Three Evolved Demons / Xiao Fu and Grandma

After he finished speaking, a large chunk of flesh and blood sprouted from Muzan's arm.

Flesh and blood formed a huge mouth, with sharp fangs gleaming inside, ready to pounce at any moment.

I believe we can pool our resources and work together to accomplish something big.

Trembling, Byakuya voiced her thoughts and then awaited Muzan's reply.

Foolish, Kamuna, Rui, and Koyuki were all killed on the same day, in the same place, and even by the same person.

Upon hearing Muzan's words, Byakuya was shocked once again.

He thought those three guys were just unlucky and were taken down one by one by the Demon Slayer.

But now it seems they were even killed by the same person.

Is someone like that really someone I can defeat right now?

"Useless trash, can't you even offer a useful suggestion? Rokuro, you speak."

With a somewhat disdainful wave of his hand, Muzan then asked Rokuro to express his thoughts.

"My lord, I hope you can give us some more of your blood. We will definitely adapt to it and make ourselves stronger."

As he spoke, he patted his chest as if to make a promise.

Why should I listen to you and share my blood with you? It's utterly shameless! As the Lower Rank Two, don't you even have this much self-awareness?!

"And..."

With a cold look in his eyes, Muzan looked at Rokuro as if he were looking at a corpse.

"You dare to give me orders? Even dying ten thousand times wouldn't be enough."

"No, that's absolutely not what I meant!"

With wide eyes, Rokuro quickly said that he had absolutely no such idea.

Just then, Enmu suddenly spoke.

"Ah, it looks like we're going to die here. It's so sweet, like a dream."

A blush rose to her cheeks, Enmu covered her face, pleadingly saying...

"Before I die, I hope that you, my lord, will kill me last."

"Why? Are you trying to order me around?"

"No, no, I just wanted to experience the wails of other ghosts before I died."

She quickly shook her Enmu, and then closed her eyes.

Looking at him, Muzan's lips curled up slightly.

Chapter 298 The Evolution of the Three Ghosts

I admire you.

A strange smile appeared on Muzan's lips, Muzan a cold laugh.

A look of confusion crossed her face, Enmu paused for a moment.

He originally only hoped to die at Muzan's hands and personally experience that dream.

That kind of behavior—being swayed by the thoughts of adults and able to appreciate the misfortune and suffering of others.

Even when he was still human, Enmu was a guy who was a little off.

He often has difficulty distinguishing between reality and dreams, causing trouble for those around him.

As she grew older, Enmu further abused hypnotherapy, making terminally ill patients believe they had been cured.

Enmu will only appear when their lives are about to end, telling them that it's all a lie.

Seeing the despair and pain on other people's faces, Enmu was deeply captivated and excited.

Later, he encountered Muzan while repeatedly doing this kind of thing.

Muzan initially intended to kill him like everyone else, treating him as an ordinary person to satisfy his hunger.

However, when Muzan ate Enmu's internal organs, Enmu's face did not show fear, but rather a faint blush and gratitude.

This is the first time in all of Muzan's long existence that a human being eaten has ever been grateful to him.

"It's so wonderful to have met someone like you. Thank you so much."

Even in his final moments before death, Enmu's face still trembled with the memory of what Muzan had done.

It was precisely because of this that Muzan gave up eating and instead transformed it into a demon.

Later, relying on her talent, Enmu became one of the Twelve Kizuki.

And after the death of the Ubume, he became Lower Rank One.

Now, it seems that Enmu is about to receive a "new gift" from Muzan.

"I'm curious, if we give you a little more blood, will it be of any use?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a mass of flesh and blood burst out from Muzan's sleeve.

At the very front of the large mass of flesh, a sharp spike appeared.

"I just don't know if you can handle it."

"Pfft."

The spikes pierced Enmu's neck, breaking through his skin and penetrating deep into his body.

Strands of red blood flowed down the spikes and into Enmu's body.

The veins bulged, and every inch of them looked like they were about to burst out of the body.

"Ughhhhh!"

With her mouth wide open, Enmu spat out a mouthful of blood.

"You might not be able to withstand the large amount of blood and die, but if you can adapt..."

He paused for a moment, and a glint of light appeared in Muzan's eyes.

"Then I can gain even greater power and use it more effectively."

After a large amount of blood entered her body, Enmu knelt on the ground in pain, her body hunched over.

"I look forward to the day when you achieve great things and kill a pillar-level expert."

Upon seeing that Enmu had obtained Muzan's blood, a hint of envy flashed in Rokuro and Byakuya's eyes.

"What, you want it too?"

His gaze shifted to the two demons, Muzan's eyes were filled with indifference.

"Fine, even if it's useless, it still has some use."

Initially, Muzan intended to kill Rokuro and Byakuya here.

But then I thought, if the two of them could also tolerate blood, they might be of some use.

They might be able to kill more people in that car.

Most importantly, no matter how bad they are, they can still cause some trouble for that Scribe.

Even if it's a small trouble, you have to annoy him a little.

Thinking this way, Muzan an exception and gave Rokuro and Byakuya their blood.

Soon, the top three Lower Rank demons all collapsed to the ground, wailing in agony.

"Mmm mmm mmm"

With their voices filling his ears, Muzan grew tired of listening.

He waved his hand, signaling Nakime to send them away.

Nakime, seated high above, nodded and then began to play the biwa in her hand.

Under the influence of the sound, the space changed, and three different doors appeared beneath the three ghosts.

Then, with three loud bangs, Enmu, Rokuro, and Byakuya Leaf vanished.

Before they left, Muzan pointed to his ear.

"If you encounter any men wearing floral earrings, kill them all."

"In that case, I will give you more blood."

The figure disappeared, Muzan stared at the dark cave entrance, lost in thought.

After the three ghosts were thrown out, they quickly stood up.

Their eyes shone with an unprecedented light, and at this moment they felt a power they had never felt before.

Enmu, Rokuro, and Byakuya —the three demons all withstood the power from Muzan's blood.

They evolved.

"Muzan, we will devour even more people and kill all your enemies."

At the same time, in different places, three ghosts were whispering.

Chapter 299 Kofuku and Grandma

On the other hand, the Scribe had left the Demon Slayer Corps much earlier.

Although, in his own words, he was just feeling a bit bored and wanted to find a place to kill some time.

However, the observant Tanjiro sensed that something was off about the Scribe; the usually cheerful Scribe had revealed a rare hint of worry.

But whenever he tried to ask, the Scribe would always smile and change the subject.

In the end, he didn't get any answers.

After the Scribe left, Tanjiro and the other three continued to recuperate.

Only after their physical injuries had mostly healed did they decide to leave and continue their mission.

During this time, the Scribe arrived at a town.

Here, he saved a woman who was almost killed by a ghost.

After handing the woman over to a nearby hospital, Scribe went to a noodle shop for a meal.

During the meal, the restaurant owner's casual conversation with other people aroused his curiosity.

"I'm telling you, do you know about that really scary rumor lately?"

"Are you talking about that Spirited Away Train that devoured dozens of people?"

"Yes, that's the one. I heard that train has been sent to the station for dismantling in an attempt to find clues."

"It's difficult, isn't it? If it were easy, those people would have been found long ago."

Shaking his head, the shop owner said he didn't know the specifics either.

With a furrowed brow, the Scribe noticed something amiss.

When he paid and left, he made a point of asking about the details.

The shop owner simply told the Scribe that if he was really curious, he could ask at a train station.

This is the station where the train mentioned earlier stopped; the train conductor's body was discovered not long ago.

"I understand, thank you."

With a smile, the Scribe then left.

They arrived at the station without incident, but the Scribe learned that the train conductor's body had already been disposed of.

"The trail has gone cold."

Sitting on a seat at the station, Scribe rested her chin on her hand, looking ahead with some boredom.

His eyes darted around, as if searching for something useful.