From Demon Slayer, the sword is invincible

The leading monk seemed to be thinking about something. His heart was beating in his throat as he looked at the stone pillar with a mirror-like surface.

"This samurai sir, ahhh~"

There was a flash of knife light, and an arm fell off. The monk covered his severed hand and screamed miserably. The young monks on both sides were already frightened and kept trembling there.

"I haven't asked you yet, but you're silent. Don't you understand what I'm saying? Or do you have other ideas?"

Feng Xiaodao sheathed the knife and looked at the monk in front of him coldly.

"Did your temple commit the crime of recently disappearing young girls? Hand her over." His voice was calm, yet it carried an unquestionable authority.

The broken-armed monk's broken hand was still dripping with blood. His face was as pale as paper. He looked at him in horror and shook his head desperately, saying, "We don't know what girl she is... There are only a few of us monks here..." His voice trembled rhythmically, and he seemed to have lost his last courage and resistance.

Feng Xiaodao frowned slightly, his eyes became sharp and cold. The knife in his hand was unsheathed again, flashing with cold light, like the sickle of the god of death. The broken-armed monk widened his eyes, filled with despair and fear, but he could not escape the punishment of fate.

In an instant, the knife flashed, the armless monk's head flew up, blood splattered everywhere, and his body fell to the ground, his life ended.

"I don't want to say it again." Feng Xiaodao said coldly. His eyes swept over the remaining monks. They were so scared that they were trembling all over and dared not speak again.

At this moment, a young monk suddenly cried and pointed to the backyard, "There! I saw many girls go in and never come out!

Please don't kill me, that's all I know. We are just new monks who haven't been exposed to many things!"

Yamaguchi followed quietly at the side. He was like a silent wooden man when Feng Xiaodao didn't say anything. At this moment, he finally understood why Feng Xiaodao wanted to act alone. Ordinary members of the Demon Slayer Corps would definitely not accept such an approach.

However, Yamaguchi also knew that this approach might be the fastest way to get clues. It was just the first time he discovered that the rumored good-natured Master Ichidao also had such a side. Yamaguchi had a different view from most people on this. Instead, he felt that Feng Xiaodao was more like a normal person at this moment.

Things that are perfect in every way feel fake and far away from myself. Lord Yidao must trust me by showing me this side of himself. I must not let him down!

After hearing this, Feng Xiaodao did not immediately go to the backyard to investigate, but continued to ask: "Has there been a gentle woman with a knife like me here today?"

"No, no, I really haven't found such a person. I am telling the truth. Please forgive me, sir warrior!" The novice monk was already kneeling on the ground, begging for mercy.

Feng Xiaodao was wondering where Kanae had gone. She had clearly come to this temple to investigate, but the little monk said he had never seen her?

Finally, they decided to go to the backyard to check it out. A flash of knife light appeared, and the novice monk who was begging for mercy and the novice monk who was in a daze all quieted down.

Yamaguchi was very confused as to why Feng Xiaodao did this. The two monks didn't look like bad people, and they told him everything they knew. So why did Master Yidao still kill them? Was there any detail that I hadn't discovered?

Feng Xiaodao also did not give any explanation to Yamaguchi. Firstly, it was a test for him, and secondly, he did not have enough time to explain slowly.

Then the two of them walked steadily towards the backyard, and Feng Xiaodao prayed secretly in his heart that he hoped he could get some clues there.

Entering the backyard, a strange smell hit my nose. The backyard was surrounded by high walls, which looked gloomy and depressing. Feng Xiaodao carefully observed every corner, not missing any clues.

Feng Xiaodao stopped in front of a remote room. The door was closed, but he could sense a strange atmosphere inside. He reached out, grasped the door handle, and gently pushed the door open.

The room was filled with a foul smell, and some women's clothes were scattered on the floor. Feng Xiaodao's eyes became serious, and he walked into the room step by step, searching vigilantly.

Suddenly, he heard a slight noise. Feng Xiaodao thought about something, so he stomped his foot on the ground and felt the feedback from the ground. Sure enough, he found an underground entrance in the corner of the room.

Feng Xiaodao signaled Shankou to open the underground entrance. Shankou quickly came to the entrance and lifted up the wooden floor. Feng Xiaodao went down the ladder into the basement. With the weak light, he saw rows of iron cages lined up on both sides of the tunnel.

Each cage contained a young girl. Their faces were haggard and their eyes revealed despair. Many of the cages were empty.

In the middle were a few drunk strong novice monks and some naked girls tied with iron chains. It was clear what had happened at a glance.

"Baga~" Yamaguchi couldn't help but curse when he saw this, and this curse also woke up a group of drunkards.

"Who are you and who brought you here?"

Feng Xiaodao stared at them with cold eyes, "You bunch of beasts, you are all my whetstones today!" His deep voice contained endless murderous intent.

The drunks were enraged and rushed towards Feng Xiaodao with their weapons in hand. "Kill these two intruders. Don't let them escape, or we will all die!"

However, how could they know who the person in front of them was? He was Master Yidao who could easily kill evil spirits! These evil spirits were terrifying enough for ordinary people, but in Feng Xiaodao's eyes, they were as small as ants.

And now, facing a group of ordinary people with flesh and blood but no heart, Feng Xiaodao is just like chopping melons and vegetables.

As the knife flashed, Feng Xiaodao's figure shuttled through the crowd like a ghost. Every swing of the knife would take away a life. The novice monks who were originally arrogant and domineering now watched in horror as their companions fell one by one, blood splattering on the ground.

At this time, Yamaguchi took the opportunity to cut off the locks and release the imprisoned girls.

In a short while, except for the leading novice monk, all the others had fallen in a pool of blood, without a breath. They didn't even have time to scream before they died. The leading novice monk stared at Feng Xiaodao with wide eyes and fear on his face, his body shaking constantly.

"Where are the remaining girls going?" Feng Xiaodao asked coldly.

The leading monk looked at the devil-like man in front of him and said tremblingly: "I really don't know, we are just responsible for guarding these girls!"

"And didn't you see a woman dressed similarly to me and carrying a knife?"

The pupils of the leading monk suddenly changed, and then he said in a sad tone: "I have never seen it, I really have never seen it, I have not even left this underground space."

"Yeah!"

Feng Xiaodao took a glance, then swung the knife in his hand, and the leading monk's head fell into a pool of blood with an incredulous look on his face.

"My lord warrior, I know the whereabouts of the woman you mentioned!"