Rhythmic footsteps came from the forest, and a young man in a black suit jacket, straight and weak-faced face walked out of the shadows and appeared under the moonlight.

He is the youngest among the four under Kimuzan, the youngest one of the four under his commands, Yan Meng.

"Ah, it's so comfortable."

He opened his arms and let the moonlight soak his body. The feminine moans caused a small wave in the darkness.

From a few weeks ago, his body has undergone a mutant change - not only can heal in the moonlight, accelerate digestion and growth, but also extract a strange black substance from his body after eating.

According to the heavy and warm nature of the thing, Nightmare called it "the black precipitation of despair".

Yanmeng is a smart ghost. He knew very well that the source of this change was not himself, but the adult who gave his blood to him.

Although that black precipitation cannot make his body stronger, it has the power to corrupt people's hearts and is very suitable for his blood ghost technique. It is often effective in humans.

For example, Kasaka and Goro's changes that are not ghosts but are even more brutal than ghosts are the result of being affected by this sediment.

Whenever he thinks of the changes in humans, Yan Meng's admiration for Muzan Kimuzan is filled in another point.

Therefore, the moment Yoshihara saw the blue red flower, Yanmeng made up her mind to get the flower as a gift to the adults.

If he could still get new blood, his blood ghost technique would be even stronger.

When he becomes strong, he will definitely be able to gain more opportunities to serve the adults like the previous few windings.

"That kind of thing, I can't help but tremble..."

While thinking about becoming Muzan Kimuzan's right-hand man, Yan Meng made a strange laugh.

However, what he could not have imagined was that the reason why Muzan Kimuzan stopped meeting them was that he didn't want other ghosts to know their hiding place, so he was so at ease to develop in a vulgar way, and had nothing to do with their strength...

On the contrary, if the ghosts under his command become too strong, he will worry that these ghosts will become Zhu Shi's targets, and he will become a fool who gives help to the enemy.

This is why he only added two windings recently and left them by his side and refused to go anywhere.

"The businessman told me that there should be eight people in this family, and it would be enough to leave the woman's life and get information."

He walked up the rugged mountain road and soon saw the house of the shogun family on the slope.

"Although I usually make you die in your dreams kindly, I didn't bring any helpers today...

"I'm sorry, it seems that this time, I can only make you scare to death in the nightmare.

“That way, I can get more of that warm, dark, viscous sediment.

"But as compensation, since it's a family, I'll let you enter the same dream and spend the last time together!"

As he said that, Yan Meng was like a band conductor, slashing his fingers in the void across more than 30 meters.

"Vampire · Dream Catching Web!"

As his movements were completed, a huge, illusory blue dream catcher appeared above the stove house, completely covering the entire area.

As the name suggests, for those who have fallen asleep, Nightmare can use this blood ghost technique to read their dreams, and then gain control of the dreams, weave all the dreams into the same dream.

After all, the fewer dreams he controls, the easier it is to manipulate them.

"Ah, I felt the dream of deep sleep. It was indeed eight good ones... Fireworks, Food, Old Woman, is this a child's dream? It's so boring."

He was the only one who talked to himself here, but Yan Meng still pretended to yawn.

"What I want to hear more is your screams in your sleep!"

As the words came to an end, a thick black ink-like thing suddenly oozed out from the center of the dark blue dream catcher.

That is a form of diluted sediment, which is a relatively economical use, but it is enough to affect people's mind.

As the "ink" began to spread around the network, the dream of unity began to change accordingly.

"The soba noodles turned into maggots, the kind grandma turned into hanged ghosts, the beautiful fireworks turned into fires, and you all became rotten corpses in each other's eyes..."

An intoxicated look surged from Yan Meng's face, "Scream desperately! Run away desperately! Survive desperately! Try to break free from this tragic fate!

"The more desperate you are, the richer the sediment left behind!

"Don't be stingy! Just use this desperate scream to satisfy me!"

As more and more terrifying things are in the dream, the ink on the dream catcher network is eroding faster and faster.

According to past experience, when the ink completely dyes the entire dream catcher, all dreamers will lose their minds due to extreme despair.

Or in the words of Nightmare - the mental core collapses and dies.

But just as he was fully focused and planned to build some more terrifying scenes in his dream—

Nightmare's body was suddenly overwhelmed by a group of golden butterflies flying from nowhere!

However, this is just a manifestation!

Dozens of butterflies flew past Yanmeng's body, and terrifying blood flowers were also stirred up!

One of the butterflies even came out from behind Yan Meng's head, bringing out one of his eyes!

"What's this……"

Yan Meng was full of doubts and looked at her body with one eye - but there were no butterflies on her body!

This thin body was filled with thin thousand books. All the acupuncture points that were crucial to the human body were blocked by thousands of books.

Even if the gods are ghosts and the blood vessels are cut off, it is a very troublesome thing.

"Ghost Killing Team?"

While recovering from his body, Yan Meng asked to the air around him.

These thousands of books have a faint warmth, which is obviously made of sun-wheel iron, and are also coated with poisons that can paralyze the winding strings. It is definitely the work of the ghost killing team.

But, how could they be here? Did the news of the Blue Ridge Flower also attracted their attention?

"Make it right."

On the treetops diagonally above Yanmeng, the butterfly held the trait of the Sun Wheel Knife suddenly swept down, and with one blow, it penetrated through Yanmeng's other eye, stabbed deeply into his brain, then twisted the hilt of the sword and poured all the newly configured poison into it.

Don't give ghosts a chance-

This is the experience that everyone knows about how Muzan Kimuzan was summed up after escaping from Ji Guoyuan. Don’t listen to ghosts, it’s probably not a good thing anyway.

After completing this action, Butterfly Ninja pulled out the blade, took off the eyeball strung on it in disgust, pinched it in his hand and looked at it.

There is a word "si" written on it.

On the ground, the eyeball that was taken away by Qianbian before was written with "winding".

After glanced at the nightmare, which melted quickly without saying a word, but the butterfly felt unreality suddenly surged in her heart.

"Shangxin Gui, is it really that weak? Even if Muzan Kitsumi is unavailable, isn't this guy a bit too much..."

The reason why Butterfly Ninja appears here is because she and Tanjiro didn't sleep at all.

Although Shinichiro looked fine, he had a high fever that never subsided. Although Tanjiro helped him reduce the temperature manually, the effect could only last for a short while.

In his sleep, Xian Ichiro did not have the burden of being a war general, so he would inevitably let out painful moans.

So, Butterfly Nin, a doctor, exchanged rooms with Takeo Kazuno and took care of Shinichiro himself, while Tanjiro insisted on staying together.

In this way, the two of them sat on Xianichiro's body to observe his vital signs, one fanned the heat and the other manually cooled down with a towel, and there was no chance to fall asleep at all.

Until two minutes ago—

Tanjiro suddenly smelled an extremely terrifying stench, and the Butterfly Ninja came out to check it out.

After discovering that this ghost was using the blood ghost surgery, she immediately used her entry-level perspective to throw out dozens of thousands of books to limit its movements, and then "kill" it.

It was done in one go.

I thought it was just an ordinary ghost...

But when I saw the number representing the winding, Butterfly Ninja instinctively felt something was wrong.

Sure enough, when she turned around, the huge blue dream catcher was still hanging above the head of the stove house.

However, the thick black ink stopped spreading because it lost its controller.

But the blood ghost technique is still there, which proves a little bit.

"That ghost is not dead!"

Butterfly Nin was shocked and looked at the poisoned corpse beside him. It was clearly real flesh and blood rather than illusion.

"Is it like the ghost named Bantiangou before, a ghost with multiple clones?"

After having this idea, Butterfly Ninja immediately hit the Kuwu in her sleeve, and her body disappeared invisible. In fact, she searched the surrounding woods at a speed that ordinary people could not imagine.

But she still got nothing!

There was no way, she took a look at the unfinished blood ghost technique, and couldn't help but worry about the situation of others, so she could only return to the stove house with concern.

She knocked on the door at the rhythm she had agreed with Tanjiro, who immediately opened the door, but the solemn expression made Butterflynin's heart sink.

"Miss Ninja!"

There was a hint of helplessness in Tanjiro's voice, "Dad, mom, Nezuko Renichiro, and others, they can't wake up no matter how they shout!"

"What?!"
To be continued...