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

[If I run now, will it be too late?]

Seeing his serious face, I inexplicably felt like laughing. I tried my best to cover my mouth, but a little sound still came out.

"Pfft..."

"No... Sorry, I'm not interested in swordsmen who use breathing techniques right now."

I tried my best to hold back my laughter, fearing that he would chop me with his sword. Although I have been Muzan for nearly a hundred years, I don't even know the life-saving skill of splitting.

The man's mood remained unchanged. He silently drew out the Sun Blade from his waist. The black blade emitted a faint reflection under the moonlight.

I rolled my eyes helplessly. This guy didn't even react. I stretched out my right hand, lengthened my nails, and pierced my palm.

"Blood Vampire Art · Black Blood Thorn!"

The blood flowing from my palm instantly turned into thorny bushes and pierced his chest in an instant.

"Ten-San Form!"

In an instant, I clearly saw his pitch-black blade turn red, but before I could finish my sight, my neck had been chopped off, my limbs were broken, and there were several knife marks on my chest that pierced through my body. I clearly felt that my internal organs had been destroyed, and the flames burning in the wounds inside, such extreme pain instantly filled my brain.

"Well....."

My whole body fell down due to being split apart and could not heal in a short period of time. I could only try my best to support my head which was about to fall off with my broken arm, but the wound did not heal.

[“It’s the Hedao!”]

Before I could recover, a fiery red blade suddenly pointed at my forehead. Tsugumi Yuichiro, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke and uttered that classic quote.

"Where's the fun! Where's the funny thing!"

"What do you think of life!"

[“Brother! I was just laughing at you at that time! Looking at your serious face, I inexplicably wanted to laugh.”]

I didn't answer his question.

"Who are you?!"

"Tsugikoku Yoriichi!"

I tried hard to regenerate my cells, but the damage caused by the red sword belt and his breathing sword skills seemed to take root in my body. The burning flames could not be extinguished and kept burning my broken organs and wounds.

He kept asking me to answer questions like a human tape recorder.

"Let me ask you, what do you regard life as?!"

I endured the severe pain and looked at his current appearance. The desire to laugh at the beginning suddenly turned into disgust and irritation. I yelled at him at the top of my voice.

“People in this world should be the same, but some are born with brilliant light, while others struggle between life and death, living like clowns! And I just want to... survive.”

He was obviously stunned by what I said. To be honest, I was stunned too. I don't know why, but these words suddenly came out of my mouth.

[“What the hell? How did you say that? I was originally going to call him a quintessence of the nation.”]

"What do you mean by...?"

"Also, what do you mean you're not interested in the Breathing Swordsman?"

I looked at his confused face which did not change at all and suddenly wanted to laugh. His originally sharp eyes were a little flustered at this moment, but I asked him the question even though I knew the answer.

"Judging from his appearance and the similar feathers, Tsugakuin Iwakatsu! He must be an important relative of yours, or maybe a brother!"

"And I am the Ghost King! My blood is connected to his. If I die, he will die too. Can you bear to kill him? He is your relative~"

Ji Guoyuan held the scarlet Sun Wheel Sword in one hand and looked at the Ghost King lying on the ground, with the blade pointing at my forehead. His reason told him to kill me with one blow, but his heart told me to escape quickly!

"What... did you do to my brother?"

"It made him a monster like me!"

The knife in his hand was instantly placed on my neck, which was almost fully recovered, and he looked at me with angry eyes.

"why?"

"Just fulfilling his wish!"

There was an expression of disbelief, frustration and dejection in his eyes, and he fell into a long silence.

As time passed, I looked at him and he still looked the same as before, and I felt secretly happy. Because I had consumed a lot of blood bags before I met him, and now the flames were out, my body had almost recovered.

[“Sure enough, he’s just like the original story and the fan works, he’s a brother complex!”]

Although I have recovered, I still dare not act rashly. After all, the tip of the knife is only a few centimeters away from my forehead.

[“I can’t move…but my mouth can!”]

I opened my mouth suddenly, and my flat teeth instantly became extremely sharp. Because Tsugikoku Yuichi was still in deep thought, he didn't notice it at all.

when--!

The sound of two hard objects colliding suddenly rang out. Without any hesitation, I threw the knife aside and quickly took a step back.

"Blood Demon Art · Blood Shadow Clone!"

This is a life-saving skill I made when I first came here. I didn't know how to split my body into countless pieces and escape like Muzan in the original work, so I had to put a lot of thought into making this blood demon technique, otherwise it would be over sooner or later.

I split into 10 selves in an instant and fled in all directions before he could react.

But I underestimated him. Before I ran far, I felt that those clones were gone.

When I turned around and looked back, I only saw a few red flames in the air. When I turned around, I found that the person in front of me was Yoriichi Tsugikoku, who was holding the Nichirin Sword tightly in both hands and had some anger on his face!

[“Oh my god! Kill someone, no, kill a ghost!”]

Just as he was about to sprint towards me with a knife, I thought of a perverted yet good idea!

I instantly transformed my appearance, body and voice into that of a woman. I took off my clothes to reveal some skin, and shouted in a tender voice in the direction of the surrounding buildings.

"Help! Someone is molesting me!"