LRAB Chapter 75 The Ghost That Broke In
Chapter 75 The Ghost That Broke In
Chapter 75 The Ghost That Broke In (2/4)
The dense winter rain fell, pattering against the rooftops, and the icy moisture blown by the wind made the already cold winter even colder.
The small room swayed under the rain, as if it might collapse at any moment.
This winter has been especially difficult for the Zaomen family, who live in such a house.
The father's departure left the family without its pillar of support, and with young children also involved, the entire family seemed on the verge of collapse at any moment.
Although things will be difficult in the future, and he is still very young, Tanjiro believes that as long as his family works hard enough, their lives will definitely get better and better.
Mother, sister, brother, everyone will move in the same direction.
He will shoulder the responsibilities that belong to a father. As the eldest son of the family, he will support the family, make it stable and reliable, and prevent the family from collapsing.
I won't let you down.
Tanjiro looked up at his father lying in the coffin and spoke silently.
"Sigh, Tanjiro, from now on, this family will all depend on you."
Saburo burned some paper money for Tanjiro Kamado, then went up to him and patted him on the shoulder as he looked at Tanjiro, who was still kneeling.
"Um."
Tanjiro nodded heavily, looked at his mother beside him, then at his younger sister Nezuko with red eyes, then at his younger brother who was already asleep in his room because of sleepiness, and then at the door of his sister's room.
"Grandpa Sanlang, I will do my best to support this family."
Tanjiro clenched his fist tightly.
"What a good child."
Saburo patted Tanjiro's head.
"We are also very grateful for Grandpa Sanlang's help today. If it weren't for Grandpa Sanlang's help, there would be many things we wouldn't understand."
Tanjiro looked grateful.
"What's the big deal? We're relatives with your family."
"I thank you no matter what."
"Sigh, Tanjiro, you are so polite and sensible, but there's no need for thanks."
"Um.
""
Tanjiro nodded, then looked at his father lying in the coffin, lost in thought: "Grandpa Saburo, tell me, where do people go when they die?"
"Who knows? I've heard that in Western countries, when people die, they go to a place called Heaven to become angels. In that mysterious Eastern country, when people die, they might become gods. Here we are—"
"Grandpa Sanlang, do you think it's possible for someone to become a ghost after they die?"
"Ha, people don't become ghosts when they die."
Sanlang shook his head.
"Grandpa Sanlang, do ghosts really exist in this world?"
Tanjiro turned around and looked at Saburo, his eyes filled with doubt.
"A ghost!"
Saburo seemed to have thought of something terrifying; his eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice carried a hint of fear: "Ghosts! They definitely exist."
Tanjiro's heart tightened: "And what kind of demon is that?"
"It's a terrifying monster that feeds on humans and comes out to eat people every night."
As he spoke, Sanlang unconsciously clenched his fists.
Tanjiro glanced at Saburo, then lowered his head again: "If we hide in the room at night, will we be safe?"
"No."
Saburo shook his head: "The ghost will break down the door, rush into the room, and eat everyone inside."
"call----"
A gust of wind suddenly blew, causing the room lights to flicker. Tanjiro looked nervously toward the door.
"However, there is no need to worry. Whenever the evil spirits come out to devour people, demon hunters will descend from the sky to protect humanity."
Saburo patted Tanjiro on the shoulder, smiling reassuringly: "Demon slayers are all very powerful. No matter how terrifying those demons are, they will have their heads chopped off by demon slayers—"
"Bang----"
While Saburo was still comforting Tanjiro, the door was suddenly kicked open, and a demon covered in blood rushed in, its scarlet eyes appearing icy cold in the flickering firelight.
"A ghost!"
Saburo seemed to have witnessed the most terrifying thing in the world. He hurriedly hid under the table behind him, his whole body trembling.
Although Kamado Kuiji was afraid, she still tremblingly spread her arms to protect Midouzi behind her.
Tanjiro instinctively retreated to where the axe was placed, his hand trembling as he gripped the handle. He recognized the man as the one his father had seen the previous night.
But back then, the other party wasn't like this. They weren't nearly as terrifying or filled with such malevolence as they are now, as if they had just killed a lot of people.
At this moment, the opponent looked exactly like a blood-soaked demon.
Is he a ghost?
Although he was terrified, Tanjiro still gripped his axe, his legs trembling as he stood up to protect his mother.
Su Mu burst into the house and ran straight to Tanjiro without hesitation.
Tanjiro thought the demon was coming for his house. Although he was terrified, he gripped the axe handle tightly: "I will never let you hurt my family."
"never."
It seemed as if she was encouraging herself, as if this would make her less afraid.
Although Kamado Aoi, the mother, was terrified and trembling violently, she mustered her courage at this moment and rushed forward, grabbing the demon's leg: "Tanjiro, Nezuko, quickly take your brother and sister and run away!"
Tanjiro was terrified and wanted to turn and run away, but how could he abandon his beloved mother? Seeing his mother almost risking her life to stop the demon, he roared and leaped forward, swinging his axe at the demon's head.
The ghost did not hide.
The axe struck the ghost's head, piercing its skull and tearing large chunks of flesh from its face, causing blood to drip like rain.
"Is he/she dead?"
Tanjiro was panting heavily in front of the demon.
"Tanjiro, the demon isn't dead! It can't die! An axe can't kill a demon! Run—run!"
Saburo, who had been hiding under the table, emerged shakily from beneath it, his eyes filled with despair: "We—we're all going to die, we're all going to die! Quick—quick, take your younger brother and sister and run! Run as many as you can!"
"But—but I, clearly, have already—"
Tanjiro could hardly believe it; he had clearly struck the demon's skull with his axe, almost splitting it open.
"ah!
""
A terrified voice came from Nidouzi.
Tanjiro suddenly looked at Nezuko, only to find that Nezuko was pointing behind him with a terrified expression.
Tanjiro couldn't help but look up and saw the blood-covered demon reach out and slowly pull the axe that had been cleaved into his skull from his flesh.
Crimson blood flowed almost down the axe handle, with a few drops even splashing onto Tanjiro's face, causing him to turn pale and tremble violently.
The axe struck right on the skull; how could he not die?
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