After regaining consciousness, the Upper Five instantly assessed the situation.

With his scattered and remaining consciousness, he heard the conversation between several people.

He thought that Oboro was with these two pillars.

In fact, if a man asks him for alms, he can take the initiative to transform him into a ghost… After all, the fighting power shown by Long is worthy of admiration.

But this way of using himself as a tool and being calculated made Mi Lingwan very dissatisfied.

He is one of the Upper Ranks, chosen personally by Lord Muzan.

What did a mere human take him for? !

The most important thing is that he didn’t expect that he would be “controlled” by the man with his bare hands in an instant, and thus lost his “spirit” for a short time. This kind of embarrassment was something he had never encountered since he became a ghost, and he needed to get back at him!

Therefore, looking at the distant, dim figure, Mi Lingwan’s eyes were bloodshot, and a surge of anger rushed to his brain.

“Go to hell.”

Mireimaru shouted loudly, and struck down with his big hand, suddenly pinching Long’s head.

These two ghosts had a quarrel among themselves.

“Um…”

It seemed so light and peaceful, and she glanced at it lightly from the corner of her eye.

The black haori fluttered.

Then, the pupils of Tenjuro and Ichijo on the opposite side shrank as small as pinholes. A sudden surge of power blew their clothes and hair into fluttering shapes, and the deafening sound made their hearts tremble wildly.

Because the Upper Five, who were standing behind Oboro the previous second, disappeared the next second…

All that was left was a whole broken wooden wall inside the shrine house and a long scratch on the ground extending outside.

Obviously, the Upper Five were caught off guard and were blown away.

Maybe… a fist?

At least, neither Ichigo nor Tenjuro saw it clearly.

He is one of the Upper Five. Just from the aura he exudes, one can tell how strong his flesh and blood are. Yet, he was easily severely injured by this young man in front of him who looked several times his size.

Didn’t he just become a ghost?

Just as Tenjuro and Ichii’s brains seemed to be frozen and they were still processing and digesting the information, Long had already appeared like a phantom, tapping the ground with his toes and flashing between the two of them.

So fast!

Can’t see…

Cold sweat ran down Shi Wei’s temples. Just as he was about to shake the hilt of the knife, a hand had already touched the guard of the hilt. The seemingly gentle movement was as heavy as a thousand pounds, making it impossible for him to lift the knife for a while.

What kind of power is this?

More powerful than ever before.

If Long’s previous behavior only made them feel strange and unbelievable, then… this kind of direct and powerful feeling at close range brought a shock to the two Pillar-level swordsmen, which was beyond description.

“Be careful…if you don’t take it seriously, you’ll die.”

The sound of Oboro’s chuckle reached the ears of Tenjuro and Ichimoei.

Then, the figure flashed and rushed out of the door.

The two of them didn’t have the energy to delve into the problem of Long. Instead, they fixed their eyes on the hole in front of them that was left after the wall collapsed.

Looking over, the figure who was knocked to the ground by the man climbed up again.

“Don’t worry about him yet!”

Ichigo quickly regained his composure. No matter what the reason was, Long seemed to have no desire to attack the two of them. Otherwise, at that moment just now, he and Tenjuro would not have been safe.

At this time, we can only deal with the Upper Five first.

After saying this, Ichigo rushed forward with a knife in his hand and took the lead in attacking the Upper Ranks.

Tenjuro looked back at Long who was standing in the night, and followed closely behind.

……

“call…”

Inside the shrine grounds, Oboro stood among the unconscious villagers, covered in blood, feeling the new body.

A look of satisfaction on his face.

He raised one hand, and suddenly the muscles and bones in his palm swelled and the blood vessels bulged, as if it wanted to change shape.

But as his eyes grew colder, finally… the hand returned to its original state after a few seconds.

“Very tenacious…”

Long raised the corner of his mouth.

Then, he whispered: “No miserability…”

As soon as the name was uttered, Long’s eyes suddenly turned red, and his entire body seemed to deform uncontrollably, as if it was about to explode… But just like the palm, the change only lasted for a few seconds before disappearing.

The so-called curse is nothing more than the will attached to Muzan’s cells.

The moment he said Muzan’s name, a feeling of blood connection suddenly made a figure flash in Long’s sea of ​​consciousness.

The other party also wants to influence him through the will within the cells to create a deterrent effect.

however…

……

At the same time, in a mansion far away from Edo Castle.

A man with a delicate face and elegant clothes was standing by a pond, feeding bait into the water.

The man’s scarlet eyes looked cold and gloomy against the backdrop of the water.

The clothes he was wearing at this time were the attire of a daimyo.

This is also one of the identities he uses to disguise himself in this era.

He…is the ancestor of demons, Muzan Kibutsuji.

He has not been traveling around recently to look for good talents to expand the ghost camp.

The quantity is enough…

Unlimited hatching of ghosts is not a good thing for him. If there are too many ghosts, it will attract the attention of the shogunate. Secondly, the situation will easily get out of control. If there are some “thorns” among them, they may unite and overthrow him, the ancestor.

Although this possibility is very small, Muzan does not want to see such a change.

Therefore, the best way is to achieve your goal within a stable and controllable range.

What is the purpose.

Of course, to find the blue spider lily!

As soon as he thought of this, the porcelain piece of bait in Muzan’s hand was instantly crushed.

No clue, absolutely no clue…

If I hadn’t been so quick to kill the pharmacist who was treating the disease, maybe…

However, it’s too late to say anything now.

His original intention of creating the Twelve Demon Months was to speed up work efficiency, because during this period there were still people from the Demon Slayer Corps causing trouble.

Muzan doesn’t care about the Demon Slayer Corps now. The trouble they can cause is limited. What annoys him more is that none of the demons under his command are useful… Although some of them are good and have impressive achievements. But what he has always pursued is not to wipe out the Demon Slayer Corps or kill any pillars. What he wants… is to be able to walk freely in the sun.

It is a kind of ‘eternal life’.

And now, after so many years… no matter how hard he tried, there was no hope of going from zero to one.

“waste.”

He couldn’t help but say.

At this moment, suddenly, his heart moved.

It’s like sensing something.

As soon as the tip of his eyebrow raised, the next second… a mouthful of blood spurted out instantly.

Muzan’s pupils dilated, he covered his mouth, and immediately fell to his knees.

The broken porcelain in his hand fell into the pool.

He looked at the fish in the water swimming rapidly because of being frightened in disbelief, and his head was splitting. “What… is that?”

A ghost ‘broke through’ his control.

Ignoring the curse and oppression brought by his blood.

In order to be able to control the life and death of every demon and completely nip any uncertainty in the bud, Muzan can detect any demon who has absorbed his blood and has any thoughts of disobedience or harming him in his heart, and he can kill them suddenly with just a thought.

This is his ability… the inherent repression of his cells.

From a biological point of view, there is no living thing in this world that can transcend his existence.

But… just now, a person appeared in his consciousness.

I couldn’t see her face or her appearance clearly… I could only vaguely see that she was wearing a black haori…

Their souls and wills, through the medium of cells, ‘touched’ each other.

Logically speaking, he should be the one who is high above and rules over all, imposing judgment, but he never expected that the vague figure, as if just a glance at him, would make his soul tremble as if it were cut by a knife.

“How is it possible… Could it be that there is a ghost whose evolution speed exceeds mine?”

Wu was completely confused.

Will is will, cells are cells… No matter how strong the will is, as long as the flesh and blood cannot resist the erosion and spread of his cells, then… it should still be under his control.

This was inconsistent with his understanding of life and evolution.

“That kind of will…what kind of soul is that?!”

……

“It’s OK… Your soul strength and growth are just passive accumulation over time. It’s completely different from the active polishing of spiritual will by Nen users.”