Demon Slayer: I am a Demon

Chapter 104 My Unauthorized Visit Startled the Madam (4/4 (Two-in-One))

Along the way, with indescribable feelings, Midouzi carried and hugged a large bag of things as she walked towards home.

The thought that the evil spirit had brought so many things to her door just for her made Nene feel like the sky was falling.

If I don't agree —

How could he dare refuse? After all, what if this ghost got angry?

But if I agree, does that mean I have to become a ghost's wife?

If I were to become a ghost's wife, what if we had children together later?

Is that child a ghost child?

Suddenly, I felt like my head was about to explode, my face turned red, and I couldn't help but turn around and glance at the ghost.

Actually, the ghost's appearance was alright. It was much taller and stronger than the people here, and it had a special, indescribable quality. If it weren't a ghost, it wouldn't be so hard to accept.

But—it's a ghost!

Su Mu had no idea that Ni Douzi was thinking so much, and even more so, that his thoughts were getting increasingly distorted. For him, bringing some things over was just a convenient thing to do.

While holding Kanao's hand, they chatted and occasionally glanced around.

The further they followed Midouzi, the worse the surrounding situation became.

The houses were increasingly dilapidated, the air was thick with a stench, and there was excrement everywhere along the roadside. Sewage that had been splattered on the ground emitted a pungent smell.

There were some children around, most of them quite thin, and they seemed to be living in poverty. There were also some adults in the houses, but most of them were just as thin. Many of them looked at him, this outsider, with unfriendly eyes, and some even had very obvious malice and greed.

As I passed a house, I heard a mixture of male and female voices coming from inside. Then, I saw several men sitting on chairs outside the house, seemingly waiting.

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As they passed by, the men sitting on the chairs couldn't help but turn their gazes to Midouzi. Two of them even unconsciously licked their lips, their eyes filled with greed.

Some people would glance at Kanao, but when she looked at him, they would wisely look away.

He squinted at the group of people, then glanced at the house. Soon, a man pulling up his trousers came out of the room.

"Next."

Soon a woman, with most of her body exposed, came out and called out. Then, a man sitting in a chair immediately walked in excitedly.

Seeing this, Su Mu roughly knew what this place was for, and hurriedly pulled Kanao aside.

Kanao glanced at her uncle, then looked into the house. Soon, she heard the voices of a man and a woman again. It was strange; she didn't know what they were doing, but it seemed to be quite intense.

Upon hearing the sound, Midouzi's body tensed up almost immediately. Although she was tired from carrying and holding some things, she still sped up.

Su Mu also tapped Kanao's head, telling her not to look in that direction.

"Uncle, what's that over there?"

Even after turning around, Kanao was still somewhat curious.

Su Mu had no intention of explaining these things to Kanao; he simply tapped Kanao on the head and said, "Don't ask."

"oh!"

While following behind Mizuko, Su Mu kept an eye on his surroundings. This was clearly a poor neighborhood in the town, completely different from where he and Kanao lived.

The situation here doesn't look too good at all.

The people living here are mostly a mixed bag.

Through these observations, we can roughly guess that the life of the Nezuko family is probably more difficult than we imagine.

This gave Su Mu a clear understanding of the situation.

Following behind Midouzi, they soon arrived at a dilapidated thatched hut. Compared to the other houses, this one had clearly been repaired.

However, at the entrance, several menacing-looking people were talking to a woman wearing a white headscarf and a purple and white kimono. One of them even lewdly approached and pulled at the woman, scaring her into hastily retreating, her face pale.

Su Mu also recognized the woman as Zao Men Kui Zhi.

But immediately, a child ran out from behind, carrying an axe, seemingly about to attack.

"Takeo, let's go back."

Kamado Aoi quickly grabbed her son. There were several adults on the other side, and Takeo, a child, was at a great disadvantage.

"So, have you thought it through? You need to understand, you're just a woman, can you support this whole family of children? If you follow our boss, I guarantee you'll have your share of benefits, at least—"

The leader paid no attention to Kamado Takeo, who was carrying an axe. He stared at Kamado Hime with ill intent. Although the woman was dressed conservatively, it was still clear that she had a great figure and a beautiful face. The more he looked at her, the more his heart burned. After the boss took the woman back, he might be able to have a taste of her soup.

"You—you all get out of here!"

Mi Douzi was terrified and rushed over, leaving the bags and packages in her hands at the door, and stood guard beside her mother like a tigress.

"Oh, another little beauty."

When the man saw Mi Douzi, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but reach out to touch Mi Douzi's pretty and cute face.

"choke!"

A flash of light, and a man's arm flew out, splattering blood onto Mi Douzi's fair face. Then the man collapsed to the ground, howling in pain.

The sudden slash startled the man's companions, who also noticed the man who had walked over and had already sheathed his knife.

He was very tall, his clothes were very clean, the fabric of his clothes looked expensive, and his face was very handsome. Even though he had just cut off someone's arm with a knife, he didn't blink once.

This situation prompted a burly-looking man who had been following behind the group to approach.

"I am Hasegawa Tomo, the second-in-command of the Jinji Clan, in charge of this area. Sir, haven't you gone a bit too far? You cut off one of my brothers' arms for no reason—"

Hasegawa Satoshi had a gloomy face.

Su Mu merely glanced up, and then drew his sword without hesitation.

The knife landed almost instantly in front of Hasegawa Satoshi's forehead. The chill emanating from the sharp blade made Hasegawa Satoshi's face turn pale in an instant.

Moreover, he didn't even see when the other party drew their knife.

"roll."

He simply said one sentence calmly.

Feeling the chill of the blade, Hasegawa Satoshi had almost no doubt that if he stayed any longer, his opponent would almost certainly cleave him in two without hesitation.

Fear filled his heart. He couldn't understand why this person was so reckless, but the feeling of death was real. He dared not hesitate and, almost turning pale, he called to his men to flee in a panic.

Watching the group leave, Su Mu sheathed his blood-stained knife. If he hadn't wanted to stay in the town with Kanao for a while longer and avoid too much trouble, he would have taken her life with a single blow instead of simply severing her arm.

After all, ghosts are different from humans. Killing someone in broad daylight would easily attract the attention of local officials. He wasn't afraid, but it would still be troublesome.

However, judging from the other party's unwillingness, they seemed to be a troublemaker as well. Since it was already evening, it would be better to deal with them directly.

Is it a ghost anyway?

Why mess with a ghost? It's like they're asking for trouble.

At that moment, blood splattered all over Mizuko's face, and she saw an arm being severed in front of her. The cruel sight made Mizuko's face turn pale instantly.

Just now, I realized that this ghost was actually quite gentle. But then I suddenly saw the cruel side of the ghost again, and thinking back to how terrifying the ghost looked that night, my legs suddenly went weak.

Kamado Aoi helped her daughter up, her heart trembling slightly, but she knew this man was trying to help her family. She stepped forward, placed her small hand on her abdomen, and bowed respectfully: "Thank you—thank you for your help, sir. It seems you came with Mizuko—"

"Mrs. Kuizhi, we meet again."

Before Kamado Aoi could finish speaking, a gentle male voice rang out, interrupting her.

Kamado Aoi was somewhat puzzled. Did she know the other person? After all, the other person's clothes were of high quality, and he seemed to be a nobleman.

She couldn't help but look up, and just then the other person turned around, allowing Kamado Aoi to see the man's face.

How could Kamado Aoi forget this demon? Her face turned deathly pale, and she staggered backward, clutching the peas: "Demon—demonding—!"

They let out a terrified scream.

Even though Kamado Takeo had just picked up an axe and seemed very brave, he almost fell to the ground with a thud. He had the courage to pick up an axe when dealing with humans, but when it came to dealing with demons, he didn't even have the courage to lift the axe.

"I apologize for my intrusion and for causing you any distress, Madam."

Su Mu smiled gently in the sunlight.

But that gentle smile made Kamado Aoi's face turn deathly pale, and her voice almost lost its murmur:

'

You—you—you—you—”

For a moment, he couldn't even finish a sentence.

Su Mu couldn't help but look at Mi Douzi. At this moment, Mi Douzi had recovered quite a bit. Apart from being frightened when her arm was cut off in front of her, she was no longer as scared as her mother.

Moreover, since they believed they knew the ghost's purpose, they didn't think the ghost would harm their family.

Moreover, aside from the cold side that the ghost just showed, he was actually quite gentle throughout the journey.

Although, the other person's gentleness seemed to be directed only at the girl next to him.

But what if the other person is kind to you a little?

"Mother, don't be afraid, the adults won't hurt us."

Instead, Mi Douzi helped his mother up, comforting her while carefully watching over her.

"Explain it to your mother."

Su Mu also felt that he had frightened the family quite a bit, and thought it would be better to let Mi Douzi communicate with the family first before going in. So, he walked to the side, stopped looking at the Zao Men family, and let them explain themselves.

Kanao stood naturally beside her uncle, tilting her head as she looked at the frightened crowd. She couldn't understand why these people were afraid of her uncle, who was such a good person.

Mizuko thought she understood what the demon meant. She clenched her little hands in a struggle, and her delicate face was slightly flushed. She pulled her mother aside and said something. Soon after, Kamado Aoi hugged Mizuko and started crying.

Then she cried louder and louder.

Su Mu stood to the side, feeling somewhat bewildered.

Something seems to be getting increasingly wrong.

Although it's normal for a ghost to be feared, the current situation makes it seem like I'm about to do something heinous.

No one knows what Mizuko said, but after a while, Kamado Aoi came over with her eyes almost red from crying. You could clearly see that her cheeks were swollen, and Mizuko next to her kept her head down the whole time.

"Neidouzi must have told you, right?"

He looked at the sunflower branch by the stove and spoke gently.

Kamado Aoi couldn't hold back her tears any longer. She hugged her daughter tightly, her head bowed, her face full of sorrow: "You—you have to be nicer to Mizuko, no—don't bully her—although, although I don't know the difference between ghosts and humans—"

The girl next to him, Mi Douzi, had been keeping her head down, but this time, she secretly raised her head to look at his face. After stealing a few glances, her sadness seemed to lessen, and she seemed to have accepted something. Then, a blush appeared on her sad face again.

The more Su Mu listened, the more he felt something was wrong.

What is all this about?

I really didn't mean to do anything to Mizuko, but I couldn't help but glance at her. Although Mizuko looked sad, she was still adorable and pitiful. Coupled with her already delicate features, she was very likable.

Of course, it's not entirely unacceptable.

He shook his head, clearing the jumbled thoughts from his mind, and gave a helpless wry smile: "Mrs. Kuizhi, may I come in now?"

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