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

After disposing of the man and the little girl, Muzan Kibutsuji frowned.

"Who is watching me through my blood?"

Is it the Twelve Demon Moons?

Muzan Kibutsuji shook his head.

Not only did they lack the courage, but he also clearly remembered the soul fluctuations of each of the twelve ghost months.

Even if Gyutaro and Daki were born from the blood of Doma, it was with his consent.

Muzan had no recollection of the one who had been peering into his soul.

Could it be that the military has achieved some results?

Muzan guessed another possibility.

After all, he had been cooperating with the military for a long time. He was responsible for providing blood to the military for research, while the military was responsible for helping him find the Blue Spider Lily and cleaning up the mess for them when he and the Twelve Demon Moons went too far.

But then he realized it was unlikely.

After all, the military has been studying his blood for hundreds of years; if they could have made a result, they would have done so long ago.

Moreover, even if there are results, it's impossible for anyone to directly probe him with their soul.

After pondering without success, Muzan decided to personally extend his soul over there to take a look.

Let's see who's so bold as to dare to spy on him in the realm of the soul.

This caused his soul to fluctuate, making him unable to suppress his cannibalistic desires and destroying the new identity he had finally found.

What's more troublesome is that this is already the third identity he's changed in the past six months.

The cooperation between the military and him had become somewhat delicate over the years.

If the other party seizes on this matter again, they will definitely make a big deal out of it.

He wasn't afraid.

However, there are a few old monsters on the military side, and if things really fall out, it will be troublesome.

As is well known, empty-nest elderly people hate trouble the most.

Especially for an elderly person like him who is over a thousand years old.

the other side.

Lin Bei was trapped in this pitch-black space, unable to get out or run away.

So, out of boredom, the only thing he could do was try to make out the face of the person in the light.

Just like before, no matter what method he used or what direction he was in, he could only ever see the back of the person in the light.

Left with no other choice, Lin Bei had to give up.

But just as he was about to lie down and take a nap,

A voice rang out.

"Who's spying on me!"

"Is it you, you little bug?"

Upon hearing someone speak, Lin Bei immediately jumped up.

It is the person in the light who is speaking!

Lin Bei instantly became excited.

They immediately ran to the edge of the light.

"You've finally responded! I'm so bored here. Tell me how to get out of here."

At this moment, he finally saw the person in the light clearly.

However, when he saw it clearly, the excitement on his face froze instantly.

A chill ran from the soles of his feet straight up to the top of his head.

Lin Bei gasped in shock.

"Muzan, it's you?!"

Upon hearing Lin Bei's words, the figure in the light stood up from beside the low table.

"You so brazenly spied on my soul imprint in the mental imprint space, and you didn't even know who you were spying on!"

"And you seem to know me!"

"Have we met somewhere before?"

Upon hearing Muzan's words, a bead of cold sweat broke out on Lin Bei's forehead.

If he had known earlier that Muzan's blood contained a spiritual imprint, he would never have opened the bottle containing Muzan's blood.

But not only did he open it, he also recklessly allowed Muzan's blood to enter his body.

That's great!

Lin Bei had just left the beginner village when he encountered the final boss.

Moreover, it wasn't the big boss who sought him out; he took the initiative to go to the big boss.

They're like flies in a latrine—courting death.

However, Lin Bei quickly forced himself to calm down.

Judging from Muzan's words, the Muzan in front of him is not his physical form.

It is a spiritual entity projected by Muzan through a spiritual imprint.

This space is the spiritual imprint space within Muzan's blood.

That means Lin Bei still has a chance.

As long as Muzan doesn't find out that he died at Muzan's hands.

Then he distracted Muzan with other things.

Then Muzan might lose interest in Lin Bei, giving Lin Bei time to use his consciousness to activate the Yang Qi Furnace and refine Muzan's blood within him.

Once Muzan's blood is refined within him, this spiritual imprint space will collapse.

Lin Bei could then naturally leave this godforsaken place.

Lin Bei's eyes lit up, and an idea immediately formed in his mind.

He wants to impersonate Oda.

Lin Bei adopted an extremely respectful expression as he looked at Muzan.

"Lord Muzan, I am a junior member of the Oda family."

"This time it's because the experiment to create a god has made some progress."

"I accidentally entered this place when I was communicating with the consciousness of the test subject."

"But I never expected it to be the space imprinted with your spirit, Lord Muzan."

"So it was somewhat presumptuous and offensive."

"Please don't blame me, Lord Muzan."

"I immediately tried to find a way to get out by myself."

Upon hearing this, Muzan looked at Lin Bei with a scrutinizing gaze.

He remembers Oda's family.

It was one of the families that provided him with blood research.

I heard they're using his blood for some kind of "god-making project".

The name sounds quite intimidating.

Like other families, they were useless and made little progress.

It will only waste his blood.

However, the current head of the Oda family doesn't seem to look like this.

Seeing Muzan's suspicious expression, it was clear that he did not yet believe what he said.

So Lin Bei continued to bluff.

"Master Wuhan."

"Representatives of the Oda family all have close ties with you."

"My father's father."

"My grandfather's father and grandfather both worked with you."

"The last time I saw you was seven or eight years ago."

"The day you brought the blood of the Demon King."

"Ever since I met you, I have been captivated by your imposing figure."

"I long to see you again."

"I never expected to see you again in this way."

"What you hold in your heart will surely come back to you."

"Although this experiment went wrong and we were unable to complete communication with the subject's consciousness."

"But this will allow me to meet Lord Muzan."

"It can be considered a blessing in disguise."

Upon hearing Lin Bei's words, Muzan's gaze towards Lin Bei immediately softened, becoming less scrutinizing and more affectionate.

Firstly, what Lin Bei said was mostly the same as what he knew.

He has been cooperating with the Oda family, providing them with his bloodline.

Moreover, the last time he visited Oda's house was indeed seven or eight years ago.

For some reason, Muzan felt increasingly uneasy whenever he saw Lin Bei's face.

There was a feeling, deep down.

That means Lin Bei's identity is not as simple as he claims.

As everyone knows, Muzan was a cautious person.

After experiencing being hacked to pieces by Yoriichi Tsugikuni, Muzan's caution reached a new level.

He will not ignore any abnormalities.

So Muzan began to count backwards from the present moment, going through his memories in an attempt to find out Lin Bei's true identity.

And just as Muzan was flipping through his memories to a few months ago...

Muzan suddenly stared intently at Lin Bei's face.

He remembered.

This person is not from Oda's family.

It was someone he had killed a few months earlier.

The dead have come back to life?

Muzan thought it was unlikely, because it was too illogical.

So Muzan got straight to the point.

"You are not a member of the Oda family."

"You were one of the family members who killed someone a few months ago."

"Can you tell me how you survived?"

Lin Bei, who originally intended to secretly refine Muzan's blood, discovered that Muzan had already seen through his true identity.

Without the slightest hesitation, he directly summoned the yang energy furnace.

"Yang Qi Furnace, smash open this spiritual imprint space directly."

The next moment, a phantom furnace appeared, burning with raging flames and crashing down on the mental imprint space.

"Click..."

The space was smashed open, creating a large hole.

Lin Bei left the mental imprint space through the gap without hesitation.

He turned around and gave the middle finger to the Muzan spirit in the space.

"Still watching"

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"What the hell are you looking at?!"