It was quiet in the detention room.
Except for the set of clothes thrown in at the beginning, no one came again for the time being.
Saitama held the clothes in his hands and was considering whether to travel around the world.
I didn't do anything wrong either.
If you have to be locked up for a long time, it will be unbearable.
Just when Saitama hesitated.
The boy who was locked up with Saitama was also quietly sizing him up.
Although the young man had a lot to ask, he didn't know how to ask for a while.
…
if…
If there is nothing wrong with your sense of smell.
Just now on the street, the curly-haired man in a suit who was knocked down by the bald man in front of him should be the ancestor of all ghosts - Mukai Onibatsuji.
The smell on his body was exactly the same as the smell left when all his family members were exterminated!
But if that person is really Muzan Kibutsuji...
Isn't it a little ridiculous that this unattractive bald man actually almost chopped Kibutsuji Mu into an imbecile with one strike of his sword
"That...that..."
After hesitating for a long time, the young man decided to speak and bowed to Saitama politely: "Hello, my name is Tanjiro Kamado. Although I saw the truth of what happened just now, I still can't help you..."
"Ah, don't worry about it."
Saitama came back to his senses and waved his hand: "I also taught that guy a lesson. No matter which world you are in, it seems that there are such ruffians who attack people randomly."
"That person...maybe not an ordinary gangster..."
Tanjiro pinched his fingers, organized his words, and then asked Saitama: "Excuse me, what is your name?"
Saitama blinked: "Saitama."
"Mr. Saitama..."
Tanjiro looked at Saitama, his eyes full of sincerity: "This is the first time I have seen a strong person like you, Mr. Saitama, but after you go out, please be careful. That person just now... even if it is not Ghost Dance Tsuji Mukai, he must be a ghost." , maybe he will come back to take revenge on Mr. Saitama... "
"Wuxian? What is that?"
Saitama thought for a while, then clapped his hands: "Ah, is he a very powerful weirdo in the local area? It doesn't matter, I'm super strong..."
"It's not a weirdo, it's a ghost."
Tanjiro explained very seriously: "Maybe you won't believe it, Mr. Saitama, but there are indeed ghosts in this world. Some ghosts have unique 'blood ghost techniques'. Mr. Saitama is indeed very strong, but if you are not prepared, if… "
Before he finished speaking, Tanjiro suddenly smelled the smell of ghosts approaching!
"Oops!"
Tanjiro reached out to pull out the sword, but failed. Then he remembered that the Nichirin sword had been taken away when he was imprisoned!
And just then!
"Boom!!!"!
The wall of the detention room suddenly burst!
A handball flew in like a cannonball and hit Saitama hard on the back of the head! Make a loud noise!
"Mr. Saitama!"
Tanjiro shouted nervously, trying to rush over to protect Saitama.
But even though the handball that could easily break the wall hit the very fragile back of the human head, Saitama couldn't even shake it.
The smoke from the impact gradually rose up, and the handball fell weakly to the ground.
Saitama turned around with a dark face.
Outside the detention room, such a voice came...
"As expected, it's hidden here... Speaking of which, Zhushamaru, what you did was immature or too simple. Kill everyone here..."
"You are so annoying. Thanks to my handball, I was able to clear this place so quickly..."
but…
After a while, something seemed to be wrong outside.
"Strange, why didn't the handball fly back?"
"And the impact sound was only once..."
Just when the two ghosts outside the house were confused.
They saw a bald man holding a handball slowly walk out of the detention room.
"I said you two brats..."
Originally Saitama just had black lines all over his face.
But when he walked out of the detention room and saw corpses on the ground and rivers of blood, the black lines gradually disappeared and the painting style began to change.
“…”
Saitama looked at them: "Did you do it?"
"?"
The two ghosts looked at each other: "Of course it's us..."
The words are not finished yet.
"Bang!" A muffled sound!
The female ghost named Zhu Shamaru's head exploded on the spot, and her body fell to the ground helplessly.
Not far away, Saitama stretched out his right hand to make a fist, still retaining his energy.
There was dead silence.
Even Tanjiro, who rushed out to find the Nichirin Sword, stayed there, his mind blank.
He has also killed ghosts.
But only after a hard fight and then cutting off the neck with the nichirin sword can the ghost be eliminated.
Mr. Saitama, he...
He just punched the ghost, without even touching it, and punched the ghost's head open!
this world…
How could anyone be so strong?
And at this time.
Yawaha, who came with Zhu Samaru, was even more horrified when he saw his accomplice who fell next to him and never got up again!
wrong!
This is impossible!
Only by cutting off the neck with the Nichirin Sword or being directly irradiated by the sun can the ghost's regeneration be prevented and the ghost be completely killed!
Apart from that, it doesn’t matter even if your body is broken into pieces!
But…
After his head exploded, Zhu Samaru never got up again.
Die cleanly!
Yapayu felt an inexplicable chill from the soles of his feet to the top of his head! Even his hands began to tremble unconsciously.
He turned back stiffly and looked at the bald man standing in front of him...
That’s right…
it's him!
The person that Onibatsuji-sama wants to kill is him!
But it was clearly the Twelve Ghost Moons, but in front of him, he didn't even have time to react and was killed like a bed bug...
This bald guy... is the real monster! ! !
escape!
The further away the better! ! !
Yapayu's intuition was screaming hysterically to warn him!
But…
How should we communicate with Mr. Onibatsuji
"Bastard...bastard..."
Yapayu raised his hands, and the eyes in his palms suddenly opened: "You are just a mere human, I can kill you easily! Don't underestimate my vampire technique - Hongjie..."
The words are not finished yet.
Saitama threw another punch.
The huge impact directly crushed Yapayu's entire body until nothing was left!
They killed countless people in the past.
But this time.
Kicked the iron plate.
Before he died, he didn't even finish reciting the name of his vampire technique.
…
"Saita...Mr. Saitama..."
Tanjiro looked at Saitama blankly: "You are really... so strong."
"ah."
Saitama glanced at the people who died tragically on the ground, and then at the two ghosts lying in a pool of blood: "Is this a ghost?... Can you tell me in detail what happened in this world? Tan... Tan... "Speaking of this, Saitama suddenly got stuck.
Then after thinking for a long time, he suddenly clapped his hands.
"日焼(Tan)けめクリーム! (Sunscreen)"
"...It's Tanjiro."
(End of chapter)