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

Chapter 131 Action

Mizuko's eyes were slightly moist as she stared blankly at Tanjiro and Takeo in front of her. The warmth of their reunion, transcending life and death, almost melted her heart.

Her family, whom she missed day and night, were now standing right in front of her, their eyes gentle and their smiles warm.

Everything felt like it had returned to the ordinary and peaceful daily life before the disaster struck.

But the moment she heard Takeo say "Take Rokuta out to play," Mizuko subconsciously raised her hand and gently touched her back.

The familiar pink cherry blossom haori is nowhere to be seen, and the wooden box that she used to carry day and night, containing her brother's body, has now transformed into Rokuta, who is now peacefully lying on her back, sleeping soundly.

The Nichirin Blade she clutched tightly in her hand, which she used to slay demons and protect everything, had also quietly changed its appearance at some point.

It has been transformed into a roughly made but whimsical handmade windmill that turns gently in the wind, making a soft and gentle sound.

"Rokuta... Takeo... Brother, brother!"

Midouzi murmured intermittently, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible.

The next second, memories related to the Demon Slayer Corps flooded his mind: the battles against demons, the practice of breathing techniques, the sharpness of the Nichirin Blade, Tanjiro becoming a demon, his comrades-in-arms, and the mission and responsibility he bore...

Everything became blurry and distant at this moment, like a fleeting dream that could vanish at any moment.

The smoke rising from the chimney, the warmth of family, and the laughter of younger siblings are what truly matter.

That is the reality she most desires and cannot bear to part with.

Those heavy past events and brutal battles are gradually being peeled away and faded from her consciousness, as if they never existed.

"Sister, stop daydreaming! Brother said he's going to take us to town!"

Seeing that Mizuko was still standing there in a daze, Takeo immediately ran over with his short legs, grabbed her hand, pointed at Tanjiro beside him with his little finger, and said in a cheerful and expectant tone.

Tanjiro also raised his eyebrows and revealed his gentle smile as always, speaking softly to her.

"Nie Douzi, let's go to town together."

Mizuko could clearly feel the warmth from Takeo's small hand in her palm, and Rokuta's steady breathing was pressing heavily on her back.

That was the warmth she had lost once and never wanted to let go of again.

She stood there quietly, letting this false yet deadly tenderness envelop her for a very long time.

Under the slightly puzzled gazes of Tanjiro and Takeo, a gentle and sweet smile slowly appeared on her face.

"Okay, let's go together."

The moment she finished speaking, the illusion completely swallowed her last bit of consciousness.

In the real world of the Infinite Train, Mizuko, like all the other passengers who had fallen asleep in the carriage, lay limply on the corridor floor, a sweet smile on her face just like in her dream, completely immersed in the eternal dream woven by Nightmare, with no power to resist.

The phantom of the windmill in her hand vanished, and the Nichirin Blade lay quietly beside her, no longer emitting a trace of life.

In the other carriages, everyone else also succumbed to the temptation.

Kyojuro Rengoku lay on his back on the floor, his usually righteous and fiery face now adorned with an incredibly content and peaceful smile.

Clearly, he was reuniting with his deceased loved ones in his dream, immersed in the warmest illusion and unwilling to wake up.

Zenitsu Agatsuma sat curled up in the corner, grinning like a lovesick fool, drool almost dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Clearly, he was spending incredibly sweet time with Midouzi in his dream, completely immersed in her gentle embrace, and no longer had any sense of danger.

The train was eerily quiet, with only the clanging of wheels on the rails.

At the top of the train, four cold, sinister figures stood silently, looking down at the sleeping train, their scarlet eyes flashing with greed and cruelty.

Unable to suppress his bloodlust, Lower Moon Four licked his dry lips, his tone urgent and cruel.

"Great, they're all fast asleep! Now we can start the slaughter! Eat these humans one by one, leave no one alive!"

Lower Moon Three grinned, revealing sharp fangs, his gaze fixed on the carriage where Nezuko was, his greed evident in his eyes.

"Especially that little girl, she smells incredibly delicious, I want to be the first to eat her!"

As soon as the two Lower Moons finished speaking, Lower Moon Two was about to chime in.

Before he could utter a single word, Nightmare, who was standing at the very front with the String One pattern etched on his eye, suddenly turned his head slowly.

A twisted and chilling smile hung on that pale, sickly face, and his voice rang out lightly, carrying an undeniable pressure.

"Have you... forgotten about me?"

Lower Moon Three, Lower Moon Four, and Lower Moon Two were all taken aback and turned to look at Nightmare, their eyes filled with confusion and apprehension.

Nightmare slowly raised her hand, her fingertips gently gesturing in the air, her tone suddenly becoming manic and domineering.

"On this infinite train, I am the king. I weave dreams, I control life and death, and you... all must obey me."

As he spoke, he gestured wildly, his originally sickly smile gradually turning sinister and chilling. His cold gaze swept over the three Lower Moons, and his oppressive aura pressed down on them without any attempt to conceal it.

Lower Moon Three and Lower Moon Four felt a chill in their hearts, daring not to resist in the slightest, silently lowering their heads and remaining silent.

But Lower Moon Two remained upright, coldly meeting Nightmare's gaze with a firm tone, showing no fear whatsoever.

"I only obey Lord Muzan's orders. You are not worthy to order me around."

Upon hearing this, Nightmare did not get angry; instead, she smiled even more gently and sickly.

He slowly raised his bizarre right hand, which had a mouth attached to it. The crack opened and closed slightly, making a soft chewing sound, and aimed it directly at Lower Moon Two.

"Of course, of course, I am also Lord Muzan's most loyal and devout servant."

Nightmare's tone was sweet, but her eyes were icy cold. "And you are not."

Lower Moon Two's heart jolted, and his face instantly turned ugly.

He knew better than anyone the terror of the Nightmare Blood Demon Art. Once caught in it, one would be forcibly dragged into a dream, becoming a helpless prey with no chance to resist.

He gritted his teeth, his heart filled with resentment and anger, but in the end he dared not risk his life to resist. He could only lower his head in humiliation and speak in a muffled voice.

"……I see."

Seeing that all three Lower Moons had submitted, Nightmare immediately lowered his hand, reverting to his manic and affected manner, clapping his hands and chuckling.

"Oh dear, what's going on here? We're all working for Lord Muzan, why are we being so serious as family?"

After the joke, the smile on his face quickly vanished, replaced by an intense, almost morbid greed and cruelty.

He looked down at the sleeping carriages below and slowly gave the order in a sinister tone.

"Alright, do as I say. Don't rush to kill them. Go deep into their minds and destroy their mental core little by little. I want them to wake up as complete madmen, living in pain and chaos forever."

Upon hearing this, the three Lower Moons cursed him inwardly as a pervert, but dared not voice any objection and could only silently obey.

They knew very well that Enma wasn't simply cruel, but rather wanted to torture Tanjiro and his companions in this way, to curry favor with Lord Muzan in the most twisted way.

Just as the three Lower Moons were about to set off to infiltrate everyone's dreams and make their move.

Nightmare suddenly paused slightly, slowly lowered her head, and stared intently at the front of the train beneath her feet.

There, Tanjiro Kamado, now a demon, lies asleep.

A faint yet intensely hot aura was gradually awakening and rising from the depths of the dream.

In Tanjiro's illusion, the Kamado family's courtyard remains warm and peaceful, filled with laughter and serene moments.

But right in the middle of this false gentleness, a faint but determined flame suddenly ignited on Tanjiro's body.

The flames were small, yet they carried a heat that burned away all illusions, gradually scorching the threads of illusion that bound him.

As Nightmare gazed at the faint but persistent flame at her feet, a hint of seriousness appeared on her sickly face for the first time.

Tanjiro, who was fast asleep, had his brows slightly furrowed.

In a warm, illusory world, the most steadfast place in his heart is being gently awakened by the flames.

The false beauty is about to crumble.

(I'm back, friends! Happy Chinese New Year!)

(How was your New Year?)

(I'm quite tired. My original plan to update during the third year of junior high was delayed by a lot of other things.)

(Visiting relatives and friends for New Year's greetings, I'm exhausted!)

(Don't worry, I've been on a high-speed train for over ten hours and I'm back.)

(Next, regular updates will begin! Friends, the Rainbow Pillar is about to make its appearance.)

(I'm also learning AI animation, and I'll gradually turn the previous content into animations and post them on Douyin.)

(Look forward to it, comrades!)