Demon Slayer: The Journey of Becoming Yoichi's Sister

Although the man and the ghost were not serious, the night was quiet, and any movement would be infinitely magnified.

In addition, even if they were not serious, the battlefield where they fought was not a place that any lower-rank could set foot on.

With such a big noise, even a deaf person would almost hear it.

Looking at Douma, who was smiling nonchalantly, Yuko's eyes sank slightly.

There is not much variability in blood demon arts.

In simple terms, blood demon arts are superpowers, but it is not impossible to have multiple superpowers.

And the ice blood demon arts mastered by Douma, even if they are further developed and researched, are all based on the premise of ice.

The information... is almost there.

Yuko wanted to retreat.

When a group of believers come, she will have a hard time explaining.

Yuko even suspected that the fanatical believers among them would not be afraid even if they saw Douma eating people in public.

Instead, they would be more envious of the other party's immortal immortal means.

There is no way to persuade him.

Yuko glanced at the girl beside her from the corner of her eyes. After hesitating for a while, she sighed in her heart.

Douma narrowed his eyes.

Although Yuko's mood changes were not big, it was very obvious to him.

Although Douma did not have human emotions, he was also very sensitive to the emotional fluctuations of people around him.

Is he planning to escape?

Douma covered his face with an iron fan, and a serious look appeared in his eyes.

Poison... is not enough.

Even he could not have expected that the other party could detect the abnormality in such a short time.

You know, in the situation at that time, although the poison had entered the other party's body, it had not had time to take effect.

It's not that he had never eaten swordsmen from the Demon Slayer Corps, but none of them reacted so quickly.

Almost discovered the poison as soon as it entered the body.

This woman is too sensitive.

Although Douma likes to collect intelligence from others, and even lets the enemy perform all his moves before killing him in order to collect these combat data, this does not mean that Douma likes others to collect intelligence from him.

It would be troublesome if this woman escaped.

This thought flashed through Douma's mind, and he flashed in front of Yuko without any signs, saying with regret.

"It's too much, miss, you actually want to escape."

"Blood Demon Art·Lotus Leaf Ice."

Douma waved his fans, and large lotus-shaped ice crystals poured out.

Yuko deliberately covered her mouth and nose and stepped back.

"If I eat you, we can enjoy eternal life together and reach paradise."

While expressing his feelings with regret, Douma waved the golden iron fan mercilessly.

"Blood Demon Art: Frosty White Princess!"

As the iron fan waved, two lifelike ice lotuses in the form of girls appeared in Yuzi's eyes, and icy air blew out of her mouth.

This guy...

If he were to participate in a sculpture competition, Michelangelo would have to admit defeat.

While Yuzi complained in her heart, she didn't intend to tangle with him any longer.

As expected, these strange blood demon arts, whether it was freezing air or something else, were all based on the concept of "ice".

There was no need to collect intelligence anymore.

By looking at the freezing air that was sweeping in, Yuzi quickly flipped back to the girl's side, helped her up and rushed out the door.

"Don't even think about escaping!"

At this point, Douma couldn't help but be more serious.

"Blood Demon Art: Mysterious Winter Ice Pillar!"

Dozens of sharp ice spikes fell from the sky, trying to pierce Yuzi through.

These upper-rank moves were indeed more difficult than the other.

The range is beyond the imagination of ordinary swordsmen.

But who is Yuko?

Even if she hadn't turned into a demon, she was the second person in the Demon Slayer Corps to open the mark, second only to Yoriichi.

This speed is just so-so.

Yuko's speed was once again improved to a higher level, causing Douma's attacks to miss.

Seeing that Yuko was about to escape with her men, Douma almost subconsciously swung out the iron fan.

"Blood Demon Art·Fog Ice·Water Lily..."

Dozens of believers holding torches swarmed in, and Douma paused and put down his fan.

He saw Yuko and her men climb over the wall and disappeared.

After a while, he waved the fan to cover his face, his eyes slightly narrowed.

"Well, let's forget about it this time. If the commotion is too serious, Master Muzan will blame me."

"Besides, that child...will definitely come back..."

The crowd gathered around with torches: "Master! Are you okay?"

Doma looked at the group of believers who came with a smile, "It's okay, it's just that a ferocious evil spirit came to our door, and I have already repelled it."

"As expected of Master!" The group of believers noticed the inhuman damage marks in the room.traces, and couldn't help showing a fanatical expression.

Douma just looked at them with a smile.

…

On the other side, Yuko took the girl out of the city and patted her cheek gently.

The girl named Aiko woke up instantly, looked around, looked at her again, and said with fear: "What do you want to do!"

Yuko explained lightly: "Your founder is a ghost, I just saved you from him."

Aiko was stunned for a moment and scolded: "Don't talk nonsense!"

"The founder took in homeless people like us, and he is obviously the son of God who loves the world."

"In comparison, you who attacked the founder are the ghost!"

"…"

Yuko said silently: "I won't stop you from going back, but I suggest you think about what I said seriously."

A good cook can't cook without rice.

Yuko is in this situation now, lacking evidence that Douma is an evil ghost.

Hearing this, Aiko stood up hesitantly, and then tried to retreat towards the city. She was not sure whether Yuko was lying to her.

After confirming that Yuko did not move, she turned and ran.

…

Yuko watched her back as she ran into the corner, heading towards the direction of the Eternal Paradise, and turned away silently.

Just as she never hated Namiko for kicking her back then, Yuko would not scold the girl.

When you are hungry and have no place to stay, someone takes you in and gives you food. No matter what era it is, they are benefactors.

Unless you see Douma eating people with your own eyes, it is simply...

No, as long as it is not you who eats, it is actually no big deal.

…

Eternal Paradise.

Douma fanned himself and smiled as he watched the believers move the damaged furniture out one by one and clean the room.

Suddenly, a believer walked in with a girl.

"Master, Aiko is back."

Doma smiled happily: "You're back, so good."

"You go down first." He looked at everyone and waved.

"Yes." Everyone quickly packed up their things, closed the door and left.

The only trace of doubt in Aiko's heart disappeared, she knelt on the ground, waiting for the favor of the master.

Doma came to her and squatted, smiling and said: "Hey, how did you escape?"

Aiko raised her head and looked at Douma's handsome face. She couldn't help blushing slightly, and her heart was beating.

"That bad guy...she, she didn't stop me."

"Is that so~" Douma smiled on his face, but he was thinking secretly in his heart.

It's completely different from the ghost hunters he encountered before.

He saved the person with great effort, but he just let her go. Didn't he know that she would come back?