After traveling through Demon Slayer, is it possible to survive?

infinite city

After returning to Infinite City, I felt extremely depressed for some reason. My heart felt like it was stabbed by something and I felt very uncomfortable. I locked myself in the room and did not come out for ten days.

"Master Muzan, you haven't consumed blood for nearly ten days..."

At this moment, Kokushibo was kneeling in front of the door of my room with a plate in his hand. He didn't do anything wrong. He had been kneeling here since I came back and locked myself in the house for ten days without leaving.

I once ordered him to leave, but Kokushibo, who always had a strong sense of class, would never tolerate him committing a crime of insubordination, and at this moment he disobeyed my words.

"You...come in."

My voice came slowly from the room. It was extremely small and the tone was more like a weak cry.

No matter how soft my voice was, Kokushibo could still hear it. After he heard what I said clearly, he raised his head, which had been lowered, and his eyes shone with light, even with a hint of joy.

"Yes......"

After saying this, Kokushibo gently opened the door and walked to my bed. The room was not very big, and it was just a few steps away after opening the door.

At this moment, I am lying on the bed. In order to make it more comfortable, I took off my clothes and now I am naked.

I haven't exercised my body deliberately, so I'm not very strong and I don't have too many muscles. On the contrary, my body is more like a woman's.

Her hair had not been combed during this period. It was neither long nor short and draped over her shoulders. Her red eyes with slit pupils were now lowered, and her delicate face was looking at Kokushibo.

Kokushibo was standing in front of my bed with a plate in his hand. His six eyes were looking straight at me at this moment. For some reason, a blush appeared on his face and his ears began to turn red.

Kokushibo: [Lord Muzan, so... cute, so... beautiful...]

In an instant, Kokushibo was frightened by his own thoughts, his body trembled uncontrollably, and he muttered in his heart.

Kokushibo: [No! Master Muzan is a man! This idea is simply an insult to the master!]

I looked at Kokushibo who was standing straight, his eyes shining, and then trembling all over after a while, and felt very confused.

["What's wrong with him?"

At this moment, I did not use my mind-reading skills that are useful for ghosts, because I was not in the mood for it at all. But when I saw Kokushibo's look at this moment, I suddenly wanted to use it.

Perhaps noticing my puzzled look, Kokushibo quickly interrupted his thoughts, calmed himself down, moved his lips and was about to speak, but I spoke faster.

"Hand over the blood bag...."

Kokushibo's body trembled, and after a moment his eyes turned into surprise. He quickly picked up a blood bag, cut a hole in it and handed it to me.

I took the blood bag, stood up slightly and leaned against the edge of the bed, and drank all the blood inside. To be honest, if I didn't eat for a few more days, I would probably die, or starve to death.

I wiped the blood remaining in my mouth with my fingers. I just wiped it briefly, and the bright red blood remained on my lips, making me look more feminine.

[Is this... an angel? ”]

(This isn’t an angel, this is your shitty boss!)

Seeing him staring at my face, I couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable, so I cleared my throat and said to him.

"Black Death."

Kokushibo reacted immediately and half-knelt on the ground, while I continued to speak.

"I'll give you a task now, do you agree?"

"I am willing to do anything for Master Muzan."

I was stunned when I saw his serious look, raised my hand to rub my eyes a little, looked at him again, and couldn't help but say in my heart.

[“Why does he look like I’m going to sell him out?”]

"Keep an eye on Douma for the next few years, no matter what he does!"

"Yes!"

Kokushibo did not ask me why I asked him to monitor Douma, but instead obeyed unconditionally.

"That's it. You can go now."

"Lord Muzan, you..."

He looked at me, then looked down at the plate in his hand, on which there were two or three blood bags and a cup of hot coffee next to it.

"You go first, I'll eat by myself."

Kokushibo gently placed the plate on the table beside him, bowed towards me and said.

"Please take care of yourself, sir."

After saying that, he left my room. I looked at the room which was silent again and sighed. I thought about the look in the eyes of the two brothers,

"It has already happened, and there is no way to undo it."

I reached out and picked up the blood bag on the plate on the table next to me, bit open a hole in it, and sucked out all the blood inside.

"Is it really okay to follow the plot?"