The lake was sparkling, and the full moon was reflected in the water.

A small boat was floating slowly on the river. Wuzan was sitting on the boat, eating something scarlet that should be mosaiced. On the other side, Zhu Shi stood by the boat with a sad face.

"It's been decades. You can't take care of your great-grandson anymore, right?"

Wuzan took the last bite, wiped his lips, and washed the blood off his hands on the water that was within reach.

Zhu Shi said nothing.

Her son died yesterday. She knew that she was still young and it was no longer suitable for her grandson to accompany her, but she was still reluctant.

The death of her son also made her depressed.

"It's not a farewell forever. You can still visit your grandson in the future. At worst, just don't let him find out, right?"

Tamayo sighed sadly: "No need to visit again."

Muzan raised his eyebrows and glanced at Tamayo.

Tamayo showed a relieved smile on her face: "Human Tamayo is dead. I should say goodbye to my former self."

"That's good. It's good if you think it through."

Muzan nodded in agreement and took the oar and put it in front of Tamayo: "If you think it through, row quickly and try to reach the destination before dawn."

Tamayo: "..."

You are really despicable!

Forget it, my boss is like this, row the boat.

From the day her son died, her identity as a person has disappeared, leaving only one identity: a ghost under Muzan Muzan.

Whether it is to repay Muzan for giving her the opportunity to live and see her son grow up until death, or her own persistence in life, she will always live in this identity.

Anyway, although this boss is despicable in some aspects, he is not really that despicable.

On the night when Muzan met the first half-ghost, the strange creature that looked like a ghost but not a ghost, he notified all the ghosts to pay attention to this kind of half-ghost and kill it when they see it.

But unfortunately, the half-ghosts seemed to be deliberately avoiding them. In the past few years, the number of half-ghosts killed was very small, and the stupid Demon Slayer Corps only thought that they were all ghosts under Muzan's command. They were all indignant and their determination to kill Muzan became more and more firm.

Muzan, the scapegoat, Muzan

With a dogtail grass in his mouth, Muzan looked at Tamayo who was still rowing with disdain, "You can't do it, it's almost dawn."

Tamayo put down the oars, looked up at Muzan, and didn't seem to worry about being killed by the sun: "My lord, we can't reach the other side before dawn."

Muzan saw Tamayo's calm look and felt that it was meaningless. He stood up and lifted her collar. The two disappeared at the same time, leaving only a wooden boat swaying on the water and slowly drifting along the river.

Muzan felt a little disappointed that Tamayo guessed that he could hide in the darkness before dawn. He also wanted to tease her and see how flustered Tamayo was.

However, it can only be said that she is worthy of being Tamayo, that is, smart.

"You should stay with me in the future, read more books, and it would be best if you could study how to overcome the sunlight."

Tamayo stood on the ground, unable to avoid the sequelae of "teleportation" - her head was dizzy, her body was swaying on the ground, and she heard Muzan's words.

She could only nod reluctantly, barely avoiding falling to the ground, and it took a while for her to recover.

Muzan brought Tamayo to the territory of Shizuji Asanuma, who was a man who was almost killed by bandits and was saved by Muzan. Unexpectedly, this guy was a big name.

Because of his personality and outlook, Muzan thought he was okay, so he stayed.

Shizuji had also been notified by Muzan that he would come to stay for a while, and he had already prepared a house.

Muzan came to the house, lay on the rocking chair that Shizuji had prepared long ago, and took out a book from the side: "Ah, this extravagant life!"

Tamayo: "....."

Muzan glanced at her: "Pick a bedroom for yourself."

Tamayo: "..."

This ghost king is living a good life!

Muzan heard Tamayo's complaints: "Who are you scolding! You are the one who is living a good life!"

Tamayo: "???"

When Shizuka learned that Muzan had arrived, he hurried over and pushed the door open to see the Ghost King lying on a rocking chair like an old man.

To be honest, he was confused when the Ghost King asked him to make a strange chair. He couldn't even sit steadily on it and couldn't figure out what it was for.

Until now, when he saw the Ghost King, he inexplicably felt like he was seeing a retired old man...

So this is how a rocking chair is used...

...

He'll come after he conquers the world!

When Shizue saw that Muzan had moved the book in his hand down a little, he knelt down and bowed his head respectfully, saying, "Sir!"

Muzan glanced at him and said, "Stand up, don't kneel down all the time, do what you need to do, and remember to let your men pay more attention to the blue red spider lily, which may only appear during the day."

Shizue stood up hurriedly after hearing this: "Sir, the Demon Slayer Corps is here."

"Come if you want, they can do whatever they want if they don't cause trouble."

Shizue stood there hesitantly, and Muzan smiled and sighed, putting down the book in his hand: "Just say it if you want blood."

Shizue's face lit up when he heard this, but the next moment, a whip suddenly jumped out from the waist of the Demon King and pierced his chest.

Shizue was instantly enveloped by severe pain, screaming and rolling on the ground.

The Demon King has no martial ethics!

Just when Muzan was about to retract the whip, he suddenly found that it seemed that the whip on the rocking chair was more stable than holding the book with his hands!

Anyway, there was no need to avoid anyone.

So, after Shizue successfully survived, he saw this scene: Muzan stretched out several whips from his waist, and the end of the whip was like a bracket, holding the book in his hand. Even if the chair was shaking, the whip still held the book steadily.

"What are you looking at? Get out of the way."

Muzan glanced at Shizue. He had successfully absorbed it and he should do what he should do!

Shizue hurriedly retreated.

Shizue Asanuma was also a cautious ghost. After noticing that the Demon Slayer Corps had come nearby, even though he knew that the Demon Slayer Corps could not threaten him, he still hoped that he would be stronger, so strong that he was not afraid of being discovered by the Demon Slayer Corps as a ghost.

Fortunately, his master was easier to talk to than he thought, but the way of giving blood was a bit... rough.

Tamayo originally wanted to come in to get a few books, but saw the whole process of Muzan giving blood at the door.

Hehe...

Tamayo, who had originally thought about whether she could ask Muzan to give her some blood, had no idea after seeing this scene and remembering the time when she became a ghost.

She is weak, so what!

She is just a support anyway!

Muzan heard Tamayo's voice and sensed her tolerance. After decades, she could have tolerated more blood.

A malicious smile appeared on his face.

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