Demon Slayer: I advise Wuzan to abandon evil and become a good person

Huge lanterns were hung above the cave, lighting up the darkness below. Of course, many merchants came with candles to facilitate their transactions.

There are all kinds of business in the black market, including hired murder, corpse trafficking, drug dealing, and there is nothing they can't do.

The ghost who manages this place doesn't care what humans do. He is mainly responsible for collecting human flesh and blood here.

If someone gathers together to cause trouble, he will not hesitate to take action.

The ghost manager sat bored in the shop, slowly shaking a wine bottle in his hand. Of course, he told people outside that what he drank was red wine, not human blood.

Hey, why is it this little brat again?

By the smell, the ghost in charge knew that the boy who was only in his teens had come again.

"Hello, I want to sell blood... a small bottle."

In recent years, [Suying] has developed rapidly and established black markets underground in many towns to facilitate the collection of blood and food.

At the same time, blood donation plans have also been optimized to suit different groups of people.

In order to distinguish the volume of blood, the black market roughly distinguishes it by large (800ml, 200 wen), medium (500ml, 100 wen) and small (300ml, 50 wen) bottles. A large bottle is the share that only adult strong men can sell.

(Times are progressing, and material prices are rising)

For someone as big as Komaji, he can only lose a bottle's worth of blood at most. Any more would be harmful to his body.

And one dose of medicine costs exactly 50 cents.

The ghost world is now promoting sustainable development, and these working ghosts have to identify the people before they can collect blood.

"Okay, wait a moment."

The ghost in charge first took out a small bottle from the cabinet, then took out a small knife from the table next to him, and after disinfecting them with candlelight, he started to work.

Komaji obediently stretched out an arm, frowned slightly and endured the pain of his skin being cut.

After a while, the blood filled the entire small bottle. The steward ghost tightened the cork, bandaged his wound with white cloth, took out 50 cents and handed it over.

"Here, um...wait, this is something I give to you personally, so you better not come here so often."

Seeing Komaji like this, the steward ghost couldn't help but recall his own miserable experience when he was still a human.

As he said this, he took out his own savings and gave Komaji 50 wen.

Komaji was stunned for a moment before he said, "Thank you, uncle." After that, he bowed deeply to the ghost in charge.

Behind the mask where no one could see, a few tears rolled down his cheeks.

There are still many good people in this world, just like the old doctor and the butler.

Thinking of this, Komaji put the money carefully into his underwear and left quickly.

……

It’s all because of these guys that my father has no medicine to drink. They didn’t think it was enough to rob him once and they wanted to rob him a second time.

A bunch of bastards!

Coming back to his senses, Komaji stared at these people angrily.

Yesterday's rogue pirate chuckled and said sarcastically, "Why, you're not convinced?"

He curled his lips in disdain, "If you're not convinced, just hold it in!"

Seeing this, Komaji couldn't help but reveal a look of despair.

Am I going to give them the money and medicine I just received at a discount again?

"What are you doing? Can I join in?"

Teruo Aoki felt a bit bored staying at the headquarters, so he came out to inspect his own business. He went around several places and finally came to this small town.

On the way to his own clinic, he saw several adults chasing a teenager. Upon closer inspection, he found that the teenager was a key character in the plot.

This is fate!

So Teruo Aoki decided to go with the flow and help the boy.

Several rogue Japanese pirates looked Aoki Teruo up and down, and when they saw the samurai sword in his hand, they also became scared.

"No, no, I... I'll go first, you play with them." A gangster waved his hand and signaled to his accomplice next to him.

The others also said in unison.

"I, I have something to do too. I'll leave first."

"I am me too."

"Let's go, let's go..."

After all the gangsters and pirates around had left, Teruo Aoki reached out his hand towards the young man lying on the ground.

"Are you OK?"

I hadn't noticed before, but his hands were tied with cloth. Could it be that he went to sell blood under my business name?!

Komaji opened his bright blue eyes, his pink eyelashes blinking as if he saw a beam of light.

"Thank you."

"You are holding a samurai sword, so you must be very powerful!"

After standing up, Komaji said with a smile: "I want to become strong, can you teach me?"

"This……"

It's not that he doesn't want to teach, he just hasn't finished inspecting his huge industry yet, and there is a young master at home who steals blood to drink every day.

In the end, he couldn't bear to let the child continue to endure the beatings and robberies at the hands of the rogue Japanese pirates.

He is also a man who has suffered many misfortunes.

"Okay then, but I'll only be here for half a month. How much you can learn depends on your understanding."

Komaji jumped up happily, "Great! My name is Komaji, please give me your guidance, Senior."

"But senior, I...I have to go home to take care of my father now. You..."

"Come out to see me in the evening. I'll be waiting for you in the clinic."

"Thank you, Senior! Thank you so much."

After taking a last look at Teruo Aoki, bowing and thanking him, he quickly ran home.

In the evening, Teruo Aoki saw Komaji peeking around in the clinic.

"Komaji, here!"

Teruo Aoki walked to the door of the clinic and waved. When Komaji saw him, he immediately ran over.

"Senior, are you still related to the clinic?"

"Well, it is."

"The old doctor in the clinic took good care of me. I am very grateful to him! I didn't expect that the senior who saved me was also related to the clinic."

The two walked and talked along the way, and finally stopped in a courtyard.

"This... is my home. From now on, come here every day when you are free, and I will teach you martial arts."

Teruo Aoki took a look at the young man in front of him. He had a good physique, but his body was a little thin.

"You're too thin. Didn't you eat well?"

Komaji scratched his head in embarrassment. "My family is relatively poor. Will this... affect my martial arts training?"

"How can you practice martial arts without good physical strength and health? From today on, you can come to my house and eat with me."

"It's too troublesome, no need." Komaji shook his head quickly.

Aoki Teruo said without question: "If you don't agree, you can leave now. I don't want you to faint during practice."

"No, I agree. Please don't chase me away."

"That's right!" he said, touching his head.

Just like that guy, all soft.

In the days that followed, Teruo Aoki taught his martial arts to Komaji without reservation.

Every day, Komaji either takes care of his father or comes to Aoki Teruoin for training.

But what Teruo Aoki couldn't understand was why his talent in swordsmanship was so weak, but he was instead interested in physical training and boxing.

For this reason, Teruo Aoki could only focus on explaining to him the knowledge about physical training and boxing.

Half a month passed in a flash, and under Komaji's reluctant gaze, Aoki Teruo boarded a carriage bound for another city.

"Senior! You must remember to come back and see me! I will miss you."