Why is the health bar displayed in the world?

It’s better to end like this. At least, I can go see my parents and my unborn brother or sister.

He closed his eyes and gave up resisting. He really didn't have the strength to resist.

The sound of wind breaking through the air appeared in my ears.

But the next second, he suddenly opened his eyes.

The gate of Hades did not open to him.

That was not the sound of the devil's claws waving in the air.

So, what causes the sound?

Taro Murakami found the answer.

That was the sound of a knife breaking through the air.

The demon's body was torn into pieces, literally to pieces. The limbs, the head, were all separated from the torso.

The one who caused all this was a young man, who was wearing a strange suit of clothes, which, judging from the texture, was made of expensive materials.

"Oh, I forgot that what I have in my hand is not the Sun Blade."

Murakami Taro heard the other party say this.

Then, he saw the man stretch out his right hand and hook it, and his own Sun Blade that had fallen on the ground flew into his hand.

Then, the gorgeous sword light appeared.

Very beautiful.

"Little guy, you are a swordsman, right?"

"!"

Murakami Dalang woke up from his trance and looked at the man in front of him.

……

The evil ghost died quickly and without any pain.

Even if the opponent loses his neck due to a mistake, it doesn't matter. If you pierce the opponent's heart and head with the Nichirin Sword, they will most likely not be resurrected.

In fact, ghosts are not that scary. Their self-healing ability is limited. Under the suppression of heavy firepower, they may not be able to heal themselves and die. If ghosts are really perpetual motion machines with infinite energy.

——Then the capitalists will probably be delighted.

Li Mo considered using this ghost to do experiments, but considering the current situation, he gave up the idea.

Murakami Taro.

A very Japanese name.

This was the name of the Demon Slayer he had saved. His rank was not low, he was a Gen. He was considered a lower-middle-level soldier.

But the Demon Slayer Corps can even replace pillars very quickly, not to mention ordinary swordsmen.

Li Mo had seen many swordsmen of the same level die. After hearing about the death of his companion, he remained silent.

It seemed like he hadn't heard such news for a long time.

"So, this is near Tokyo?"

"Yes, my lord."

No wonder it looks so familiar.

Li Mo looked around, memories emerging in his mind. He was sure that he had been here before.

He had stopped in Tokyo before, even though this place was once the territory of the Flame Pillar...

That's all in the past.

It is normal for the Demon Slayer Corps to travel all over the country.

“Is that place still there?”

Li Mo mentioned a place name.

There is a ramen restaurant in Tokyo. The owner of the restaurant is acquainted with Flame Pillar Rengoku Shinjuro. The cooking skills are very good. At least Li Mo is very happy to go there to eat ramen.

At the same time, it is also the intelligence point of the Demon Slayer Corps.

If you want to know the latest information, that is the best place.

"It's still there," said Murakami Taro.

He vaguely felt that the other party should be a member of the Demon Slayer Corps. But why wasn't the other party wearing the uniform of the Demon Slayer Corps?

Even the "Pillars" would wear the same clothes, except that they would have an extra layer of haori on top.

"Oh, I see. I understand, thank you. By the way, take the Sun Wheel Sword. Practice more after you go back and pay attention to safety." Li Mo placed the Sun Wheel Sword in the other person's hand.

For the swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps, the Nichirin Sword is their life.

Losing the Nichirin Sword is like losing your life. Ghosts won't reason with you.

It was rare for a swordsman to be saved by himself when he lost his Sun Blade, as happened today. In Li Mo's memory, such a situation rarely occurred.

He has been to the rescue many times before.

"The hidden people are here too, so I'll leave first."

Li Mo said.

The secret agents in charge of logistics may not know the most information. It is better to go to the intelligence gathering point of the Demon Slayer Corps.

——Who made my own crow not be here? If it were here, it would be easy.

Murakami Taro watched Li Mo leave.

He didn't know the other person's name. But when he saw the other person leaving, he felt that something was missing.

What's the difference?

When the hidden people came and lifted him onto the stretcher, he knew what was missing.

There is no haori to wear.

Chapter 220: The Pillars Three Years Later

Tokyo is as lively as ever. Even after dark, it is still very lively here.

Even though the shogunate system had collapsed, the emperor came to Tokyo from Kyoto, and the city was also an important foreign port. Looking at the billowing black air from the factory, you can tell that this place is not deserted.

Even today's Tokyo has the rudiments of a city that never sleeps.

When Li Mo appeared on the streets of Tokyo again, he had changed his modern clothes into clothes that were more in line with the current era.

He went to a clothing store and bought a set of clothes.

The money was the money of the Demon Slayer World. It was the money left when he left the Demon Slayer World last time. At that time, many of his things were thrown into the system's inventory. Time has proven that the inventory is the safest place.

After changing his clothes, Li Mo headed towards a familiar place. Tokyo is very big, and at least he didn't see anyone familiar with him along the way.

In fact, I don’t know that many people in this world.

I don’t know how many are still alive.

He could actually go find Ms. Tamayo who was doing research in Tokyo. But now Ms. Tamayo has already cooperated with the Demon Slayer Corps, and it is still unknown whether she is still there.

Not nearly as correct as here.

The noodle shop that serves as the information point for the Demon Slayer Corps is actually located in a small alley. It is located in a remote area, but there is a lot of traffic. It is a place that connects the bustling streets and residential areas. If someone wants to take a shortcut, this is the best place to go.

Not everyone has a private car.

Looking at the door of the noodle shop, the pattern on it seemed to be similar to the last time he came. For a moment, he stopped waiting.

Li Mo pushed open the door.

"Guest, we are about to take a break here, look..."

"Why, as a boss, are you going to kick people out without even checking who the customers are?"

Li Mo interrupted his boss's speech.

The boss, who was originally wiping the stove with his head down, raised his head.

His expression was complicated.

Surprise, confusion...all kinds of emotions appeared on his face.

It was like seeing a dead person.

"You're not really dead."

This was the other party's first sentence.

Seeing the other person's expression, Li Mo found it interesting and closed the door with his toes. He then walked towards the middle-aged boss and asked, "Why, do you want me to die?"

"No, I'm just a little excited. Who would dislike the return of "Pillar"... You were really missing back then." After all, the boss was a man who had seen the world. He adjusted his emotions and spoke.

Li Mo said: "For Chana Hui-san, it is indeed a disappearance."

"Want something to eat?"

"Of course, I haven't had dinner yet, so is there any problem with the old rules?"

"no problem."

It’s still the same rhythm as before.

Li Mo sat down in his seat. The environment here was the same as before, without any changes. Everything matched what he remembered. The initial panic had now become much calmer.

So he asked, "Demon Slayer Corps...how is the situation recently?"

"What do you want to know?"

"How is the Lord's health?"

The boss stood in front of the pot, the broth inside was still on fire, he bent down and added some coal to make the dying flame more vigorous. The broth, which had not yet cooled, still needed to wait a while before it could be put in.

"In the past three years, the Lord's health has not deteriorated."

"Three years..."