Demon Slayer: Become the villain Boss Muzan

The old man was killed in a car accident.

Decades later, the Demon Slayer Corps, which had once been strong because of Yoriichi, fell into silence again.

When the last demon hunter with the stripe died, the strength of the Demon Slayer Corps fell to the bottom again.

What's even more ridiculous is that even though Muzan Kibutsuji has lived in the sun for decades, the Demon Slayer Corps still thinks that demons can only appear at night.

In addition, for some unknown reason, the government has introduced several measures to suppress civilian armed organizations, and the living space of the Demon Slayer Corps has been infinitely compressed.

But relying on the predictive ability of the Ubuyashiki family, the economic operation of the Ubuyashiki family is still not affected, and the economic support of the Demon Slayer Corps has not changed.

The Demon Slayer Corps had not realized that the demons they were fighting against were no longer Muzan and his demons, but half-demons who were of low IQ but similar to demons to a great extent.

On a hot summer day, a cool breeze blew by.

The scorching sun was hanging high in the middle, and the high temperature forced few pedestrians on the street.

The six demon hunters were not wearing the uniforms of the Demon Slayer Corps. They had the Sun Wheel Sword hanging around their waists, hidden in the wide haori.

A passerby came hurriedly with a parasol and pale skin.

The demon hunter called the passerby:

"Hello, can I ask where the Hidden God Forest is?"

The passerby stopped, looked at them, and pointed to the mountain in the distance: "That's it."

After that, the passerby hurried away.

"Thank you."

The demon hunter thanked the passerby from behind, and then rushed in the direction the passerby pointed.

The passerby suddenly stopped, looked at their figures, shook his head, and continued on his way.

The passerby was Muzan. Although he was no longer afraid of the sun, the sun was so strong in the dog days of summer that he felt dizzy without an umbrella.

As for the purpose of the Demon Slayer Corps, Muzan naturally knew it.

The Hidden God Forest was a small forest where a half-demon appeared. He had just dealt with it.

The members of the Demon Slayer Corps were destined to make a wasted trip.

Speaking of which, the demon hunters he saw during this period were really weaker than each other.

He heard that Komaji was looking for him, so he wanted to come out for some fresh air. He had been staying at home for decades, so it would be good to see if there were any changes.

He also wanted to find Komaji.

He didn't know where the kid was now.

He should be in his forties. I hope he is still alive when he finds Komaji.

Thinking of Komaji's extremely strong physique, Muzan felt that there should be no problem.

It was getting dark, and Muzan came to the Soryu Dojo.

Things have changed.

After knocking on the door, Muzan stood outside and waited for a few seconds before a child ran over to open the door.

"What do you want?"

"Is Komaji here?"

The child was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly shouted to the dojo: "Father! Someone is looking for grandpa!"

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Muzan was invited into the house, and a cup of tea was placed there. The tea leaves slowly fell to the bottom of the cup, and only a few leaves were still floating on the water.

"Are you the doctor's child?"

The man sitting opposite Muzan asked eagerly.

"Ah..." Although Muzan didn't expect to be treated as his son for a while, he just accepted it:

"Yes, where is Mr. Komaji?"

"My father left home a year ago to look for your father. He told me that if anyone comes to look for him, they can look for him in the direction of the sunset."

"Thank you very much."

Muzan stood up and was about to leave.

The man subconsciously wanted to keep him, but seeing that Muzan had no intention of staying any longer, he didn't say much.

Muzan picked up the paper umbrella that he had just placed at the door, opened it and raised it, his back figure getting farther and farther away.

A few days later, Muzan went all the way west.

When he arrived at a prosperous town, he went to a hotel and booked a room.

Unexpectedly, he met the Demon Slayer Corps again on the roadside.

But Muzan knew that there were no ghosts nearby, and no half-ghosts were found.

He couldn't be exposed, right?

At this time, the three ghost hunters ordered a bowl of ramen at a ramen restaurant on the roadside and were waiting to eat.

Out of curiosity, Muzan also went over to order a bowl of ramen and approached the ghost hunters.

"Hello?"

The ghost hunters were a girl and two boys. When they heard that Muzan seemed to be talking to them, one of the taller boys looked over and said, "Hello."

Muzan asked curiously, "Are you from the Demon Slayer Corps?"

The ghost hunter nodded, with a vigilant look on his face, "What's wrong?"

As long as he wants to report! He will be knocked out!

The government has invested a lot of money to suppress civilian armed organizations-report

Those who carry knives without permission can receive 300 taels of rice (rice-based economy).

It is equivalent to a samurai's income for half a year.

So during this period, the members of the Demon Slayer Corps were also afraid of being reported.

Seeing their vigilant look, Muzan understood what was going on and said hurriedly:

"I won't report it! I just want to ask, is there a ghost nearby?"

The ghost hunter breathed a sigh of relief and said, "We have received reports that people have been dying strangely nearby. We suspect there may be ghosts, but it may also be man-made."

"Is that so..."

While talking, the ramen was ready. The ghost hunters took the ramen handed over by the boss, and Muzan's was also ready.

Not to mention, it tasted pretty good.

After saying goodbye to the ghost hunters, Muzan continued to look for Komaji and wandered around.

As the night unfolded, in the bustling downtown area, Muzan suddenly felt something pressing against his back.

He knew there was someone around him, but he didn't care because there were people on the street.

But now he realized that someone was holding a knife against his back.

The man grabbed Wuzan's wrist and threatened in a low voice: "Don't shout, go!"

Wuzan also cooperated and followed the man who grabbed him. The surrounding environment became more and more desolate. The two walked out of the city and came to a dilapidated and abandoned house.

Hearing the footsteps of the two people, several more people came out of the dilapidated house.

Through the cracks in the door and the broken windows, Wuzan saw the bodies thrown in the dilapidated house.

"Hand over the money!"

Wuzan was a foreigner from another place, and he spent money lavishly all day. In addition, he had no weapons on him and did not look like he was able to resist. It was normal for him to attract attention.

He was going to destroy the bodies after being robbed...

Although there was no need to eat people, but the ones who were offered to him...

After a while,

"Help! Help!!!"

"Don't kill me!!!"

"Ghost--!"

......

The last robber who was frightened and trembling on the ground, crying and running away in panic was swallowed up in one bite.

Muzan's arm returned to its original state. He glanced at the three ghost hunters who were hiding behind the wall and trembling, and pretended not to see them and left.

Muzan was in a good mood after tasting the familiar taste for the first time in a long time, but he needed to remind Maruoka Masahiro and Maruoka Kinko to improve the social atmosphere and develop the economy. It was not good to be robbed on the way.

Muzan had a hunch that he would find Komaji soon.