Controlling the Butterfly Effect from Demon Slayer

Muzan looked at Kokushibo, and Kokushibo also looked at Muzan.

For a moment, the atmosphere here was a bit awkward.

Kokushibo had seen Muzan lose his composure before, but he had rarely seen him lose his composure like this.

Muzan had also seen Kokushibo injured, but he had never seen Kokushibo's wound unable to heal and bleeding. What was even more dramatic was that the same person had caused both of them to be like this!

Isn't this a coincidence!

Muzan looked at the narrow knife wound on Kokushibo's chest that could not heal, and thought of Horitake's strange lightning restraint on them, and was suddenly shocked:

"Kokushibo! Could it be that you were also injured by that guy who used lightning! ?"

Kokushibo was keenly aware that Muzan used the word"also" and understood something:

""Could it be that Lord Muzan is also angry because of that guy?"

The two looked at each other and thought it was ridiculous.

Two people at the top of the demon world were targeted by the same person in just one or two hours! This is really... They were speechless for a while.

Before Muzan could say anything, he showed his vicious side:

"We must kill that guy! We must kill him no matter what!"

Kokushibo bowed slightly to Muzan, showing the good qualities of an excellent subordinate:

"Lord Muzan, rest assured, I will kill that guy with my sword!"Muzan was very happy.

He knew the strength of Kokushibo, who was undoubtedly second to none. As a demon, Muzan believed that Horitake was no match for Kokushibo.

"Very good, this lightning swordsman will be handed over to you, Kokushibo. If I have any information about him in the future, I will send a ghost to inform you immediately."

"Thank you, Master Muzan. By the way, Master Muzan, that guy came to me on his own initiative.……"

Kokushimo explained the situation in detail, and then asked seriously:

"This is what happened here. I wonder how he had offended Lord Muzan before?"

Muzan was speechless.

He couldn't tell Kokushibo about Horitake's heart-piercing remarks, right? Wouldn't that greatly reduce his prestige?

Helplessly, Muzan could only change the subject:

"Let’s not talk about those petty things. But you, Kokushibo, how is your injury?"

Kokushibo looked down at his chest with a gloomy expression.

"That guy's lightning does have a negative effect on us ghosts. My wound is healing at a speed similar to that of an ordinary human, so I'm afraid it will take a long time."

At this point, Kokushibo apologized to Muzan again:

"I'm sorry, Master Muzan, for letting you see my bad side."

Muzan was quite tolerant of his collaborator:

"It's okay, Kokushibo, you should take care of your injuries first."

"Master Muzan, don't worry. This little injury is nothing at all! It doesn't affect my loyalty to Master Muzan at all!"

"I have no doubt about this, Kokushibo, but... your most important thing now is to stop the bleeding and sew it up, right? After all, this wound is too long."

Kokushibo was a little confused:

""I'm sorry, Master Muzan. This is the first time I've encountered a wound that can't heal. I'm not used to it. How do I stop the bleeding? How do I sew the stitches?"

The atmosphere became even more awkward.

Muzan and Kokushibo, one has lived for a thousand years, and the other has lived for hundreds of years. In such a long time, they have never encountered a wound that can't heal, which leads to a somewhat embarrassing situation.

That is, there are no medical tools for bandaging and treating wounds in the Infinite City.

After all, no one expected this to happen, so there was no preparation in advance.

Then...what should we do?

And it's daytime now, where do you want them to find gauze bandages and the like?

Muzan often does medical biological research, and there are his bottles and jars in the Infinite City, but he really doesn't have these bandages.

What should we do now? The wound on Kokushibo's chest is still bleeding.

Although their ghosts' hematopoietic function is extremely strong, blood doesn't flow like this.

In the midst of the embarrassment, Mingnu next to him said weakly:

"Lord Kokushibo, we are ghosts and can control our blood. Can't you just control your blood so that it doesn't flow out?"

Muzan and Kokushibo suddenly realized, that's right!

Kokushibo controlled it a little bit, and the narrow wound on his chest stopped bleeding.

As cold as Kokushibo was, he also felt embarrassed at this time. He could only repeat what he had said before:

"It’s the first time I encounter a wound that can’t heal, and I’m a little uncomfortable with it."

Muzan nodded.

Well, the bleeding has been stopped, but how should the stitches be done?

Muzan, who has extensive medical knowledge, certainly knows that such a long and deep wound will not close without stitches.

What to do?

Because it was Mingnu who spoke up and solved the problem just now, Muzan looked at Mingnu again with a questioning look, meaning that you must give me some advice.

What a scumbag boss!

You know what, Mingnu really has a way!

But she can't say this method clearly.

Mingnu could only sit on the ground holding the pipa, looked at a closet over there, gave Muzan another look, then lowered her eyes and said nothing.

Muzan looked at his own closet over there and suddenly realized.

In the strange eyes of Kokushibo, Muzan left He walked over, opened the closet, and searched for something in the closet.

Kokushibo looked from his direction. Although the closet door was blocked by Muzan's figure, Kokushibo still saw that what was placed in the closet seemed to be... a kimono! ?

It was the kind of kimono that geishas wear, very beautiful and luxurious.

Kokushibo's expression became a little strange. He looked at Mingnu and gave her a puzzled look, meaning to ask, are those kimonos yours? Mingnu said nothing, just shook her head.

Kokushibo's expression became even stranger.

But after thinking about it, he felt relieved as he had seen this kind of situation in the past few hundred years.

Over there, Muzan took out some needles and thread from the closet.

Holding these needles and thread, Muzan walked towards Kokushibo and said:

"Although it's not medical needles and thread, it can be used anyway, Kokushibo, just make do with it."

Kokushibo bowed in thanks as usual:

"Thank you for your concern, Master Muzan."

Then... Muzan took the needle and thread, walked to Kokushibo and stopped.

The two, no, two ghosts looked at each other, and the atmosphere became strange for a moment.

Could it be... Could it be that Muzan had to sew Kokushibo's wound himself!?

No, no, no!! Why is this atmosphere a bit strange!?

Mingnu, who was standing next to him, looked at this scene, thought of something, and involuntarily covered her face with her pipa.

Muzan also realized that something seemed to be wrong, and threw the needle and thread to Mingnu angrily:

"Mingnu! Come here! Come and help Kokushibo sew up his wounds!"

Kokushibo could no longer stay in this strange atmosphere, so he quickly picked up the needle and thread in front of Mingnu and left.

"Don't worry, I can sew the wound myself!"

After Kokushibo left, Muzan didn't know why, he felt uncomfortable all over, and left quickly, going back to fiddle with his bottles and jars.

Only Mingnu was here alone, occasionally playing the pipa.

If you ignore the tattered things that have just been destroyed here, today's Infinite City is also a harmonious day. (Laughs)

Speaking of which, the Infinite City has been destroyed like this, how can Muzan repair it? Who can he find to repair it?

Or are there skilled craftsmen among the ghosts?

Or is the Infinite City bound to Mingnu, and Mingnu can slowly repair it?

Who knows.