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

Chapter 132 My Blood Demon Art

Through the cold, thick sheet metal beneath her feet, Enmu stared silently at Tanjiro lying in the cockpit, her gaze lingering there for a long time.

A smile, tinged with amusement and curiosity, slowly crept onto his pale, sickly face, and his pupils, etched with the Lower Moon One pattern, gleamed with unprecedented interest.

He could clearly sense that the boy beneath his feet, now a ghost, still had a flicker of fire within him, even though he was deeply immersed in the perfect dream he had woven.

It struggled and throbbed stubbornly, completely out of place with the deathly silence and slumbering atmosphere around it.

The Lower Moon Two, Lower Moon Three, and Lower Moon Four, who were standing nearby, also noticed something amiss and turned their gazes toward the metal sheet beneath their feet.

A faint yet distinct ghostly aura slowly seeped out from the carriage, originating from the same source as them, yet carrying a completely different kind of heat and fierceness.

Unlike ordinary evil spirits that are cold and murky, it is like a cluster of flames burning in the darkness, stubborn and determined.

"What an interesting ghost, clearly lost in a beautiful dream, yet still resisting."

Nightmare licked his dry lips, his tone filled with morbid pleasure. He raised his hand and waved it lightly, his voice light yet carrying an unquestionable command.

"You three go deal with the others, tear those brats and the Flame Pillar's spiritual core apart bit by bit. As for this brat who has turned into a demon, I'll take care of it."

The three Lower Moons exchanged a brief glance, said nothing, and dared not voice any objections.

Under the eerie and powerful pressure of the nightmare, their figures swayed and instantly turned into three black shadows, disappearing on top of the speeding train engine.

"Let me see for myself what you've been doing in this haven of comfort I've created..."

Nightmare lowered his head and pressed it close to the metal sheet, the smile on his lips becoming increasingly distorted.

He slowly activated the Blood Demon Technique, and a wisp of invisible spiritual power pierced through the metal.

Silently, it ventured into the depths of Tanjiro's dream, wanting to uncover everything about this strange little brat.

At this moment, in Tanjiro's dream, there is still that warm and peaceful Kamado family house.

Smoke curls from the chimneys, the sun shines warmly, and the younger siblings laugh and chase each other in the yard.

His mother sat on the veranda mending clothes, and everything he had longed for day and night since losing her was so real that he almost became completely immersed in it.

He quietly savored the long-lost, tangible warmth of home, as if all the weariness and pain in his heart had been soothed, and he only wanted to stay in this moment of peace forever.

But amidst this extreme tenderness, a strange feeling suddenly crept up my limbs and bones.

Tanjiro frowned sharply, clearly sensing that something was wrong with his body.

Beneath his skin, it seemed as if clusters of invisible flames were burning quietly, scorching yet harmless.

The burning sensation grew clearer and stronger, as if it were trying to break free from his very bones and burn everything around him.

He looked around in confusion. He could clearly hear his younger siblings laughing and playing in the yard. His mother's kind face was right in front of him. The furnishings inside the house and the mountains and forests outside the door were all perfect and without the slightest abnormality.

But that distinct burning sensation lingered around him, like a leech clinging to his bone, impossible to shake off.

Tanjiro subconsciously twitched his nose, and the scorching heat of the burning flames instantly wafted into his nostrils, strong and familiar.

But when he looked up, he saw no trace of fire in any corner he could reach. The houses were intact, the plants were peaceful, and there wasn't even a spark.

"Brother, what's wrong? You've seemed very flustered since earlier. Did something happen?"

Noticing his unusual behavior, Midouzi quickly walked to his side, looked up at him with her clear eyes full of worry, and gently tugged at his sleeve.

The other younger siblings also stopped playing and looked over, their little faces full of concern.

"Brother, are you too tired? If you're not feeling well, sit down and rest for a bit."

Tanjiro opened his mouth, as if to tell everyone that he could smell the burning flames.

But everything before him was so normal it was almost eerie. There was no smoke, no heat, no sign of a fire. Even he himself began to wonder if his days of running around had made him hallucinate.

What exactly happened... Where did the fire start? Was it the firewood inside the house, or the grass and trees outside? Why can I smell something, but I can't find the source...?

Tanjiro pondered to himself, a nameless unease spreading through his heart.

He could no longer sit still, and suddenly stood up, quickly searching back and forth in the small hut.

From the stove inside the house to the woodpile in the yard, from the clutter under the eaves to the forest behind the house, every corner was carefully searched, but still nothing was found.

His younger siblings stood there, looking at his back-and-forth figure with puzzled expressions, not understanding what their usually composed older brother was looking for.

"Tanjiro, what's wrong with you? What are you looking for?"

At this moment, his mother also put down her needlework, walked quickly to his side, her gentle voice full of worry, and reached out to touch his forehead to see if he was feeling unwell.

Tanjiro stopped anxiously, about to explain that he had smelled a strong burning smell, but he couldn't find any fire. The words stuck in his throat, and he didn't know how to explain it.

Just then, Midouzi stepped forward again, gently took his hand, her palm soft and warm, and her worried voice softly sounded.

"Brother, what happened? Don't scare us. You must tell Midouzi what's wrong."

Holding his sister's warm hand, Tanjiro's emotions calmed down a little. He still looked around, his brows furrowed, his tone filled with barely concealed anxiety.

"Niedouzi, I smell a strong, burning fire nearby, but I can't find it anywhere!"

"But brother, nothing here burned, everything is fine."

Midouzi tilted her head, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

"It's precisely because there's nothing there that I'm even more anxious... I'm afraid something might have quietly started burning, and by the time I discover it, it will be too late, but that smell... that smell is like... like..."

As he was speaking, Tanjiro suddenly stopped, his eyes glazed over, staring blankly at the gentle and worried Nezuko in front of him, as if a thunderbolt had suddenly exploded in his mind.

Those memories that had been deliberately buried by the illusion surged up all at once at this moment.

Seeing that he suddenly froze, Mi Douzi took another step forward and asked anxiously, "Brother, what does it look like? Tell me quickly."

Tanjiro continued to stare at her intently. After a long while, he slowly spoke, his voice as soft as a whisper, yet carrying a power that pierced through illusion:

"Like... my Blood Demon Art."