Traveling with Indra

Ming Luo practiced in the hotel next to the station, ate three meals a day and waited for the sunset. At about four o'clock in the afternoon, the tool man Chuanshan came back, holding a suitcase in his hands, running back and knocking on the door.

"I am back."

The investigation went smoothly. Mingluo saw a lot of information, photos of the deceased and the wounds, which did not look man-made. The design of the train was also confirmed, and there was no difference with other vehicles.

"The power system is normal, and the deceased was not the type to make enemies."

Ming Luo looked through the information carefully and thanked him for his hard work. She told him to go eat and she would read the information slowly. "I can carry the weapons myself. You should take a rest after running all day."

"This... isn't this too bad?" Chuanshan scratched the back of his head in a simple manner. He was originally there to help carry the weapons.

Ming Luo asked him to have a good rest, as they would be working together for a long time in the future and their tacit understanding would be developed slowly. She also didn't want to have to be distracted by protecting another person while hunting ghosts.

"I'm sorry, I'm still feeling weak."

"There's no such thing." Chuanshan waved his hands quickly. This was a big problem. If an evil ghost appeared, he would not be able to help and might even become a burden. It would be better for him to just do his own thing honestly.

The lights were still on at the station, and people were coming out of the hotel to catch the train. Ming Luo was carrying a wooden box on her back, walking on the street in thick-heeled leather shoes. Her footsteps were very conspicuous, and she was afraid that she would be noticed by the ghost.

With a few tiny screams, she pulled out a metal slide from the wooden box, stepped on it and locked it. She stuffed the box into the Golden Spirit Mirror, searched it, and flew up.

Achieve skateboard-style 'sword flying'!

Ming Luo felt a little proud in her heart. Although she needed physical strength to ensure that she would not fall down, if she could stick to it in the future, she would be able to achieve real sword flying.

From a distance, I saw two figures in the alley. There was a girl on the ground, and an evil ghost was holding her. He scratched the girl's face with his fingertips, obviously intending to kill her.

This evil ghost was bald, with a pale blue complexion like a zombie, and strange blue stripes on his body. Ming Luo controlled several black flying knives to kill silently, and when they were within 20 centimeters, the blades shone with golden light, piercing the evil ghost so that he couldn't open his eyes.

Golden Wheel Windmill!

Ming Luo quickly controlled them to assemble and cut the evil ghost's neck.

"Ah!" The evil ghost screamed and found that the hostage in his hand was gone. He subconsciously chose to escape.

Whoosh whoosh—

The flying knife followed, but it was obviously not as fast as the evil ghost. Its speed was so fast that it was eight blocks faster than the world champion of long-distance running.

"Did he escape?" Ming Luo could only ask Raven to find the medical team. Her knowledge of first aid was very limited, and she could only stop the bleeding roughly.

Ming Luo called the medical team and continued patrolling in the dark. To deal with such a fast-moving evil spirit, a trap must be set. Only by trapping it in a small space where it cannot escape can it be killed.

[As long as the evil spirits don't escape from the vicinity of the station. ]

This is where the Demon Slayer Corps' logistical advantage comes into play. Need a warehouse with a metal door? We'll rent it right away. Need windows reinforced? No problem. Need reconnaissance assistance? The Ravens are here to help.

Ming Luo was very satisfied with the logistics. In the cool night breeze blowing in the dark alley, she disguised herself as a weak and helpless girl, wearing straw sandals and looking around with her neck shrunk. She exuded a faint aura, a pleasant smell that tempted the evil spirits.

At the moment the metal door closed, the bald speed demon became alert. Seeing the overwhelming golden light, countless metal reamers were cutting in the narrow space. Now, no matter where he ran, he was cut by the sharp knife, and pieces of blood and flesh flew around, making him scream in pain.

"I'll kill you!" The speed demon pounced on the hooded Ming Luo, and his nails left a metallic feel on her body.

what is this?

Is she wearing any armor?

Pfft!

A metal flying knife pierced into the evil ghost's body and nailed him to the wall. Seeing the rotating golden wheel getting closer and closer, the evil ghost quickly closed his eyes.

Rather than running away and being tortured, it is better to just accept his fate. Severe pain exploded in his neck, and his neck was cut by the rotating golden wheel, and he felt relieved.

"Ghost hunters are getting worse and worse." The speed demon cursed at last. What happened to the agreement to cut off the head with one knife? It hurts so much to have the neck sawed open. It's too much.

"I'm a newbie." Ming Luo threw away her hood with a little disgust. It was full of the blood of evil spirits and it smelled terrible.

——The speed demon died with his eyes open.

Ming Luo thus became an official member of the Demon Slayer Corps. After hearing her mission report about learning from each other's strengths and making up for each other's weaknesses, Shinobu Kocho felt that they had many similarities in their thinking.

However, disappearances are still occurring on the Infinite Train at the station, and it looks like there are other evil spirits wandering around.

Infinite train?

This is all too familiar.

Mingluo asked if there were other ghost hunters, or if she was alone. She was thinking about how to report the intelligence properly, which was a technical job.

"Do you need support?" Chuanshan asked softly. Did he feel danger?

"Not for now. You guys investigate how many people are missing. I'm going to take a ride on the Infinity Train."

"Yes!"

—That night—

Mingluo boarded the train and again refused to travel with anyone, asking Chuanshan to pick her up at the station. There were quite a few people on the train, and they were talking to each other. She silently recited the cultivation formula and fell asleep as the ticket was checked.

Ming Luo opened her eyes in a daze. She saw herself in the rental house, and the alarm clock on the bedside was ticking, telling her to go to work. Ming Luo touched the alarm clock and smashed it hard on the ground. Seeing the plastic shell of the alarm clock shattered into pieces, she felt a sense of relief.

"I've wanted to do this for a long time! But I'm too poor to smash it." Ming Luo snorted, stood up and yawned.

"A Luo, what's wrong with you?" A strange female voice spoke, with a young face and worried look.

Ming Luo looked at her parents and felt that they were so fake. She was no longer at the age where she needed her parents, and she would no longer imagine that if they existed, she would not have to work so hard.

"I'm not a child anymore. These things are just delusions from my childhood." Ming Luo curled her lips, her spiritual power running wildly, tearing apart the surrounding dreams.

Ming Luo opened her eyes from her seat and saw a girl trying to tie a hemp rope around her. As if her awakeness had frightened someone, she raised the ice needle in her hand and stabbed directly at her.

Ming Luo controlled the metal to stop, and saw the girl with twin ponytails with a look of astonishment on her face. She turned her eyes to the severed hand with the word "一" written on it, and raised the corners of her lips indifferently: "Now, why don't you let me join a high sect, become a soul cultivator, rebuild my body, and ascend on the spot."

[If such a dream really existed, I might be able to obtain the immortal cultivation technique for free? ]

Lower Moon One Nightmare: ...This Demon Slayer Corps member is very ill.