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

Under the neon lights of the 19th century, a three-story restaurant stands on the street. Sitting at a table by the window on the second floor are two men of very different styles.

One of them was wearing a thick military coat and a military cap. He had an upright posture and a firm gaze, as if he carried the solemn and murderous aura of a battlefield.

The other one was wearing a tight suit, had a delicate face, was androgynous, and had a strange expression.

The table in front of them was filled with sumptuous food and fragrant wine, however, these delicacies and wine remained untouched.

Outside the window, people downstairs were coming and going in a hurry, their figures blurred in the dim light.

The two men talked in a leisurely tone.

"What do you need me to do?"

The man under the military cap would frown slightly, his eyes deep and solemn.

The man in the suit remained calm and smiled faintly, but an elusive light flashed in his eyes from time to time.

"Help me find the scattered blood."

"Why don't you go find it yourself?" Of course he knew what blood the other party was talking about. It was not that easy to find.

"I have more important things to do, and don't forget that it was me who gave you my blood." The androgynous man approached the man and whispered, "Don't forget what you promised me."

Then he stood up quickly, brushed off the non-existent dust on his body, and said condescendingly: "If it weren't for you..."

The man sighed, "That's enough, I promise you!"

Although finding the Ghost King's blood was too difficult, he had no choice. If he didn't agree, he would be of no use to him.

He will surely devour himself without mercy.

"Well, don't be lazy!"

After saying this, the androgynous man left without mercy.

The man in the military coat was still sitting there, looking out the window at the night, lost in thought.

The clerk nearby hid in the dark, staring at Peilang's direction.

Shop assistant: This man has been sitting here for an hour since his companion left, and he still hasn't paid the bill. Could it be that he wants to run away without paying?

"Huh?" Peilang asked vaguely, glanced at the clerk, and disappeared in a flash.

The clerk blinked his eyes and saw that the seat was empty, with no sign of anyone.

The clerk was so frightened that he ran downstairs frantically, knocked on the owner's door and shouted: "Oh no! Someone ran away without paying! The person is missing..."

Peilang, who had walked away, was in a very bad mood and happened to meet the soldier who had laughed at his swordsmanship before.

"Look, isn't that the swordsman who challenged us a few days ago?"

"Oh, who still uses swords in this day and age?"

"Hey, kid!"

The soldiers, unaware that the air was getting colder, moved closer to Peilang on their own.

A one-sided massacre began.

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How could this happen? It was a ghost who cured my wife? No... this is impossible!

In a corner of Tokyo's bustling streets, there is an antique medical clinic. The carved doors and windows exude the fragrance of time, and the mottled walls tell stories of the past.

Inside the clinic, Rengoku Town Shoulang looked ahead with a complicated expression at the doctor who was treating his wife.

On the surface, his face was full of gratitude, with the corners of his mouth raised. However, beneath that seemingly sincere gratitude, there was a deep disbelief hidden.

His heart was beating violently in his chest, and every beat was accompanied by doubt and shock.

He could never have imagined that the one who cured his wife was actually a ghost, a ghost disguised as a human who was willing to treat people for free.

In his understanding, in historical records, and in his past experiences, ghosts have always been synonymous with evil and murder.

He had originally accepted the outcome that his wife would die of illness, but someone in the team told him that there was a miracle doctor living in an alley in Tokyo.

Her medical skills are superb and there are rarely any diseases that she cannot cure.

So, after leaving his two sons in the Demon Slayer Corps, Rengoku Shinjuro took his seriously ill wife and traveled all the way to Tokyo to find the doctor.

Unexpectedly, the doctor turned out to be a ghost.

That’s right, the first time he saw her, Rengoku Zhen Shoulang knew that the person who called herself Tamayo was actually a ghost, and even the man following her was a ghost.

As for the two cats raised by ghosts, he subconsciously ignored them.

Although the cat is very spiritual, it is just an ordinary cat.

He originally wanted to kill the two ghosts, but there were other people in her house, ordinary people, and he also had a wife.

In order to prevent the two ghosts from doing anything desperate, Purgatory Town Shoulang decided to wait patiently and find an opportunity to kill the two ghosts.

This wait was so intense that Rengoku Shinjuro was in a dilemma because Tamayo had already controlled Rengoku Ruka's condition.

On the one hand, it is his duty, and on the other hand, it is his beloved wife.

No matter which aspect it is, Rengoku Zhen Shoulang doesn't want to give up.

Purgatory Town Shoulang: Why? Why do you do this to me? Why does God do this to me? Ahhhh!

He didn't want his wife to die, nor did he want to allow these two ghosts to harm ordinary people openly.

"Sir? What's wrong with you?"

Tamayo approached Rengoku Jinjuro, waved her hands in front of his eyes, and raised her voice.

She had just called Purgatory Town Shoulang several times, but got no response.

"Huh? Huh? Sorry, I was too excited and thought of other things."

Seeing Tamayo approaching, Rengoku Jinjuro subconsciously put his hand on his sword, but suddenly remembered that his Nichirin Sword was still in the car.

"I'm really sorry." As he said this, Rengoku Zhenjuro deliberately looked at Rengoku Ruka with a sad expression.

Tamayo said gently, "It's okay, sir, as I said before, I have your wife's condition under control."

"I will be doing acupuncture and boiling medicine for your wife in the next few weeks. She will be fully recovered in less than a month."

"You..." Hearing this, Rengoku Town Shoulang's eyes were extremely complicated. Finally, he lowered his head and dared not look at Tamayo, "It's nothing. Thank you, doctor."

"...Okay, I'll go see other patients first."

Before leaving, Tamayo secretly turned back at the corner and looked at Rengoku Town Shouro with a puzzled look.

Tamayo: This person is so strange. He is both hostile and kind to me at the same time.

There was a heavy atmosphere emanating from Rengoku Zhen Shoulang's side, and Rengoku Ruka seemed to sense something and woke up from her slumber.

A weak voice sounded, "What's wrong?"

"Ruhu, you're awake?! How do you feel?"

Rengoku Zhen Shoulang excitedly stepped forward and gently held Rengoku Ruka's hand.

Rengoku Ruka waved her hand with all her strength, "It's much better now."

She added, "You're not in good condition. What happened? By the way, where's the doctor?"

"I..." Rengoku Town Shoulang thought about it and said it out loud.

"In fact, the doctor is a ghost." Finally, Rengoku Zhen Shoulang announced this fact solemnly and began to tell his own discovery.

Rengoku Ruka was lying on the bed, looking at Rengoku Zhenjuro tenderly and asked softly.

"Is that so? Purgatory, did that ghost hurt any innocent people?"

Purgatory Town Shoulang frowned, "No."

Although it is hard to believe, based on my observations this afternoon, neither Tamayo nor Yushiro have ever harmed anyone.

"In that case, why don't we observe it a little longer? Although this may be a trick of the demons, if they really have their hearts set on humans, they may become a help to our Demon Slayer Corps."