I can travel through countless worlds at the same time

Chapter 41 It’s just Lord Wuhan’s mission

‘Is there really only nightmares in this room? ’

Bai Ye kept repeating the chant in his mouth, thinking quickly in his mind.

These maids are still alive. Except for Nightmare, a fun-loving ghost, no ghost will spare the food that is brought to their mouths.

Oh, Shangxian San’s Yiwozu doesn’t eat women.

After stepping over the unconscious maid and walking upstairs, Bai Ye walked straight to a room with a large number of luxurious decorations on the door frame.

The name of the owner of the house is "Guan Jun | Li" written on the house number. (Guan Jun is the surname).

Bai Ye took a step forward and pushed open the wooden door.

However, the cruel scene of ghosts eating humans did not appear.

A beautiful woman in white pajamas was lying peacefully on the bed, with a gentle smile on her face.

He had no idea that his home was invaded by ghosts.

‘It turns out it’s her, Kibutsuji Muzan’s apparent wife. He took action quite early. ’

Bai Ye walked to the bed cabinet, where there was a photo frame with a black and white photo printed on it.

Guan Junli was hugged by a handsome man's shoulders, and she held a sleeping baby in her arms.

The family of three looked very happy.

'It's a pity that because he was too rich, he was targeted by Demon Dance Tsuji Muzan. Not only did his husband lose his life, but he himself was kept in the dark and his feelings were deceived by the evil ghost. ’

Bai Ye put down the photo with emotion. In a world with extraordinary things, it is not a good thing for ordinary people to be too rich.

However, he couldn't figure out where Nightmare had the courage to turn the villa of Onibatsuji Mumei into his own body.

There is a greater chance that Wuhan had given instructions, otherwise the ghost would have disappeared when the nightmare showed up in his hidden home without permission.

The number of ghosts who are qualified to become a waxing moon is not as rare as that of a waxing moon, and you can change it at any time if you want.

Bai Ye spent more than ten minutes exploring the entire villa.

All humans are trapped in dreams, without exception.

Bai Ye stopped chanting the mantra, licked his dry lips, and looked at the room in the center of the villa.

It's also the only place he hasn't explored yet.

He walked straight into the door of the room. Before he could open the door, a strong smell of blood hit his nostrils.

Slightly instigating it with both hands, the smell of blood spreads in other directions.

Bai Ye's complexion was a little dark, he was worthy of being a nightmare, and he acted even more unscrupulously than his immediate boss.

The same is true in the original work, trying to swallow the entire train of passengers.

After making the incident known to everyone, who would the Demon Slayer Corps kill if they didn't kill him?

Pulling out the Zanpakutō, the other hand flashed with red light, and a ball of flames rolled in it.

There was a loud "bang" and Bai Ye kicked the door open.

The ceiling was shaken so much that dust fell from the ceiling and landed on Bai Ye's clothes.

Pointing his palm towards the house, the brewing ghost path found no target.

There was no figure of Nightmare in the room, only "broken arm remains" that were thrown everywhere.

Compared with Guan Junli's room, this room can be called a hell on earth.

A large number of corpses were scattered around the room, and blood dyed the golden carpet red.

There were other white and yellow indescribable liquids that splashed onto the walls, making people sick.

Bai Ye walked past a pile of corpses with a cold face. He squinted slightly and saw a face that had been half eaten.

He had seen him in the photo just now, and he was the real owner of this villa.

Now it is being thrown into a corner like garbage, rotting and becoming smelly.

"I really didn't expect that when ghosts are still picky eaters, Twelve Ghost Moon's life is really comfortable compared to other ghosts."

Bai Ye smiled and shook his head, but there was no smile in his eyes.

Sitting on the only chair in the room that was not stained with blood.

“Repaired as good as new.”

Bai Ye clapped his hands lightly, and the door he kicked to the ground flew back to the door frame, and the damaged parts were glued together.

Immediately, he summoned Ling Yuzi again.

Let her immediately activate the blood ghost technique when she senses the same kind of people, so that the ghosts who come in cannot find him for the time being.

After a moment, with a creak, the door to the room was pushed open by a hand with protruding joints.

The two small horns on Ling Yuzi's head instantly expanded in a circle, like two thickened antennas.

In just an instant, the ghost who had not yet entered the house was dragged into the illusion.

In his original expectation, there would be no living human beings in the house.

So even if Bai Ye sat in front of him openly, in his eyes, it was still an empty chair.

"The cruel way of eating makes the whole room full of wonderful colors. It's so beautiful, windmill (lu second tone, lu)."

An evil and pleasant voice came from outside the door, and the palm that had disappeared on the roof reappeared.

Xiaoyou, who was like a parasitic beast, jumped in first with his thumb and little toe as his feet.

Behind him, an old man with black lines on his face scratched his head and looked unhappy.

"Tsk, hurry up and clean up this garbage. I don't want to care about your perverted habits, but you must not forget the mission that Master Wuhan has given us. If we mess up, all our strings will be lost. exists."

The uncle avoided the corpses on the ground in disgust and glared at the nightmare clone in warning.

If Bai Ye hadn't seen the words XII printed in the pupil of his left eye.

For a moment, I might not be able to remember the identity of Uncle Ghost.

In the original work, because he did not bring any merit to the "company" and wanted the leader to give him a salary increase, he only said a few words when he appeared, and then he was killed very happily.

Although the other party died too hastily, he did not know his blood demon art.

Bai Ye still showed a relieved smile.

Buy one get one free, double happiness.

"Don't panic, Lord Muzan can let us live a little longer, how kind he is, and even gave us more blood to complete the task."

The palm jumped onto the desk and made a fanatic tone:

"Lu Lu, don't you think we have died without regrets?"

Even if the current nightmare is just a clone, Lu Lu can still imagine that the pervert must be twisting and turning with a flushed face.

"You lunatic, don't go crazy here."

"The property and connections left by this man will be inherited by the woman in the bedroom. The image of you, Lord Muzan, will be forcibly implanted into their memories. Don't mix your evil taste into dreams."

Lu Lu strode forward, a pair of rough hands shining with metallic luster, and pinched the clone of Nightmare.

He stared at him fiercely with bloodshot eyes.

It was about his own life. Even if Nightmare's level was one level higher than his, he would let Nightmare complete the task seriously even if he lost his identity as one of the Twelve Demon Moons.