Simultaneous time travel: But our system is out of sync!

After learning about the origins of the myth fragments from Oda, Lin Bei turned his attention to another box.

"Then tell me more about this so-called Blood of the Demon King. What exactly is it, and where does it come from?"

Upon hearing Lin Bei's question, a look of reminiscence appeared on Oda's face.

"The blood of the Demon King was obtained from someone named Kibutsuji Muzan."

As he spoke, a barely suppressed fear appeared in Oda's eyes, yet within that fear lay a deeply hidden fanaticism.

"That was a real monster."

"Immortal and feeds on humans."

I saw him when I was a child.

"My dad and my grandpa met him when they were kids."

"He would appear once every ten years and leave behind a vial of blood."

"That is, the origin of the Demon King's blood."

"Only by diluting the blood of the Demon King can we use the special power in the myth fragments to modify the test subjects."

Upon hearing this, a glint of light flashed in Lin Bei's eyes.

He was right; the so-called Demon King's Blood was indeed Muzan Kibutsuji's blood.

No wonder Sasaki and Sasara, whom he killed before, were so special.

It turns out they were using Muzan's blood for experiments.

This means that Muzan was indeed connected to the Japanese military.

Now I can explain why there are no official forces in the anime storyline to eradicate demons.

However, just to be on the safe side, Lin Bei decided to open the box and test it himself.

After all, matters concerning cults are of great importance.

Dealing with Muzan alone is not the same as dealing with Muzan who has the support of the Japanese military.

The former can be considered a personal grudge, or it can be seen as eliminating a scourge for the people.

But if it's the latter, then we might have to confront the Japanese state-level violent machinery.

Under Lin Bei's command, Oda opened the box containing the Demon King's blood and handed Lin Bei a glass bottle no bigger than a thumb.

When Lin Bei looked at the ordinary glass bottle in his hand, filled with dark red blood, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Is this Muzan's blood?

It doesn't look particularly special at all!

He had initially thought that Muzan's blood would have something special about it.

For example, it might move on its own, or bubble like lava, or tentacles or eyeballs might emerge from it from time to time.

But the blood in front of me was so ordinary, looking no different from normal blood.

Isn't this Muzan's blood?

The thought popped into Lin Bei's mind.

If this really isn't Muzan's blood, then all his previous speculations about the relationship between Muzan and the military will have to be overturned.

So, in order to verify whether this was indeed Muzan's blood, he began to have doubts.

Lin Bei opened the glass bottle without hesitation.

No response, still no response!

It was as if this really was just a tube of ordinary blood.

Lin Bei looked at the head of the Oda family, his eyes filled with questioning.

Could it be that he gave me a fake?

However, after staring into Oda's eyes for a while, Lin Bei dismissed his guess.

When they took out the box containing the blood of the Demon King, they had no idea that they were being tricked.

Moreover, his eyes had never left the two boxes, so there was no way he could have switched them.

So Lin Bei decided to do one last test.

He picked up a scalpel and cut a wound in his palm.

Then he carefully poured a drop of blood from the bottle onto the wound on his palm.

This is the most accurate method Lin Bei can use.

His current state of being a living dead is partly due to the fact that he was once stained with Muzan's blood that had fallen on Nezuko.

However, Lin Bei did not expect this.

The blood, which had seemed perfectly ordinary before, came to life the moment it touched Lin Bei's wound, eagerly rushing into his body through the wound.

Even the blood in the bottle that hadn't yet come into contact with Lin Bei came to life, turning into blood streaks that burrowed into Lin Bei's wound.

not good!

The moment his blood came back to life, Lin Bei sensed something was wrong.

He immediately put the cap back on the bottle containing the blood.

Even though Lin Bei reacted so quickly, nearly half of the blood had already seeped into his body from the wound on his palm.

Lin Bei's face was grim at this moment; he had no idea what would happen next.

But he had a premonition that something bad was about to happen.

Sure enough, the moment this thought arose, something unexpected happened.

Suddenly, everything went black before Lin Bei's eyes. His consciousness was detached from his body, and he found himself in an unfamiliar place.

It was pitch black here, with no end in sight and no distinction between up, down, left, or right.

There is only one bright place in the distance.

Go there!

With a thought, Lin Bei's consciousness flew toward that light.

When he reached the light.

Lin Bei then noticed a person sitting in the light, but the person was facing away from him, so he couldn't see the person's face.

Moreover, no matter which direction he turns, he can only see the person's back.

But for some reason, just looking at this person's back, he had a feeling of déjà vu.

Who on earth is it?

Lin Bei was filled with doubt.

Just as Lin Bei was lost in this pitch-black space, there was a commotion outside.

Osaka, more than 400 kilometers away.

A young, handsome couple, carrying a beautifully sculpted little girl, returned to a rather upscale apartment amidst envious glances from those around them.

As soon as she entered the house, the little girl jumped off the woman's arms and ran back to her little house.

After running to the little house, the little girl found a diary under the bed and wrote something in crooked handwriting.

"Year Month Day"

Weather: Sunny

"My parents took me out to play today."

"I should be happy, but I can't be happy at all."

"I don't know why."

"I always feel like my mother has become a stranger to me, and it's scary."

"Sometimes I even feel like my mom isn't my mom."

But I dare not say it.

"Because I always feel that the way my mom looks at me and my dad is the same way I look at Xiao Hei."

"By the way, Xiao Hei is a pig that Grandpa raised in the countryside."

"Grandpa said that when Xiao Hei grows up, he can eat meat."

Xiaoxue likes to eat meat.

Just as the little girl was writing and drawing in her diary, there was a knock on the door.

There was a knock at the door.

"Xiaoxue, dinner's ready!"

Hearing the sound, the little girl responded, quickly hid the diary under her bed, and ran out.

At the dining table, the family of three ate their delicious meal while chatting and laughing, looking happy and content.

At this moment, the little girl had forgotten what she had just written in her diary, completely immersed in the temptation of the food.

suddenly!

The mother, who was chatting and laughing with her husband, suddenly seemed to have discovered something.

His expression instantly turned cold, as if all the previous gentleness had been an illusion.

Seeing his wife's sudden change in expression, the husband immediately asked with concern:

"What's wrong with you?"

But the next moment.

The husband's upper body suddenly disappeared, leaving only his half-body sitting in the chair.

The little girl, who had been intently battling with the delicious food, suddenly widened her eyes when she saw this scene.

But the little girl didn't have time to react in the next moment.

The little girl's body was reduced to half, and she was sitting on the chair.

The wife picked up a napkin from the table and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, saying indifferently:

"What a hassle, I have to switch to another place again."

Then her body twitched and her expression changed.

She transformed from a beautiful and gentle young woman into Muzan Kibutsuji.