Demon Slayer: I am a Demon.

Upon seeing this, Kanao struggled violently.

"Boss, we've found the child's footprints."

Not long after they had walked, a swordsman squatted down.

"Good, good, good."

Hiroshi Furukawa was overjoyed and stepped forward, then glanced at the child's feet again: "These are the child's footprints. Follow the footprints to find him."

"Uncle...run!"

Kanao struggled but couldn't break free, so she could only shout loudly again.

The child's anxious voice echoed throughout the area.

However, after only two shouts, he was knocked unconscious by a swordsman with a single palm strike.

Following the footprints, they soon disappeared in front of a cave.

Hiroshi Furukawa gripped the hilt of his Nichirin Blade, squinting at the cave not far away.

Looking from the light into the depths of the dark cave, one could vaguely see a silhouette in the darkness, and a pair of scarlet eyes.

At that moment, the owner of those scarlet eyes stood in the depths of darkness, silently watching them.

"Ghost, I've found you."

Hiroshi Furukawa gripped the hilt of his Nichirin Blade, grinned, and revealed a cruel smile:

"Let's see how you run this time!"

Chapter 72 You want me dead, so I have to die? (4/4)

Deep cave

Su Mu gripped his knife, standing silently in the darkness, his scarlet eyes fixed on the distant, fearful light.

On the other side, a group of swordsmen, dedicated to protecting humanity and eliminating evil spirits, were also looking at their own evil spirit.

He saw one of the swordsmen take out incense from his pocket and light it, and the faint scent of wisteria blossoms wafted out.

Just smelling these odors made me want to vomit for no reason, and I gradually felt weak.

He pursed his lips slightly, suppressing the discomfort in his body, and simply stood there with his sword, quietly watching the Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen and the child who had been knocked unconscious.

She gave Kanao a deep look, and then, almost without hesitation, turned and walked into the dark depths of the cave.

…………

Seeing the demon disappear into the darkness of the cave, Hiroshi Furukawa glanced at his companion who was holding the child: "You stay here."

"I……"

The swordsman was somewhat reluctant, but 'Hiroshi Furukawa' had already waved his hand:

"The rest of you, come with me inside and chase them."

After saying that, 'Hiroshi Furukawa' rushed into the cave first. The sudden transition from light to darkness made his vision blurry and he was not used to it. He immediately raised his Nichirin Blade in front of his chest for protection and his whole body was tense.

However, the anticipated attack did not occur.

Squinting to adjust to the darkness of the cave, I used the light from the campfire burning inside to see the entire cave.

The cave has a very lived-in feel; it seems this ghost has lived here for quite some time.

As Hiroshi Furukawa entered, the other six swordsmen followed in succession. Everyone held their breath and looked around, but they could not see the figure of the demon.

"Everyone be careful."

Hiroshi Furukawa reminded his companion and walked forward with his sword in hand.

"Tap~"

His foot seemed to step on something, making a sound like drumming. While keeping a watchful eye on his surroundings, Hiroshi Furukawa glanced at the ground and saw a child's rattle drum lying on the ground. On the drumhead, there seemed to be a cute girl drawn, vaguely resembling the face of the unconscious child outside.

Would a ghost make toys for a child?

Hiroshi Furukawa squinted his eyes.

"Clap..."

Suddenly, a sound came from deep within the cave ahead. Without hesitation, 'Hiroshi Furukawa' immediately drew his sword and charged forward.

The other swordsmen followed behind.

Just as the last swordsman turned into the side path—

The demon silently swooped down from the rock wall above! A blazing red blade of light slashed towards the swordsman's back.

The last swordsman reacted extremely quickly, instantly turning around and drawing his sword, while simultaneously activating his 'breathing'.

"Clang!"

Blades clashed instantly, sparks flying. The overwhelming power of the demon almost made the swordsman, who had just begun to breathe, let out a muffled groan and stagger back several steps.

Before the swordsman could regain his footing and the other swordsmen could return to his aid, the demon had already caught up like a shadow, wielding his sword with both hands and thrusting like lightning.

'puff! '

His chest was as thin as paper, easily pierced by the blade. The blade passed through his right chest and then abruptly withdrew. The dying swordsman's eyes widened, blood spilling from his mouth, his gaze filled with despair yet resolute determination. In the last moments of his life, he lunged forward and embraced the demon's body, trying to restrain its movements in his final moments and buy his teammates a chance to slay the evil spirit. He let out a cry of pain.

"Right now."

At the same moment, the swordsman who had recently returned to reinforce the city disregarded his injuries and roared as he slashed at the demon's neck with his sword.

As the demon broke free from the swordsman's embrace, he also raised his sword to parry.

At the same moment, two more swordsmen returned to reinforce, approaching from both sides with a flash of their blades.

A swordsman drew his sword and slashed at the demon's right leg, severing it almost instantly.

Another swordsman swung his sword and slashed at the demon's left hand, severing it instantly.

Located in a narrow part of the cave, due to the limited space, Hiroshi Furukawa and another swordsman were blocked by their companion and could not coordinate an attack immediately.

The demon, with only one arm, blocked the blade aimed at his neck. At that moment, the demon, now with only one leg, broke free from the dead swordsman's restraints. As he fell, his remaining right hand reached out and grabbed his severed right leg and left hand. With his remaining left leg, he pushed off the ground with tremendous force, sliding almost flat on the ground towards another cave tunnel.

"Whoosh!"

The swordsman who had just swung his sword to sever the demon's neck instantly swung his Nichirin Blade.

The Nichirin Blade pierced the demon's back like an arrow, passing right through his chest.

The ghost seemed oblivious, pressing its severed left leg and left hand against the break. The cut almost immediately began to wriggle and join together. Although it still looked somewhat disjointed, it was able to walk and move with difficulty.

The swordsman who lost his Nichirin Blade crouched down to check on his companion's condition. The swordsman who had just cut the demon's leg and hand immediately drew his sword and chased after him. 'Hiroshi Furukawa', who had made room for him, also leaped out instantly, overtaking his companion and rushing to the demon's front. He then slashed fiercely at the demon. The remaining swordsman could only follow behind with his sword, ready to provide assistance at any time.

As the demon squinted, he parried with his sword and then struck back 'Hiroshi Furukawa' with another blow. At the same time, two swords pierced through the demon's chest from both sides.

"Cough cough..."

As the demon coughed up blood, it retreated rapidly. The two swordsmen pulled out the two knives that had pierced its body. As the knives were pulled out, crimson blood spurted from the hole in the demon's chest.

Retreating to a narrow mountain path barely wide enough for one person, the ghost stood silently, knife in hand.

Hiroshi Furukawa stopped and looked at the demon standing in the narrow cave that could only accommodate one person. He held his knife but did not attack immediately.

The other two swordsmen also stood next to 'Hiroshi Furukawa', staring fiercely at the demon, their bodies radiating a murderous aura.

At this moment, both the ghost and the human were breathing heavily.

Hiroshi Furukawa did not attack immediately because the position of the demon was too narrow, allowing only one person to move, which was not conducive to team coordination.

For the swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps, slaying demons is never a solitary endeavor.

'call! '

Su Mu, now a demon, let out a heavy sigh. Holding his sword, he coldly stared at the group of swordsmen before him. At this moment, his wounds were causing him excruciating pain, but he simply stood silently and calmly in the narrow cave, not uttering a sound, just calmly watching these Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen who wanted to cut off his neck.

"Boss, Ryota is dead."

A painful sound came from behind Hiroshi Furukawa, causing his eyes to turn bloodshot as he gripped the knife. Ryota was the first of his companions to be attacked by the demon.

"You deserve to die."

Hiroshi Furukawa gritted his teeth and stared at the demon in front of him.

Su Mu simply raised his crimson eyes and silently looked at the swordsman before him, his hand lightly stroking the blade:

"Can you decide my life or death?"

The ghost's voice was very soft, and its eyes were slightly lowered.

"Do you think I'll just die because you want me to?"

Chapter 73 A Pair of Crimson in the Darkness (5/4)

"Do you think I'll die just because you want me to?"

Su Mu gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, leaning against the narrow mountain path, his eyes lowered.

"That doesn't make sense."

The only response to Su Mu was the figure of Hiroshi Furukawa, who silently stepped forward with a knife in hand; no one would reason with a ghost.

There's no reasoning with ghosts.

If there is any logic to it, it is only this: use a Nichirin Blade to sever the demon's neck and end its sinful life. That is the only logical explanation.

Because the cave was narrow and not conducive to teamwork, Hiroshi Furukawa, as the team leader, went first.

The sound of my feet hitting the ground was very clear.

Su Mu, knife in hand, silently stepped back, looking at the group of people, and said in a low voice, "I am different from other ghosts."

No swordsman answered the demon's question. The swordsmen's silence was colder than the blades. Hiroshi Furukawa, sword in hand, approached step by step, his eyes like those of a hawk, almost fixed on the demon.

Su Mu suddenly laughed. From the moment he became a demon, he had no expectations for the Demon Slayer Corps. Now, he had only tried it out, and it seemed that, as he thought, it was meaningless.

Do you know how your previous teammates died?

He suddenly spoke in a low voice, and the ghost's body bent slightly at that moment. He gripped the knife tightly, lowered his center of gravity, and bent his legs slightly, a very standard sword-drawing posture.

“He kept begging me, saying he didn’t want to die, he still wanted to live.” His eyes were slightly lowered, his tone calm, yet every word was piercing: “But I still killed him with a single blow, stabbing him in the chin, through the bone, through the top of his head. He died… so tragically. He said… he was in so much pain, he missed his family, missed his mother, missed you teammates…”