Demon Slayer: Become the villain Boss Muzan

The enemy was killed, but the enemy was still alive.

It was obvious that Jing San's purpose was not just to challenge him. He called him to a remote forest with a sharpened iron knife, intending to kill him.

Muzan didn't draw his sword, but suddenly smiled:

"I want to know why you want to kill me."

"Hehe..." Jing San sneered a few times, "I don't like you like this! It's all because of you! The master was going to pass the martial arts school to me! Even Sakurako likes you! Why!

Just because you are good-looking?! Why do you pretend every day! If it weren't for you, I would still be the most popular one in the martial arts school! It's all because of you!

Since you came, I have nothing!"

His face became more and more distorted because of jealousy and resentment, and his voice was sharp and gloomy: "I want to kill you! Kill you!!!"

"Is that so..."

Muzan nodded. It turned out that the owner was going to pass the martial arts school to him?

Muzan moved closer, not caring about the blade facing him. He looked at Jingsan, whose face was grim and arms were shaking because of resentment, and smiled:

"Then do you want to know why I am so talented?"

Jingsan was made to feel uneasy by Muzan's indifference. He subconsciously took a half step back, realized that he was weak, and stepped forward fiercely:

"Why?!"

Muzan grinned, and under the moonlight, two sharp teeth were exposed, and the scarlet pupils were no longer hidden:

"Because I am a ghost!"

"Gurgle..."

At this moment, all of Jingsan's original thoughts disappeared in an instant, and fear occupied his brain.

"Ghost..."

He turned around and ran away, but as soon as he spoke, a huge mouth attacked him and swallowed him in one bite.

A few numbing chewing sounds seemed a bit scary in the silent woods. Muzan was about to change his arm back to its original state, when suddenly a knife with a cold light chopped over.

Clang!

The blade chopped on Muzan's arm, which had turned into a monster, but it made a sound of hitting a hard object.

The attacker put away his sword and retreated. Muzan's arm returned to normal and he turned to look at the person who attacked him - the owner of the gym.

He smiled embarrassedly: "I didn't want you to see it."

The owner looked solemn and resentful: "My swordsmanship is not for evil spirits to learn!"

As he said this, he swung his sword and chopped at him, even though he knew that the ghost was powerful and that he might be eaten by the evil spirit.

Muzan took a step back, then jumped on his tiptoes, jumped onto a high branch, and looked down at the owner:

"Don't worry, I won't break my promise to you."

As an ordinary human, the owner was naturally unable to chase Muzan, and could only roar on the ground:

"You told me that you were doing it to protect yourself!!!"

Muzan curled his lips: "A hundred years later, someone will be able to kill me, but you probably won't see it."

"By the way, tonight is Muzan's duel with Jing San, and both of them were killed by the ghost. Don't think about committing suicide, otherwise..."

Before he finished speaking, Muzan disappeared in the night sky.

The owner looked at the empty night sky, and seemed to have decided something...

After Muzan left in the night, he found another martial arts school.

However, this time, after Muzan became his apprentice, he had a cold face throughout the whole process, and successfully became a social insulator with the ghost king's vague sense of oppression.

He ran away after learning, which was extremely smooth.

Time flies. After visiting countless martial arts schools, Muzan has learned swordsmanship, boxing, fighting skills, archery, hidden weapons...

It was another night. Muzan watched the last senior brother leave the martial arts school. He lived in the martial arts school and helped the owner clean up the venue. He continued to practice karate and watched the owner go to rest with satisfaction.

The owner's daughter was still a little child by the window. She dragged her head to watch Muzan practice. The owner rubbed her head and took her away.

Muzan also liked this kind of life.

While practicing, he suddenly noticed that the ghost under his command seemed to want to contact him.

Muzan stopped what he was doing and found Tamayo!

While the owner hadn't left yet, Muzan hurriedly chased him: "Master, I may need to leave the martial arts school."

The owner held his daughter in one hand and looked back at Muzan, his eyes seemed to ask what was wrong.

"I have something to do."

Seeing that he didn't want to say more, the owner smiled and said, "Go ahead. It's not safe at night. Be careful."

"Okay."

Muzan nodded, changed his clothes and said goodbye to the owner.

After so long, I finally found a key plot character in Demon Slayer!

What would Tamayo look like in reality?

It was dark at night, the full moon hung high in the night sky, and a black shadow flashed by.

Muzan's figure flashed by, and finally landed lightly on the roof of the wooden house. Opposite was the house where Tamayo lived, which was found by his ghost.

At this time, there was a faint candlelight in the house, and a figure was sitting in front of the window, with his head down, busying himself with something.

Muzan looked at the figure, it should be Tamayo.

He jumped and landed lightly on the ground. The undisguised footsteps attracted the attention of the people in the house. Through the paper window, the figure could be seen raising his head.

Listening to the approaching footsteps, Tamayo's face, which was already frowning because of her imminent death, became more worried. She opened a gap with a weak movement, but saw nothing outside.

Tamayo closed the window in doubt. Could it be that she was too sick and had auditory hallucinations?

And Muzan had already landed on the roof farther away.

It's not time yet.

When Tamayo is close to death, it will be the best time to turn her into a ghost.

Otherwise, there is a high probability that she will have to use rough methods, which will always backfire.

At this time, Tamayo is already dying. It is so difficult to open a window. She stays up at night to find ways to keep herself alive.

After confirming the situation, Muzan stayed here.

He wanted to know what the blood ghost art was.

And it was born because of his blood, so can he use the blood ghost art of his ghosts?

Muzan's control over ghosts is from mind to body. He carefully felt the way his ghosts used blood ghost art, and raised his palm to a teapot.

He clenched his palm.

Crack!

The teapot broke with a sound, and the tea in the pot spilled all over the table and dripped onto the floor along the tabletop.

nice!

Muzan showed a happy smile on his face. It really works!

Who cares what the principle of blood ghost art is, as long as it works!

But the birth of blood demon arts must come from demons. Only when the demons under his command have the corresponding blood demon arts can he have it.

But it is enough.

A dozen days later, Muzan heard the conversation of people nearby, and Tamayo seemed to be dying.

They seemed to feel sorry for him. After all, Tamayo was a well-known doctor who had cured many people. It seemed that God was jealous of his talent to die so young.

At night, when Muzan came to Tamayo's house, he could sense that Tamayo's breath was weak and terrifying, and it seemed that he might die at any time.

Muzan walked over and knocked on the door.

The one who opened the door was a man - Tamayo's husband.

"Hello."

Muzan smiled as he stood outside the door.

Tamayo's husband looked at Muzan in confusion: "Hello, what's the matter?"