Although It Was a Flag, It Was Actually Harmless

Blood Mist Wind lowered his head and sighed helplessly. What Rota said made sense. If the other party truly wanted to kill him, why would they make it so difficult?

However, making himself say Muzan's name aloud felt difficult no matter how he thought about it. On second thought, whether he said it or not, his life was already in the hands of the old man before him.

"Muzan!" Blood Mist Wind gathered his courage and spoke in a low voice.

Just as Blood Mist Wind prepared himself for the punishment of death, he was astonished to find that his body showed not the slightest reaction. Could Muzan's curse over him have vanished?

Aside from Kokushibo, Muzan had placed a restriction on every demon, forbidding them from revealing his name or even his hiding place.

Under normal circumstances, if he spoke Muzan's name, he should have exploded and died. Yet a full minute had passed, and his body remained completely unharmed.

"I've escaped Muzan's control? How did you accomplish something like this?" The vicious glint had long vanished from Blood Mist Wind's crimson demon eyes. They were now filled only with reverence for Rota.

"See? This old man did not deceive you. As for the method, just treat it as a secret art. Even if I explained too much, you probably would not understand."

"Old Heavenly Master, I... I do not even know what to say. Thank you for sparing my life."

Blood Mist Wind had previously been under Muzan's brainwashing, possessing only a vague awareness of what he had done. Fortunately, influenced by his own subconscious, Blood Mist Wind had not committed excessive slaughter even after becoming a demon.

It could be said that Blood Mist Wind's survival was inseparably tied to his restraint. If he had been an