Demon Progenitor Development Project

While the two ghosts were enjoying their intimacy, a life-or-death separation was taking place on the other side of the town.

"Mom, it's time to take your medicine!"

A little boy who looked to be just over ten years old carefully carried a steaming bowl of medicine to the bedside and called out to the person lying on the bed in a tender and gentle voice.

Lying on the bed was a woman whose body was so thin that she looked like a skeleton. Her face was as pale as paper, her lips were bloodless, and her once jet-black and shiny hair was now dry and frizzy, as if she had lost all vitality.

Upon hearing the child's cries, the woman slowly opened her eyes with great difficulty, her gaze empty and lifeless, like two long-dried-up deep wells.

After a long while, the woman finally uttered a low, hoarse sound from her throat: "Yang... Tai..."

These two words seemed to have exhausted the last bit of strength she had left.

The little boy, called Yangtai, quickly stepped forward and tightly grasped his mother's thin, bony hand, his eyes filled with concern and heartache.

The woman looked at her obedient and sensible son, managed a bitter smile, and murmured to herself.

Take medicine?

Taking medicine is no longer effective.

As a renowned physician, she knew very well that her condition was beyond medical help, and she could clearly sense that her life force was draining away, like a water bag with a huge hole. At this point, even if she tightly covered the water bag, it would be of no use.

When she first fell ill, Tamayo knew that her death was imminent and did not want to spend any more money to preserve her body.

But her husband and children were unwilling to give up.

Looking into the two pairs of eager eyes, Tamayo couldn't bear to refuse and could only endure the torment.

Chronic diseases are the most tormenting, gradually eroding the patient's vitality and devouring the hope of the patient's family.

Tamayo slowly shook her head. The bowl of bitter-smelling medicine was right in front of her, but she had no desire to drink it.

At that moment, she had only one thought in her mind—to take one more look at her lovely child.

She reached out her slightly trembling hand and gently stroked the child's dry, straw-like hair.

With each touch, she could almost feel the hardships and struggles the child had endured during his growth. A pang of heartache flashed deep in Tamayo's eyes, and then, without hesitation, she tightly embraced the frail child.

Recalling the situation at home, Tamayo couldn't help but sigh.

The family's meager savings had been completely depleted in order to buy medicine for themselves. As a result, their child had recently struggled to even get a decent meal. Seeing her child's emaciated and pale face, Zhu Shi's heart ached.

"Don't buy any more medicine, save the money and buy more good food instead. Cough cough cough..."

Tamayo coughed violently as she spoke in a weak but firm voice, “Yota, you must grow up well. Also, remember to take good care of yourself. Your father has always been a careless person, cough cough cough… so you'll have to rely on yourself for many things. Mom can't accompany you for too long, but Mom will always be silently blessing you and protecting you in her heart…”

At this point, Tamayo coughed violently again, as if her entire body was about to be torn apart by this force.

She knew she probably wouldn't survive the bitterly cold winter.

However, she wasn't afraid of death; her only regret was not being able to witness her child grow up day by day. That's why she wanted to take advantage of the strength she still had to speak and finish saying what she wanted to say.

"Mrs. Tamayo..." Accompanying this slightly aged and indistinct call was the sound of forcefully banging on the door.

After taking her medicine, Tamayo, who was taking a nap in the room, opened her eyes.

The voice was familiar; it was Grandma Xiang from next door.

Zhu Shi struggled to sit up on the kang (heated brick bed), but her body had become very weak from being bedridden for so long, and every movement was extremely difficult.

Seeing this, Yota quickly called out, "Mom!"

However, his feet seemed rooted to the spot, remaining firmly planted and unmoving. He pursed his lips tightly, his eyes revealing obvious disgust.

Yang Tai felt a deep aversion to Granny Xiang, who always liked to take advantage of others, and was unwilling to open the door for her at all.

Tamayo sighed helplessly, enduring her physical discomfort, and continued to try to sit up.

Seeing this, he suppressed his reluctance and strode towards the door. He suddenly flung open the door, and in an instant, howling wind and snow rushed in like a flood bursting its banks. The biting cold wind swept through the entire room, making Yang Tai shiver involuntarily.

Yang Tai glared angrily at Granny Xiang, then grabbed her arm without hesitation and roughly pulled her into the house.

Then, he slammed the door shut and asked in an unusually cold and harsh tone, "What is it?"

With a hunched back and a face full of wrinkles, Granny Xiang smiled and did not act arrogantly because of her seniority. She said in a humble tone, "My grandson is sick and I would like to ask Madam Zhushi to take a look."

As she spoke, she opened her thin outer garment, revealing the rosy-faced baby in her arms.

The baby was well protected and not cold.

Yang Tai felt a surge of frustration stuck in his throat. He hated Granny Xiang's behavior of being outwardly humble and ingratiating, but in reality, she was just trying to take advantage of him.

It's not a good idea to rush them, but it's not a good idea not to rush them either.

Everyone knows his mother is terminally ill; how could she possibly see a doctor!

They just want to take advantage of others!

Everyone knows that Dr. Tamayo's prescriptions are cheap and effective, and sometimes he will even provide extra medicine for patients if they don't have enough money.

"Get out and find another doctor!" Yang Tai growled in a low voice.

But experience counts, and Granny Xiang's voice wasn't quiet before.

Tamayo has already heard it.

Tamayo is a kind doctor. With her medical skills, she shouldn't be living in a place like this. The reason she's here is because...

It is because Tamayo often provides free medical consultations, even treating poor people who cannot afford medicine.

"Ahem, Granny Xiang, come in."

A weak female voice came from Tamayo.

Grandma Xiang raised her eyebrows and ignored Yang Tai's angry face. Her frail body darted into the inner room like a nimble mouse.

Zhu Shi performed an examination on Grandma Xiang's grandson.

"It's a cold."

Tamayo sighed slightly and frowned as she made the diagnosis.

In ancient times, a cold was almost as serious as a terminal illness; getting one meant certain death, especially for an infant.

Granny Xiang was shocked and immediately burst into tears.

"My grandson! He's not even six months old!"

"Shut up." Yang Tai, annoyed by the noise, glared at Grandma Xiang with a stern face.

That old hag is disturbing my mom's rest!

Zhu Shi coughed, wrote out a prescription, gave some instructions on what to pay attention to, and then lay down, exhausted.

Yang Tai's face was gloomy, as if ink could drip from it, and he strode angrily toward where the medicine was kept.

However, things didn't go so smoothly. Just as he reached for the medicine, that wretched old hag started causing trouble again, creating a whole bunch of headaches!

The old woman with the incense had a big smile on her face, but the smile looked extremely hypocritical.

She kept muttering about the friendship between neighbors and the relationships they had built up over the years, and even managed to squeeze out a few tears.

She cried out, "Oh dear, Yangtai, I've watched you grow up! With such a deep bond between us, could you please sell me these medicines at a discount this time?"

Upon hearing these words, Yang Tai felt an overwhelming surge of disgust.

He glared fiercely at the disgusting old woman in front of him, his teeth grinding together, wishing he could kick her out of the house immediately.

However, thinking that Tamayo, who was still sick in bed, might need some quiet rest, he could only suppress his anger and try his best to remain calm.

The two went back and forth, neither willing to give in, and for a time they were deadlocked.

Just then, a soft cough came from inside the room. It turned out that Tamayo had been awakened by the noise outside. She asked weakly, "Yota, cough cough... what's wrong? Can't you find the medicinal herbs?"

Upon hearing Tamayo's voice, Yota's expression changed drastically. Fearing his argument with Granny Koyo would affect Tamayo's recovery, he quickly turned around and called out into the room, "N-nothing! Mom, you just need to rest, don't worry!"

After saying this, Yota looked at Granny Koko, who was still relentlessly pursuing him, and gritted his teeth as he agreed.

Grandma Xiang left with a beaming smile.

We've saved a little more!

What do face and conscience matter?

It's just that someone gave me a cold shoulder.

The miserly Granny Xiang thought that wasn't important; that's just how it is when a family is poor.

Back in the inner room, Yota couldn't control his emotions and looked very unhappy.

When Tamayo saw Yota come in to tidy up, she knew that Granny Koyo must have caused trouble again.

Having been neighbors for many years, Zhu Shi was quite familiar with Grandma Xiang's stingy personality.

"Yangtai, Granny Xiang's family is having a hard time, let her take advantage of this little bit!"

Tamayo offered a word of advice.

Yang Tai was always particularly concerned about the losses his family had suffered.

Grandma Xiang has a large family: four sons and seven grandchildren. The income brought back by the family's breadwinner is not much, so they can only make ends meet like this.

Yang Tai pouted, thinking, "Why raise a child if I can't afford to?"

*

After the incident at the hot spring, Shugo was so frightened that he fled back to his room.

I completely forgot that this room has a double bed.

Carnivores are truly terrifying!

"Lord Hiiragi, your order has arrived."

After three knocks, a clear, girlish voice rang out.

"Come in, Sakura."

A dazed Shugo rubbed his face and replied.

Sakura opened the sliding door but didn't step inside. She simply placed the already packed items by the door.

Sakurako's observations over this period of time were enough for her to understand the relationship between Lord Muzan and Lord Shuuga.

Given Muzan's personality, if she dared to step in, she would definitely be punished.

Shugo stood up, looked at Sakurako who was leaving quickly, and gave a bitter smile.

He wanted to slap himself right now; how could he have let beauty blind him!

The servants who served him were clearly afraid of his wife. They wouldn't even talk to him much, and they would always leave after finishing their work. Even if they asked him questions, they would just give a dry answer and leave.

Why did he feel that although his wife was occasionally spoiled and domineering, she was still a gentle and beautiful woman?

The arrogant cat instantly transformed into a prehistoric behemoth!

The level of fright suddenly reached its peak.

Hiiragi felt as if he were in enemy territory.

Silently, he unpacked the bundle, revealing several dried and washed bamboo strips, a small jar of tung oil, cut oil paper, and various paintbrushes and paints.

These are the materials used to make oil-paper umbrellas.

Shugo originally intended to make an oiled paper umbrella as an apology, as he always thought his wife would look incredibly beautiful holding an umbrella in the misty drizzle.

Should we do it now or not?

Shugo thought despondently, "I've already bought the materials and come up with the design, so I might as well just do it!"

He doesn't like giving up halfway.

While Shugo was working hard at the hot spring inn, Muzan had already stepped out into the swirling snow.

Muzan was in a good mood, knowing that he had frightened Shugo.

But so what?

There's no way Shugo can escape his grasp.

Moreover, the pretense he's been putting on these past few days has already taken Muzan's utmost patience.

The fact that he could keep up the act for so long was far beyond Muzan's expectations.

A gentle and virtuous wife?

That was never the real him.

In reality, he was greedy, arrogant, violent, and conceited.

With a piece of juicy meat dangling in front of him, Muzan had to suppress his appetite with great difficulty. He felt that he was really suffering too much!

If he couldn't get the meat he wanted, he'd just have something else to satisfy his craving.

Muzan randomly selected a lucky family.

It was Granny Xiang and her family.

Grandma Xiang is still awake tonight, keeping an eye on her grandson's condition.

In the still of the night, with only the howling of the wind and snow, Grandma Xiang felt a little scared and talked to herself as she spoke to her grandson.

"If Tamayo dies, where will we find cheap medicine? And Tamayo's husband is incompetent..."

"You too, born at this time of year, I don't know if you'll make it through..." Grandma Xiang looked at her sleeping grandson.

Pearl World?

That female doctor?

Standing outside the door, Muzan, covered in wind and snow, clearly heard Granny Xiang's murmurs and the breathing of the other sixteen people.

Muzan opened the door and entered with the natural ease of someone who was the master of the place.

Does Tamayo live around here?

Seeing the unopened medicine packet, Muzan seemed to be deep in thought.

Upon entering the inner room, one finds a group of people sleeping in one room.

With a large family and a shortage of warm clothes and blankets, it was impossible to provide one for each person, so they had to resort to this method of sleeping together to maintain their body temperature.

The woman on the outside felt too cold and couldn't sleep at all. Her hands and feet were ice-cold, and she had severe lower abdominal pain.

The sound of the door opening reached her ears, and a blast of cold air hit her, causing the woman to shiver violently.

The woman opened her eyes in confusion, but could see nothing. She reached out and touched the wall, then got up to close the door.

In ancient times, malnutrition was common among the lower classes, vitamin A deficiency was prevalent, and night blindness was widespread.

Her family was so poor that dozens of households in the neighborhood knew about it, and thieves were reluctant to come to their door.

The next second, she felt a pain in her throat, her vision went black, and she lost consciousness.

Muzan withdrew the whip that had snapped the woman's neck and then repeated the same action on everyone in the room.

Muzan didn't want to create a commotion or attract too much attention.

Grandma Xiang happened to be facing away from the door. Being an elderly person with poor hearing, and also because she was talking to herself, she didn't hear the faint sound at all.

Muzan used his whip to bind the old woman at the very back and asked, "Where is Tamayo?"

Granny Xiang's face contorted in pain, and she instinctively struggled to sit up: "Heh, heh, in the house to the left next door..."

click-

Grandma Xiang's neck was then broken.

Muzan abandoned the corpse and began picking through the food in the room.

Having eaten humans for so many years, Muzan has developed his own taste in them.

Discard the stomach pouch; it's full of gastric juices or food residue. It tastes awful.

Kidneys are not acceptable; they taste extremely bad.

Cartilage such as the throat bone has a crispy texture.

The heart is juicy and thick when you take a bite.

The eyeballs have a burst of flavor.

The muscles in the hands and legs are very chewy.

They won't even eat the skin; heaven knows when the last time these people took a bath was!

Young and old; female and male, each has differences in the quality of their flesh.

After finishing what he wanted, Muzan opened the window, letting in the wind and snow that filled the room with the stench of blood. He then packed the rest up and took it back to the inn, leaving it to his subordinates to deal with.

The sisters, Fushihata and Sakurako, who have become dumping grounds: ... dare not voice their opinions.