This Old Man Isn't as Trashy as Muzan

Considering that Tamayo's future human-transforming medicine would require the blood of the Twelve Kizuki, Rota had already made plans. This Upper Rank demon before him looked like excellent experimental material.

Simply killing Blood Mist Wind would be far too wasteful. If he could recruit him to help Tamayo with her experiments, that would be ideal.

A trace of panic flashed through Blood Mist Wind's eyes. Was this old man a monster? After enduring so many rounds of his bombardment, he was completely unscathed. It was simply unbelievable. Even Kokushibo would not dare be so careless. No wonder he was someone even Lord Muzan feared.

Blood Mist Wind had already prepared himself to die. It was daytime now; aside from the shade within the forest they were in, there was nowhere else to hide.

Rota did not rush to attack. Instead, he looked at Blood Mist Wind teasingly. "Well, this old man is curious about something too. Since you've already found the Blue Spider Lily, why not use it yourself?"

It was not as though Blood Mist Wind had never considered it, but he had already dismissed the idea. Even if he gained the ability to withstand sunlight, he would still stand no chance against Muzan. He could not escape Muzan's control. If Muzan wanted him dead, there would be nowhere he could hide.

Looking at the somewhat naive Blood Mist Wind, Rota kindly explained, "First, do you know the lifespan of the Blue Spider Lily? It only blooms during the daytime, so there's no need to elaborate on that. There's another point: it only blooms for two or three days a year. By the time you bring it back to Muzan, the Blue Spider Lily will already be useless."

Blood Mist Wind watched Rota warily. He felt that Rota could