Demon Slayer: I am a Demon.

Another swordsman muttered under his breath.

Hiroshi Furukawa slightly raised his eyes, his expression showing a hint of excitement, but then quickly turned somber: "I wonder about others..."

"Boss, how do you know there's no chance if you don't tell me? Girls need to be pursued, right? Are you going to wait for them to make the first move? By then, it'll be too late..."

The swordsman next to him rolled his eyes. He was decisive and ruthless when it came to slaying demons, but when it came to matters of the heart, he was as indecisive as a woman.

Hiroshi Furukawa opened his mouth as if to say something, but his gaze froze when he saw something in the distance.

Mountainside in the distance

The figure of a girl carrying a flower basket and bending down to pick flowers was so familiar.

Chapter 71 Ghost, I've Found You (3/4)

Once they reached a place out of sight of Hiroshi Furukawa and his group, the girl wearing the mask of a smiling fox with her eyes closed stopped, patted her chest slightly, and unconsciously stuck out her tongue.

She was genuinely afraid of what Hiroshi Furukawa might say, even though she had never experienced it herself, she could vaguely sense it.

Although the other person was a very nice person, she really didn't have any romantic feelings for him.

If the other party really wanted to say something, she really didn't know how to handle it.

Fortunately, the other party didn't say anything.

"It's alright, it's alright."

Makomo breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, she was thinking about whether she should attend Kyojuro's dinner party if he invited her.

Actually, she was quite curious about that 'Flame Pillar'.

…………

"Boss, if you ask me, this time when Lord Kyojuro invites Miss Makomo to the dinner party, you could..."

A swordsman approached Hiroshi Furukawa and offered advice to his boss.

"Yes, if Lord Kyojuro could put in a good word for us, we'd be even more confident. Lord Kyojuro would definitely be willing to help us with this..."

Before the first swordsman could finish speaking, the other swordsman interrupted and offered his own idea.

"Boss, boss..."

However, at this moment, 'Hiroshi Furukawa' seemed not to have heard his companion's words at all, his gaze fixed on the distance.

The swordsmen followed their leader's gaze with puzzlement, and saw a girl picking flowers with a flower basket on the mountainside in the distance.

In winter, there are very few flowers that can bloom, or even none at all.

"How strange, picking flowers in the deep mountains in the dead of winter."

A swordsman muttered, full of confusion.

"He's still just a child, and there's no adult to take care of him. Isn't he afraid of encountering danger?"

Another swordsman muttered.

Hiroshi Furukawa had already placed his hand on the hilt of his Nichirin Blade, his voice sounding somewhat hoarse with excitement: "That girl, I've seen her before."

All the swordsmen looked towards 'Hiroshi Furukawa'.

"This is the girl who was with the ghost that night."

Hiroshi Furukawa was practically gritting his teeth.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then seemed to understand something and showed extremely excited expressions.

Everyone thought they had no chance of catching the ghost and were about to give up, but unexpectedly, a turning point occurred here.

"Follow him quietly and see where he's going."

Hiroshi Furukawa gently stroked the blade, his eyes almost glowing with bloodlust.

"it is good."

A swordsman whispered, his voice filled with hatred: "I must kill this demon. I want to cut off his neck with my own hands."

“I’ll cut off his limbs.”

"I'm going to stab his eyes out with a knife."

………………

Winter wind

It was blowing whistlingly.

The cool wind blowing on her face was a bit cold, causing Kanao to involuntarily shrink her head.

Her uncle originally didn't want her to come out, but she wanted to pick flowers, and although he seemed reluctant, he didn't stop her.

"Although we can't pick the flowers Uncle wants right now, we should still pick some, and it would be best to pick a pretty one to give to Uncle."

The girl stood on tiptoe and looked around. All she saw was a vast expanse of white; in winter, almost no flowers would bloom.

Finding a flower is really, really difficult.

"We must find one."

The girl clenched her small fists, trying to encourage herself.

"It seems they really are looking for flowers?"

The swordsman, hidden in the shadows, squinted as he observed the girl.

"Boss, tell me, if this child is really with a ghost, why doesn't the ghost eat her?"

One of the swordsmen turned around and looked at 'Hiroshi Furukawa'.

"It's just food to store."

Hiroshi Furukawa lowered his eyes and said calmly, "Don't let them find out. This child has probably been bewitched by a demon."

"Yes, there are always some ghosts who are good at disguising themselves."

A swordsman sighed, "There are still some ghosts' relatives who are still stubbornly believing in ghosts."

Another swordsman said coldly, "In the end, they will all be eaten by ghosts. Ghosts are cruel and vicious creatures."

Hiroshi Furukawa squinted: "These ghosts, these disgusting things, should all be completely eliminated from this world."

"Boss, that girl walked ahead."

A swordsman nearby offered a reminder.

"Follow them."

Hiroshi Furukawa, with his back bent, quietly followed along with a group of swordsmen.

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"It's winter now, but after winter comes spring, and after spring comes summer, and that flower will bloom..."

Kanao walked on the snow carrying a flower basket, counting the days on her fingers.

When that day comes, she will pick the flowers for her uncle as soon as possible.

Uncle will definitely like it very much.

Thinking of her uncle's happy face, the girl's lips curled up slightly. She lightly jumped onto a rock and stood on tiptoe, looking around.

Suddenly, the girl's pinkish-purple eyes trembled slightly.

those people……

It was the same people who had chased his uncle that day, the ones who had made his uncle run away. They had come looking for him...

The girl jumped off the rock and walked quickly in one direction.

"Boss, have we been discovered?"

A swordsman turned to look at Hiroshi Furukawa and asked in a low voice.

"He's just a child, how could he possibly spot us?"

Hiroshi Furukawa looked up at the girl who had suddenly changed direction. The girl abruptly dropped the flower basket she was carrying and began to run quickly, almost shouting:

"Uncle, run!"

The girl's innocent voice echoed clearly throughout the mountains.

Not far in front of the girl was a cliff.

"Damn it, grab her quickly!"

"Hiroshi Furukawa" shouted to the swordsman who was closest to him.

Ahead, a swordsman suddenly darted out from the snow and quickly chased after the girl, tackling her almost instantly.

Holding the struggling child, the swordsman quickly returned, cursing, "Damn it, this child actually tried to jump off the cliff. I really don't know what she was thinking. She almost jumped off herself."

Where is that ghost?

"Hiroshi Furukawa asked, looking at the child who was still struggling."

Seeing the child pursing his lips and remaining silent, 'Hiroshi Furukawa' frowned deeply: "Don't be fooled by ghosts. Ghosts are cruel. No matter how good they are to you, they only see you as food for their reserves."

Kanao simply pursed her lips and said nothing.

"Damn it, do you want me to beat you up before you tell me?"

A swordsman stepped forward menacingly: "Foolish child, we're trying to save you, don't be stupid."

Kanao kept her lips pursed.

The swordsman raised his palm without hesitation, but the girl simply looked up at him.

"never mind."

Hiroshi Furukawa shook his head, stopping his companion, then looked at the girl and pointed to the mountains on the left: "Is that demon in this direction?"

Kanao nodded immediately.

"Let's go to the right."

Without hesitation, Hiroshi Furukawa led the group of swordsmen to the opposite right.