harleyscars Chapter 62 The Village of Evil Spirits
Chapter 62 The Village of Evil Spirits
Zenitsu nodded repeatedly when he saw the questioning look that Nezuko was giving him.
"Yes, yes, Mizuko-chan, it's really dangerous there!"
As soon as Zenitsu finished speaking, the chuutaro in Mameko's hand flew to the top of Zenitsu's head and began to peck at him vigorously.
"Aaaaaaah! It hurts! It hurts!"
Seeing this scene, Midouzi smiled and spoke.
"It's alright, Zenitsu. My mission is there too. Let's go together. I'll protect you!"
Upon hearing Nezuko's words, Zenitsu and Kizutaro both raised their heads, but the next second, Zenitsu straightened up.
"How can I let Mizuko protect me? I should be the one protecting Mizuko. Don't worry, I'll protect you!"
Zenitsu patted his chest, looking very confident.
Chutaro, perched on Zenitsu's head, looked down in disbelief at Zenitsu beneath his feet.
"I believe in Zenitsu, you can do it!"
After giving Zenitsu a sweet smile, Mizuko turned and headed towards the mission's destination.
Zenitsu was completely captivated by Nezuko's smile, and followed behind her with unsteady steps.
However, a strong heartbeat could be heard coming from the wooden box behind Midouzi.
Zenitsu stared at the box for a long time, but after looking at Nezuko's face turned to the side, he completely forgot about the box.
Chatting and laughing all the way, Nezuko and Zenitsu arrived at an abandoned village.
The once clear sky turned overcast, with thick clouds blocking out the sun, as if night had fallen prematurely.
Broken walls and ruins are covered with withered vines, and the wind sweeps through the empty streets and alleys, carrying withered leaves. The silence is so profound that only the sound of the wind can be heard, creating an indescribable eeriness.
A gentle breeze swept past them, causing Nezuko and Zenitsu's expressions to change instantly.
Midouzi stared intently at the village entrance, a sense of danger washing over her.
Zenitsu, standing to the side, swallowed hard, suppressing his fear as he looked around.
"Nei Douzi Jiang...this place...this place is a bit eerie!"
Zenitsu, his teeth chattering, spoke cautiously.
Looking at the lifeless village, Midouzi nodded.
"Zenitsu, be careful. Something feels off about this place!"
"Niedouzi Jiang, how about... we leave here first and wait for the others?"
"It's alright, Zenitsu. I'll stay in front, you just need to stay behind me!"
After saying that, Mizuko took the lead and entered the village. Zenitsu looked at Mizuko's back, glanced around in fear, and then gritted his teeth and followed her in.
With Zenitsu's help, Mizuko made two torches and began investigating the impoverished village, one by one.
Looking at the almost collapsed walls around her and the gradually darkening sky, Mizuko amplified her senses, vigilantly observing the changes around her.
Zenitsu kept looking around, afraid that a demon might run out from a corner at any moment.
Little did they know that their investigation was being watched by a pair of horrifying eyes.
As they passed each dilapidated house, one or two pairs of eyes, gleaming with a fierce light, would light up in the darkness, staring intently at their figures with a bloodthirsty greed.
Inside the grand manor in the center of the village, a demon with the character "Lower Moon Six" etched in its eye sat leisurely, its fingertips casually stroking the windowsill.
The next second, it suddenly raised its eyes, accurately capturing the aura of the outsider, and slowly stood up.
Suddenly, a rustling sound came from a corner of the manor, and several hideous demons crawled out, drooling and waiting for orders.
"Hmm? Just two humans."
It stood by the window, able to see the two swaying torches from a distance, and said in an extremely indifferent tone, "Never mind, I'll give you something to eat."
As soon as the words were spoken, several evil spirits let out suppressed, excited growls and quickly retreated into the darkness.
"As long as I consume those rare bloodstains I captured tonight, my strength will definitely reach a new level."
Lower Moon Six's gaze darkened, a greedy smile curling at the corner of his mouth as he spoke arrogantly.
"Once I complete the mission assigned by Lord Muzan, I will launch the Blood War of the Lower Moon One. The position of Lower Moon One will be mine sooner or later!"
He slowly turned his head, his gaze sweeping menacingly into the depths of the room.
There, in the corner, three children huddled together, trembling like leaves, their mouths tightly covered, afraid to make a sound, their eyes filled with extreme fear, not even daring to shed a tear.
While exploring the village, Nezuko and Zenitsu suddenly heard a noise.
Then, Nidouzi stopped and slowly looked to the left and right, while her ears twitched slightly.
Are we surrounded? I didn't expect there to be so many ghosts here.
According to Nezuko's perception, all the surrounding rooms were filled with evil spirits, staring intently at her and Zenitsu from the darkness.
Zenitsu was too frightened to move. He could clearly hear that he and Nezuko were surrounded.
【What to do? What to do? There are so many ghosts! People are going to die! People are going to die! Maybe I should take Mi Douzi and run away! There are just too many ghosts here!】
Zenitsu kept shouting in his heart, trying to find a place that wasn't surrounded by demons.
But in his fear, he didn't dare turn his head to look.
However, Tanjiro, who was inside the box, moved his nose and his blood-red eyes became serious.
[Nie Douzi is in danger!]
Tanjiro slowly prepared himself, ready to leave the wooden box at any moment and protect Nezuko.
The breeze gradually subsided, and for a moment the village was eerily silent.
Mizuko cautiously looked around, her right hand slowly reaching for the Nichirin Blade at her waist.
The torch held in his left hand also emitted a faint "sizzling" sound.
The firelight flickered, occasionally illuminating pairs of pale hands in the darkness.
As the firelight illuminated them, pairs of pale hands were slowly approaching them.
Mizuko slowly looked to the left and right, [Ten evil spirits?] confirming the number of spirits in her mind.
Zenitsu, in this tense moment, had his face flushed red, dared not make a sound, and even his breathing was slowly becoming weak.
The next second, another gust of wind blew by, and the flames of the two torches were instantly extinguished.
The moment the flames went out was like the fuse that ignited a major battle.
"Ah—!" Zenitsu was so frightened that his soul almost left his body. He screamed, but before he could finish, he fainted and fell straight to the ground.
"Zenitsu!" Nezuko exclaimed in surprise, but it was too late to reach out and help him.
A dozen or so dark figures burst forth from the darkness, their claws whistling through the air and their fangs gleaming coldly, all lunging at Mi Douzi!