Demon Slayer: The Tai Chi Swordsman

"Ah! Master Douma, what's wrong with you?" A beautiful woman cried, and she immediately squatted down to help Douma, who was almost burned to charcoal by the sun.

The woman's left eye was engraved with "Upper String" and her right eye was engraved with "Lock", which was Upper String Lock, Dakime.

When Dakime was still a human, Douma, who was still Upper String Lock, gave her his blood and saved her life. Therefore, Dakime regarded Douma as a benefactor and the ghost she respected most besides the scum boss.

In the darkest corner of the platform, a weak voice sounded, and the owner of the voice seemed very scared. He slowly said: "How long have we not seen each other? It should be more than a hundred years!"

"I didn't expect such a thing to happen just after meeting, hey!"

It was Upper String Lock, Hantengu, who spoke.

There were no numbers in the eyes of Hantengou hiding in the corner, only a pair of pupils as blank as paper. His forehead was swollen, like a swollen-headed dragon, and there were two small horns extending from his forehead. His face was like an old man like Prajna, and he could be said to be the oldest ghost among the upper ranks.

"You were beaten like this by the pillar, you are so weak, Douma!" Akaza, who always hated the weak, sneered, and his frown showed his extreme disgust for Douma.

Douma always treated Akaza with a cold shoulder, and he always regarded Akaza as a friend, but Akaza hated Douma who only ate women, and for him, that was the behavior of a weak person.

Douma pretended to be very sad and complained: "Mr. Akaza, I'm so sad!"

During the conversation, Douma's limbs had grown back. He gently patted Daki's head and said with a gentle smile: "I'm fine, Daki!"

Daki held her chin with both hands, and instantly became shy, with a blush on her fair cheeks.

Ah! Mr. Douma touched my head, it's good!

But the next second, Douma instantly came to Akaza and hugged his shoulders.

With a buzzing sound, Akaza's fist even made a sonic boom, but such a punch was only to blow up Douma's head.

Akaza pushed Douma away and said coldly: "Stay away from me!"

Douma's head returned to his neck at a speed visible to the naked eye. He stretched his stiff neck and complained with a smile: "Akaza, you are still so unromantic!"

Akaza has always adhered to the principle of never quarreling when fighting, and punched Douma again.

A crescent-shaped blade flashed by, and Akaza's arm that hit Douma fell to the ground. The lower-ranked upper rank such as Daki didn't even see the speed of the other party's sword.

Even Douma and Akaza only saw a bright and cold flash.

"Akaza, if you are dissatisfied, you can ask for a bloody battle in exchange. Douma is your superior!" Kokushibo's calm voice sounded, and his hand was still holding the scar.

Kokushibo was wearing a kimono with purple snake patterns and black spots and a black horse hakama. He had a long crimson ponytail that looked like his younger brother.

The red stripes were like a canyon, stretching across his left forehead and the right side of his neck. Six blood-red eyes almost occupied most of Kokushibo's face, and his golden pupils shone brightly, giving people a sense of majesty without anger.

In the irises of his left and right eyes, the "Upper Rank" and "One" were engraved, symbolizing his status.

The other upper ranks were so scared that they dared not breathe. Kokushibo left a very mysterious impression on them, because he rarely took action. He was the first to become an upper rank and the eldest brother of all the upper ranks.

The ghosts only knew that this eldest brother was very strict about the level. He did not like any behavior that crossed the level. Akaza's arm was a warning.

Akaza, who was always strong, showed a submissive look. He slowly said, "I know!"

Doma silently put away the gesture that he was about to praise Kokushibo, otherwise he would be the next one to be chopped.

"My lords, that person is coming!" Naruto, who had been kneeling beside him, spoke.

Her face was as calm as water, as if the upper strings who had always been "loving each other" had nothing to do with her.

Maybe she was used to it. After all, blowing up a head, breaking an arm, breaking a leg, etc. were all part of the company culture of the scum boss.

If you haven't been beaten by a colleague, you'd be embarrassed to say that you work for a scum boss. Compared with the warm atmosphere of the Demon Slayer Corps, the scum boss's side seems particularly kind.

Naruto gently plucked the strings, and a black platform appeared out of thin air in front of everyone. The platform was higher than the height of each demon.

All the upper strings immediately half-knelt down, only Kokushibo bowed slightly. Compared with other upper strings, Kokushibo and Muzan were more like a cooperative relationship, and Muzan had always let Kokushibo go.Shimo's behavior.

All the upper strings dared not look up, after all, the air was filled with gunpowder smoke no less than that of the Syrian battlefield.

On the platform stood a young man in a white suit, with short black hair that fluttered without wind. He was tall, pale as paper, and had red eyes.

This was the real owner of the Infinite City, the ancestor of all demons, and the ultimate target of the Demon Slayer Corps, Muzan Kibutsuji.

Because of his excessive exploitation of employees, he was also nicknamed the scum boss. He was 100 million times more selfish than the Krabs boss of the Krusty Krab.

Muzan's cold vertical pupils swept around, and the entire Infinite City shook, which could be described as an earthquake.

Not to mention that the atmosphere dared not kick, all the upper strings directly chose to give up breathing and stayed in place like statues.

In this way, the air in the Infinite City has been solidified. The scum boss didn't speak, and whoever opened his mouth would die.

"Douma!!!"

"Yuhu!!!"

Muzan's voice sounded, like two bullets just fired, and the powerful kinetic energy locked Douma and Yuhu.

Yuhu knelt down directly, his head almost growing into the floor, and he stammered: "Sir... I was wrong, I deserve to die, please calm down!"

Douma remained the same, smiling: "My beloved sir, I'm here! What do you want?"

Muzan gently waved his right hand, and the powerful force directly stirred up an air blade, which gracefully crossed Douma's neck.

Faced with this fierce attack, Douma didn't dare to move at all. Because he was born without emotions, Douma didn't have any respect for his boss. It was more of a fear brought to him by Muzan's cells, which was engraved in his bones.

Muzan roared, his harsh voice almost piercing the Infinite Castle. He was already very unhappy with Douma, but now he was in need of workers, otherwise these two would have died in the sun.

As Douma's head rolled under the black platform, the "recognition" meeting for the employees of the evil ghosts was also unveiled.