Demon Slayer: Become the villain Boss Muzan

The next moment, the half-ghost hidden in the building suddenly rushed over from behind him.

The ghost hunter was startled, but it was too late.

With a snort!

The ghost hunter looked over in surprise, and a dagger with great force directly pierced into the attacking claws, and flew out with the half-ghost.

From the direction where the dagger flew, it was the man in the afternoon?

This kind of strength and speed is not something that ordinary people can have! Judging from the dagger that easily knocked away the evil ghost, his strength may have completely surpassed himself!

But why are you chewing corn!

"What are you doing? A dagger can't kill a ghost!"

Muzan would not do more if he could save his energy. The ghost hunter's performance was better than he thought. In this case, he would just save him once and not bother with the rest.

The ghost hunter was reminded by Muzan, and he reacted and took the opportunity to slash at it.

As its head fell to the ground, a half-ghost was easily killed.

The ghost hunter thought it should be gone now, right?

But he saw that the man then looked at a wooden house and said, "Go inside and take a look. There are more than these two."

More?

How could there be so many!

But because this man helped him for an afternoon and saved his life, out of trust, he tightly grasped the Sun Wheel Sword in his hand, took a deep breath, and walked over nervously.

He pushed the door open carefully.

With the creaking sound, the things in the house were startled.

The roars were so dense that a black shadow the size of a person rushed over. The ghost hunter retreated and slashed with his sword.

He cut it with one blow, but because it was too sudden and he was in a hurry, he didn't cut its neck.

But he also forced it back.

The moonlight shone into the house through the open wooden door, and he could see what was inside.

The small room was filled with densely packed evil ghosts, each of them roaring at him like a beast, and at the same time, several evil ghosts rushed over with a roar of rotten smell and fishy smell in their mouths.

"Fuck!"

The ghost hunter couldn't hold it anymore and subconsciously took a half step back, but he thought that if these disgusting guys ran out, the result would be the danger to the lives of the people around them.

They must not be let out!

He made up his mind, holding the Sun Wheel Sword tightly, with the breath of a tragic hero and the determination to sacrifice, the ghost hunter went straight to meet them.

Wuzan gnawed off the last few corn kernels and threw the corn cobs into the mirror space, and then threw them in when he saw the trash can.

Watching the fighting ghost hunters, if you really can't beat them, go over to help, if you can beat them, just ignore them.

Maybe it's the will bonus, maybe it's that the half-ghosts are too weak, he almost killed one kid with one knife.

More than 20 half-ghosts were reduced one by one.

Under the moonlight, the panting ghost hunter rushed over and killed the last half-ghost. He finally breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the ground tired. The sun wheel sword in his hand was also thrown beside him.

Then he looked up and looked outside, but saw that the man in the afternoon had left.

After leaving, Wuzan searched the surroundings carefully again, but did not find any traces of half-ghosts.

It is not known whether the half-ghost's sneak attack just now was a fighting instinct or was directed by those intelligent half-ghosts.

Moreover, the speed at which the half-ghosts increased really shocked him.

More than 20 half-ghosts squeezed into a small room, and ran out to eat people at night, what a great job...

Although he didn't find the half-ghosts all night, he met a blind man who wanted to rob him.

In this era of rapid change, the crime rate is not low, and Muzan just fills his stomach.

The next day, he bought a ticket and took the train to leave here.

But the ghost hunter was confused.

He followed Muzan and bought a newspaper, but saw a report: Four more people disappeared yesterday, and none of them were in the place where he found the evil ghost.

For some reason, the figure of the man last night appeared in his mind.

Impossible, impossible!

If he was a ghost, why did he help him?

But because of the dead people, he didn't dare to leave easily, and only let the crows that flew over fly back and send the information over.

Muzan could have been teleported over, but if he didn't experience the trains of this era and take a few photos, he would miss it.

Sitting in the train passing through the woods, cities, and villages, Wuzan took a lot of photos from the window. Although the effect was not very good because the window was not very transparent, it was already very good.

However, when passing through the carriage, Wuzan noticed

I noticed that there was a man holding a gun, with an angry expression on his face.

Wuzan moved closer strangely, and vaguely felt that this man was full of malice.

He went over and patted his shoulder: "Brother, what are you doing?"

The man raised his head and glared at Wuzan: "Get out! Don't touch me!"

Grabbing the gun in his hand, he tried to push Wuzan who was blocking the way away...

No...

No, you don't look like you have any muscles, and you're not heavy, why can't I push you?

Wuzan looked at him with a smile, and in the man's somewhat uneasy expression, he snatched the gun from his hand, and he didn't react.

He hurriedly pulled Wuzan and shouted: "Give me back my gun! Give me back my gun!"

The people around were also attracted to his attention, and Wuzan joked:

"Don't be obsessed with a toy gun all the time! Walk, walk, smoke a cigarette in the car."

After hearing what Wuzan said, others thought that the two were friends and just had a conflict, so they stopped paying attention.

Muzan pulled him with brute force, and brought him to the empty back car while the man was struggling in panic.

In his horrified eyes, Muzan's arm turned into a monster-like giant mouth.

Ghost! Ghost!!!

Help!!!

Why can't you make a sound? ! !

......

Muzan finally went back to the man's seat to take a look, and figured out the specific situation.

The guy believed in a small religion, but the trains he opened and the culture he promoted affected his interests. As a paranoid believer, he wanted to run over and shoot the train driver.

In this way, no one can drive the train, and the gods will not be displeased, right?

Muzan had nothing to say.

In this era, cults like weeds are everywhere.

You can remind Maruoka Masahiro to deal with it.

At the same time, Muzan also thought of Douma's early abandonment of the Eternal Paradise.

In fact, it is just a cult. His father used it to play with female members. If Douma continues to maintain the Eternal Paradise, it will do more harm than good to him.

The Eternal Paradise is also one of the reasons for Douma's "tragedy".

Let's add a cult leader to the recipe.

The train arrived at the station the next morning, and Muzan got off the train and took a few photos of the train.

I don't know where he went. I didn't even look at it when I bought the ticket.

When I walked through the train station, I saw a man running past with a bag of unknown things.

Muzan smelled a herbal scent with his excellent sense of smell.