Demon Slayer: Become the villain Boss Muzan

The next three months, Muzan hardly created any ghosts, but just laid off employees along the way, and set off fireworks for those he didn't like.

Jixing followed Muzan and silently took note of the subordinates Muzan had cut off - there were already more than a hundred of them!

He was getting more and more scared now. With his boss's strange hobby of laying off employees, he would be laid off sooner or later!

Muzan, who was considerate of his employees, would pat his shoulder every time he read his thoughts: "Don't worry, I like you and won't lay you off!"

Jixing said he really couldn't rest assured!

There were only more than two hundred ghosts in total, and you had cut off more than half of them!

Besides, what do you mean by "I like you"? I'm afraid that one day you will dislike me!

Muzan was too lazy to elaborate.

The two came to a place that had just experienced a war.

Although they were on the victorious side, it was still a scene of people living in poverty, and only the old, weak, and disabled could be seen.

When Muzan first entered the city, he saw a scene like a slum, with skinny and naked people everywhere on the road, but the outrageous thing was that in the distance he could see a towering building, luxurious and extravagant, and the candlelight actually lit up a huge building.

The streets were muddy and smelly, and there were flies and insects everywhere.

When the beggars and refugees on the street saw the two, they seemed to have seen the savior, and they begged with all their strength.

Wuzan frowned. To be honest, he had seen such scenes many times in the past few months. He would give some money out of kindness, but once he gave money, these people would gather around him, as if helping one person meant helping everyone.

He suddenly looked at Jixing: "Let's start a revolution!"

Jixing: "???"

What did you say?

Well, Wuzan was too lazy to bother.

He didn't have a big vision.

"Forget it, it's boring."

Wuzan looked at the refugees on the road and noticed a little boy holding his sister.

Although he looked thin and weak, his eyes were clear, and Wuzan suddenly felt that he could do something.

"Jixing, take those two children with you."

Jixing: "???"

What does the adult want to do?

He now understood that although the ghost king Wuzan eats people, he doesn't eat people randomly, and he will help people, but this is not important. What is important is that there are always things in his mind that others can't understand.

He did not try to guess the Ghost King's thoughts. He walked over there without saying a word, and followed the two children after mentioning them.

As for their struggles and pleas for mercy, they were useless.

They found a hotel, and Jixing followed behind Muzan. The owner of the hotel saw that the two of them were blatantly grabbing the two children and did not say anything.

After opening two rooms, Jixing looked at Muzan's face, threw the two children to the ground, and closed the door.

The two children were a little scared. They were in pain all over their bodies, but they dared not make a sound. They huddled together and looked at the two rich-looking people in fear.

These two people did not look like they would be kind enough to save people, and their actions were so rough. Could they be slave traders? !

Wuzan walked lightly and approached the two people in fearful eyes. He squatted down and looked at the two children, and touched their heads:

"Do you want to have the power to eat and wear warm clothes in this chaotic world?"

The two children curled up and trembled slightly, not daring to look up. They were a little surprised when they heard it. The boy raised his head carefully: "Big, sir, you..."

The eyes of the two people clearly revealed a light of expectation.

Wuzan smiled:

"I can give you power, but you have to pay something. Do you have the determination?"

The little boy swallowed his saliva and looked at his skinny sister who was curled up in his arms:

"Yes!"

The smile on Wuzan's face revealed satisfaction, and it seemed to confirm: "No matter what the price?"

The little boy nodded firmly.

"Okay." Wuzan smiled and touched his head, and suddenly his nails became longer and stabbed into his head.

The little boy hadn't reacted yet, his pupils were filled with fear, and his sister in his arms suddenly became furious, opening her mouth to bite Muzan's arm.

But she was also stabbed in the head by Muzan's nail.

The two children were shrouded in intense pain, thinking that they were going to die, and cast pleading eyes to Jixing standing behind Muzan, begging him to be kind and save his life.

But all they saw was a face without any emotion, watching this scene coldly.

In fact, Jixing was envious.

Muzan pulled back his finger, watching the two men writhing on the ground and screaming in pain, and glanced back at Jixing: "I'll give you blood later."

Muzan has a high degree of control over his demons, and has a certain understanding of how much blood they can bear. Jixing can still accept a lot of his blood.

The previous scumbag boss didn't care about improving the strength of his demons, and just gave them a little blood to be controlled by him.

Now Muzan feels it necessary to improve the strength of his subordinates.

He doesn't want the demons he values ​​to become the achievements of the Demon Slayer Corps.

As for the wailing of the two, even if the sound insulation effect is not good, no one will be idle to meddle in it.

Soon, the pain of the two of them faded, and they lay on the floor with heavy breathing and a lingering fear.

Muzan also learned the names of the two from their thoughts: the elder brother is Maruoka Masahiro, and the younger sister is Maruoka Kinko.

The blood that Muzan gave them was not much, but it was not too little. The fact that they could bear it showed that the strength of the two was enough, and perhaps they could touch the threshold of the lower string.

Although the lower rank ones are not that strong.

At this time, the two of them also understood what was going on. They had become evil ghosts who relied on cannibalism for survival, and the identities of the two guys in front of them were self-evident.

But why them?

Muzan sat on a stool and drank water that did not produce a foul smell: "Because I like you two."

The two were stunned when they heard this, and their faces were full of surprise and panic.

Can he read my thoughts?

"Yes, so don't think about anything in the future."

Wuzan looked down at the two people, and then said: "Don't lie down, there is a mission for you two to become ghosts."

The two stood up and stood in front of him, lowering their heads, as if they had sensed that their lives were already in the control of the other party: "What do you need us to do?"

Wuzan showed a somewhat ambitious smile: "Do you want to play a "farming flow"? "

"??? "

"Do you want to change the world? Create a beautiful world where everyone is equal, without hunger and oppression?"

Wuzan's words are very tempting for a child who suffers from hunger and cold.

The two people can't help showing a look of longing, but they can't believe that such a world has anything to do with the evil ghosts who eat people.

"You now have power that ordinary people don't have. Why can't you use your own hands to open up a country, a beautiful country ruled by you, where everyone lives and works in peace and contentment?"

Wuzan is like a cx leader, painting a big cake for the two people.