I'm sorry, I, Daoyu Gaoyue, am a scumbag.

Infinite city.

The sound of a pipa continued to ring out.

Inside the Infinite City, which is irregular and maze-like, all kinds of mechanical structures seem to come alive. They gradually glow and then start to operate, making people feel dizzy at a glance.

A woman in a black kimono and with disheveled hair sat in the center, holding a pipa and plucking the strings continuously.

As the sound of the pipa rang out again, a figure suddenly appeared in a room above the Infinite City.

He was covered in tattoos, wearing white pants, Buddhist beads on his ankles, peach-colored hair and vest, and even his eyebrows and eyelashes were peach-colored.

In the eyes, there are three engraved.

The third moon in the waxing phase is Akaza.

He appeared here without any warning, his eyes scanning the surroundings.

Different space, infinite city...

The Upper String Conference?

That means...an upper-rank demon was killed by a demon hunter!

He seemed a little excited, and the veins in his body began to surge, and then he calmed down again.

Then he looked up at the sky below, then leaned forward slightly and fell down.

Another string sounded.

A white pot suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

"Hey, isn't this Akaza-sama~"

A voice came from the pot. Akaza glanced sideways and saw a white figure emerging from the pot.

It seemed to be an alien ghost, with only the upper body in human form, and the lower body hidden in the pot. It had two shrunken arms the size of a baby growing on each side of its shoulders, and two on each side of its head.

Not only that, his face was even more disgusting. There were two mouths where the eyes should be, but the eyes were on the mouth and forehead.

The fifth moon is the Jade Pot.

After he emerged from the pot, he continued to twist his body like a maggot, saying in a strange voice, "It's great to see you so energetic~"

"Akaza-sama~ We haven't seen each other for about ninety years, I thought you were killed, I was so excited, cough cough..."

The mouth above its left eye suddenly stopped and coughed twice, then continued with the mouth at the right eye position, "I'm so worried that my chest hurts~"

Akaza narrowed his eyes and felt a little unhappy looking at Yuhu who was acting so pretentiously.

“How terrible…”

Another timid voice sounded.

At the same time, a timid old man wearing an ancient kimono, with a bald head, a purple deformed tumor and two devil horns, slowly climbed out from the dark stairs, "It's terrible, terrible... I haven't seen Yu Hu for a while and he can't even count... The last meeting was clearly one hundred and eight years ago..."

The fourth moon, Hantengu.

He seemed particularly timid. He stretched out his hand and counted, "One hundred and eight, one hundred and eight, an even number, still auspicious... still auspicious..."

Akaza looked at Mingnu who was holding the biwa again, "Mingnu, Master Muzan hasn't come yet?"

The woman holding the pipa played the pipa again and said, "I haven't seen the master yet."

"So where is the Upper Rank One..."

Although it was an inquiry, Akaza had already withdrawn his gaze and said calmly, "Could he have been killed..."

"Ahhh~ It shouldn't be Lord Kokushibo~"

The sound of footsteps came from behind Akaza. Hearing the sound, Akaza's face seemed to become a little gloomy, and he slowly turned around to look.

Douma walked out slowly from the darkness, "I guess, I guess, it's not Lord Kokushibo, it should be Jifu Taro~"

“Ahhhh~”

Yuhu twisted his body wantonly and asked, "What does Douma-sama know?"

"Of course!"

Douma's face seemed very happy, with a happy smile on his face, but he seemed to have lost his previous handsomeness and had a hint of ferocity... But he still looked quite handsome.

Then he put his hand on Akaza's shoulder, "We met some demon hunters~, and had an interesting fight. It was very interesting... No, it was extremely interesting!"

The little hands on Yuhu clapped their hands, "Oh! The ghost hunters actually met Douma-sama! They will surely die very miserably~ Have they been made into works of art?!"

Akaza squinted at Douma and said, "Take your hands away."

Douma seemed not to have heard what Akaza said, "What a pity, they escaped, and my neck was cut by the Nichirin Sword~ It seems like I lost~"

In my memory, my neck was cut by the Nichirin Sword... I guess that counts~

So awesome! So awesome!

How did Xiaoyue do it?

Suddenly, all the ghosts present were stunned.

Yuhu stared at Douma blankly, not twisting his body, "Eh? Are you kidding, Douma-sama?"

Akaza's eyes were also startled, and the fist that was about to hit Douma's chin stopped in the air. Then he looked at Douma's annoying face again, "Then why didn't you die?"

"Eh?"

Douma scratched his head, looking confused, "Really? Why am I not dead? Hmm... maybe something very interesting happened and I don't want to die anymore."

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared.

He was wearing an ancient purple warrior costume, his hair was combed back, a long sword was hung at his waist, and his back was facing away from everyone.

"You have broken through your limits and overcome your weaknesses, Douma?"

One of the Upper Ranks, with the Black Death Eyes.

"ah!"

Douma's eyes seemed to sparkle, and he made a gesture, "So that's how it is!"

"But why did you lose..."

The first Upper Rank, with black death eyes, slowly turned sideways and said, "Second Upper Rank, are you going to stop here too..."

He revealed half of his profile, but he had three eyes, and a sense of oppression also appeared.

Akaza, Hantengu, and Tamakute were all trembling, but Douma seemed to be unaware of it, with the smile on his face still intact. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. Don't be angry, Lord Kokushibo. Do you want me to tear off my face as an apology? That ghost hunter just now really liked my face and even said he wanted to keep my head!"

"Not only that."

Suddenly, a very childish but very cold voice sounded, and it seemed to reach every corner of Infinite City.

The five powerful ghosts were shocked at the same time and looked sideways at a figure that suddenly appeared.

He was not tall, a young boy with black hair and red eyes, wearing a white shirt and black pants, holding a book and reading it intently.

Although he had his back to the Five Ghosts, they all recognized his identity.

The ancestor of ghosts, Oni Wu Tsuji Mukai.

Bantian Gou and Yuhu knelt down directly, expressing their fear and respect for this person with their bodies and minds.

The upper sanxian, on the other hand, expresses obedience to the superior in different ways.

Akaza knelt down on one knee and looked at the ground.

Douma and Kuroshinome bowed slightly and then knelt on the ground.

However, there are subtle differences in the status.

Kokushibo was very serious, while Douma was swaying his upper body and still smiling.