The Twelve Kizuki Who Promote Virtue
In just a few seconds, Huiren's face turned liver-colored.
At that moment, the guards outside the door seemed to hear strange noises coming from inside the room.
"Chief, what has happened?!"
"No, it's nothing, step back!"
While trying to pry open the tentacles binding his neck, Shinri Keito's first words were not a cry for help, but rather a command for the guards not to come in.
This strange report made Muzan, who was already somewhat Muzan, even more uncomfortable.
With increased force, they were about to break Huiren's neck.
"My lord, if you really kill me, it will be the biggest decision you have ever made."
Squeezing out the last of his strength, Shinri Keito uttered a few words to Muzan.
Upon hearing these words, Muzan, who had originally intended to kill them to silence Muzan, immediately had his pupils contract.
The tentacles slowly retracted, releasing Hurrent.
"Thump"
Having fallen to the floor and regained oxygen, Shinri Keito gasped for breath, disregarding his appearance.
He was just one step away from being killed by Muzan.
But clearly, he made the right bet in the end.
Muzan's actions have proven that his life is safe tonight.
"Cough cough"
After rubbing his neck vigorously, Huiren finally felt a little better.
He then stood up and gulped down large mouthfuls of tea.
After a long while, he finally looked at Muzan.
"Sir, are you interested now?"
"How can you guarantee that what you just said is true?"
"Of course, I have made certain preparations."
As he spoke, Shinri Keito straightened up and walked to the bookshelf next to him.
With a series of movements, the original bookshelf split in the middle, revealing a hidden opening.
Putting on gloves, Huiren slowly reached his hand into the hole as if he had obtained some rare treasure.
Then, they took out a box about the size of a human head.
The moment Muzan finally understood where his sense of familiarity came from.
He turned and sat back on the sofa, looking at Shinri Keito, and said coldly.
Humans, share your thoughts.
Chapter 337 The Twelve Kizuki: Promoting Virtue
As time went on, Muzan and Shinri Keito's conversation became increasingly heated.
At least from the latter's perspective, he had successfully attracted the person in front of him.
No, it should be said that what their family pursues is the vision of God.
"Great! If this continues, our plan will definitely succeed."
Shinri Keito was almost bursting with joy, but he had to continue to suppress it.
With just a glance, Muzan knew how excited the man before him was.
Although the other party was already outstanding among humans, in front of me, who had lived for thousands of years, it was still as naive as an infant.
As for what the other party wanted, he had already guessed pretty much.
But at that moment, he suddenly became certain.
"Is the real person almost there?"
Muzan couldn't Muzan but admire the efficiency of the real person in handling things, feeling that his plan had already succeeded more than halfway.
"Those useless Enmu can't even handle this simple task."
With a single thought, he wanted to remotely control and eliminate the life of the Byakuya and the Rokuro.
Suddenly, a new idea popped into his mind.
"Perhaps those two good-for-nothings can still be put to use."
A cold smile appeared on his face, Muzan abandoned his plan to eliminate them.
Instead, a simple message was sent.
On the other side, Rokuro and Byakuya had no idea that they had just escaped death.
At that moment, all they knew was to use the Blood Demon Art of the Byakuya to get off the train as quickly as possible.
The impression the Scribe left on them was truly terrifying.
To blow one's own head off as one of the Twelve Kizuki with bare hands is something unheard of.
"Is that guy even human anymore?"
Looking at their own battered bodies, for a moment, they couldn't tell who was the predator.
Moreover, the encounter with another person of their kind during their escape terrified them even more.
With a simple wave of his hand, two beams of light pierced through their bodies.
The intense pain almost made them think they had been exposed to sunlight.
The way the other party looked at the two ghosts was not at all like looking at their own kind.
There was no wariness, no anger, and no disgust.
Yes, but only with a strong sense of disdain.
The feeling was as if the ghosts themselves were not on the same level as the other side.
If he hadn't known he couldn't win, as one of the Twelve Kizuki, he would have at least gone up and bitten him first.
"They are all formidable opponents."
Looking at the Byakuya running with its back on its back, Rokuro fell into deep thought.
Having failed in their plan, the two of them will probably die soon.
The thought of this made him want to call out to Byakuya and go back to fight Scribe to the death.
How could I have thought that!
A bead of cold sweat trickled down his spine, and Rokuro felt a chill run down his spine.
If the plan fails, I and Byakuya will go to negotiate with Muzan; perhaps we can still get another chance.
Even if it's small, it's not something you can't hope for.
But if he turned back to fight the Scribe, he would probably be slashed as soon as he saw him.
"Smack!"
Rokuro slapped himself across the face, trying to calm himself down through the pain.
"Calm down, calm down. What I need to do now is think of an explanation to tell the adults."
At this moment, the Byakuya carrying the Rokuro also sensed something.
He wasn't stupid; he knew that he and Rokuro, having failed in their mission, were probably already on Muzan's blacklist.
If we don't come up with a suitable explanation, we might not even see the moon tomorrow night.
Thinking of the scenes of other demons being Muzan by Muzan that she had witnessed before, Byakuya felt her legs go weak.
"I'd rather be hacked to death by Demon Slayer than experience that kind of death."
And so, the two ghosts, who should have had almost no interaction, began to consider the same question.
At that moment, they felt a slight pain in their heads.
Although it was vague, that instinctive feeling still made them know what the other party was.
"That sir!"
With a sudden stop, Byakuya didn't even care about the Rokuro behind her and knelt down on the spot.
Guided by his instincts, he knelt down in the direction of Muzan in the distance.
"My lord, please let me explain."
After kowtowing several times, Byakuya hoped that Muzan would give him a chance to speak.
His face was covered in sweat, as if he had just experienced the hottest days of summer.
But before he could speak, a short message came through.
It seems they are being led somewhere.
Realizing that Muzan didn't seem to intend to punish them, the two demons breathed a sigh of relief.
While kowtowing repeatedly, he also sang praises of Muzan's magnanimity.
"My lord, you are truly compassionate, with a heart as vast as a ship."
"My lord, I will definitely work hard and will not let you down next time."
Faced with the threat to their lives, the Rokuro and the Byakuya used almost every word of praise they could think of.
From astronomy and history to mountains and rivers, everything was used to highlight Muzan's greatness.
However, Muzan intention of listening to their nonsense.
Without giving them a chance to continue speaking, he unilaterally cut off contact.
They remained kneeling on the ground until the feeling completely disappeared before Rokuro and Byakuya dared to raise their heads.
They exchanged a glance, and both could see the instinctive fear in each other's eyes.
"Should we continue kneeling?"
"I think we probably don't need to."
Swallowing hard, Rokuro pretended to be calm and said.
"What we need to do now is to carry out the new task that the adults have given us."
As he spoke, he clenched his fists and made a ferocious expression.
This time, we cannot afford to fail.
"That's right."
The Byakuya realized what was happening and said fiercely.
"Even that guy from before, I will use my Blood Demon Art to tear him to pieces and swallow him whole."
"Well said. If we really encounter that, I'll leave it to you."
Facing the persistent and opportunistic Byakuya, the Rokuro spoke without any hesitation.
"Although I am the Lower Rank Two of the Twelve Kizuki, I am still willing to give you this opportunity to show yourself."
"Forehead..."
Knowing he had overblown his brag, Byakuya almost slapped himself.
Fortunately, Muzan didn't reply to him after sending the message.
If he overheard this, he would then arrange for me to actually fight the Scribe to the death.
At that point, I would truly be beyond tears.
"Not at all, how could I, Byakuya, compare to Brother Rokuro?"
He waved his Byakuya and grinned.