Demon Slayer: I am a Demon

Chapter 102 The Fierce-Looking Midouzi is Too Lame (1/4)

"Are you... really a ghost?"

Midouzi clenched her little fists and mustered her courage.

But when the ghost looked over, the courage that had just been mustered deflated like a fully inflated balloon.

Su Mu smiled as he looked at Ni Douzi, who had her head down and looked like she was easy to bully, and he almost couldn't resist reaching out his finger and poking her little face.

This is absolutely a fantastic experience.

It's soft and has a wonderful feel.

Almost instinctively, Mi Douzi hugged her chest tightly, but dared not move her face, afraid of angering the ghost and bringing danger to her family, while a ghost poked her face with its finger.

Actually, the force of a finger poking the face isn't very strong, but when someone poks your face, especially a ghost, you always feel like the other person is going to tear your face apart and swallow it whole. Aren't all ghosts this terrifying?

Thinking about all this, Midouzi trembled all over, and her eyes welled up with tears.

"So...afraid of ghosts?"

Su Mu chuckled, withdrew his finger, and looked at the small bowl in front of Mi Douzi: "Let's eat."

Midouzi's delicate body almost tensed up, and she almost closed her eyes to wait for the ghost to say the next word, but after a while, nothing happened, so she secretly looked at the ghost again.

The demon seemed completely oblivious to her, serving food to Kanao with a gentle demeanor, unlike the terrifying appearance one would expect from a demon.

It was completely different from what I had seen that night.

That day, the other party gave her a terrifying feeling, but today, they didn't seem so fierce.

Was the other person really the ghost we saw that day?

Even if it is, it's probably just one —

Aren't they ghosts that have become very gentle one by one?

After all, this demon seems to be really, really good to Kanao.

Seemingly sensing Mizuko's gaze, Kanao took a bite of meat, then raised her pinkish-purple eyes to look at Mizuko. Those beautiful eyes held a hint of smugness and boastfulness.

Midouzi immediately lowered her head, looking at the chicken leg in the small bowl in front of her. The faint aroma made her very tempted. She carefully reached out, picked up her chopsticks and took one. As soon as she made the move, she couldn't help but look up and peek in the direction of the ghost, like a cute little hamster about to steal something.

Seeing that the ghost didn't seem to care, Mi Douzi picked up the chicken leg and started eating it in small bites.

It smells so good, so good. Just one bite and you feel enveloped in a rich, blissful aroma. But after only one bite, Mi Douzi couldn't help but think how wonderful it would be if her hardworking older brother, tired mother, obedient younger brother, and lovely younger sister could also have a bite.

Suddenly, I had this extravagant thought.

While eating, Su Mu glanced at Mi Douzi, who was eating very cautiously. He gently tapped his chopsticks, and Mi Douzi, who was just taking a bite of chicken, immediately straightened up. Because she had just swallowed the food, she was afraid to swallow, and her cheeks immediately puffed out.

"Eat it first."

Su Mu tapped his chopsticks.

It's so embarrassing to be seen in such a state by a person—no, by a ghost. I wonder what that ghost is thinking and laughing at her right now.

She immediately swallowed the chicken in small bites, her kneeling body tense, her little hands placed in front of her, looking just like a well-behaved student facing a teacher.

"Take me to see your brother later."

Su Mu said something.

"No—no."

Mi Douzi immediately shook her head: "You—if you want to eat, eat Mi Douzi, don't eat—eat my brother."

The girl's eyes also showed a look of terror, and her face turned pale.

"Who wants to eat you? Do you think your flesh is delicious?"

Su Mu leaned over and brought his breath close to Mi Douzi's fair neck. There was a very faint fragrance, not strong, but very pleasant. It was a very natural and clean scent.

Feeling both terrified and incredibly shy as a ghost sniffed her neck, Midouzi was afraid it would bite her off, but also incredibly shy—

However, the ghost was male, and she, a girl, was alone.

"It smells quite nice."

Su Mu licked his lips.

Beside her, Kanao sat up straight again, her mouth suddenly puffed out.

Seemingly sensing Kanao's change, Su Mu sat back down, looked at Mizuko whose expression had changed, and tapped the table with his chopsticks: "Don't worry, I won't hurt your brother."

Midouzi, however, was somewhat skeptical, after all—it was the words of a ghost.

"Even if you don't tell me, do you think I can't find your brother, your mother, your younger brother and sister?"

Su Mu didn't look at the beans, but instead looked out the window at the scenery.

However, even without looking at Mizuko, one could sense the girl trembling all over.

Seriously—a coward!

Midouzi knelt there, her face pale, her teeth almost clenched, looking terrified and desperate. At this moment, the girl was truly afraid.

"How is it?"

Su Mu looked at Mi Douzi, who hadn't spoken yet: "Are you telling me to find your family myself and let something unpleasant happen, or are you asking me to have a proper talk with your brother?"

"You—you—you really won't hurt my brother and my family?"

"Um.

""

Su Mu nodded, then smiled: "If I wanted to hurt your family, do you think you could do anything about it?"

The man's pearly white teeth gleamed in the sunlight, filling Midouzi with almost unbearable fear, but she also understood that what the ghost had said was true.

"I—I'll take you there, but—please, please, don't hurt my brother, my family."

The girl clasped her hands together, almost pleading, her eyes, beneath her long eyelashes, were misty and hazy.

Su Mu tapped his chopsticks on the table, then looked at Mi Douzi's pretty face. Even though she was dressed simply and without any makeup, her cuteness mixed with beauty was really attractive.

"Of course, if you can please me, I'll definitely treat your family better."

He was joking.

But Nidouzi clearly took it seriously, and almost immediately thought about how to please a ghost.

But how do you make a ghost happy?

The ghost before them didn't seem to have any intention of eating people. If it didn't eat people, how could it please them?

Almost instantly, Midouzi thought of those scantily clad women on the red-light district who were soliciting customers. But how could she possibly do something like that?

"Let's eat first."

Su Mu tapped the table again, looking at Mi Douzi who seemed to be seriously considering how to please him, and couldn't help but add, "I'm not—you think I'm that bad."

At this moment, Midouzi had no desire to eat, but under the watchful eye of the ghost, he dared not be negligent and immediately lowered his head to begin eating in small bites.

Although it's possible that in order to please the ghost, things might happen that make her feel like she'd rather be dead.

But at least for now—at least for now—my family won't get hurt, at least—

At least—at least the food was delicious.

Perhaps it was a sudden decision that led to the greatest sacrifice of her life. The girl raised her head, intending to glare fiercely at the ghost—but when the ghost looked at her, she immediately lowered her head, mustered her courage, and took a vicious bite of the chicken leg.

It's as if this bitten chicken leg was killed by some ghost.

But this appearance didn't give people any sense of threat.

That's really lame.