Demon Slayer: Muzan, will you dance too?

Its right hand was tightly gripping a toddler under three years old, leaving bluish-purple bruises on his delicate arm.

It is unclear what methods were used, but the child has fallen into a coma.

Seeing this scene, Kiyokawa Izumi's worldview was once again shattered by the ruthless and inhumane evil spirit.

Humans are food to them.

They don't care about the age of the food, only how it tastes.

Some evil spirits prefer young women, some like to eat small children, and others have a unique taste, preferring to eat strong men.

"So what if it's me? Immature brats are the freshest and most delicious. Their skin is exceptionally tender, and their blood is exceptionally tasty."

The demon spoke recklessly, having heard rumors about the demon-slaying swordsman.

But so what?

They are just humans, just food.

Kiyokawa Izumi took a deep breath, gripping the hilt of the Nichirin Blade tightly with his right hand, but did not rashly draw it.

The most difficult situation has arisen.

The evil spirit held a hostage, which made Kiyokawa Izumi hesitant to make any rash moves.

He is not a swordsman who wields Thunder Breath, and the advantage of Water Breath is not in explosive power and speed.

"trouble!"

"At a distance of less than ten meters, can I kill it before it can react?"

Can the toddler being held so tightly be saved?

Kiyokawa Izumi doesn't have the speed of Kocho Shinobu.

This is the kind of situation he hates most.

For a moment, his hands and feet were bound.

"Really? Is that so? So, all the missing children in this town are connected to you?"

Kiyokawa Izumi said expressionlessly, "Seven or eight? Have you already eaten them all?"

"There are eleven! Five boys and six girls."

The evil spirit dismissed it, speaking nonchalantly.

Eleven?

Kiyokawa Izumi's heart sank upon hearing the number.

Having devoured so many people, it may have already mastered the Blood Demon Art.

Upon realizing this, Kiyokawa Izumi felt even more pressure.

"And this is the twelfth!"

The demon seemed to sense Kiyokawa Izumi's dilemma, but instead gave a ferocious smile and, right in front of him, attempted to bite the child's fair and tender arm, which was as white as a lotus root.

This is downright provocative!

So what if you're a demon-slaying swordsman? I can eat people right in front of you, what can you do about it?

Even if your knife is the sharpest, it can't save this brat.

When one becomes too angry and loses their temper, weaknesses will emerge.

Faced with such an unsolvable situation, Kiyokawa Izumi did not lose her mind due to anger, as the demon had expected.

On the contrary, his breathing was always rhythmic.

"Do you need me to wait for you?"

The sudden voice rang out, and the demon paused slightly.

It couldn't understand why this human could say those words so calmly.

Because it seemed strange, my gaze followed that direction.

When it met those blood-red eyes, even an ordinary evil spirit like it was indeed momentarily stunned.

How could humans have such eyes?

Those eyes, like those of a demon, seemed to carry an ominous aura, making it momentarily doubt the identity of this person.

Are demon-slaying swordsmen really human?

Its attention was diverted.

A sudden whooshing sound broke the silence of the night.

Kiyokawa Izumi calmly drew his Nichirin Blade, its bluish tip gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

The muscles in his right arm, which held the knife, were taut, and the veins bulged menacingly, but they could not be seen because they were hidden under his clothes.

Speed ​​is definitely not Kiyokawa Izumi's strength.

Taking advantage of the demon's attention being drawn to his own eyes, he suddenly threw the Nichirin Blade in his hand.

This is a last resort.

The child held captive by the evil spirit has no choice but to gamble with his life.

Kiyokawa Izumi could only do her best to try and save the young life.

In an instant, the sharp blade pierced through the demon's shoulder, and not only that, its originally dark skin turned blackish-purple.

Kiyokawa Izumi's knife was coated with poison beforehand—he didn't think there was anything wrong with doing so, he only felt that the poison wasn't strong enough.

If it were strong enough to directly poison the Upper Moon, that would be even better.

Back to the present, in pain, the child, whom he was tightly gripping with his right hand, suddenly slipped from his grasp.

Falling from the height of a roof, if the landing posture is incorrect and there is no cushioning, the little guy could be seriously injured.

"call--"

Kiyokawa Izumi suddenly exerted force with his legs, quickly stepped forward, used his body as a cushion, and tightly hugged the tiny life that was about to fall to the ground.

His team uniform, which was still relatively clean, was soaked with mud and water. He didn't lie on the ground for long before Kiyokawa Izumi quickly stood up, and then his expression changed again.

His brows furrowed tightly, and he gently placed his fingers under the child's nose, but there was no breath.

No wonder she didn't cry or make a fuss after being taken away by the evil spirit.

From beginning to end, the evil spirit in front of him was toying with him.

Overwhelmed with unspeakable anger, Kiyokawa Izumi wanted to ask, "Is it really that interesting to do this?"

He may not be the kind of person who is extremely kind and cheerful, but it's inevitable that he would feel angry when faced with something like this.

"Damn it! What on earth is going on?"

The howl of the evil spirit echoed, and not only did its wounds fail to heal, the unknown toxins continued to spread, damaging its body structure.