Demon Slayer: I can create my own breathing

A Haidongqing with green feathers flew to Yuan Cangtai's shoulder, rubbing his face affectionately, and the cuckoo and the cuckoo flew to their respective owners' shoulders, repeating the task repeatedly.

Several people by the waterfall retreated from their cultivation state, and several of them had different expressions on their faces.

Rabbit was excited, Yiyong was expressionless, and Mako was worried about the missing girls.

Yuan Cang clenched his hand tightly in the knife, and he said to Master Scales: "Master Scales, without further ado, the four of us will set off, and more girls will be poisoned by evil spirits sooner." The

other three also stood beside him and said goodbye to Master Scale.

There are many plains in the northwest region, and there is a lack of trees, and Yuan Cangtai and the others are walking on the slightly desolate yellow land at this time.

The sun shone on their backs, the noon sun looked a little scorching, and several people were sweating profusely, Yuan Cangtai looked at the map given to him by Master Scales in his hand, and compared it to the faint house in front of him.

"I think I'm almost close to my destination, I look at the map like this, everyone refuel, and we'll rest in the town later." Yuan Cangtai said.

The four of them were wearing aqua blue feathers, and they wore a straw hat on their heads to shade the sun, which was made up by Yuan Cangtai for a few people on the road, and even a character like Yi Yong couldn't help but praise a few words, saying that Yuan Cangtai knew too many things.

The beads of sweat fell to the ground and were immediately evaporated by the high temperature, and several people couldn't stay in the hot weather, and they all felt relieved when they saw the town in the distance, and their steps quickened.

They enter the town's streets, which are lined with neatly lined up small shops and traditional Japanese buildings.

Walking through the streets of the town, Minamoto and his family saw residents wearing traditional kimonos leisurely walking through the streets, with the cries of vendors coming and going, and some holding shopping bags and looking for handicrafts in small shops.

Zhenhu couldn't help but sigh, "Will there be evil ghosts in such a peaceful village?" Yuan

Cangtai had already filled the other shops with water with the kettle, he picked up the kettle and took a sip, "Evil ghosts will not appear during the day, no matter how much prosperity will be hidden at night, you can't just look at the surface, I'll ask where the village of the mission is?" Then he

handed the kettle to Zhenhu, walked quickly to the vendor who was shouting and selling sugar gourds, and handed him a few copper plates.

"Little brother, do you know where Pingtian Village is going? A few of us went there to study, but we couldn't find the specific place. Yuan Cangtai asked.

The vendor selling sugar gourds looked at the knives on the waists of several people and felt that they didn't look like students, but he didn't dare to say it.

In these years, at least the people who go out with knives are at least the children of the practitioners, and if they accidentally provoke them, they will be in trouble.

He put the copper plate in his pocket and said, "Are you going to Hirata Village, walk along this road and you will see Hirata Village."

"But I've heard that it's not safe there lately, and that teenage girls often go missing, and people in the neighborhood don't even dare to send their daughters there during the day, so I advise you not to go there, lest your companions be in any danger."

Yuan Cangtai and the others exchanged a look, it seemed that they had found the right place, he smiled and said: "It's okay, after we come, you can rest assured and boldly go to that village to play, and we will solve this problem." The

young vendor pursed his lips, obviously not taking the words of the young man in front of him to heart, but only because others were customers that he did not put that disdain on his face.

Yuan Cangtai didn't care what others thought, and took a string of sugar gourds when he left, after all, he had already paid.

Casually handed the sugar gourd to Zhenhu, his expression was a little solemn, "Let's hurry up now, I'm afraid that if I delay another day, I will have one less girl." A

few people walked across the bridge, but Zhenhu suddenly grabbed the corner of his clothes, signaling Yuan Cangtai to look at the corner, a girl with blank eyes sat on the ground obediently, her clothes were tattered, she looked a little sluggish, and she was dragged with a rope, obviously to sell this girl.

Yuan Cangtai's eyes narrowed, and there was a murderous aura on his body.

He thought that Zhenhu and Rabbit were also the same identity, and he couldn't care about such a thing happening in front of him, and several people went there to try to save the girl, and at this time, two people stepped forward.

A girl with black hair, purple eyes, emerald green butterfly hairpins with pink edges on either side of her hair, and a standard Ghost Slayer uniform with colorful butterfly feathers on the outside appeared.

She was followed by a girl who was dressed similarly to her but a little shorter than her, and Yuan Cangtai heard the girl's soft and weak voice, "Excuse me, where did this girl come from, and why did you lead her with a rope?"

Then he pushed the girl's shoulders with his large, scarred hands, trying to get her out of the way.

Just when the girl behind her couldn't help but be about to make a move, a delicate boy stood in front of him.

Yuan Cangtai held the man's wrist tightly, his brows furrowed, "Didn't you hear her ask you where this girl came from? What is the hand stretched out for, don't you want it?"

Yuan Cangtai gradually increased the strength in his hand, and the face of the merchant with a full face turned red, how did he know that a random boy actually had so much strength.

"Quick... Let go, ah! my hand is about to break. The fierceness on the vendor's face disappeared, and he kept begging Yuan Cangtai for mercy to let him let go of his hand.

A weak voice came, "This little brother, let go, we still have something to ask him?" the girl spoke, gently brushing the butterfly logo behind her hair.

Yuan Cangtai turned his head, only to find that the girl who looked a few years older than him had a knife hanging from her waist with an orange jaw, a four-leaf clover shape, and an emerald green hilt.

And the girl behind her, who looks similar to her and should be a sister, also has a Japanese wheel knife around her waist.

This time it was their turn to be surprised, "You are also from the ghost killing team?" Yuan Cangtai let out a puzzled sound.

At this time, the girl also found that Yuan Cangtai had a Japanese wheel knife hanging from her waist, and when she saw the three people coming from behind, there was a hint of understanding in her eyes.

"You're the four people who won the last tryout, and I heard that you also formed a squad, which is big news for us. The girl said softly, and then stretched out her hand to Yuan Cangtai.

"The first time we met, my name was Butterfly Chana, you can call me Chana. The weak and boneless little hand and Yuan Cangtai parted with each other, leaving a touch of floral fragrance in the air.