"Boss, you really know how to have fun!"
Yamakawa Kouta had returned to his human form, chewing on the flesh in his mouth as he sighed.
Nakime had already sent him to Infinity Castle. He had just finished a fight and was starving.
Muzan and Douma, meanwhile, pretended to be seriously wounded, their clothes shredded to rags by claws during the battle.
They "weakly" leaned against the wall, their faces full of resentment.
When the Demon Slayer Corps' support staff arrived carrying stretchers to rescue them, "Xu Xing" finally looked as though he had been saved. He let out a breath of relief, then kept passing out.
Watching this, Douma thought that Lord Muzan really hadn't lived for hundreds of years for nothing!
His acting was incredible!
I'll faint too~
After the "badly injured" "brothers" received some simple treatment at Wisteria House, they were sent to the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters.
Muzan carefully memorized the route the entire way.
Hehehe, Ubuyashiki, you idiot. Your enemy now knows the location of your headquarters!
And now your enemy has entered your home and is receiving your treatment!
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You're so pathetic!
All that's left is the Swordsmith Village, and I'll know all your secrets!
You're so pathetic!
What prophecy? You couldn't even foresee me barging into your home!
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You're so pathetic!
Douma watched Lord Muzan let out those lecherous little chuckles and kept smiling~
By then, the two had already been taken to a ward and were being cared for by the treatment division.
Hearing footsteps approaching, Muzan hurriedly returned to a normal expression and leaned against the wall behind his bed, reading a book.
As the curtain was pulled aside, several figures filed in.
Muzan froze.
The head of the Ubuyashiki Family?
And a group of Hashira behind him?
*What's