Demon Slayer: I will play the ancestor of the Flame Pillar

The night was dark, and the moon was shining brightly.

Late at night, the starry sky dimmed, and only a bright moon shone in the sky.

In the mansion of the Purgatory family, Purgatory Makijuro was lying on the couch, and several empty wine bottles were scattered on the ground in twos and threes.

The evening breeze blew gently over his back, and Makijuro unconsciously stretched out his hand to scratch his itch. The bright moonlight shone around him through the open door, reflecting the mess.

Da.

Suddenly, there was a low knocking sound from the roof, and the drunk man lying on the ground below trembled and opened his eyes silently.

Lin Heng, wrapped in a black cloak, stood on the tiles and whispered softly.

"It's all your fault. You landed on my shoulder so suddenly that I couldn't control the force of your fall."

Cuckoo didn't want to pay any attention to him at all. It leaned on his shoulder in silence and yawned continuously.

Damn it, whose owl yawns in the middle of the night!

It's really too much for the owl to travel in the daytime and be energetic at night. Cuckoo spread out its two claws and started swinging directly.

With an awkward smile, Lin Heng knew that what he did was not very authentic, and he couldn't help but touch his nose.

"Forget it, let's go down and give Makijuro a little shock of his ancestors."

With a slight tap of his toes, Lin Heng landed gently with Cuckoo and walked directly to the main house.

Oh?

Lin Heng's footsteps suddenly paused, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The evening breeze gently brushed over the threshold, and through the open door, the moonlight illuminated the messy ground, but the house was empty.

Someone who was snoring just now has disappeared silently.

"Oh my, what a surprise, there is no one inside."

Lin Heng's laughter was a little strange.

"He was here just now, it was because you scared him away, what a stupid cuckoo."

"Cuckoo? Cuckoo!"

Switch, just shake it hard.

Cuckoo glared and pecked back angrily.

Just as the man and the bird were arguing, a cold red sword blade silently emerged from the shadow behind them, and it accelerated in an instant to go straight to Lin Heng's back.

"I was really careless, I thought you really fell into a slump and became a drunkard."

A white hand stretched out from the cloak, Lin Heng casually picked up two fingers and gently pressed the attacking blade backwards.

So the fierce Sun Wheel Sword stopped in the air, unable to move forward.

"I'm so sorry. I think I looked down on you just now."

The man clenched the Sun Blade with his fingers, and trembled a few times. He tried hard but couldn't pull it out.

"Good evening, the moon is very bright tonight. I haven't seen it so clearly for a long time."

Lin Heng slowly turned his head and glanced at the visitor with his eyebrows lowered.

"I like this weather very much. What about you? Rengoku Makijuro."

"Who are you and what is your purpose here?"

Unlike Lin Heng's ease, Rengoku Makijuro, who was held by a knife, asked in shock.

The Rengoku family's mansion was so hidden, but if the other party hadn't accidentally made a sound and revealed a flaw, he wouldn't even know when they found his nest.

The other party was dressed in a black robe, hiding himself, and he had no good intentions. His full-strength sneak attack was actually blocked by one hand...

It was so powerful.

Cold sweat flowed down Makijuro's forehead. He was determined to die at this moment.

It's a pity that Kyojuro and Chijuro are outside and don't know the danger of the ancestral home.

Don't come back, Kyojuro and Chijuro, Makijuro prayed in his heart.

"Relax, don't stare at me with a bitter and vengeful look on your face, I won't eat you."

Lin Heng smiled at Makijuro who was on high alert, waved his hand to flick off the locked Nichirin Sword, and then took off the cloak wrapped around his body.

Under the moonlight, the golden-red long hair spread out like flames, and the boy's strange pupils looked directly at the decadent uncle with unshaven beard in front of him.

Apart from their temperament, the two look very similar.

"Ah? This, you are..."

Makijuro looked at the appearance of the boy in front of him, his brain crashed for a short time, and then he reacted immediately.

"It's you, the mysterious person who killed two lower-ranks in a single shot, saved me from the upper third, and then showed up in Tokyo to help Kyojuro."

Makijuro's tone suddenly became much more respectful, and his hostility also decreased, but his hands holding the Nichirin Sword did not dare to relax at all.

"Thank you for your help before. What should I call you, Bishamonten, or

It's Purgatory Hejuro. "

"It's up to you, but I'm probably more suitable for the title of Bishamonten now."

Lin Heng waved to Makijuro, telling him not to be nervous and to relax first.

"Put down the Nichirin Sword first. I just wanted to come back and have a look. I didn't expect to wake up a drunkard like you."

Come back and have a look? Makishuro remained silent, his brain starting to spin rapidly.

"Don't worry, it's not a combat situation. I hate being pointed at a knife. I mean no harm. Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to stand now."

"After all, you are really..."

Lin Heng smiled playfully, deliberately lengthening his voice, and his tone was a bit harsh.

"Too weak~"

Makijuro's eyes widened, his pupils dilated unnaturally, and his breathing became rapid.

Bold maniac, simply...

furious!