Demon Slayer: I am a Demon

Chapter 95 When I saw the ghost again, I no longer recognized it.

As the first demon, the absolute ruler of demons, and a demon who is infinitely close to a perfect being, Muzan Kibutsuji has the right to life and death over all demons.

The strength of a demon is generally related to the amount of blood it receives; the more blood it receives, the stronger it becomes.

In the early stages, all demons might be able to become stronger by devouring human flesh and blood. However, once they reach a certain level, they can no longer progress. At this point, they can only continue to grow stronger by acquiring more of the demon's blood.

This also led to almost all ghosts, while fearing him immensely, also having an infinite craving for his blood and an infinite greed for his flesh.

Almost every ghost harbors, deep down, the thought of devouring him.

As a demon capable of seeing into people's minds, Muzan Kibutsuji was always well aware of this and remained deeply vigilant.

They remained vigilant, wary of a possible betrayal by a ghost.

He also harbored resentment towards Tamayo, who had escaped his control, and continued to hunt her down.

However, Muzan was angry but could understand why Tamayo, the demon who had once been by his side, had broken free of his control and become Kibu Sen. After all, she had betrayed him when he was at his weakest.

But now, a demon has almost silently escaped his control, breaking free at the height of his power. This is something that Muzan and Kibutsuji cannot accept, no matter what.

"Which ghost is it?"

Muzan Kibutsuji has always kept a certain level of surveillance over most demons. The stronger the demons are, the stronger the surveillance becomes. However, even now, in his perception, the Twelve Demon Moons, who are most likely to break free from his control, are still firmly under his control. None of the demons with the potential to become Twelve Demon Moons have escaped his control, and some demons with decent strength are still under his control.

From this perspective, the ghosts that escaped his control must have been ghosts he created at will.

Generally, such demons are not very strong. They only have a desire for human flesh and blood in their minds and hardly any brains. They are quickly found and killed by the Demon Slayer Corps.

He usually wouldn't pay any attention to such lowly fry.

"How did such a ghost escape my control so silently?"

Kibutsuji Muzan narrowed his crimson eyes, a thoughtful look in them.

For some reason, I suddenly thought of the strange thing that happened to Akaza, the Upper Moon Three of the Twelve Demon Moons, a few months ago.

Muzan Kibutsuji has always paid the most attention to Akaza because of his great potential. However, Akaza's behavior has always been very simple; he only thinks about getting stronger.

But that day, the other person's emotions were particularly intense, and they even began to break free of his control. If he hadn't intervened in time to suppress the memories hidden deep in the other person's mind, Akaza might have really broken free of his control.

Thinking of this, Kibuki Muzan narrowed his eyes.

The mountains are lush and green, with verdant trees.

The mountains in summer are teeming with life, just like Su Mu's mood at this moment, which is extremely pleasant.

Having been a ghost for so long, I have always lived in darkness and have an almost bone-deep fear of sunlight. What was once a simple act of basking in the sunlight when I was a human has become an unattainable luxury after becoming a ghost.

Now, although he is still a ghost, he can bask in the sunlight.

Although being a creature of darkness doesn't feel good when bathed in sunlight, the inner joy he feels is something that physical sensations can't diminish.

If Muzan Kibutsuji saw him basking in the sunlight, he would probably be tempted to devour him alive.

As I was thinking about this, I saw several men dressed in Demon Slayer Corps uniforms walking towards me on the mountain path.

Upon seeing the Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen, he almost instinctively wanted to hide, but as soon as he took a step, he looked at his shadow falling in the sun.

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He suddenly laughed.

It was almost a hearty laugh.

If he can bask in the sunlight, which Demon Slayer Corps swordsman would think he is a demon?

Can ghosts bask in the sunlight?

In this world, what ghost can bask in the sunlight?

Not to mention the Twelve Demon Moons, even the progenitor of demons, Muzan Kibutsuji, cannot bask in the sunlight.

He laughed as he watched the Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen walk towards him, and Kanao, who was being carried on his back, couldn't help but hug his arm tightly.

You can feel the girl's soft, delicate body suddenly tense up, like a cat about to go into battle.

"It's fine."

He turned around and spoke softly to Kanao.

"Uncle, I'll help you chop someone up in a bit."

The girl spoke softly, her pinkish-purple eyes almost fixed on the vital parts of the approaching swordsmen—their hearts and throats—as she pondered how to kill them with a single blow.

Upon hearing this, Su Mu was both amused and exasperated. He reached out and gently tapped Kanao's head: "A girl like you, why are you always thinking about fighting and killing? You need to be gentler, otherwise, no boy will like you in the future."

Kanao blinked in confusion, then looked at the swordsman who was about to approach, still somewhat puzzled.

These people have always been very unfriendly to Uncle, and they've always threatened to kill him. If we don't kill them first, are we going to wait for them to kill Uncle? We can't let them make the first move.

Although I don't quite understand some of it, what my uncle says always makes sense.

However, Kanao remained secretly vigilant. As soon as these people made a move, she would immediately step forward to help her uncle and use a knife to cut them.

She would never let her uncle fight alone again.

Even if I can't stand in front of my uncle, I will fight alongside him.

Soon, several swordsmen dressed in Demon Slayer Corps uniforms approached. One of them stepped forward first, bowing slightly: "Hello, sir, may I bother you for a moment?"

Su Mu stopped and quietly looked at the swordsman. His hand clenched slightly, then quickly relaxed, and a hint of doubt appeared on his face: "Is there something you need?"

"It's like this, we got separated from a companion. He said he came to this mountain to pay respects to the dead these past few days, but we haven't heard from him since. I don't know if you've seen him, sir. He wasn't very tall, probably up to your chest. He was wearing the same clothes as us, had thick eyebrows, and a mole on his lip —"

As the swordsman described his companion, he looked at Su Mu with some anticipation.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see it."

Su Mu shook his head: "If I see it, I will tell you."

"Ugh!"

The swordsman sighed and bowed to Su Mu again: "I'm so sorry to have bothered you."

"It's okay."

Su Mu looked at the swordsman with a gentle smile: "Don't you think there's anything different about me?"

"Forehead----"

The swordsman looked up, somewhat puzzled, at Su Mu.

"It's just a matter of appropriately mentioning what makes me different."

He smiled gently. The swordsman found Su Mu's question strange, but since he had just asked him a question, he couldn't refuse. So he smiled and said, "Sir, you are very tall, taller than most people. You also look very strong. You have calluses on your palms. You must have practiced swordsmanship, right? Hmm, and you are very handsome too."

Su Mu shook his head, continuing to look at the swordsman gently: "That's not what I meant, is it?"

"So, what difference are you trying to make, sir?"

The swordsman looked puzzled.

"Don't you think I'm a ghost?"

He stared at the demon-slaying swordsman with a smile.

"ghost?"

Almost instinctively, the swordsman's eyes narrowed, and a dangerous aura emanated from him, but he immediately laughed, looking at the ghost bathed in sunlight and at the shadow cast by the sun, and said, "Sir, you're joking. Where in this world do ghosts exist? Or rather, have you ever seen a ghost? Could you tell us the details?"

"I've only heard people say that ghosts exist in this world."

Su Mu shook his head.

"That must be a joke; ghosts don't exist in this world."

The swordsman's hand unconsciously rested on the hilt of his sword: "Even if ghosts do exist in this world, they will be quickly eradicated. There will be people specifically protecting humans to slay all the ghosts."

The swordsman spoke with a firm tone.

"I think so too. How could there be ghosts in this world?"

Su Mu suddenly burst into laughter, laughing so hard he almost bent over.

The swordsman was baffled, and his companions were equally confused, not understanding what was wrong with him.

"We're still looking for companions, so we won't bother you any longer."

The swordsman forced a laugh and quickly left with his companions.

"Is he a madman?"

"We've walked some distance from Su Mu," a swordsman said in a low voice.

"It looks like it."

Another swordsman muttered that Su Mu was still standing in the same spot, watching the group of swordsmen leave. He picked up a flask of wine, took a big gulp, and felt the fiery taste of the wine was almost like being on fire. He watched the departing figures and laughed heartily again.

At that moment, he almost wanted to shout, "Have you ever seen a ghost bathed in sunlight?"

However, he didn't shout it out; he just laughed heartily.

Kanao tilted her head, looking at her uncle, not understanding what he was laughing at. But seeing him laughing so hard, she scratched her head and let out a cute little laugh, "Hehehe~~hehehehe~~,"