Demon Slayer: Become the villain Boss Muzan

The old man was very angry, but he was still very happy.

"Kuroshibo, you can't always avoid your brother!"

Yuichi nodded in agreement when he heard this. His elder brother was only busy improving his strength and refused to live with him.

Kuroshibo curled his lips.

I am the elder brother, I want to become strong enough to protect Yuichi.

Not a weakling.

Snap!

Muzan heard Kokushibo's voice and slapped Kokushibo on the head.

"Are you stubborn?"

Kokushibo looked at Muzan silently with his six eyes. Just say don't hit me!

"Okay, okay, stop staring at me, you are too impatient again."

Muzan tilted his head to avoid Kokushibo's gaze.

Yuichi nodded along with Muzan's words.

"Brother, you are indeed too impatient."

"Don't talk!" Muzan glared at Yuichi.

Yuichi: "..."

Okay, I'll shut up.

Muzan said earnestly:

"Anyway, we ghosts can't die, you can improve slowly, but isn't it a bit childish to refuse to see Yuichi just because you are not as strong as him?"

Kokushibo didn't say anything.

Muzan continued, "And you're not weak, you're just a little bit worse than me and Yoriichi. Take your time."

Muzan said, showing a fatherly smile, patting Kokushibo's shoulder: "Okay, don't be angry like a child, you two should improve your strength together, train together, and make progress together, okay?"

The expression on Kokushibo's face became more and more disgusted, and all six eyes narrowed because of frowning, and he pulled away Muzan's claws:

"Boss, don't talk like that, stay away from me."

"Hey! You still dislike me, don't you?!"

......

Finally, Yoriichi took Kokushibo, who had figured it out again, back home.

Muzan was strolling on the street chewing fruit.

Because this is not a commercial area, there are a few people on the street, and there are some small shops and restaurants on both sides of the road.

But there are not many.

For decades or even hundreds of years, because of insisting on environmental protection, a row of trees have been planted on both sides of the road.

There should be half-ghosts nearby.

Before he found the half-ghost, Muzan was attracted by a familiar figure in front of him.

A man who was leaning on a cane, limping, and with a lonely back - Peilang.

Muzan never expected that when he saw Peilang again, Peilang would appear in front of him in this posture.

He walked over quickly, and Peilang heard that someone seemed to be approaching him, so he stopped his slow and laborious movements and turned his head to look.

Because Muzan had changed his clothes and appearance, he was not recognized.

Peilang looked at Muzan who was walking over with some surprise: "Who are you?"

Muzan smiled: "Are you from the Demon Slayer Corps?"

Peilang was a little confused.

Wuzan continued, "I seem to have met you before. You saved me from the hands of a ghost, but you should have forgotten it, right?"

Pei Lang smiled: "Is that so..."

His smile was a little bitter. He looked down at his crippled leg and sighed:

"It's a pity that I will never be able to kill ghosts and save people again."

Wuzan immediately followed up and asked, "What are you doing?"

Pei Lang shook his head: "It's okay."

As he said that, he was about to leave.

He had become a cripple, and everything was over.

There was no need to continue to recall the past.

Wuzan hurriedly chased after him: "You once saved me. I want to treat you to a meal. Can you give me a chance to repay you?"

Pei Lang stopped and looked at the person in front of him.

He sighed, but nodded helplessly.

After eating this meal, at least this person can feel better, right?

If a person has a conscience, he will not let go of the favor he owes but cannot repay.

Peilang limped and followed Wuzan to a barbecue restaurant.

Because it was not mealtime, the barbecue restaurant was empty at this time. After the two arrived, the boss in the back room heard the noise and came out.

Seeing the two people's movements, he was suddenly startled and his face froze for a moment, but then he returned to normal and greeted them with a smile:

"What do you want to eat?"

"Twenty skewers of the signature dish first."

"Okay!"

The boss's attitude was very good, even making Peilang feel a little overly enthusiastic.

Almost as soon as the two sat down, the boss enthusiastically brought up the barbecue.

Wuzan picked up a piece and handed it to him: "This restaurant is delicious, you try it."

Peilang took the barbecue from Wuzan's hand and just bit off

After a bite, he suddenly saw that the person in front of him had changed.

It was that evil ghost!

Peilang was startled and stood up suddenly, but his inconvenient legs and feet almost made him unable to stand steadily. He stumbled and hurriedly held the crutches.

He looked at Muzan vigilantly:

"You guy!"

Although he was no longer a ghost hunter of the Demon Slayer Corps, his first reaction was to protect others.

But with a light bang, the door was closed.

It was the boss who closed the door.

Is this boss also a ghost? !

"Surprised? Unexpected?"

Muzan grabbed a piece of barbecue and laughed.

Peilang was wary of Muzan, and at the same time he was careful of the boss who was suspected to be a ghost: "What do you want to do?"

"I met an acquaintance, so I invited you to eat something. Why are you so lame after not seeing you for a few days?"

Peilang didn't believe what Muzan said at all. What a joke, an evil ghost invited a ghost hunter to dinner?

No!

The boss is an evil ghost!

Then the barbecue in his hand...

Peilang's face suddenly froze, and he subconsciously threw the barbecue in his hand away, wanting to vomit.

"This is not human flesh!"

Muzan said, and took a bite.

Peilang was more certain that this was human flesh!

Can ghosts eat ordinary food? !

"Don't waste food!"

Muzan watched Peilang trying to overturn the table "with human flesh" and hurriedly protected the barbecue.

These are really ordinary barbecues, and they are quite delicious. Food cannot be wasted!

Although it is a shop opened by ghosts under his command, it sells ordinary barbecues.

Wouldn't there really be ghosts willing to sell human flesh?

But Peilang became even more angry after hearing this.

The so-called food in your mouth is human beings? !

To be honest, the Demon Slayer Corps is quite stubborn in their attitude towards ghosts.

Muzan grabbed the barbecue and approached while chewing.

Peilang glared at Muzan with gritted teeth and wanted to retreat.

With his Nichirin Sword confiscated and his legs crippled, what ability does he have to fight him?

What's more, even if he was healthy and holding the Nichirin Sword, he couldn't hurt this guy at all!

Seeing this, the boss who was blocking the door said:

"Lord Muzan values ​​you, don't be ungrateful."

"Don't talk!"

Muzan glared at him.

Boss: Okay, you are the Demon King, I won't talk.

Peilang also caught this word, Muzan?

"You are the Demon King Muzan?!"

Damn, no wonder he is so strong!

I thought the Twelve Demon Moons were stronger than this!

So the one who studied in our martial arts hall was the Demon King, right? !

Are you free?

"Yes," Muzan said as a matter of course, "The Demon King is not the Twelve Demon Moons."

Peilang took a deep breath and remained alert: "What do you want to do? I don't think a mere cripple like me is worthy of your attention!"