Demon Progenitor Development Project

While one couple is arguing, another couple is enjoying each other's company.

Hiiragi saw off the strange Tsugikuni Mikatsu.

I sat upright indoors again, trying to get back into the right mindset.

Gradually, Shugo's mind became clear and empty, and countless sounds appeared in his ears.

The wind brought many sounds.

The sounds of people breathing and heartbeats, the sound of withered branches falling outside the city...

The wind seemed to have become his eyes and ears.

Even though my eyes were closed, a very clear image appeared before me.

Shugo witnessed the quarrel between Tsugikuni and his wife, Tsugikuni Mikatsu's impatience, and Tsugikuni's wife's cold heart...

Seeing the charred branches fall, the squirrels that had fled back to gather their stored food ran away, and the squirrels cursed at the sky...

He saw so much...

This feeling is so addictive.

Like an all-knowing god.

The next second, a sharp pain shot through his face, and Shugo suddenly woke up.

"Hiiragi! Hiiragi!"

Muzan, his face dark and visibly angry, released his grip on Shugo's cheek.

"What's wrong? Ningning, why are you pinching my cheek?"

Shugo rubbed his cheeks, which were marked with deep welts from being pinched, his tone puzzled and slightly annoyed.

The ghoul's sense of pain is very weak, yet he felt pain. How much strength did he use?

"You...you're alright?" Muzan stared at Shuugo's silver-white eyes for a while before asking.

"What can I do?"

Shugo was even more confused. After recovering, he felt a shaking and looked around.

Am I in a car?

Wasn't he in the house that the country had prepared?

Muzan looked at Shugo with a complicated expression: "Eight days have passed."

"For the past eight days, you haven't reacted at all, just like before..." and turned back into your original corpse state.

During these eight days, after Muzan first realized Shugo's condition, he tried various methods to wake him up, but Shugo did not respond at all.

For the first five days, Muzan examined Shugo's condition but couldn't find anything wrong. He held onto a sliver of hope that Shugo would wake up, but to no avail.

Three days later, Muzan, unwilling to wait any longer, simply set off for Jinko's stronghold.

Jinko took a portion of the doctors recruited by Shugo and had Muzan turn them into demons so that they could continue their research on demons.

Those doctors were all on the island that Renguang occupied.

Muzan wanted the demons to come and investigate, and to find a solution.

"what?"

Hiiragi opened his mouth wide in confusion.

How come only eight days have passed?

He felt that it had only been a few minutes.

Shugo felt an indescribable sense of absurdity, and fear belatedly spread through him.

If Ningning hadn't called him, he might have remained obsessed with that feeling forever.

Then he fell into a deep sleep and never woke up, becoming a real corpse?

"What exactly is going on?"

With a blank expression, Muzan asked.

During this time, Muzan was constantly on the verge of going insane, and the Sakura sisters who served him were trembling with fear.

The greatest despair is to give someone hope and then take that hope away.

Hiiragi stumbled over his words and explained the whole story.

"There will be no next time!!" Muzan said viciously, his voice filled with malice.

"I won't." Shugo gave an embarrassed smile.

"By the way, has Fu Jun arrived?"

Muzan's face darkened further, and he said irritably, a thought forming in his mind.

"In the convoy."

Before long, Fu Jun was summoned over and, upon seeing him, performed an awkward and inappropriate greeting.

Fu Jun was the ghost that had transformed into a giant beast.

His Blood Demon Art allows him to mimic various wild beasts, such as eagles, bears, and wolves, and unleash their corresponding abilities.

That tiger-like creature was entirely the imagination of the falcon.

It was when he saw a painting of a ferocious beast during one of his meals at a noble family's house.

Fu Jun became interested after hearing the fat nobleman talk about tigers and even show him a tiger skin.

King of beasts!

Hiiragi sized up Fushi Hayabusa.

Fu Jun looked...like a tree-man, with a face full of wrinkles and brown skin, and overall looked like a weathered middle-aged man.

It was clear that Fu Jun was tense, his whole body was frowning and looking miserable. His face, which looked like old tree bark, forced a dry, ingratiating smile, while he secretly groaned inwardly.

Seeing that his boss's expression had calmed down and another white-clad ghost spoke to him in a rather friendly tone, Fu Jun's eyes stung, and tears almost welled up in his eyes!

Those were incredibly tough days for him!

It's so bitter! It's so bitter!

She had to endure her boss's intimidating aura from time to time, and occasionally she had to act as his punching bag, beating him up for being unruly.

As a result, Fu Jun has been cramming on etiquette during this period.

In the past hundred years, even being beaten by the Demon Slayer Corps hasn't been as bad as being beaten by my boss!

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The night before the operation.

Fushun is a demon who has lived for over a hundred years, during which time he has killed many members of the Demon Slayer Corps.

The Demon Slayer Corps members who mastered the Breathing Techniques became much stronger.

This prompted the cautious Fusun to speed up the move.

Anyway, he was used to eating the food of nobles and wealthy merchants, the kind with delicate skin and tender flesh.

However, the number of nobles and wealthy merchants that a place can support is limited, which led Fu Jun to frequently change locations.

Those local bullies were no match for this outsider, so they naturally went along with him.

Ciwu is a place he recently chose.

Fushun knew that such a hunting frequency would definitely attract the attention of the Demon Slayer Corps, so he planned to pull off one heist and then run away.

Then Fushun received a telepathic message from his superior, Kibutsuji Muzan.

【Fu Falcon】

Fu Jun felt a chill run down his spine and immediately knelt down, emptying his mind and only thinking about how delicious the humans he had eaten the night before were.

As a century-old demon who has defeated the Demon Slayer Corps and endured the torment of the Demon King, Fubuki Hayabusa has a good understanding of his superior.

He mastered the art of being humble and subservient perfectly.

Humans will come to attack you tomorrow night. Pretend to be defeated and then come to the city to find me.