The journey begins with Conan

Chapter 174 Prescription
"The ghost you turned into?"

Wuyilang chewed on this sentence and had an absurd guess in his mind.

According to the information he learned from the Demon Slayer Corps, all demons were transformed from the blood of Muzan Kibutsuji, but Su Beixun deliberately separated himself from Muzan...

not to mention--

[He can actually call Muzan by his name? ]

The more Wuyilang thought about it, the more cautious his expression became.

He knew that in order to hide, Muzan Kibutsuji had imposed restrictions on all the demons in the world, and anyone who mentioned his name would be immediately annihilated.

But Su Beixun was not affected at all!

Such performance made him suspicious.

Wuyilang glanced at the disappearing wound on his leg and asked coldly: "Who are you?"

Su Beixun saw that he had made some guesses, and asked with a smile: "What do you think?"

"...a little devil with dirty means and not lovable at all." Muichiro said without hesitation.

Su Beixun burst out laughing when he heard this.

"Do not."

He shook his fingers, and his sharp nails reflected a cold light like a blade.

"I am the Ghost King."

!!!

The cold winter wind cuts on my face.

Even though he had some guesses, Wuyilang still couldn't help but be distracted when he actually heard these words.

He suppressed his fear, looked at the child standing in front of him with his head bowed, and confirmed again: "You said... you are also a [Ghost King]?!"

He felt that this was true, but he didn't want to believe it.

The long-cherished wish of the Demon Slayer Corps for thousands of years is to kill Muzan Kibutsuji. But now this goal is far away, and another one has appeared in the world?!

Wuyilang felt a heavy pressure in his heart.

At this moment, he understood a lot of things!

——Why did the lord say that only the blood of some evil spirits meets the conditions for use as medicine... That's because the ghost that meets the conditions is not the one transformed by Muzan Kibutsuji, but the one transformed by Su Beixun!
"wrong!"

He immediately reacted: "Mr. Purgatory and I definitely didn't use the prescription, so why did we get infected?"

"Does it have to be medicine?" Su Beixun shook his head: "Your thinking is really too narrow-minded."

He threw Kyojuro's head carelessly, and it rolled on the ground until it hit the edge of Muichiro's shoe and stopped shaking.

"The key lies in the blood, not the form. Have you not eaten any food given to you by the Demon Slayer Corps members in the past two years?"

"……I see."

Wuyilang quickly figured out what was going on.

He took off his inner shirt, squatted down and wrapped Mr. Purgatory's head, not afraid that Su Beixun would take the opportunity to attack him.

"As long as someone drinks the prescription, you can control him and make him drip your blood into food, and then give it to others to eat."

[In this case, how many people in the Demon Slayer Corps were affected by his blood demon technique? ]

Wuyilang's scalp tingled and he felt that something was wrong!

But he didn't show it, fixed his head on his back, and said calmly: "It's really insidious, just as despicable as your ability."

"It's useful, isn't it?"

Su Beixun shrugged indifferently and waved his hand. The green lawn around him turned into a cold and lonely forest with snow falling again.

Wuyilang was highly concentrated and didn't blink, but he still didn't notice any signs.

The coat that was burned by the fire was put back on him. From the touch and the temperature transmitted, everything was normal!
【what do I do……】

Wuyilang felt quite troubled looking at the white, neat and clean snow surface.

[The traces of the previous battle have disappeared... Is this real or an illusion? ]

He gripped the knife tightly, prepared for the worst, and stretched his body to swing the knife at Su Beixun again.

——No matter whether it’s real or not, standing there is no point, you have to move!
The wind blew up his flying hair.

But suddenly!
The scene in front of Wuichiro changed again!
The dense forest in the field of vision disappeared in the blink of an eye, and was replaced by a vast and dim sky.

Dark clouds were pressing down overhead, and snowflakes grew bigger and bigger in my pupils, floating in the air and melting on my cheeks, bringing a biting chill.

Su Beixun, with his upper body exposed and his eyes lowered, stood on his right side.

"I told you, it's useless."

He looked at me with pity.

"You, who have been hit by my [Blood Demon Art], can't even distinguish between reality and fantasy."

When Wuyilang came to his senses, he found that he was nailed to the ground!
A knife pierced through his shoulder, and the golden hollow blade came into view.

——It was his own Nichirin Sword!

Wuyilang was not surprised, nor did he think about whether it was real or not. He immediately reached out and grasped the handle of the knife, trying to pull it out of his body.

But the surprise is!
A black dog's head suddenly expanded from the handle of the knife, biting his wrist with hatred in its eyes.

【fake. 】

Wu Yilang could naturally distinguish such an obvious illusion.

He wanted to ignore these appearances, but the strange feeling of sharp teeth biting into flesh and blood was real!
The warm touch of blood is also terrifyingly real!
[Control the five senses...]

Muichiro once again raised the terrifying level of this ability to a higher level! Logically speaking, [Blood Demon Art] was not perfect, but he definitely did not find a single weakness!
【and many more……】

Wu Yilang suddenly had an idea.

[If the previous battle process was all an illusion, does that mean... Su Beixun's real strength is not strong? ! ]

[If we find someone who is not infected by his blood, will we be able to kill him easily? ]

Wuyilang suddenly felt happy.

Although the opponent's ability is powerful, it seems that he is not invincible.

No matter what the scene is like in the real world tonight, as long as Gin can send back what he sees, the Demon Slayer Corps will be able to analyze a lot of information.

——He believes in the wisdom of his lord!
puff!
Just as he was distracted, a knife appeared out of nowhere and stabbed into his other shoulder!

Muichiro's hand, which had half pulled out the knife, suddenly froze!
He felt as if something had really pierced through his shoulder blade, and was unable to move, but his heart was unusually calm.

【it's over. 】

Muichiro looked at the snow that was getting heavier and heavier, covering everything like a curtain, and slowly closed his eyes, waiting for death to come.

At this point, he no longer has any means of turning the situation around.

Although it was a bit regretful that he still hadn't recovered his memory...but he was willing to accept such an outcome as dying with all his strength.

……

——Muichiro…

——Muichiro…

Suddenly there came a call from the darkness.

Wuyilang opened his eyes.

When he saw the boy in front of him who looked like him, he was stunned for a moment and said hesitantly: "Brother...brother?"

"Fool!"

The boy with the same appearance was not as gentle as Wuyilang, but rather irritable: "How long are you going to lie here? Go back quickly! This is not the place for you!"

Wuyilang was stunned for a moment, and all kinds of memories suddenly flooded into his mind.

My mother died of overwork.

A father who died while collecting herbs for his mother during a rainstorm.

He depended on each other for survival and made a living by chopping wood. Although he was indifferent to him, he protected him at the critical moment, but his brother was killed by a ghost.

A series of warm or cruel past events flashed through his mind, causing Wuyilang to feel a pang of sadness.

"Why?" Muichiro looked at his brother who died at the age of 11, and tears suddenly overflowed from his hollow pupils: "I have tried very hard, won't you praise me?"

"Why...I want to ask why! Aren't you only 14 years old? What's the point of dying like this?!"

The boy's eyes were red, angry and sad: "I told you not to be a swordsman a long time ago, why don't you listen to me?" "Save others? Then who is willing to save you?"

"You always like to act on your own and hold on to unrealistic fantasies. Why don't you just face the reality and live a down-to-earth life?!"

He became angrier and angrier as he spoke: "Sure enough, the "Wu" in Muichiro means..."

"Incompetent, right?" Wuyilang interrupted him and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.

But the tears kept flowing uncontrollably.

He looked at the boy's familiar face stubbornly, as if he had returned to the time when they depended on each other in the wooden house.

"please……"

“It doesn’t matter what anyone says.”

"But I just don't want you to say that..."

In this world where I don't know where, the sad sobs are becoming more and more broken.

The dark space was suddenly filled with white flowers.

"……Do not."

The boy choked and spoke softly.

He raised his tear-stained cheeks, stepped forward and hugged his brother tightly.

"Muichiro's nothing is infinite nothing!"

……

A splash of cold water hit Wuyilang's face.

The water stains that choked his respiratory tract made him cough violently and he slowly opened his eyes.

"……elder brother……"

Everything looked blurry with unfocused pupils, and Muichiro couldn't tell where he was in a trance.

"Brother?" Su Beixun touched his chin: "It seems that you have just reached the other side... So, you are dying?"

He snapped his fingers.

Suddenly, there was a sound of the world breaking apart. The sky was covered with cracks, and pieces of it fell down one by one, revealing a completely different scene behind.

Wuyilang woke up instantly.

His perspective changed from looking up to looking straight ahead, and even the feeling of gravity on his body changed instantly.

"Is this...real?"

Wuyilang murmured softly, and then he found himself leaning against a tree trunk. The surrounding scene was somewhat familiar, but it was too difficult to identify the location in the snowy forest.

"Of course." Su Beixun said with a smile.

He stood in front of Wuyilang, his mouth stained with blood. The pale upper half of his face and the scarlet lower half of his face were connected, looking extremely terrifying.

"Didn't I also add sound effects and special effects?"

Wuyilang was still a little confused.

But before he could react...

As his five senses recovered, a sharp pain made him roar involuntarily!
It felt like countless insects and ants were biting at my nerves and pulling them out.

His face twitched, large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and he subconsciously looked at his left arm—

That's a handful of bones!
The flesh and blood on his left arm had basically disappeared, with only a few pieces hanging in the gaps. When the wind blew, the bones that were still connected shook and made a rattling sound.

It's chilling in this quiet night!

The remaining flesh on the shoulder was covered with gnawing marks!
Wu Yilang's pupils shrank suddenly, and he couldn't help but feel a little horrified when he saw this scene!

"Muichiro, you are really delicious."

Su Beixun casually wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, but there was too much blood and minced meat to wipe it clean, and instead a cruel red mark appeared on the side of his face.

"I originally wanted to let you be eaten clean by me without you knowing it."

“But it’s so boring!”

"You have been staying in the illusion the whole time, and it's like I'm eating a dead person. No reaction, no expression, I'm really not worthy of your top taste."

He opened his mouth, revealing his pale teeth and fishy tongue.

"But... As expected of a descendant of a successor family, the nutrients in your body are even more than eating a hundred ordinary people."

“One hundred ordinary people…” Muichiro’s pale face turned red with anger, and his delicate face became hideous and terrifying: “You bastard…how many humans have you eaten?!”

He subconsciously wanted to grab the knife, but found that there was nothing at hand.

"Well, who knows." Su Beixun smiled dangerously.

He pierced Muichiro's lower abdomen with the Nichirin Sword, pinning him to the wooden trunk behind him. He leaned over and licked his slender neck.

"You have to be patient."

In the dark forest, there were sudden sounds of biting and chewing, as if a terrifying demon was hiding and dragging the traveler into it.

Perhaps... there are also faint cries of pain?
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"Ahem... ahem, what did you say?"

In the headquarters of the Demon Slayer Corps, Ubuyashiki Kōya kept coughing and was no longer calm.

"My lord... Muichiro... Muichiro is dead..." A female crow with long eyelashes covered her eyes with her wings and cried loudly.

A male crow nearby also added with sobs: "Mr. Purgatory... Mr. Purgatory is dead too."

After confirming the sad news again, Ubuyashiki Yoya sat for a long time and also lowered his head in sadness.

"It's my fault." He said softly, "I gave the wrong instructions, which caused these two children to meet with an accident."

The atmosphere was extremely heavy amid the crying sounds.

After a long time, Ubuyashiki Yoya finally pulled himself together. "I'm sorry, [Silver], [Kaname]... Could you please tell me what happened? What abilities does that evil ghost named Su Beixun have?"

"I, I don't know either." [Yin Zi] obviously hadn't recovered from Wuichiro's death, and stammered while sobbing.

"We just found the place where Mr. Urokodaki was fighting, and the evil ghost suddenly came out from behind the woods."

"But... Muichiro and Mr. Rengoku seemed to have seen nothing. They just stood there motionless. No matter how I called them, they didn't respond."

"Then... Mr. Purgatory had his head ripped off from behind by him."

"Muichiro..."

"My Muichiro is even more miserable... wuwu... he was eaten directly by a ghost..."

[Yin Zi] cried harder and harder, and almost passed out.

Ubuyashiki Yoya was a little bit unconvinced and looked at the other crow for confirmation. But Kaname also nodded with tears in his eyes, indicating that what Ginko said was absolutely right.

"how come……"

Ubuyashiki Yoya couldn't hide his surprise, and even suspected that Urokodaki Sakonji had made a mistake at the time: "Is the opponent an Upper Rank?"

"No." Yao said, "The ghost's eyes are blood red, and there is indeed nothing carved in them."

Ubuyashiki Yoya was completely speechless.

An evil demon who does not belong to the [Twelve Demon Moons] can actually kill two [Pillar]-level swordsmen... How powerful will those [Upper Moon Demons] and Muzan Kibutsuji be?

He was a little depressed for a moment, but immediately cheered up again.

If this generation doesn't work, wait for the next generation! If the next generation doesn't work, wait for the next generation... The Ubuyashiki family has been passed down for thousands of years. As long as he has firm faith, he believes that one day he will be able to reach the future!

Ubuyashiki Yoya took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and began to think about the details of Su Beixun's abilities.

According to the description of the Crow, the abnormal behavior of Kyojuro and Muichiro was definitely due to the other party's [Blood Demon Jutsu].

But the key question is - when did it happen?
Maybe on the way...

But the first thing that Ubuyashiki Yoya thought of was the suspicious prescription!

This was sent to the Demon Slayer Corps by the other party through Rengoku Makijuro. Originally, they thought the other party was a human and did not think much about it, but when they learned that Su Beixun was an evil demon, this behavior suddenly became suspicious.

"Illusion?"

Ubuyashiki Yoya whispered softly.

From the fact that Rengoku Makijuro mistook the other party for a human and thought he had killed him, plus the loopholes and mistakes in the [Inu] investigation... it was not difficult for Ubuyashiki Yoya to guess the other party's abilities.

But the key is——

Even if this ability is related to the medicine, why would the two Pillars who had never drunk it also be affected?
(End of this chapter)