At that moment, Tan Zhilang felt as if his heart had stopped beating.

As a member of the Demon Slayer Team, Tan Zhilang had faced life and death trials numerous times, even battling against the Twelve Ghost Moons. He had felt the deadly intent emanating from those fearsome Evil Spirits countless times.

However, not even the Evil Spirits of Lower Rank in the Twelve Ghost Moons had ever unleashed such deadly intent!

This was not aimed at an enemy—it was more like the Destruction of everything! Centered around the young girl, everything around was about to collapse, all things would be utterly annihilated. Her heart was pounding violently, her lungs expanding wildly, her life instinctively trying to escape death, surpassing reason, almost driving Tan Zhilang to insanity!

But, he could not go insane!

"Miyakko!"

Tan Zhilang reached out and grabbed his sister firmly. At this moment, his sister no longer looked like the small girl she was before. Her body started to grow rapidly, veins bulging on her face, her fists clenched tightly, biting the bamboo tube furiously, glaring fiercely at Duanmu Huai. It was Miyakko’s instinct warning her, trying to completely break through her reason, controlling her body, and launching a desperate attack on the girl in front of her!

Even if she were to be killed by the other party, it’s better than waiting in Despair for the Shinigami to wield his blade!

But......

"Miyakko!"

Her brother’s voice reached Miyakko’s ears, akin to the fragile string of a kite caught in a hurricane, maintaining Miyakko’s last shred of reason.

She couldn’t make a move!

Miyakko could feel that the opponent’s focus was continuously locked onto her. If she dared to make a move, then in the next moment she would die!

Tsk, she really didn’t fall for it.

Glancing at Miyakko who was stubbornly holding on, Duanmu Huai frowned. Originally, he had decided that as soon as the Ghost Woman acted, he would immediately strike her down. But seeing now, it seemed difficult to do...... never mind, it doesn’t matter. Thinking of this, Duanmu Huai looked once again at the sleeping crowd before him.

According to Tan Zhilang, you’re having a sweet dream, right?

Presumably, in your dreams, you are very happy indeed.

Then...... let you witness firsthand the arrival of the Destruction of that happiness!

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At the same time, the figure standing at the head of the train furrowed his brows, turned around, and looked toward the train carriages.

What’s going on?

One of the Lower Rank Twelve Ghost Moons—Nightmare slightly furrowed his brow, the face that originally held a cocky smile also sank.

At first, everything went smoothly, all the people on the train entered the dreamland according to plan, they did not notice his presence. This was natural, Nightmare’s Blood Ghost Technique could forcibly send others to sleep and start dreaming, and in dreams, they had no awareness that they were dreaming. Moreover, the dreams they had were their cherished dreams, so naturally, they would not want to wake up.

And in this blissful dream, they would be entirely devoured by Nightmare—dying while holding onto their happy dream, isn’t that a form of release compared to the painful reality before them?

But then a small hiccup happened, one Ghost Hunter unexpectedly woke up from the dream.

However, he was not a Pillar, just a minor role, not worth mentioning. Furthermore, although he wanted to try, he could not wake the others—unless they voluntarily woke up.

But......what is this?

The killing intent coming toward him was as scorching as fire, even making the skin feel tingling pain—this sensation felt like sunlight shining on him—no, even more terrifying!

Who is it?

It wasn’t until then that Nightmare noticed there seemed to be an uninvited guest on this train.

The other party hasn’t fallen for his Blood Ghost Technique?

No choice, although a bit rash, it seems necessary to put her to sleep.

Nightmare raised his hand, but the next moment, he froze on the spot.

Because Nightmare saw, besides the mouth originally on his hand, there was now an extra eye, staring at him.

Eyes?

Why is there an eye on my hand?

The skin itches...... so itchy...... the whole body itches, like bugs crawling on me—is it an illusion? No, this isn’t an illusion......!

Nightmare suddenly opened his clothes, looked down, and then saw cysts bulging up on his body, they grew larger and then expanded, afterwards, they cracked open with a gap—tight from which eyeballs gushed out, turning, shifting direction, staring at Nightmare’s face.

"What...... exactly is this?"

The completely incomprehensible scene before him left Nightmare thoroughly dumbstruck, but that wasn’t all.

Those eyeballs also gradually cracked open, looking at those cracked eyeballs, Nightmare suddenly discovered his world was splitting in two, just like how his own eyes were cracking open—not, it’s not like it!

His eyes were really cracking open!

Inside the cracked eyes, tiny teeth could be seen, along with sharp tongues. They stared at Nightmare, incessantly opening and closing.

"Found......"

"Found..."

"Found..."

The fragmented whispers surfaced by the ears, like bugs crawling in through the ears, burrowing into the skull, entering the brain. Nightmare even felt his brain also starting to itch, like his cerebral cortex also started swelling, splitting, and then......

"Found, found, found, found, found, found......"