a bit slow.

Hongyue thought for a while, closed her eyes slightly and felt it carefully, then opened her eyes and said, "It will probably take another two or three days to get them all here."

Low-level ghosts are not intelligent enough and can easily fall into instinctive madness from time to time, so they are of little use.

Hongyue's order is to have low-level ghosts gather in the forest outside Asakusa Castle and wait until the number is about the same. Kurosawa will go over and harvest them to gain their potential.

As Kamado Gawa said, Kurosawa will indeed feel much more relaxed when the red moon is around.

Under normal circumstances, both humans and ghosts would kill Kurosawa at all costs, but now, low-level ghosts are lining up waiting for Kurosawa to kill, and their potential can be harvested at will.

"Then, let's seal off Asakusa tonight."

"Let those elite ghosts and the crescent moon come alive."

"You can hunt, but you are not allowed to kill indiscriminately."

Kurosawa half-closed his eyes, and after admiring the unique prosperity of Asakusa with Hongyue, they returned to the mansion.

At the same time, Hongyue's order was issued, and all the ghosts hidden in Asakusa had their bloodlines throbbing at the same time, and then their eyes showed excitement.

.........

Bang bang bang!

Amidst the rumbling sound, a series of three-meter-long rock walls rose from the ground, blocking the main road in Asakusa.

A middle-aged man with cracks on his face like rough rocks and double horns on his forehead licked his lips and stood in the middle of the street, enjoying the commotion and chaos of the crowd and the frightened eyes.

The ghost moon at its last quarter, the ghost of stone, the windlass (lu lu).

"Then, what is that?"

"Why did a wall suddenly grow on the road?"

"Hey, who are you?" Someone saw the windlass standing in front of the rock wall.

Because the rock wall happened to block the moonlight, Windmill's back was turned to the rock wall, and his entire body was in shadow. Others could not see his appearance clearly for a while.

A brave young man approached and wanted to see what was going on on the rock wall.

But when he got closer, he looked up and saw clearly the cracks on the windlass's face, the ghost horns on his forehead, and the sharp fangs inside when he opened his mouth.

"It has horns on its head... it's a ghost!"

The young man was stunned at first, but after he realized what he was doing, a look of intense fear suddenly filled his cheeks.

He immediately turned around and ran away.

puff!

A rock thorn with a cone-like tip came out of the earth, and then pierced his left chest fiercely.

The crowd that was still watching seemed to be still for a moment, and then instantly broke out into a tsunami-like sound of panic and dispersed in all directions.

Laushi looked at this scene with a somewhat intoxicated expression.

Even when it comes to lower strings, he has never been so public.

Unlike the upper string, which remains stable, the lower string often changes due to being hunted by the Demon Slayer Corps. The greater the movement, the easier it is to be targeted and hunted.

"It's great. I can finally step out into the light and no longer have to hide in the darkness."

"In the future, we might become the masters of this world and keep all humans in captivity, haha!"

Not long after he was happy, a very tall figure appeared in front of the windlass against the chaotic crowd.

The way he walks and the regular breathing make him look like a swordsman from the Demon Slayer Corps.

“I didn’t expect there are flies like you in Asakusa!”

The windlass waved his hand fiercely, and the ground under his feet was cracked layer by layer, and sharp stone thorns emerged from the top like canine teeth, crushing forward.

collapse!

The air seemed to be shaken, and the hard stone thorns exploded into rubble. The windlass holes shrank in the dust sputtering all over the sky.

In his field of vision, the burly figure crossed a distance of more than ten meters and came to him almost instantly.

With a look of horror in his eyes, Luji knew that he had met a pillar-level swordsman.

He wanted to retreat, but after hearing a faint clicking sound, his vision suddenly shifted to the ground like a spin.

Yanzhu's face darkened slightly, and he took back the colorful ax in his hand.

He performed breathing techniques and shouted loudly: "Everyone, come here, go here!"

The rioting crowd was shocked by the sound and quickly looked over.

Immediately, the rock pillar smashed a stone wall blocking the road, and shouted again: "Hurry up, don't hesitate any longer!"

As if waking up from a dream, people on the street quickly ran over and fled out of Asakusa Castle along the gap.

Yanzhu's tall body stopped in place for a while, his face hesitant and somewhat struggling.

He was ordered to come to Asakusa and deliver the known information to a woman named Tamashi.

But I didn't expect that when I was about to leave, the ghosts in my sense of fighting spirit suddenly started to riot and wreak havoc, driving away the crowd and trying to blockade Asakusa Castle.

For a moment, amid panic and desperate cries, Yanzhu didn't know whether to stay or go.

Asakusa Castle is not small, but he has only helped a few people escape. Most of the places leading to the outside world have been blocked by ghosts.

After protecting the crowd from safely evacuating, Yanzhu noticed a strong wave of fighting spirit coming in his direction soon after, so he had no choice but to sigh deeply and leave Asakusa.
Chapter completed!