Demon Slayer: Muzan, will you dance too?

"The first group of swordsmen disappeared at the same time. The villagers who woke up in the morning suddenly found that they had vanished. Some people said that they had gone into the mountains, while others said that they saw them leave overnight... I don't know if it's true or not."

"During this period, seven children in the village have mysteriously disappeared, and there are no signs of wild animals breaking into their homes."

Some mountain dwellers said that the disaster was brought about by disrespect for the mountain god.

The departing team members reported back to Kiyokawa Izumi one after another.

Qingchuan Quan has been busy lately, chatting with the enthusiastic old man, who also made him a cup of hot tea, some wild fruits from his own garden, and some simple snacks.

"Is it a ghost?"

The old man's words still echoed in my ears.

No wonder they were so enthusiastic.

This man's ancestors had come into contact with swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps. Although he had never seen a demon and had lived here for most of his life, he firmly believed in the stories passed down from his ancestors.

His grandmother had close contact with these kinds of people, but gradually withdrew from the scene as she grew older and returned to the village where she was born and raised.

But the story was passed down from generation to generation. He heard a lot of these stories when he was a child, and he never doubted that his grandmother was lying to him, because his grandmother never told lies.

"Those young swordsmen disappeared suddenly without a sound. Be careful, they might be very powerful demons!"

My grandmother once said that some evil spirits possess abilities beyond imagination.

If you can, please, you must get rid of this man-eating monster!

The old man earnestly made the request.

The existence of evil spirits has seriously affected the people living here.

Some people were filled with anxiety and even considered leaving.

Families who lose children suffer an unbearable blow.

Some even gave absurd suggestions, such as resuming the worship of the mountain god.

Chaos was gradually emerging, and while we watched with growing anxiety, we felt powerless to do anything about it.

After listening attentively to all of this, Kiyokawa Izumi had a rough idea of ​​what kind of person this woman's grandmother was.

They must have been members of the Hidden faction at the time.

Compared to frontline combat personnel, the casualty rate of the Hidden Members is indeed not high. As they get older, they want to retire and live a normal life. Given the personality of the Demon Slayer Corps Master, it is unlikely that he would make things too difficult for these support personnel.

"Based on preliminary assessments, the evil spirits here likely possess the ability to make people disappear silently."

It's highly likely to be Blood Demon Art!

Tonight, you two will work in pairs, and you are not allowed to separate under any circumstances, nor are you allowed to act rashly, understand?

Kiyokawa Izumi commanded in a very stern tone.

"yes!"

The team members responded in unison.

Given their unknown strength and capabilities, it would be foolish to act separately.

Despite receiving assurances from his teammates, he was still somewhat uneasy and could only reiterate his point.

"Even if it's just to relieve stress, you have to go together. You need to make sure your teammates are always in your line of sight, and you can't be more than two meters apart. Do you understand?"

"clear!"

Seeing how serious Zhu was, the team members naturally dared not let their guard down.

I didn't think this person was making a fuss over nothing.

To make five professional swordsmen disappear silently, even if they weren't one of the Twelve Demon Moons, their strength was probably not much different.

……

Night fell quickly, and Kiyokawa Izumi declined the old man's offer to stay overnight, setting off on his own.

The order not to separate clearly did not include him—with his strength, if he was killed before he even had time to react, what difference would it make whether he was separated from the others or not?

The Sharingan was not used, clearly indicating that he was preparing for the upcoming battle and deliberately preserving his state.

The village was shrouded in darkness at night, with no electricity. Only spontaneously organized young people, carrying torches or lanterns, searched for people in batches.

With strange things happening one after another, how could they possibly sleep soundly?

In families with children, adults often have to get up four or five times a night, fearing that their child might mysteriously disappear.

Therefore, the atmosphere in the entire village was very oppressive.

The fact that Kiyokawa Izumi and his demon-slaying swordsmen were moving around here did not arouse the villagers' suspicion—mainly because a very influential person had come forward to vouch for them.

that's it.

More than three hours passed in a flash.

Nothing happened!

The patrolling swordsmen were neither attacked nor mysteriously disappeared.

Everything was so peaceful.

Kiyokawa Izumi rubbed his temples. He hated this kind of hide-and-seek the most. It wasn't difficult to kill the evil spirits, but it was difficult to find them. Killing a spirit took half a minute, but finding it might take several days.

"When did this thing appear here? Who put it here?"

"How is that possible? We just walked through here not long ago..."

"this……"

"What are you talking about?"

Kiyokawa Izumi's patrol area overlaps with these two groups, and he can see them every now and then, which makes it easier for him to determine if anything has happened to the two groups of swordsmen.

Upon hearing the sound, they naturally rushed over with all their might.

"On the patrol route, three jade pots suddenly appeared. I wonder whose prank it was... It's just..."

"Step back!"

Kiyokawa Izumi's usually calm face revealed an unprecedentedly solemn expression.