Demon Slayer: Become the villain Boss Muzan

The old man was very angry.

Wuzan regretted it!

Very regretful!

He shouldn't have dreamed of teaching anyone medical skills!

None of these three brats studied hard!

The story in the novel that a girl or a child picked up at random is a genius disciple is impossible!

Can't teach, really can't teach.

They don't even recognize the characters, and they don't study hard when they are taught knowledge. They just run around everywhere and want to touch everything they see. He almost hit the porcelain pot he boiled medicine in!

Teach? Teach a shit!

On the afternoon of the second day after he promised to teach them how to treat diseases, Wuzan had just boiled some cold medicine for a neighbor, and when he returned to the house, he saw three brats standing anxiously in the corner.

The bottles and jars on the wooden shelf behind him did not move. Wuzan frowned: "What did you do again?"

The three children laughed awkwardly, looked at each other, and then slowly moved away.

Behind them, the medicine that Wuzan boiled for Jingcun who had a sore throat was broken and spilled all over the floor.

Wuzan was angry at first, then his eyes lost their light, and finally he sighed and made way for the door: "Okay, go out, I am not well-educated and can't teach you."

"Uncle, give us another chance! We know we are wrong!"

The three children looked pitiful. As a cannibal, Wuzan did not respond to their pleas. He lifted their collars and threw them out one by one.

Three little ones: இ௰இ

Wuzan: (￣_￣)

After closing the door, seeing that Jingcun was about to come to get the medicine, Wuzan sighed and said, "Let's boil it again. I won't be a doctor next time. It's not suitable for me to be a slacker."

While boiling the medicine again, Jingcun's voice came from outside. Although it was a little hoarse, it was still very energetic.

"Hey, you three are here to provoke the doctor again? Were you kicked out?"

Jingcun lifted the door curtain and approached Wuzan's house: "Doctor, I'm here to get the medicine."

Wuzan's hands kept moving: "Those three kids knocked over your medicine. I'm boiling it again. If you're not in a hurry, just wait a while."

Jingcun found a place to sit down, leaned against the wooden wall, crossed his legs, and chatted casually.

"By the way, it's been more than ten years, how come you are still so young?"

Wuzan glanced at him and said, "I've taken good care of myself, I don't look old. What's wrong? You, a man, still want to take care of your skin?"

"My family asks me every day how you take care of your skin."

"Stay up less late and exercise more."

Wuzan poured the boiling hot medicine into the jar and handed it to Jingcun: "Remember to return the jar after use."

"No problem."

Sending Jingcun away, Wuzan lay back on the recliner in the house. It was impossible for him to exercise more, he was too lazy to exercise.

Does the dignified Ghost King still have to rely on simple exercise to keep fit?

Great! Let's do it!

As night fell, Wuzan lay down on the rocking chair outside the door with a book in his hand, enjoying the evening breeze.

It's a good thing he's not a human. There are no air conditioners or electric fans in this era. In the hot summer, the only things that can keep cool are fans and evening breeze.

While enjoying the cool breeze, Wuzan suddenly caught a glimpse of a black shadow flashing by not far away, and then a scream came from the direction where the black shadow disappeared.

Wuzan frowned and slowly got up from the chair, and saw that someone had already run past him in fear. Someone noticed that Wuzan had not yet run, and pulled him up and urged: "Run! The ghosts are out to eat people!"

Wuzan: "???"

No, why didn't he know?

Wuzan broke free from him: "You run first."

After saying that, he went directly in the opposite direction.

The man hurriedly chased after him, but failed to catch up, and turned around and ran away angrily.

Wuzan jumped onto the roof and rushed to the scene quickly.

He didn't sense that his ghost was nearby!

And the ghosts under his command would not just pick a village to start eating.

Standing on the roof, Muzan saw a hideous creature with a huge body and a long and sharp nails on its hands. Its scarlet pupils and sharp teeth seemed to indicate its identity - a cannibal ghost.

All those who fell behind were torn apart from behind by one claw, but the strange thing was that this guy only knew how to kill people and seemed to have no interest in the food that was already in his hands.

And Muzan didn't know that his ghost had such a thing. This thing was extremely ugly, and its facial features were blurred. It was not a ghost under his command at all.

And in the memory of the scum boss, he had never created such a ghost.

Muzan took a step down, kicked away the creature that looked like a ghost but was not a ghost, and turned to look at the villagers who were almost killed: "What are you looking at, run!"

The villagers swallowed silently and rolled with him.

Get up and run away quickly.

This immortal doctor is really a hermit master!

Muzan looked at the creature that he kicked away.

Because he deliberately controlled the strength, he just kicked it away and injured it, but did not kick it to death directly.

This guy looks a little smart, but not very smart. At this time, he has already felt that Muzan is powerful enough to crush it to death, and struggled to get up and try to escape.

Muzan took a step forward and appeared directly in front of it. He stepped out and stepped hard on its head.

"Woo~"

The monster under his feet whimpered like begging for mercy, and Muzan's nails grew longer and inserted a finger into his head.

After becoming a ghost, the ghost's memory will be read by Muzan and even changed at will.

Muzan wants to see the memory of this thing.

It's really strange. There is no such strange thing in the original book.

This strange creature was invaded by Muzan's blood and screamed in pain, but was stepped on by Muzan, flapping its wings like a dehydrated fish.

Muzan flipped through its memory, retracted his foot and took a step back. The screaming creature suddenly exploded, splashing rotten meat all over the ground.

Muzan touched the soles of his feet on the ground a few times, took out a cloth to wipe his fingers, and walked home slowly.

This thing doesn't have much memory, it doesn't have much IQ, and doesn't remember much.

It seems to have been instilled with some ideas: it only knows that it is a demon, it has to kill people, and it has to eat people wearing the uniform of the Demon Slayer Corps, and it can't appear under the sun.

It will run away when it sees other man-eating creatures.

Interesting.

Is this world no longer the world of Demon Slayer that he knows?

Will there be other powers?

What is it trying to do?

Ruining his reputation?

After decades, the fear of man-eating ghosts is still everywhere, and has even expanded beyond Tokyo, but his ghosts have never killed people wantonly.

There are still so many people in the Demon Slayer Corps. It seems that it is not because of lack of time, but because something is behind the scenes.

Muzan washed his hands and smiled.

Interesting, really interesting.

In the hundreds of years of memory of the trash boss, there is no mysterious power other than ghosts.

Is it because he traveled through time and space, causing the butterfly effect, or a more terrifying existence?

The people in this village should all know that he is not an ordinary person. All his actions just now did not avoid anyone.

It's time to change places, and by the way, check what this ghost-like thing is.