Demon Progenitor Development Project

Seemingly on the verge of death, the human who had been controlled to come up and die finally returned to normal, his eyes flashing with fear, confusion, and an extremely strong will to survive.

"Help..." The man died before he could finish speaking.

Yusuke's mind exploded, as he had never wielded a knife against his own kind before.

Did I kill someone?

Compared to that experienced water jet, these three young men are much easier to manipulate, the female ghost thought with amusement, her golden snake eyes narrowed.

"How cruel, a single stab through the heart. The Demon Slayer Corps actually killed people? Why don't you change your name to the Human Slayer Corps? That would suit you better," the female ghost mocked.

Yusuke's hand holding the knife trembled slightly, and his unstable mind allowed the puppet to find an opening.

A long spear suddenly thrust forward!

The sound of the blade clashing with the spear was incredibly crisp.

"You idiot Yusuke, do you want to die! Breathe!" Natsuna's forehead veins bulged and her arm veins stood out as she forcefully pressed down on the gun.

"Oh, oh—" Yusuke, who was a little dazed, steadied himself.

A letter also arrived to help.

The three stood back to back, working together to defend, which greatly reduced the pressure. The female ghost smirked and used her Blood Demon Art on Yusuke.

Yusuke's guilt and remorse for committing murder are amplified many times over.

Those eyes, now devoid of luster, kept appearing before him.

Why didn't you save me?

Why did you kill me?

Why...

Why...why don't you just die?

Several familiar figures seemed to appear before my eyes.

Yusuke, why did you open the door?

Yusuke, why did you let the ghost in?

Yusuke, why are you the only one who survived?

Yusuke was in a daze, and the shouts of his companions gradually faded into the distance until they disappeared.

Natsuna gritted her teeth and tried her best to circulate her breathing techniques in an attempt to save Yusuke, but she was stopped by a letter.

"Don't do anything pointless," Ichijo Shin said indifferently as he struggled to catch the puppet's attack.

—If we can't even save ourselves, let's not even think about saving others.

Xia Nai remained silent, her movements becoming increasingly ruthless.

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Suddenly, several members of the female ghost's puppet army collapsed abruptly, foaming at the mouth, convulsing, and bleeding from their seven orifices. Within seconds, their bodies went still.

Shui Zhu closed his eyes, and realizing that those controlled by the female ghost were unlikely to survive, his gaze grew even colder.

"Gentlemen of the Demon Slayer Corps, it's all your fault. If you hadn't exposed me in front of so many people, I wouldn't have done this." The female demon ignored the attack in their eyes and continued to try to win them over.

"I don't eat that much, but the number of people who die today would take me hundreds of years to eat. Oh my, how come your Demon Slayer Corps has created so many corpses all at once? Behind each of these people is a family. What will happen to them who have lost their husbands and fathers?"

"Will I starve to death, or be sold into slavery?" the female ghost asked herself, her gaze shifting.

"Oh dear, I almost forgot about you two." Upon seeing the two adorable girls she had ordered, the female ghost's expression became even more alluring, and she commanded the puppet to bring them over.

Yuki and Kento were thrown in front of the female ghost.

The female ghost forcefully cupped Yuki's beautiful face and said gently, "Did I go to all that trouble to make you the top courtesan just so you could run off with a man?"

Yuki was so scared that she was trembling and couldn't speak, gripping Kento's hand tightly.

"You don't really think this guy named Kento can take you away, do you?" The female ghost lifted Yuki's chin with her fingertips and sneered.

"Come, let me see how steadfast your love is," the female ghost said in a sinister tone. "I'm hungry now and need to eat someone. Which of you will come?"

The two fell silent for a moment.

Kento suddenly pushed Yuki away.

Yuki turned around in disbelief to look at her lover.

Jianren didn't want to die, so he avoided that gaze.

Tears streamed down her face.

In an instant, Yuki felt utterly hopeless.

As if she had expected this, the female ghost helped Yuki, who had become dusty and grime-covered, to her feet and brushed off the dust.

"Look at you, you've gotten yourself so dirty after just one trip with a man." The female ghost's voice was gentle and sweet, as if they were close friends.

The next second—

The female ghost's expression changed instantly, becoming ferocious and furious.

"How could she be so easily fooled by a man's few words?"

"You don't actually believe that Kento truly loves you, do you?"

The female ghost chuckled, "You were able to become the most beautiful courtesan because of my help. I can amplify even a small amount of goodwill three or four times."

The fingernail pierced through the delicate human skin and embedded itself in Yuki's face.

"I relied on my own abilities—" Yuki stopped speaking, recalling some details: the more often the guests came to see her, the more obsessed they seemed to become with her.

"From beginning to end, you've been relying on me."

"Why? Because your piano skills are inferior to A-Ye's, or your voice is inferior to Xiao-Li's, and your figure isn't the best either," the female ghost mocked.

After the effects of the Blood Demon Spell on Kento were lifted, the female ghost felt rather bored. She had been doing this for many years, helping a courtesan to rise to fame, only to watch her either be deceived by a man or die of illness, with none of them ending well.

Where do women in the red-light district ever meet a good end?

Yuki's face gradually turned pale, and she only asked one question.

"Granny Xiangyue, with such power, why do you still stay in the red-light district?"

For Yuki, the incredibly sturdy cage was nothing to the female ghost.

Why does she repeat this behavior?

Why did she never think of leaving?

She can't remember anymore.

The female ghost was lost in thought, reminiscing about the past.

Seizing the opportunity, the water column suddenly erupted, transforming into a blue stream that rushed towards the female ghost.

Water Breathing - Third Form - Flowing Dance!

As the female ghost's energy was diverted, the puppets she controlled inevitably showed some flaws in their actions.

The water column had been holding back for a while, but now it's time to unleash it.

A blue blade loomed before my eyes.

A strong sense of crisis swept over her, causing the female ghost to instinctively take a few steps back, narrowly avoiding the Nichirin Blade.

when?

Shouldn't the water column be entangled by the puppet?

The female ghost was completely baffled.

The water jet blade shifted, attacking the female ghost once more.

too close.

The female ghost had no choice but to instinctively raise her arm to block the blade.

A severed arm flew up.

"Damn it!" The female ghost's face was extremely ugly. This was the first time in so many years that someone had cut off her arm.

Soon, a new arm grew.

The water column felt an overly silky smooth texture; was it indeed the type with weak defense?

The female ghost was a trap-like hunter.

These puppets were created and controlled by her over the past hundred years through the use of blood demon magic, and their number is by no means infinite.

In an encounter battle, the female ghost is extremely weak; in a preparatory battle, she is incredibly powerful!