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All the Lower Moon demons looked up in unison, gazing in the same direction.
A woman dressed in a black kimono stood high above them, looking down at them with a cold expression.
That look was as if he were looking at some insignificant ant.
The woman's face was as exquisite as a doll's, her scarlet vertical pupils radiating an eerie red light. Despite her petite figure, she possessed an indescribable majesty, as if she were a being of a higher order than all of them.
"Kneel down and bow to me."
The woman spoke, but her voice was a deep male voice.
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom.
The dull thuds of knees hitting the floor blended together.
The moment the cold, flat voice rang out, it was as if the words themselves were magic; before the demons could even begin to think, their bodies acted first.
In the traditional apology gesture of island nations, one kneels before the other party.
At this moment, no words were needed; they still understood the identity of the 'woman' before them.
It was his master, the first ghost who had lived for over a thousand years, the progenitor of all ghosts, the Ghost King—
Ghost Dance Tsuji Mukai!
Looking at the Lower Moon demons kneeling before her, each harboring their own ulterior motives and endless wild thoughts, Muzan's beautiful phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, making them appear even more elongated.
His eyes are cold, his blood is cold, and his heart is cold!
People's joys and sorrows are not shared, and at this moment Muzan only felt that they were making a fuss.
Why are those who are so outstanding and so similar to me working themselves to death, while you bunch of good-for-nothings are still alive and well?
From the very beginning, bringing these Lower Moon demons here was simply to vent my anger.
Just like some people, when they are angry, they will vent their emotions by destroying things.
These Lower Moon demons are merely punching bags.
Ultimately, despite their individual efforts, they all became Lower Moon demons.
However, to Muzan, the Lower Rank demons were not much different from ordinary demons; they were just playthings he could make at will.
Only Upper Moon demons could get his attention.
Seeing their pathetic state before death, hearing their screams as they die, and feeling their fear of themselves makes Muzan feel a little better.
He casually made up a few excuses and killed four Lower Moon demons in descending order of their numbers, experiencing the joy of being a Demon Slayer.
The true Demon Pillar, Muzan, looked at the last and strongest Lower Rank demon.
She has short, black hair that reaches her shoulders, gradually turning orange-red at the ends, and two braids with bluish-green ends at the back of her head.
He wasn't wearing traditional island nation attire, but rather a black suit, with the word "Next" etched in his pale green left eye.
It is the current Lower Moon One, Nightmare.
Unlike the previous four ghosts, which either begged for mercy, cried loudly in fear, tried to escape, or even prayed for more blessings.
This ghost, with its delicate features that made it difficult to distinguish its gender, remained remarkably calm throughout.
Without fear or complaint, he calmly accepted his fate, seemingly content with everything Muzan had arranged.
"Is there anything else you'd like to say?" Muzan asked somewhat perfunctorily.
He didn't really want to know how the other party would defend themselves; he was just going through the motions. The subtext was simply to leave a final message.
"Yes, it feels like I'm dreaming..."
"Being able to do it yourself, and to hear the cries of other ghosts before they die, is enough to make me happy..."
"I am so happy!" Nightmare clasped her hands together, a mysterious blush on her cheeks.
"What I love most is seeing other people's misfortune and suffering. I dream about seeing it all the time. I am extremely grateful that you left me to be the last one!"
Chapter 396 The Fourth Year of Remembering Akaza
When it was her turn, Enmu even had a faint smile on her face, as if dying at the hands of Lord Muzan was a great honor for her.
This standard, answer-like response from an excellent employee, along with the distorted ideas hidden within his words, greatly pleased Muzan.
Now that I've become a ghost, I should worship myself as the Ghost King!
Muzan originally thought that Gyokko was already abnormal enough, but he never expected that there would be a demon even more powerful than him!
Good work deserves to be rewarded!
puff--
Bizarre limbs covered in wriggling tumors and sharp teeth, with sharp bone spurs growing from their tips, pierced into Nightmare's body at a speed that was impossible to react to.
The Ghost King's blood flowed down the spike and into Nightmare's body.
Child of the Soul, pour forth...
"Drink up, hehe... ah ah..."
Nightmare lay on the ground in agony, rolling and convulsing.
The moment the blood entered his body, he felt as if a strange mixture of sulfuric acid and magma was surging and wreaking havoc within him.
The blood of the Ghost King is both a reward and a curse for ghosts!
Muzan's cells can cause extremely drastic changes in a person's body in a short period of time. Those who can withstand the changes will naturally become stronger, but those who cannot accept these changes will have their cells completely destroyed.
"I've taken a liking to you; let me give you more of my blood."
"But you might not be able to withstand that amount of blood and die."
Looking at Enmu, who seemed to be an eel being roasted alive on a wire mesh, writhing and twitching on the ground, Muzan revealed an extremely amazed smile.
"However, if you can 'adapt,' you can become stronger and then lend me a hand—"
"Go and kill the Demon Slayer Pillar!"
"If you can kill that demon slayer with hair like carp streamers, I'll give you even more blood. The Upper Moon Six slot is still vacant..."
Nightmare didn't reply, he just lay on the ground coughing and panting, every cell in his body felt like it was soaking in sulfuric acid, the pain made him speechless.
But the longing in his eyes was enough to prove that he would do his best to do this well.
Ultimately, Muzan himself didn't have any expectations for this matter.
Or rather, he knew very well that, let alone killing Xia Yan, with Nightmare's strength, he would probably be beheaded in an instant just by showing his face.
The fact that he didn't die only means that Xia Yan wasn't done playing around and wanted to stab him a couple more times.
After all, even Akaza died at Natsuhiko's hands.
Even with his own blood, Nightmare is only a Lower Moon, and there is still a pitiful, thick barrier between the Upper Moon and the Lower Moon!
Nevertheless, Muzan still gave Enmu hope.
Anyway, it was just a toy that could be obtained at will, so it's okay if it dies.
If he could cause Xia Yan even the slightest trouble, then all the blood he had expended today would have been worthwhile.
Ta-da!
The pipa played two notes in quick succession, and just as the rising key began, Nightmare's figure vanished before Muzan's eyes.
Before the lingering notes of the falling tone had faded, a tall man in a red shirt appeared, wearing a carefree smile.
However, upon closer inspection, it can be seen that although the corners of the eyes are fully open with the smile, the pupils show no sign of laughter at all.
His hair was white oak, and there was a spot on his head that looked like it had been drenched in blood, with black edges spreading outwards from that spot.
The color of his irises resembles that of a rainbow, and the characters "上弦" (shàngxián, meaning upper eyelid) and "弐" (nǐ, meaning two) are engraved on the irises of his left and right eyes, respectively.
It is none other than Upper Moon Two, Doma!
"Oh dear, no wonder I heard crows cawing just as dusk was falling. Something good must have happened!"
After quickly understanding his surroundings, Doma was sitting on the floor, looking very well-behaved, but his upper body was swaying wildly, making him look like a naughty child.
"Huh? That's strange. Lord Gyokko, are Lord Hantengu and Lord Kokushibo not here? Could it be that Lord Muzan has something to ask me to do?"
"Don't worry, leave it to me! I'll definitely get it done!"
Looking at Doma, who was making a ruckus and behaving inappropriately in front of him, Muzan remained expressionless, but inwardly he frowned.
Only after Akaza died did he realize what he had truly lost.
Now it seems that Akaza is indeed the most convenient to use.
Do what you are told, without questioning, objecting, or complaining. Even if the mission fails, do your best.
If you get scolded a few times but don't talk back, it won't affect your next mission.
In contrast, the other Upper Moon demons, such as Upper Moon One Kokushibo, considered himself Muzan's partner and acted all high and mighty every day.
Upper Moon Two Doma is disrespectful and spends all his time sleepwalking and laughing, never taking anything to heart.
The Half-Heavenly Dog and the Jade Pot are two very valuable items!
One of them just cries and screams all day long, while the other makes pretty good teapots that can sell for a decent price. Unfortunately, the person in question is a pervert who has transformed himself into a grotesque creature.
Have I been too lenient with these Upper Moons?
He admitted that he said "it doesn't matter" a bit too early.
If he could do it all over again, he would rather it was Doma, the Upper Moon Two, who died back then.
It's been four years since Akaza died, and I miss him.
Taking a deep breath to suppress his disgust for Doma, Muzan said coldly to the male character:
"Doma, according to the intelligence, the demon slayer who killed Akaza often appears in the Yoshiwara entertainment district. If the intelligence is true, I want you to kill him!"
“That demon hunter is indeed unusual. I will allow you to wait until after the snowfall before taking action.”
"Are you asking me to help Lord Akaza get revenge!?" Doma looked extremely surprised, like a child who had received a reward.
"The reason why Lord Akaza lost must be because he didn't absolutely refuse to eat women. Women are obviously more nutritious, and you can become stronger quickly by eating a lot of women."
"Really, Lord Muzan, you actually condoned his behavior. You're so cunning!"