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

It was a dark and windy night, cough... the moon was hanging high above the black curtain, and the street market was glowing with a different kind of vitality, with bright lights and crowds of people.

A black shadow flashed like a ghost, shuttling through the streets and alleys at a jaw-dropping speed.

His figure was like the wind, passing the street corner in an instant, causing a slight air flow.

I saw him tapping the ground with his toes, rising from the ground and leaping onto the roof. Every jump was precise and powerful, and the tiles made a faint sound.

"Huh? Did something just fly by?" A man stood in the alley, looking at the sky and asked in confusion.

The person next to him slapped him angrily, "There's nothing! If there was something there, would there be no sound?"

"Is that so? Then maybe I saw it wrong, haha." The man scratched his head embarrassedly.

Douma, who was far away, of course did not hear the conversation between the two, otherwise he would definitely have mocked them.

He is a ghost. If his actions are discovered by humans, how will other ghosts look at him?

Douma stood quietly on the roof, opened the iron fan in his hand and waved it in front of his chest, his eyes fixed on a small house.

In other words, he looks at the people who live in the house.

There are low houses all around, which are densely packed together. Some of the houses have turned off the lights, while some of them are still flickering with dim lights.

Douma: Are these Kotonoha's... family? So ugly.

He jumped to the window and heard the discussion inside, and Douma smiled playfully.

"Hey, why don't you go and get that slave Qinye back? Do you want your mother to clean up for you?"

A sixty-year-old man with a mean look was sitting on the tatami in the house, and spoke to the man opposite him with a proud look on his face.

The man grovelled and consoled her, "It's not that I don't want to go! You saw what happened this morning. I don't know what big shot she's turned to. She's become very bold."

"Forget it, at least some money has come. When the money is gone, I'll go find her and try to get more."

The conversation between the two was clearly heard by Douma outside the window.

Douma showed an expression of "as expected", his eyes rolled around, and I don't know what interesting thing he thought of.

What is more terrifying than ghosts is the human heart.

"Excuse me, hello!"

Douma kicked the door open, maintaining a seemingly friendly smile on his face, the curve at the corners of his lips stiff and deliberate.

There was no warmth in his smile, but the words he spoke were extremely polite.

The two people in the room jumped up in surprise and looked at the person who came vigilantly.

The man narrowed his eyes, sized up the person who came, and confirmed that he was someone he couldn't afford to offend.

"What do you want?" he asked humbly.

Douma covered his mouth and nose with one hand, glanced at them, and said with a playful smile: "Haha, you came to my territory to make trouble this morning, and you still asked me what's the matter!"

"Let's talk nicely if you have something to say!" The man winked at his mother and then started talking about his own sufferings.

"Oh? Are you going to talk nicely? Then why are you using force?!" Douma smashed the chair that was attacking from the side with one hand.

"Remember to be secretive down there, you guys are so obvious."

The old man who was hitting Douma with a chair was so frightened that he fell to the ground when he saw the chair broken into pieces by Douma's punch.

The man was no worse off, his legs were trembling, and the only reason he could stand was because he was trying hard to remain calm.

"You...what on earth do you want to do!?"

The man said in a trembling voice as he backed away.

"Well, what are you doing? Of course I'm going to kill you!" With the brightest smile and the most vicious tone.

Douma removed his demon disguise, words slowly appeared in his eyes, and he grinned at the two of them.

"What? There are words in your eyes! What kind of monster are you!"

"Although I really want to chat with you guys, I don't want to pretend anymore!"

Douma said calmly, "Blood Demon Art? Manrenhua! Hell welcomes you."

Large vines made of ice, carrying ice lotuses, attacked the two.

"Ah..." Before the two of them could scream, the vines pierced their chests.

The two men gasped for breath, looked at their pierced hearts, and then passed away.

Douma put away his blood demon technique and pulled a smile on his face, "It's a pity that I don't eat men. Old women are not tasty either."

He said to himself with regret, "It's a bit of a waste!"

"Eh? Someone's coming over, I'm leaving first!"

Douma waved towards the two corpses and disappeared from the spot in an instant.

Just as he left, a voice came from not far from the door.

"Damn it, we're late."

"But why didn't this ghost eat these two people?"

"Anyway, go back and report first."

……

After going out for another free medical consultation, Douma returned to the mansion amidst the praises of many people.

"Pack your things and prepare the carriage. I will teach you tomorrow morning."

On the second day, Kotonoha excitedly sat in the carriage holding Inosuke, opened the blackout curtain and looked outside.

"Inosuke, I hope we can live well in the Eternal Paradise Cult."

In order to take care of the woman and child in the car, Douma asked people to drive slower.

After nearly an hour of travel, they finally arrived at the headquarters of the Eternal Paradise Sect.

The believers opened their parasols and helped Douma get off the carriage.

"Go and prepare a room for Miss Kotonoha." Douma said to the believers who came over.

A female believer came out consciously, "Ms. Qinye, please follow me!"

"Ah! I'm fine." Kotoha glanced at Douma, and when she saw him nod, she followed the female priest.

Watching Kotonoha leave, Douma smiled at the believers and said, "Prepare for tonight's mission. I'm going to rest now."

"Yes! Master!" many believers said in unison.

The leading cultist took Douma back to his room and suddenly cautiously asked, "Master, who is that Miss Kotonoha to you?"

Douma thought for a moment and said, "She is my new disciple and also my guest. You must treat her well!"

"If she comes to see me, remember to notify me in time." His tone became serious, and then he continued: "Do you understand?"

The believer quickly replied respectfully: "Master, I understand."

"Okay, go down!" Then he looked at the other servants and said, "You go down too, we don't need you here."

After everyone in the room left, Douma went to a hidden corner and opened the underground passage in the room.

He hadn't eaten his favorite food for several days, so he wanted to take out his treasured food and have a good meal.

By the way, I also need to notify the ghost who is responsible for supplying the goods and ask him to bring another batch of goods over.

After finishing his food, he took out a bottle of thin blood and sat on the bed to taste it carefully.