Demon Slayer: Become the villain Boss Muzan

The moon was shining brightly, and the sky was full of stars.

Uzui Tengen and Jifu Taro faced the moonlight.

A rather oppressive shadow slowly enveloped the two of them.

Uzui Tengen swallowed his saliva.

Sure enough, no matter how many times he saw it, Tanjiro's sister was too unique!

Although it was strange that Tanjiro's sister was a ghost, Uzui Tengen, first, did not have any deep hatred with ghosts, and second, he was not a fool.

It was clear that Nezuko was helping them and fighting with them, and in the past few days, Uzui Tengen also saw that Nezuko had never attacked anyone.

Mainly because Tanjiro had explained it to him.

So there was no hostility.

The problem is, every time I see Nezuko like this... with a majestic figure...

Gifutaro frowned and pulled his mouth, looking up at Nezuko:

"Huh? What the hell?"

Nezuko bit the creaking bamboo tube, growled in her throat, and rushed towards him with her strong body.

Gifutaro grabbed Uzui Tengen and threw him aside.

Tengen fell to the ground with a light sound and stood up quickly.

Watching Nezuko running towards Gifutaro, Uzui Tengen shouted and grabbed two Nichirin swords:

"Come on! Let's do it gorgeously!"

At this time, Nezuko had already swung her fist and smashed down, and Gifutaro grabbed two blood sickles to meet her.

Is she a half-ghost or a boss? What is she doing?

It doesn't matter.

This "little guy" is a bit interesting, play with her.

If it's a half-ghost, just kill her in the end.

At this moment, the voice of Muzan appeared in the mind of Jifu Taro:

"It's a ghost."

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At this time, Muzan had found the half-ghost.

A half-ghost hidden in the residential area.

Muzan broke into the house without saying a word, and the sound of breaking into the door attracted the only person in the small wooden house.

Seeing Muzan holding the Nichirin sword in his hand and wearing the uniform of the Demon Slayer Corps, the man instantly became nervous, grabbed the dagger, ran over and looked at Muzan vigilantly:

"Who are you?! If you break into a private house, I will call the police!"

"Tsk," Muzan looked at him sarcastically,

"Can't you see it yourself? You are so brave to raise a cannibal ghost privately!"

Hearing this, the man's face sank, and he was a little terrified. Was he discovered?

What if it was just a scam?

The man was stubborn and angrily yelled at Muzan:

"What are you talking about?! Stop slandering people!"

Muzan suddenly pulled out his Nichirin Sword, swung it, and laughed:

"Slander you?"

As he spoke, he walked towards the man.

The man nervously bent over and grabbed the dagger towards Muzan, yelling:

"Don't come over!"

"What can you do if I come over?"

The man looked at Muzan with an increasingly ferocious expression.

Kill him!

Isn't it just killing one more person?

Anyway, it's not the first one!

As long as he is killed, nothing will be exposed!

Kill him!

The murderous intent on the man's body became stronger and stronger. Seeing the contempt in Muzan's eyes, he slowly approached and suddenly yelled:

"Go to hell!!!"

Seeing that the dagger was about to pierce his abdomen and kill him directly, the man was a little excited.

Kill all those who dare to hinder him!

No matter who they are!

At that time, just feed it to the demons, and no one will find out!

But the next second——

Bang!

Muzan kicked the man hard, and the man flew backwards and hit the wall hard. He knelt on the ground with his body bent in pain, and coughed and spit out a mouthful of blood while shaking his body.

Looking at Muzan who turned and walked towards him, the man gasped, supported the wall and stood up with difficulty, shaking in fear.

Why, the speed was so fast?

Are the members of the Demon Slayer Corps still human?

Those who can fight those terrifying monsters are indeed monsters!

He raised the dagger and shouted fiercely:

"Don't come over!"

Seeing Muzan getting closer, the man kept shrinking into the corner.

Muzan snatched the weapon from his hand, slammed him to the ground, stepped on him, looked down at the man and said:

"Tell me what happened, why do they all want to cooperate with the demons?

If only the Demon Slayer Corps could think this way, tut tut tut."

The man twisted his neck and looked at Muzan. The Demon Slayer Corps had the right to deal with people who hindered them from killing demons, especially those like him who cooperated with demons. No one would say anything if he was killed directly.

But if he was handed over to the police, he would only spend a few years in prison.

Since he had already rebelled,

Unable to resist, the man could only choose the best solution. He swallowed a mouthful of blood:

"I tell you, don't kill me."

"Okay, go ahead."

"My brother and I met that ghost. It bewitched my brother and me. As long as it ate someone, they would be forgotten by the people around them. My brother and I were bewitched and let it eat many people.

Later, we began to help some people do some shady things and feed the people who hindered them to the ghost.

By the way, I took the initiative to recruit those clients who asked us to kill people!"

The man said it well. He was bewitched.

Killing people was also for others.

And it was the ghost who ate them, not them.

"The records of those people are in that drawer! The ghost is on the altar in the back room!

I confessed everything! Don't kill me!"

He watched Muzan finally finish his confession despite the severe pain in his chest, waiting for Muzan to kill the ghost quickly instead of wasting time with him.

But he suddenly felt a chill on his back, as if it was not his feet that stepped on him, but an expanding flesh tentacle.

The man looked down in horror, and instantly struggled madly out of fear.

In his eyes, the "ghost hunter" at this moment had a terrifying smile on his face, and the foot that was originally stepping on him had turned into a huge mouth that gradually swallowed him.

Monster!

The guy in front of him was not a ghost hunter at all!

This is a ghost!

A man-eating monster!

"Help! Help!!!"

"Help..."

Wuzan then walked into the house, he had already sensed the breath inside.

He should have sensed himself.

He was scared.

He was also sensible, knowing that he couldn't escape, and he didn't escape.

Squeak--

A piercing sound of opening the door came from the dark house, in the darkness.

A palm-sized "statue" enshrined on the altar was shaking constantly at this time.

"Wu, Lord Wuzan..."

"Hey, do you still remember me? It's been hundreds of years, you're quite good at hiding."

Wuzan smiled and stepped over the threshold and walked in, looking at the half-ghost on the altar.

The half-ghost was so scared that he knelt down in front of Muzan and trembled as he quickly reported his "value":

"My Lord, I was wrong.

I already know where the Demon Slayer Corps is. I will help you kill them!"

He thought that if he gave Muzan a bite of food for nothing, he might be in a better mood and let him go.

Although for hundreds of years, it has never been heard that Muzan let go of any half-ghost who dared to betray him.

But when he looked up, he saw Muzan's pale hand with purple-gray nails grabbing him, trembling and begging for mercy:

"Please! Don't kill me! Please! I still have value, I will help you find other half-ghosts! Don't kill me!"

But looking at the indifferent Muzan, the half-ghost gritted his teeth and turned to escape.

Knowing that once he was discovered by Muzan, there was almost no possibility of escape, he had to desperately find a chance to survive!

But just as he was about to escape, he was caught by Muzan.