What the fuck? Why were there so many Yoriichis?!
Although Muzan knew perfectly well, rationally speaking.
The dead could never come back to life.
And his Blood Demon Art, which could sense the presence of life, also proved that these things before him were definitely not human.
But caught completely off guard.
Seeing a whole crowd of things wearing Yoriichi's face crawl out around Yoriichi Tsugikuni's grave, one after another.
Still left Muzan Kibutsuji utterly dumbstruck.
As everyone knew.
When untrained people encountered danger, their first reaction was often not to turn and run.
Instead, they tended to freeze up first.
Or rather... enter the "playing dead" state written into humanity's underlying code.
Take Muzan right now, for instance. Every cell in his body was trembling, desperate to escape.
Yet his reason maintained a delicate balance.
The lingering smile on his face, and even his breathing, seemed to have frozen.
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
These things definitely weren't Yoriichi!
They looked alike... but how could there possibly be so many?!
Moreover, Muzan immediately noticed something else.
Among this crowd of [Yoriichis], there were actually a few humanoid figures whose faces weren't Yoriichi's.
And amid the deep voices those figures kept repeating.
There was even a line...
"Muzan, I'm going to hang you from a lamppost and *** you hard..."
The Demon King: ?
The Yoriichi Tsugikuni he knew would never say anything so vulgar!
Having already undergone repeated desensitization thanks to [One-Two Thunder Type], [Matsushita Shousha], [Chimera Yoriichi], and [Earring Axe Man], Muzan Kibutsuji.
Finally brought the brain hidden inside his sac back online.
These things around him, like undead crawling out of graves...
Even with faces identical to Yoriichi's.
Were actually all made of wood and metal.
Fake. They were all fake!
And the voices these wooden figures spoke with