Demon Slayer: The Journey of Becoming Yoichi's Sister

"Yushiro, don't be rude." Tamayo's calm voice sounded.

"But Lord Tamayo, we are demons, how can we go to the Demon Slayer Corps and fall into their trap?"

Tamayo shook her head: "Since Yuko said so, nothing will happen."

Yushiro was so anxious that his head was big. That woman was too cunning!

She dared to talk nonsense relying on Lord Tamayo's trust in her.

He doesn't look like a guy with hundreds of years of experience. Yuko rubbed her brows, ignored Yushiro who was yelling at the side, and looked at Tamayo and said:

"The current head of the Demon Slayer Corps is called Ubuyashiki Yoya, and he is a very charismatic person."

"I contacted him two years ago, and he accepted my identity very calmly."

Tamayo's calm eyes showed a slight fluctuation, and she was surprised: "Is there such a person?"

"Well, there is no doubt that the head of the family is on the same front with us."

Tamayo nodded slightly: "I understand, then let's set off tomorrow night."

"Yushiro, please go pack your luggage first."

"Lord Tamayo~" Yushiro hesitated to speak, and finally nodded, "I know."

After Yushiro left, Tanjiro opened his mouth and hesitated: "That, Miss Tamayo..."

Tamayo looked in the direction of the voice.

"Excuse me, is there a way to turn a ghost back into a human?"

Tamayo said calmly: "Yes."

Tanjiro's expression moved slightly, and he asked quickly: "Then..."

Tamayo interrupted: "No matter what kind of injury it is, there must be corresponding medicine and treatment methods."

"It's just that I can't turn a ghost back into a human at this stage."

"But I will definitely work hard to find a treatment method."

Ikuko's mouth twitched. Isn't this nonsense literature?

When did Tamayo learn this set.

"Speaking of this, Ikuko." Tamayo suddenly changed her tone, and while calling Ikuko, she turned around and opened the drawer.

Ikuko asked in confusion: "What?"

Tamayo turned around with a syringe in her hand: "Your blood should be very meaningful for reference."

"...Be gentle."

Thanks to the development of technology, things that were impossible before are now possible.

Using precision instruments such as microscopes, it is possible to observe changes in cells in the blood.

Like Ikuko, who is a ghost and has overcome the sun, she is simply an excellent experimental subject.

…

On the other side, in the busy city, Muzan Kibutsuji, who looked like Michael Jackson, said a few words to his wife and daughter with a gentle face, and turned into an alley.

After dealing with a few drunks, Muzan Kibutsuji snapped his fingers.

"What do you want?"

Two evil ghosts, a man and a woman, appeared out of thin air in front of Muzan and knelt on their knees.

Muzan's face was uncertain: "Take off the head of the ghost hunter with earrings like flower paper on his ears, understand?"

"Yes!"

Just as the two ghosts were about to leave, Muzan suddenly said: "Wait."

The two ghosts bowed their heads respectfully.

In his mind, Muzan recalled the figure wearing a bamboo hat and only long hair flowing out.

In a trance, it was very similar to the figure holding a red knife and rushing towards him hundreds of years ago.

At that moment, every cell in his body was trembling.

That woman... that boy...

What does it have to do with that monster?

"Beside that ghost hunter, there is a woman with long red hair. Bring her head."

"Yes, sir!" A qualified subordinate will accept any order from the boss unconditionally.

"With your current strength, you are probably not the opponent of that woman." Wuzan lowered his head and looked at the two ghosts coldly, "It's an honor. I will give you the power of the Twelve Ghost Moons."

Hearing this, the two ghosts raised their heads with joy.

A flesh and blood tentacle broke out of Wuzan's body and drilled into the necks of the two ghosts at a very fast speed.

As the tentacle squirmed, as if something was injected into the body, the two ghosts lay on the ground with hideous faces, and the turbid breath continued to expand.

After a moment, the two ghosts raised their heads with great joy.

"Thank you for the blood!"

"Go ahead, I want to see their heads."

"As you command!"

When the two ghosts disappeared, Muzan's calm mouth suddenly opened and uttered a disdainful voice.

"Tsk, it's a pity that my upper moon ghost month has not arrived yet. With one person here, why should I be afraid of that woman."

He actually had to waste his blood to cultivate two wastes.

Muzan's face was terribly gloomy.

That monster... could there be descendants?

Impossible, he and Kokushibo had clearly slaughtered all the people who knew about it.

Even if the two lower moon ghosts could not defeat that woman, they should at least find out her situation.

Even ifHundreds of years have passed, but the shadow that the monster has brought to him has not yet dissipated.

…

"Okay, let's just store this much for now."

Tamayo pulled the pillow out of Yuko's arm, poured it into a test tube container beside her, and then put it into an exquisite medicine box.

The medicine box was already full of bloody test tubes.

Yuko lay on the table, looking at her curled white arms, her lips a little pale, and she felt her legs trembling, and she didn't even have the strength to get up.

Tamayo looked at the box of results and nodded with satisfaction. She turned her head and looked at Tanjiro who was a little dazed.

"Tanjiro, can you allow me to collect some of Nezuko's blood?"

"Nezuko can rely on sleep to recover her physical strength, and she has not become more brutal because of hunger. Her blood may play an incredible role."

Tanjiro looked at the rows of bright red test tubes in the medicine box with horror, and then looked at Yuko who was lying on the table and had not recovered.

She will die!

Nezuko will die!

She will definitely die!!!

Tamayo said with a gentle face: "It's okay, only a small tube of Nezuko's blood will be enough."

Tanjiro hugged Nezuko and trembled: "Really...really?"

He felt that Miss Ikuko was about to die.

Tamayo smiled and nodded: "Of course, Ikuko's blood is very useful, so I..."

Boom!

There was a sudden loud noise, and the wall cracked, rubble flew everywhere, and a cloud of dust was raised.

"Ahem." Tanjiro stood in front of Nezuko, waving away the dust in the air, and shouted to the side, "Miss Ikuko! Miss Tamayo!"

A white arm cut through the dust, and a handball was still clenched in the hand.

Tanjiro shouted in surprise: "Miss Yuko!"

Yuko quickly pulled the white cloth around her neck with her other hand and turned back to ask: "Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine." Tamayo almost subconsciously took a defensive posture, and with Yuko blocking in front of her, she was not hurt at all.

Yuko drooped her eyelids slightly, looking at the ball in her hand that was shaking restlessly.

The force... was a bit too strong.

"Lord Tamayo!!!" Yushiro's voice came from far away and rushed in quickly.

After seeing that Tamayo was safe and sound, he breathed a sigh of relief.