In the evening, there was a chanting sound coming from under the thick curtains of Kimuzan's hiding place.

"The moon itself does not shine, but absorbs light from the sun, and then reflects a very small part of the sun's light onto the earth through the diffuse reflection on the planet's surface. Therefore, the earth is under the sunlight at any time."

When the sun in the temple was reading this, he first glanced at Muzan Kimuzan who was lying on the rocking chair and resting with his eyes closed, and then continued to read according to the text on the book.

"According to astronomers at the Royal Academy of Sciences of the British Empire, the energy reflected by the moon can provide between about one hundred thousand and one half thousand of the sunlight, and its brightness is only equivalent to a candle lit one meter away. Apart from night lighting and providing a foundation for fantasy for some romantic poets, moonlight has no available scientific value for the time being."

The sun stopped in the temple.

Not long ago, he learned that Tongmo and Akaza had lost the news and felt deeply about this sentence "There is no value available."

All day today, Muzan Kimuzan did not show any sadness or anger that he should have lost his subordinates. In addition to mocking Akaza for being "unbelievably disappointed", he felt a little satisfied with the disappearance of the thorny boy in his eyes.

In his words—

“As long as I am willing to give blood, there will be many alternatives like theirs.”

However, before the Zhushi was solved, he did not plan to continue to create a ghost at the winding level for the time being.

However, even the best among thousands of ghosts, the winding string is just a little bit in Wusan's heart - a position similar to the store shelves, which can be replaced at any time...

"Why don't you read it?"

Muzan Kimuzan opened his eyes and was the mimicry black, which implies that he is in a good mood at the moment.

"The rest is useless."

The sun in the temple puts the book aside, "It's just a waste of time to read it."

"I have time, and I'll say it's useless."

Wusan's voice was low and his tone subconsciously threatened.

If it was the former Ming Nu, he had already started kowtowing and admitting his mistake at this time.

But the sun in the temple stretched, yawned before saying, "Oh."

"Crack."

The voice came from Wusai's clenched fists.

"Hmm? What's the sound?"

The sun in the temple turned suspiciously.

"……nothing."

Before the sun in the temple was transformed into a ghost, he tried his best to escape the fact that his lover was killing his brother, trying to forget all this, so after he became a ghost, this obsession made him die in Muzan Ki.

Although his behavior is not divided into occasions and has no sense of hierarchy, this is the only subordinate he trusts since Wusan became more sensitive and suspicious (although the Sun of the Temple does not consider himself to be a subordinate).

In addition, this guy is also responsible for overcoming his weaknesses...

So Muzan Kimuzan decided to temporarily swallow these dissatisfactions and wait for the day when he uses this guy to truly overcome the sunshine.

You must chew him and eat him!

However, Wusan still plans to discuss some important matters now.

For example, through the description in the book just now, he had touched the truth about the sun gathering in the temple to help him treat his old injuries.

"According to the book, from the beginning, the moonlight gathered through this guy's body was an extremely weak sunlight."

Kimuzan Muzan flicked the armrest of the chair with his fingers.

"The reason why the old wounds that Ji Guoyuanyi left me back then was repaired is not because the power of the moonlight was offset, but because - I am slowly adapting to the sunlight!"

"Just like those kings in ancient times who suspected that someone would poison him, they would gradually adapt by eating animals that died of poisoning, and then turn into diluted poison, and finally become ordinary concentrations..."

"So, what this guy borrowed from the beginning was not the power of the moon, but the real power of the sun."

"Tsk...Is this a vaccine for gradually immunizing the sun?"

Muzan Kimuzan glanced at the sun in the temple with complicated eyes, "It's really worthy of your name."

At this moment, the sun in the temple walked to the window and pulled a gap - this window faces east, so it will not be directly shined by the sun in the evening, but looking at the sky from here, you can tell that there are many things.

“The sun was very dim this afternoon…”

The sun in the temple looked at the courtyard wall not far away, which was reddened by the setting sun, "It was exactly the opposite of the extremely bright sunshine this morning."

Muzan Kimuzan didn't say anything, but brows jumped suddenly.

The sunlight at sunrise this morning (that is, the one that hit Yanichiro) was so strong that even through the walls and the dark curtains, it could make him feel like a burning torture all over his body. This abnormality was also the reason why he called someone to buy a complete set of popular astronomy books.

He has been studying medicine and himself for the past thousand years, but he has forgotten to study his biggest enemy, the Sun.

Unexpectedly, in just a short while, I really discovered the truth from the book that the solar energy in the temple made his old wound heal.

As long as we continue like this - one hundred years, one thousand years...

Even without the blue red spider lily, he will one day be able to stand in the sun again and become the ultimate creature without any weaknesses.

While he was imagining, the sun in the temple opened the window and jumped out from the second floor.

"What are you doing?! It's not dark yet!"

The sun in the temple had just one move, which made Muzan Kimuzan's eyes reveal their true colors.

Muzan Kimuzan rushed to the window, but did not dare to jump down with him. He could only cover his body with the curtains and shouted loudly: "Come back to me!"

If Heihe Mou was here, he would definitely be surprised at the worry on Wusan's face at this time, just like his most commonly used "contempt", "anger" and "anxiety" - is this guy who only has himself in his heart actually starting to care about the life and death of his ghosts?

However, the sun in the temple just gave him a gesture of "Don't worry" and began to walk towards the red wall.

It was a wall shining directly by the sun!

"what are you up to?"

Blue veins surged from Muzan Kimuzan's forehead, "Are you crazy?"

In fact, he can use his blood ghost technique to transform flesh and blood and get the other party back directly.

But to be on the safe side, he has never been outdoors during the day for a thousand years - even if the snowy weather is so shady that ghosts can go out, he will never take risks.

A wall that was covered in Kimuzan's thoughts prevented him from saving the sun in the temple.

Recalling the indescribable pain when he became a ghost, the first time he was exposed to the sun, was enough to stop him from taking any action.

Then, his eyes were filled with bloodshot—

The sun in the temple actually reached the place where the sun could shine, casting the shadow of five fingers on the red wall.

Muzan Kimuzan almost stopped breathing.

Except for him who can persist in the sun for a very short period of time, any other ghost will turn into gray when it shines on the sun, even if it is a ghost-

Don't ask him how he knew, there has never been an exception.

Could it be...

Kimuzan Muzan's hair lost its mimicry color and became as pale as his face.

I hope to overcome the sunshine, so that's the end?

Are you going to go back to the long and boundless old path of searching for that flower?

However, his pessimism did not last long, because an even more unbelievable scene appeared before him.

"Hey, look!"

The sun in the temple excitedly waved his right hand in direct sunlight, "I'm fine!"

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Muzan Kimuzan's mood was flipping violently like a roller coaster. He wanted to say something, but felt the sound was blocked on his tongue, making him unable to open his mouth, but his eyes were always locked on that hand.

Four seconds.

Five seconds.

Six seconds.

He noticed that the sun's hands in the temple began to smoke.

At this moment, a thorny flesh whip made a scream that tear open the air, pulling the sun in the temple back at a speed that the naked eye could not observe, and then threw it hard on the bookshelf in the corner of the room.

The bookshelf fell, and hundreds of books on it fell one after another, burying the sun in the temple.

But Muzan Kimuzan, who has the strongest body in the world, was breathing violently because of this action just now.

It was not because of how much burden his body had been under, but because of his body temperature, which was gradually rising due to his excitement.

Before the sun in the temple could emerge from under the bookshelf, Muzan Kimuzan cut off one of his fingers with a crazy look.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he threw the finger away and crashed into the red wall shining by the sun like a bullet.

One second, two seconds, three seconds, four seconds, five seconds—

As predicted, it was completely safe.
To be continued...