In the wilderness, in front of a wooden cabin.
Old Zhen was overwhelmed with joy.
At that moment, he desperately wanted to shout, but he forced himself to hold it in.
As long as he followed the highway, he would be safe.
He had barely taken two steps when he stopped dead, the smile of a man who had escaped death freezing on his face.
Someone stood on the highway less than a hundred meters away!
He looked closely. It was that little boy!
Moonlight spilled over the boy, casting a long shadow. He stood there silently, like a mountain, radiating a suffocating sense of oppression.
"How is this possible?!" Old Zhen's mind began racing again.
But the boy gave him no time to think.
"You escaped from a villa with sixty demons in forty minutes and twenty seconds. Quite capable, aren't you? Coming here specifically to wait for you wasn't a waste after all," the boy said blandly.
"You... what exactly are you? Did the Empire send you?" Old Zhen acted as though he faced a formidable enemy, quietly adjusting his aim.
Muzan was in no hurry to attack. He watched Old Zhen with amusement, as though studying prey.
Cold sweat poured off Old Zhen. He knew that look all too well. The Landlord and the cultists wore it whenever they faced a sacrifice...
"My name is Muzan Kibutsuji, king of all demons. You should feel fortunate that you caught my attention. There happens to be a vacancy among the Upper Rank Demons. Let me see your potential."
With that, he slowly approached Old Zhen...
His body flickered. Only seventy meters remained between them.
"Wait!" Old Zhen instinctively sensed danger. "What potential? What did you do to the Landlord?"
"You mean the last person who resisted? Unfortunately, he wasn't