After killing monsters and getting Gojo cats

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Chapter 35

And behind me, I didn't know.

"Is there really a ghost in this train?" Agatsuma Zenitsu looked around with a timid look.

"Hmm..." Rengoku Kyojuro's eyes were bright and he expressed his confusion in a very determined tone, "It's very strange! How come there really seems to be no smell of ghosts!"

"Hey--!! How could this be!"

The train was still moving forward, the carriages were shaking slightly, and there was a "click-click" sound.

Tanjiro Kamado, who was standing by, suddenly became alert with his nose moving.

"What's wrong?"

Rengoku Kyojuro noticed his abnormality.

"I smelled a very strong smell of ghosts not far away, and a very strong smell of blood." Tanjiro Kamado frowned, "Right--"

"Here!"

He pointed to a house half-hidden by the jungle that the train was about to pass.

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"Automatically accept the dungeon mission: Get off the bus" (completed)

"Automatically accept the dungeon mission: Rescue survivors" (uncompleted)

After arriving at the destination, I was put down by Gojo Satoru. Looking at the scene in front of me, I felt nauseous.

It was really too tragic.

The blood stained the walls of the house dark like ink in the dark night, and my nose was filled with the disgusting smell of rust. The wound on my back began to hurt again, burning, but I felt very cold.

This is just a dungeon.

I kept telling myself so.

Just like the games I played before, the dungeon will reset the progress after the CD is refreshed.

——Isn't it like this?

But why do I keep feeling cold all over.

With the moonlight, I saw several bloody corpses in the pool of blood, missing arms and legs, and not in human form. Except for the blood bars on their heads that were gradually getting darker, there was almost nothing else to prove that they were once human beings in the world.

I staggered towards the inside of the house, and then heard a faint cry.

"Help, help..."

I ran towards the source of the sound in a panic,

stepping on the blood. Then I saw a man leaning against the wall in the corner, whose health bar was rapidly decreasing. His arm was gone, and his head was covered in blood. In the dark night, he looked at me with a pair of complicated eyes that burst out with despair and the desire to survive.

I squatted down in front of him, and then began to frantically take out the healing potion from my backpack. I tried to hand it to him at first, but when I saw that he seemed unable to raise his hand, I planned to unscrew the bottle cap and pour it into his mouth...