Nine o'clock in the morning.

The heavy curtains covered all the sunshine. Nanako, played by Muzan Kimuzan, was humming the ancient songs of the Heian era - when she was still a human being, while translating the works of the Austrian psychiatrist Freud. Her expression looked relaxed and comfortable, and she was even a little proud.

There is no other reason, it's just happiness.

Previously, Masatoshi Desouchi and his wife invited her to have a meal of wisteria tea in the evening and gave her a pair of sun-wheel iron bracelets to protect her safety (and she also wore them on the spot).

As a result, nothing was found.

Even if the high concentration of wisteria flower liquid flows into the mouth and touches the delicate tongue, it is no different from the feeling of humans when drinking high-level white wine. For Muzan Kimuzan, it is not a matter of spicy taste.

She first calmly drank the tea that her parents-in-law received, and then started crying like she saw things and thoughts.

The couple in the temple asked her why she cried, and she said:

"My parents had to stay indoors all year round because of skin disease. At that time, villagers nearby began to rumor that my family had some shameful secrets."

"After hearing about this, the local chief brought a pot of wisteria wine to visit, but my parents were weak and could not drink alcohol..."

"But unexpectedly, they used this rejection as a reason to attack."

"That night, the villagers surrounded our family with torches, saying that our family was full of evil ghosts with red eyes. How could ordinary people have such ominous eyes as blood? If they have more money than them, they must rely on tricks to seize them. Therefore, we have to burn us to death in order to obtain a happy life."

"Because the more things get bigger and bigger, they attract the Demon Slayer again..."

Nanazi held the teacup and burst into tears. The confusion technique targeting humans will play a greater role when arousing their emotions.

Under this subtle influence, the old couple did not doubt anything, but showed sympathy. After all, in Japan, the above things happen from time to time. If they look a little weird, they will be attacked by the surrounding villagers as monsters.

However, after careful verification of such matters, most of them are deliberately fanned by those who are interested in order to find opportunities to embezzle the property of these victims' homes.

Nanazi continued, "Since then, every time I smell the wisteria flowers, I will think of that thing..."

"If someone wants to invite me to drink wisteria wine, I will be afraid to drink it."

"Because if you don't do this, you may be caught and cut off your head in public!"

The lady of the Temple was already full of tears when she heard this. She glared at her husband who had this idea, snatched her daughter-in-law's wine glass, and then transferred the topic to her dead son. For a moment, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law comforted each other, and the relationship was extremely harmonious, which was not an exaggeration to say that it was touching.

Masato Tanuchi looked at Nanako who was completely unremarkable after drinking tea, and finally strengthened her original belief.

He decided to show the courage of an army minister, even if he faced the pressure from His Majesty, he would still fight against the ghost killing team, the old nobles and blind folk superstitions to the end.

After all, the cabinet has not been doing this for a day or two, it has been waiting for that Bintian.

But when his relatives were hurt, Masato Taruchi no longer wanted to endure it.

So the next day, he opened his face with the Demon Slayer Team. He wanted to go to the telephone company to track down the Demon Slayer Team headquarters along the telephone line, but when the police arrived, the operator was already empty...

In this way, their only breakthrough for the Demon Slayer team was the only one left, Kuroyu, who had already defected to Muzan Kimuzan.

However, these are all later stories.

Muzan Kimuzan, who performed a tactful performance, was very satisfied with his improvisational performance and the results of the performance.

Everything is developing according to her plan. Sooner or later, human beings will become her important tool for searching for the blue spider lily!

And this kind of optimism lasts until now.

The pleasant singing stopped abruptly, and the messages penetrated into Muzan Kimuzan's head like bullets. Before he learned about the content of this information, he knew that this must be bad news.

More than one more.

"Which useless waste was killed again..."

Muzan Kimuzan has become accustomed to death recently, and his expression is numb, "It's not that the wolf who eats the ghost and makes progress, and he swallows the guy with the wheel head."

After saying that, she sat down on the sofa and carefully felt the specific content of the message...

"Are you tired?"

Ominous premonition lingers in my heart.

Then, in his sight before he died of exhaustion, he saw a familiar and disgusting face.

That face was skinny, irregular protrusions and depressions everywhere, and unbearable scabies hung...

It's a prostitute Taro!

It is the missing prostitute Taro!

How could he be here!

"You can see it, Muzan Kimuzan."

Taro, a prostitute, grinned at the other side of his vision, "Don't be so surprised. A disgusting guy like you who casually deprives his subordinates of important things will be destined to have a sincere follower."

"You are waiting to see, there will be more and more ghosts like me who get rid of you..."

"Sooner or later, your elephant with a savage color on the outside will be eaten by our ants..."

"Be kinder to your subordinates."

"Otherwise, it would be very troubled if the woman who played the piano was thrown directly into the sun!"

"Hahahahahahahaha--"

Amid the rampant laughter, the vision in front of me disappeared, but the voice circulated in the mind of the only audience.

"Prostitute Taro, how dare you! How dare you! How dare you!"

Furious swept through his five heads, seven hearts and blood all over his body.

He was not angry because of his exhaustion, the death of Shinsheng, whom he liked, but the frivolous and provocative tone of the prostitute Taro and what he said, which touched the greatest anxiety in Kimuzan's heart.

Like Zhu Shi - the ghost who broke free from his bondage finally appeared again!

And like that female ghost, he embarked on the road to confront him.

Most importantly, Taro, the Proudo, also claimed that there will be more ghosts like this in the future!

Although I don’t know what’s going on, as the sixth one of the twelve ghosts with the most blood of his prostitute, they may betray them...

So what about the other windings?

For example, the Tongma, who has never respected him.

For example, Akaza, who obeys his words, but shows appreciation for humans from time to time, and does not eat women or children.

Finally, there is what Proudo Taro said, among all the ghosts, Naruto, who is most likely to kill him.

Don’t talk about the mind reading, Muzan Kimuzan no longer believes in this ability.

Didn’t he notice nothing before the prostitute Taro betrayed?

Unconsciously, fear began to spread in Muzan Kimuzan's heart.

Once the seeds of doubt fall, they will immediately take root and sprout. For Muzan Kimuzan, who has no sense of security and is only for survival, the tide of doubt is even more surging.

Just because of an exception, all the ghosts under his command suddenly became unreliable.

He suppressed his anxiety and rage and continued to watch the scenes before the death of several other ghosts, hoping to find any clues.

However, he saw that Peilang used the Sun Wheel Knife to kill the Lulu and the Xiangkai whom he sent to assist...

"What is the blue light spot in Peilang's eyes..."

"And that stiff movement, what's going on? It's like a **reluctant."

The more things Kimuzan Muzan didn't know, the more he felt strongly uneasy.

"But Peilang did not betray me, otherwise his memory would not have been passed on..."

Finally, he still browsed Peilang's memory.

But because Peilang died naturally because of the puppet technique, Muzan Kimuzan only saw a few paper people surrounded by blue grimaces turning into ashes.

He only heard a voiceover: "Another failure."

Then, nothing is gone...

"What is this?"

Those paper people made Muzan Kimuzan feel the strong malice, as if death was handing her an invitation.

"Why are there more and more unclear things in this world..."

"Why is Pelang controlled? What does the failed product mean...Is it said that the prostitute Taro is an example of success?"

"Someone is trying to control my ghost?"

His five brains quickly unfolded free associations based on threats and pessimism.

The thought that had not appeared in a few days suddenly popped up from his mind again.

"Red-eyed..."

"The old man in the fire..."

"A creature similar to me..."

"betray..."

"Can you say," Muzan Kimuzan leaned stiffly against the sofa like a puppet, "Is there really a similar existence to me in this world?"
To be continued...