Knocked Dead with One Slap
It was like an injured centipede, constantly twitching.
Immediately afterwards, endless flesh and blood gushed out, abruptly stopping the train that had been moving.
"Bang bang bang"
Starting from the very front, the train began to derail.
Inside the train, Kyojuro and the others, who were fighting against flesh and blood, also noticed the strange thing outside.
"Is this going to backfire?"
With a frown, Kyojuro then slashed through the flesh that had just reached out.
After being severed, this time the flesh did not retract and then extend back as before.
On the contrary, this flesh and blood seemed to have gone "mad," completely inadequate to sustain its own damage.
"These guys are in a slightly different situation."
A thoughtful glint appeared in Kyojuro's eyes as he subtly dodged away.
"Something must have happened to that ghost."
After thinking for a while, Kyojuro came up with the most reasonable possibility.
He then quickly ran to one side of the carriage.
Grip the Nichirin Blade tightly, then slash out with force.
"Boom!"
With Kyojuro's force, everything, from flesh and blood to the carriage walls below, was blasted apart.
With a gentle breeze, Kyojuro was able to see the situation outside.
Upon seeing this, his eyes widened immediately.
The scenery outside kept changing, just like the view on a roller coaster.
Realizing what was happening outside, Kyojuro quickly turned around and swung his sword forcefully.
A massive burst of flame erupted from the Nichirin Blade, scorching everything around it to ashes.
Taking advantage of this attack, the surrounding flesh and blood were finally forced back temporarily.
Having caught his breath, Kyojuro did not choose to rest.
After taking a deep breath, he turned around and rushed towards another carriage.
In just a few seconds, he arrived at the carriage where Inosuke and the other two were.
"Protect the passengers, the train is about to derail!"
Before the others could react, he vanished from the spot.
Only three people remained, still pondering what Kyojuro had said, with some confusion still lingering.
They weren't unaware of the strangeness of the train, but none of the three possessed Kyojuro's ability to break through the carriage walls and see what was happening outside.
In the end, Zenitsu was the first to react.
"It must be the demon that the Mister Scribe and Tanjiro were fighting."
After thinking for a while, he spoke to Inosuke and Nezuko.
Although we don't know the specifics, let's do as Mr. Kyojuro says.
Inosuke and Nezuko exchanged a glance and then nodded.
After all, one of them grew up in the mountains, and the other often stayed in the mountains and rarely went out.
His understanding of trains was far less than Zenitsu's.
With that in mind, they ran to three different locations to prepare to protect the passengers.
As Kyojuro informed the three, Tanjiro also made his response.
After confirming that he was safe, he rushed straight towards the Train Conductor.
In his view, if he left it alone, the other party would likely die in this fluctuation.
To avoid feeling guilty, he directly pushed the Train Conductor down onto his body.
Immediately afterwards, he felt everything go black and his whole body started spinning.
While the train was turbulent, the Rokuro took the opportunity to do something sneaky.
Seeing that the Scribe was no longer watching him, he rushed to the wall and jumped slightly.
He grabbed the Byakuya that had been blasted into the wall, then smashed through the carriage wall and rushed over.
The Scribe naturally noticed the other party's subtle actions.
However, he didn't care about such things.
With a flash, his figure disappeared from the spot.
One second later, the entire train flipped over.
After a series of crackling sounds, the train, which had been traveling on the tracks, rolled to the side.
Before he lost consciousness, Tanjiro had only two thoughts in his mind.
"I can't die, and I don't want anyone else to die."
After an unknown amount of time, Tanjiro felt someone shaking his body.
Wake up, Tanjiro, wake up.
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He slowly opened his eyes and saw the Scribe's face.
"The Mister Scribe?"
"It's me."
With a smile, the Scribe continued speaking to him.
"It seems you haven't completely lost consciousness yet."
After a short while, Tanjiro seemed to realize something and his eyes widened instantly.
"Where is the Train Conductor? And what about the others?!"
He suddenly stood up, but then felt a pain in his body.
"Don't get agitated."
As if to soothe him slightly, the Scribe gestured to Tanjiro not to make such a violent movement.
Although Tanjiro did not suffer any fatal injuries, he inevitably suffered an impact during the shaking.
At this moment, several of his ribs were broken.
"They are all fine."
Pointing to the unconscious Train Conductor not far away, Scribe said calmly.
Thanks to your protection, that guy was completely unharmed, and the others were fine too.
"Is that so? That's good."
Tanjiro smiled, a look of relief on his face.
"I can't move for the time being, so please go and help the other passengers Mister Scribe."
Although nothing happened, Tanjiro was still worried about leaving those people on the overturned train.
In addition, some people might appear unharmed from the outside, just like him, which made him even more worried.
Are you all alright?
At that moment, a shout suddenly rang out.
Looking in the direction of the sound, Tanjiro saw Zenitsu and the others running towards them.
We are both fine.
After explaining what had happened to the three of them briefly, Inosuke was the first to get restless.
"That guy actually tried to ambush you?!"
Even through the hood, Scribe could hear the anger in his words.
He pointed at the unconscious Train Conductor, as if he wanted to kick him a couple of times.
If Nezuko hadn't held him back, he probably would have already started.
"This kind of guy should just be left alone; it would be best if his leg was crushed by a train."
Although he didn't take any action, Inosuke was still somewhat displeased.
His words were filled with anger towards that guy.
"If we don't do anything, that guy will die."
With a sigh, Tanjiro looked at the Train Conductor was still unconscious.
"He probably already knows he was wrong, so let's not treat him like this."
After saying that, Tanjiro seemed a little uneasy and added another sentence.
Please.
Upon hearing Tanjiro say this, Inosuke immediately became interested.
"Snort."
Even through the hood, Scribe could hear the "pride" in Inosuke's words.
"There's nothing I can do. I'm the boss, so I can't ignore my little brother's request."
"But."
Inosuke paused for a moment when he got to this point.
"After he has rested, I'm going to pluck all his hair out."
With his arms outstretched in a pose, Inosuke made a muscle-flexing motion.
"It's better not to do that."
After a wry smile, Tanjiro collapsed to the ground, looking up at the starry sky.
"It seems like dawn is approaching."
After briefly assessing the time, he began to regulate his breathing.
As Tanjiro adjusted his breathing, a writhing mass of flesh suddenly crawled out from the broken train.
Chapter 331 Slap Him to Death
"It's all those two guys' fault, it's all their fault!"
At this moment, the clearest images in Enmu's mind were the faces of the Scribe and Kyojuro.
"I was essentially holding two hundred hostages, and this is how it turned out!"
In Enmu's view, if it weren't for the appearance of the Scribe and Tanjiro, she would never have ended up like this.
Although Inosuke, Zenitsu, and Nezuko were also fighting hard, Kyojuro was the main force in the carriage.
If he, the Flame Pillar, were to exist, he could at least devour some people.
With these humans by his side, he could wear down Tanjiro's physical strength and energy while simultaneously engaging in combat that depleted his resources.
However, Kyojuro's appearance meant that he never had the chance to eat humans.
With the combined efforts of Zenitsu and the others, he felt even worse.
As for the Scribe, that goes without saying.
Because of his presence, the Rokuro and the Byakuya were either broken or dared not move.
Otherwise, with the help of the Rokuro, he could at least recover his health.