Demon Slayer: Tanjiro becomes a ghost, Nezuko becomes a pillar!

Chapter 166 The Perception of Danger

On the desolate wasteland where the train overturned.

Meanwhile, Mizuko lay quietly on a soft patch of grass, her consciousness still submerged in darkness, the shock of the train's collapse still lingering around her.

The Nichirin Blade also slipped from his hand and stuck diagonally into the soil.

While unconscious, her world was a blur, as if she were still in a turbulent, out-of-control train carriage, with all she could hear were the sounds of metal twisting and flesh disintegrating.

"Grinding beans in the stove..."

Her voice was clear and bright, carrying a reassuring power.

Midouzi's long eyelashes trembled slightly as she slowly awoke from her slumber.

She struggled to lift her heavy eyelids, and her blurry vision gradually focused.

The first thing he saw was Kyojuro Rengoku standing in front of him, with his usual cheerful and reliable smile on his face.

"Hmm, good, you're finally awake!"

When Kyojuro saw her open her eyes, his tone revealed obvious relief, and his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, was slightly relieved.

Midouzi was still a little dazed, her head was dizzy and throbbing, and she couldn't immediately realize where she was.

It wasn't until she subconsciously turned her head and looked in the direction behind Kyojuro that her pupils suddenly contracted—

That infinite train that was once completely enveloped in the flesh and blood of nightmares.

It had already derailed and overturned, the huge vehicle lying diagonally in the wilderness, its metal sheets twisted and broken, its windows shattered, and the smoke and dust had not yet completely dissipated, making it look like a complete mess.

"Those passengers..."

Midouzi instantly became more and more awake, her heart tightened, and she immediately struggled to get up.

Despite his physical aches and weakness, he only wanted to rush over and check on the passengers' safety as soon as possible.

But as soon as she moved, Kyojuro gently pressed down on her wrist, his strength gentle yet unyielding, stopping her in place.

"Take care of yourself first!"

Kyojuro's tone was firm and unwavering.

Only then did Midouzi follow his gaze and notice her left arm.

His sleeve was already torn, and a deep, long wound ran across his forearm, the flesh turned inside out, and blood slowly seeped out, staining the surrounding grass red.

Because she was so worried about the passengers, she didn't even notice her obvious pain.

"Don't worry, most of the passengers on the train only suffered minor injuries. They were more frightened than seriously injured. No one died. Focus on stopping your bleeding and treating your wound first."

Kyojuro withdrew his hand, his tone softening, carrying a reassuring power.

Midouzi took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down and stop acting impulsively.

She nodded, tore off a clean strip of cloth from her body, and carefully bandaged herself to stop the bleeding, her movements practiced and efficient.

But just as she was halfway through treating the wound, she suddenly stopped, as if she remembered something important, and abruptly looked up and around.

Within sight, there were only scattered train wreckage, scattered rubble and weeds, and passengers being orderly evacuated in the distance.

Tanjiro was nowhere to be seen.

There was no sound from Zenitsu.

There was also none of Inosuke's signature shouting.

A sense of unease crept into my heart.

Mizuko stopped what she was doing, looked up, her eyes filled with obvious panic and confusion, and stared at Kyojuro, her voice trembling slightly:

"Brother, where did Zenitsu and the others go?"

Kyojuro paused slightly, then answered frankly:

"The wild boar boy has woken up and is full of energy. He is currently helping the team evacuate passengers and is very active."

"As for that blond-haired boy..."

Upon hearing this, Midouzi's heart leaped into her throat, and she immediately pressed for an answer:

"What happened to Zenitsu? Is he alright?"

"He's fine, but when he woke up, he found himself hanging upside down on the car roof, which scared him so much that he screamed and fainted again."

Mizuko was taken aback, but then she imagined Zenitsu panicking and fainting. Her tense expression finally relaxed, and she couldn't help but chuckle softly.

However, Kyojuro's next words made her relax and tense up again, and her smile froze on her face.

"But your brother... I don't know where he is now."

"..."

The hand that was stopping the bleeding suddenly stopped, and the strip of cloth slipped from her fingertips.

She almost immediately dropped what she was holding, stood up abruptly, and frantically looked around anxiously, ignoring the pulling sensation from her wound.

As far as the eye could see, there were only orderly evacuating passengers and busy team members; there were no other familiar figures.

The only thing that could block the view and hide the unknown movements was the back of the overturned train ahead.

At the same time, Kyojuro's gaze turned solemnly toward the train, his brows furrowed slightly.

"Hmm... he might..."

Before he could finish speaking, an unusually terrifying aura suddenly swept in from the back of the train without warning.

The aura was cold, domineering, and filled with a destructive sense of oppression.

Midouzi froze, his hair standing on end, clearly sensing this suffocatingly strange feeling.

Something doesn't feel right.

Kyojuro spoke in a low voice, all his cheerfulness and gentleness vanishing, replaced by an unprecedented seriousness.

He slowly gripped the Nichirin Blade at his waist, the hilt held tightly in his palm.

Could there still be any remaining ghosts? But this oppressive feeling...

Even though they were separated by an entire train and were quite far apart, the aura still made the battle-hardened Kyojuro feel a distinct tremor in his heart.

That pressure was far beyond what a Lower Moon level creature could possess; it even surpassed Nightmare's, its level being unsettlingly high.

At the same moment, Midouzi's heart skipped a beat.

Her keen senses also detected the danger.

[Brother...it's my brother!]

Mi Douzi's face turned pale instantly, and the unease in her heart surged to the extreme.

"Mr. Purgatory..."

She spoke anxiously, but before she could finish, a crimson-gold flame suddenly erupted from the sky behind the train, illuminating half of the night sky.

"It's the boy from the kitchen!"

Kyojuro realized what was happening instantly and no longer hesitated.

He moved suddenly, his feet bursting with astonishing speed, like a burning meteor, speeding towards the back of the train.

Without further hesitation, Mizuko quickly tied the strip of cloth on her arm and bent down to pick up the Nichirin Blade from the ground.

She followed closely behind Kyojuro, her steps light and swift.

The two approached the overturned train at high speed, one after the other.

But just as they were about to circle around to the back of the train—

An extremely violent shockwave and ghostly energy suddenly exploded from the back of the train, forcefully pushing the heavy train wreckage toward them!

The sheet metal scraped against the ground, producing a piercing, terrifying sound that was impossible to avoid.

Faced with this sudden attack.

Kyojuro and Mizuko made their moves almost simultaneously.

"Flame Breathing - Fourth Form: Flooding Flames!"

"Rainbow Breathing, Second Form: Rainbow Tide!"