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

Chapter 18 Tanjiro Awakens

Midouzi's forehead was already covered in cold sweat, his cheeks were flushed red, and his arms were trembling slightly from the excessive force, but he still gritted his teeth and refused to let go.

Her gaze was fixed on the axe not far away. It was so close, yet she couldn't reach it, and her heart sank little by little.

Because the clapping monk ghost was slowly walking towards her, each step feeling like it was stepping on her heart.

[Damn it, damn it, so close, so close! What do I do? What do I do?!]

Midouzi roared wildly in her heart, but the bamboo basket that was desperately pressing down on her struggled even more violently.

The bamboo basket, which was originally wrapped in black cloth, was now deformed due to the crawling ghost's violent struggle.

The black cloth that was wrapped around the victim was also torn open with one tear after another.

Even so, Midouzi tried her best to suppress it. The roar of the crawling ghost came from the bamboo basket under her, making her feel the terror of the evil ghost up close for the first time.

Every struggle and howl of the crawling ghost made Midouzi's heart beat faster.

However, before Mizuko could come up with a solution, a huge shadow enveloped her, and the bright moonlight disappeared at that moment.

Midouzi looked up in horror and saw that the monk ghost was already standing in front of her.

Resentment and frustration completely overwhelmed Midouzi's heart.

Looking at her stubborn yet helpless appearance, the monk ghost slowly raised a ferocious arc to the corner of his blood-stained mouth, his voice cold and mocking.

"Now, answer me. Is compassion useful? Is Buddhism useful? Are those deceptive scriptures useful?"

He leaned down slightly, his tone even more mocking.

"I'm about to devour you. Then, who will stand up and shout 'I will never forgive you' to me?"

The mocking question clearly reached Midouzi's ears, but she did not back down in the slightest.

Instead, he stared intently into the eyes of the monk ghost, his jaw clenched, his voice trembling slightly but clear and resolute.

"If compassion is useless, why did you start by helping the villagers? If Buddhism is useless, why did you start by studying it? If scriptures are useless, why did you start by reading them? Ultimately, it's because your own spiritual practice is insufficient!"

Even with her life hanging by a thread, Midouzi still straightened her back and stubbornly retorted.

The crawling ghost in the bamboo basket beneath her seemed to sense the change in the monk ghost's aura, and its struggles gradually lessened, and its roars weakened.

Nidouzi's rhetorical question undoubtedly hit the monk ghost's deepest sore spot.

The image of that kind old monk from the past once again uncontrollably surfaced in his mind.

"If you hadn't been compassionate from the start, how could you have helped the villagers? If you weren't wholeheartedly devoted to good, how could you have studied Buddhism? If you didn't want to save all sentient beings, how could you have read the scriptures?"

Mizuko keenly sensed the crawling ghost's weakening struggles and felt the chill emanating from the monk ghost growing stronger.

But she remained vigilant, still holding the bamboo basket tightly, her gaze fixed on the monk ghost with increasing determination.

"If you truly had compassion ingrained in your very being, you would be like my brother, never harming others, never eating people, and never indiscriminately killing innocents. The way you are now, you have completely forgotten your original aspiration to become a monk!"

Mi Douzi's voice wasn't loud, but it was like a sharp knife, piercing through the monk ghost's layers of disguise and reaching the long-forgotten past deep within his heart.

"You...you...you're asking for it!"

The monk ghost completely lost control of his emotions, and his angry appearance became increasingly ferocious.

That withered hand was raised high at that moment, like a sharp blade, gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

While Tanjiro was unconscious, Rokuta's voice became clearer and clearer in his mind.

The smiles of Nidouzi, the appearance of his family, and the excruciating pain from the piercing wound in his chest gradually awakened his consciousness.

His eyelids twitched slightly, and a sharp pain shot through his healed chest wound.

"Brother, please, wake up! Sister really can't hold on much longer, please... wake up!"

Rokuta's voice seemed to transcend the barrier of life and death, penetrating straight into the depths of Tanjiro's soul.

The next instant, Tanjiro, who had been lying quietly on the grass, suddenly opened his eyes!

Those blood-red pupils were now filled with boundless rage.

The bloody hole in his chest healed instantly, with only the tattered clothes proving that he had been pierced through.

And the severed arms grew back in an instant at a speed that was almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

Over here, seeing the sharp hand blade slashing down at her from the monk demon, Mizuko knew she had no way to avoid it. She closed her eyes in despair, her heart filled with resentment and guilt.

I'm sorry, Mother, I couldn't protect my brother!

Just as the monk-demon's hand was about to touch Mizuko's head...

A faster and more ruthless figure suddenly rushed over!

"Bang—"

A deep, muffled thud echoed through the night sky. Tanjiro, now awake, mustered all his strength and kicked the monk demon hard in the chest!

The immense impact sent the monk ghost flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the temple wall with a deafening roar.

The temple walls collapsed almost instantly, sending rubble and dust flying everywhere.

The sudden loud noise made Nidouzi, who had been keeping his eyes closed, open them abruptly.

Upon seeing that familiar figure, tears welled up instantly, and her voice choked with sobs as she cried out.

"elder brother……"

Tanjiro turned his head and looked at Nezuko.

Her hair was disheveled, her face was streaked with tears, her forehead was covered in cold sweat, and her clothes were stained with mud and blood. She looked so disheveled that it was heartbreaking.

Then, glancing at the bamboo basket still swaying slightly beneath Midouzi, his eyes were replaced by extreme coldness.

The next second, Tanjiro reached out and pulled Nezuko up from the ground, holding her tightly behind him.

The bamboo basket, now free of its restraints, shook violently.

With a loud "clang".

The bamboo basket overturned on the ground, and the crawling ghost suddenly crawled out of it, letting out an angry roar.

Just as he was about to pounce on Nezuko again, Tanjiro stomped him hard on the ground.

A crisp "snap" sounded.

The crawling demon's ribs snapped instantly, and blood spilled from the corner of its mouth.

Tanjiro's foot ground down on its body with such force that it almost crushed it.

Those blood-red pupils were fixed on the struggling crawling ghost at his feet.

Those blood-red eyes were now filled with undisguised killing intent and violence.

The crawling demon twisted and turned wildly at his feet, but it couldn't break free no matter what it did, and could only let out a shrill and desperate scream.

However, when Tanjiro saw the crawling demon in this state, a cruel smile slowly crept onto his lips.

Hehehe~