In the Mansion of Shizuki, Shizuki Yoya was blind in both eyes and could not see things, but instead, hearing was much better than others.

A few hundred meters apart, he could clearly hear the sound of fighting outside, the splitting of the wheels and swords, the crackling sound of bones, and the dullness of blood spraying.

At first, the heart of Purgatory Shinshouro was constantly squeezing and transporting power like a high-intensity water pump, making a sound like a copper bell.

And as time goes by, the sound becomes weaker and weaker, and until now, it has completely disappeared.

"Everyone else has gone almost."

Shizuya Shikiya raised her head, as if she could break through the cursed blindness and see the stars in the sky and countless stars staring at her.

"I heard that after death, people will turn into stars, staring at their descendants, friends, and anyone who knows and gets close to you."

"The ancestors of Sayashiki are also looking at me at this moment."

"I don't know if they are satisfied, pleased, or despised and rebuked what I have done in my life."

"And my children, after I left, I don't know if they can stick to their true hearts and remain unmoved."

Thinking of the scenes of getting along with the swordsmen, the corner of Saya Shikiya's mouth rose slightly, without any fear of death, but just a little nostalgia.

"You have done a good job, and the ancestors will definitely be proud of you." Saya Shiki Tenin gently stroked Saya Shikiya Shiki's back and helped him take care of his breath.

At this moment, Yoya Shikiya, who felt from his breath, was already weak as an old man in his seventies or eighties, with a candle in the wind, and was full of life and lifelessness without any vitality that belonged to young people.

You know, he is only twenty-three years old this year, and it is the time for ordinary people to wear bright clothes and enjoy their green and life.

The people of the Sayashiki tribe were deeply cursed and could live to thirty years old at most. Among the previous masters, many of them lived to 26 or 27 years.

Because of his night's handling of affairs, Yoyashiki Saya did not give his weak body a rest. At the age of 23, he was almost dead, and he was entirely committed to supporting the last candlelight of life.

Muzan Kimuzan is terrible and he can't live long.

At this time, listening to the slow and heavy footsteps getting closer, Yoya Shikiya faced the main entrance and raised his head.

The moonlight is beautiful and cool, and it is cool when shining on your face, giving you a sense of comfort.

"Our ghost killing team has been pursuing the ghost for thousands of years and is also the ancestor of the same bloodline as the Sayashiki. Kimuzan Muzan..."

"Tianyin, what is his appearance?"

At this moment, Muzan Kimuzan was frantically white, covered with bloody mouths and fangs, and the blood-colored limbs. There were many knife marks on the upper half, and healed and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

This looks hideous and terrifying, not handsome.

The leather shoes were stepping on the smooth wooden floor. With the sound of kicking and clicking, Muzan Kimuzan turned his back to the moonlight and entered the house of Shikiya Yoya.

Because of the backlight, his face was hidden in the darkness, dark and unobstructed, and unreal.

However, the moment he stepped into the door, Muzan Kimuzan changed back to a human appearance, standing quietly without taking action.

Saya Shikiki Tenin observed Muzan Kimuzan and said truthfully: "A young man around 25 years old looks handsome and elegant, but a little pale,"

"The eyes are like blood diamonds, and the pupils are as narrow as cats or snakes, which are different from humans."

Yoshiya Saya nodded, and his mind roughly outlined the appearance of Muzan Kimuzan.

"So it's like this..."

Immediately, he sat upright and said, "My name is Yoyaya Sakiya, this generation of the ancestral home is the owner."

"Musa Kitsuba, the ancestor of a thousand years ago... I always thought that you would come and kill me in person."

"Sure enough, you are here today."

"You must hate our Demon Slayer Team, I..."

Muzan Kimuzan suddenly interrupted, saying, "I am no longer interested when I see you now."

"I don't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick, and the leader of the Saiyashi tribe, who has been obstructing me for thousands of years, ended like this.

"You are so ugly."

"It's all devastated, like a dead corpse, and the smell of rotten corpse is emitting, so ugly and foul."

Muzan Kimuzan is a person who cares about appearance. He is the master of the genitala shikishiki and is supposed to be wise and powerful, but his eyes are full of hideous and distorted ugly scars, and his body has long been decayed.

For such a birthplace, Shikiya Shikiya, Kimuzan Muzan had no interest or food in him, and he was lacking in interest.

Yoyashiya's voice became a little louder and said, "Yes, I should have died long ago with such a body."

"But I'm not dead, I've been alive, because there are you who must be defeated."

"And this look is not given by your ancestors. Even if you are a person from a thousand years ago, our bloodlines may be far from each other..."

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The violent, bloodthirsty, violent aura came to my face, making Yoshiya Saya couldn't help but cough a few times, coughing out large pieces of blood stains, dyeing the collar of the trousers red.

Shizuki Shizuki hurriedly took out his handkerchief and wiped it, but Shizuki Shizuki Yoya gently pushed it away.

Looking at the sick Shizuya Yoshiya, Kimuzan Muzan looked sympathetic.

"By my gift? What does it have to do with me?"

"What do you want to say?"

"I'm not in a hurry to kill you. If you have anything, say it."

Yoya Saya Shikiya was unable to maintain her sitting posture, leaning against Shiki Shiki Tenin's arms, and said sadly: "Because, there is a monster like you in our clan."

"Our clan was cursed, and the boys were born weak and lived cautiously at most thirty years old."

"There are fewer and fewer tribesmen. The crisis of genocide is approaching. Only by eliminating you will this curse disappear."

"And over the past thousand years, I don't know how many poor children died because of this. They have never seen the beauty of this world. They have not appreciated the colorfulness of life, but have been innocently cursed and died."

"With the same bloodline, you can be considered your juniors. Have you ever felt guilty for your tragic death?"

This curse was not the descendant of Muzan Kitsumi to the Payashiki clan, but for no reason, and suddenly appeared after Muzan Kitsumi turned into a ghost and rampant rampant, like a punishment from God.

This is the first time that Muzan Kimuzan heard about it.

He didn't know that the Sayashiki clan was cursed, and he looked surprised at this time, and then suddenly started to sneer.

"So that's the case. No wonder I keep chasing me and chasing me. It turns out that it's just for the reproduction and continuation of the family."

"I always thought that you led the Demon Slayer to fight for mankind and for the so-called light and justice, but in the end it was for your own selfishness."

Speaking of this, Muzakaki Kimuzan stared at Shizuya Shizuya and said word by word: "Shizuya Shizuya Shizuya, we shed the same blood, and we do everything for our own sake, and we are all the same kind of people after all."

"What interesting signs will the swordsmen under your hands show if they know that they are born and die and think they are fighting for humans, but they are actually chess pieces that you can make and just fight for your private affairs?"
Chapter completed!