He's in Marvel, working behind the scenes.

With a dull thud, the alloy baton successfully cracked open Zhu Shawan's skull.

However, amidst the splattering of blood, Zhu Shawan, who had been knocked down by the immense force, only slumped slightly before lifting up against the police baton, revealing her face with bulging veins and a distorted expression.

"I've already said it, even if I can't unleash 99% of my power, I'm still no match for you, a mere human!" Zhu Shawan roared, waving her hand and sending Barbie flying.

"bang bang bang"

A burst of gunfire rang out.

Coulson, who had just changed his magazine, took advantage of the moment when Barbie flew out and made room to fire off the remaining magazine.

With her cells damaged by the poison of wisteria flowers, Zhu Shawan used 99% of her strength to suppress and decompose the toxins. In this state, she was unable to dodge bullets or withstand them. She was hit by bullets, and blood splattered everywhere.

However, it was only a minor cut that caused blood to splatter.

Strength may be diminished due to weakness, but physical strength does not decrease with weakness. If the cells hadn't been damaged, a mere bullet wouldn't have been able to penetrate the defenses.

The fact that it could break through the skin and penetrate into the muscle was already a sign that Zhu Shamaru was extremely weak.

"Damn humans!"

Blood trickled from the corner of Zhu Shawan's mouth as she glared fiercely at Coulson, wishing she could tear him apart alive right then and there.

Although the bullet hadn't caused her much harm, it had caused the toxins that had been suppressed and broken down to spread again, causing her immense damage and pain. She could only remain kneeling in place, intensifying the suppression and breakdown efforts.

"She is indeed at her last gasp!"

Barbie got up from the ground some distance away and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.

Her condition is very bad.

The bones in the area where she was hit were all broken, and the impact also damaged her internal organs. But compared to the physical strength that even bullets couldn't cause much damage to, the blow she endured was far from the force her body should have.

Barbie gritted her teeth, enduring the pain of broken bones and ruptured internal organs, and limped toward Zhu Shamaru, carrying her alloy baton.

Coulson was also anxiously changing the magazine.

Zhu Shamaru could only squat there, watching the enemy who was trying to kill her approach step by step, muttering words of resentment and anger.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it! Once I recover, I'll make sure you're all conscious and watch me devour you piece by piece!"

You should worry about yourself first!

Barbie dragged her heavy body and staggered to Zhu Shamaru. With her remaining strength concentrated in her right arm, she tremblingly raised the baton and then brought it down hard.

Staring at the police baton that seemed to grow larger in her eyes, Zhu Shawan's eyes widened, and she let out a furious roar of resentment.

But after the previous blows to the head and the shooting, her body was further damaged by the poison of the wisteria flower, and she was already struggling to stay crouched in place, let alone dodge.

In this state, if the head is hit again with a heavy blow, it could really kill the person.

Coulson changed the magazine and aimed the gun.

Just then, Barbie delivered the final blow to Shusamaru, and he swallowed hard, watching intently with a tense expression.

"boom!"

At the last moment, a dark shadow flew in and knocked Barbie away along with it.

Coulson was startled and looked in the direction from which the shadow had flown. He saw Yahaba, tattered and covered in blood, pointing her palm at him with a furious expression.

Chapter 71 The Enchanting Incense in Daylight

Did Yushiro fail?

Coulson was startled and looked in the direction Barbie had flown out—on the other side of the house, Barbie and Yushiro's bodies were piled up together, lying under the rubble of the broken wall.

"Go to hell!"

Yahaba roared, and as the eye in her palm closed, a crimson arrow shot out.

With the help of the talisman, Coulson could see it clearly.

But he knew he was just an ordinary person, and with one hand missing, he had difficulty maintaining his balance, so it was impossible for him to dodge like Yushiro or Barbie.

Therefore, he did not dodge, but drew his gun and fired.

"Bang bang bang..."

The firearms, modified by S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Science Department, had a significantly increased rate of fire, allowing Coulson to empty the expanded magazines before the Red Arrow could be fired.

But this time, the bullet was caught up by the Crimson Arrow halfway through its flight and turned to fly towards Coulson.

"Puff puff……"

Bullets struck his body, splattering blood everywhere.

Then, the Crimson Arrow pierced Coulson's chest, sending him flying and crashing into the wall at the other end of the house.

"boom!"

Coulson fell off the wall and coughed up blood.

The Crimson Arrow has no physical form, so it cannot directly cause harm. Therefore, he is not dead or unconscious. His body's self-protective mechanisms keep him conscious for the time being, hoping that he can do something to save himself.

But his body, shattered from the impact, was unable to move and could only feel his life slowly slipping away.

Yushiro struggled to his feet, his eyes fixed on Yahaba with a chilling gaze.

He was no match for Yahaba.

Even if they can become invisible and gain an advantage in close combat, they are still no match for the enemy.

His Blood Demon Art is ultimately just a support skill; it might catch someone off guard for a short time, but over time, the opponent will gradually adapt to fighting an unseen enemy, and then the situation will turn around.

However, the ghost's regenerative ability is extremely strong, and it is impossible to determine a winner in a short period of time, so he is no match for it.

"We've actually been forced to this point..."

Yahaba seemed very dissatisfied with this victory, muttering to herself in a low voice, "As one of the Twelve Demon Moons, to be forced to this extent by a demon from who-knows-where and two ordinary humans, if that person finds out, he will definitely be angry."

"Therefore, we must bring back the escapee's head; only in this way can we appease that lord's anger!"

Zhu Shawan groaned.

"That's right!"

As the two ghosts spoke, they turned their gaze toward the operating room door—where a gentle woman stood quietly, dressed in a kimono adorned with colorful leaves and flowers.

Despite this absolutely unfavorable situation, Tamayo remained calm and elegant, seemingly not worried at all.

"The two from the Twelve Demon Months..."

Tamayo looked at Yahaba and Suzamaru and said calmly, "Let me ask you something: do you know Muzan's true identity?"

"Ah... what are you trying to say!?"

Yahaba and Suzamaru were taken aback, their expressions turning somewhat flustered.

"That man... is just a coward, always afraid of something."

"Shut up! Shut up right now!"

The two demons panicked even more, and Yahaba involuntarily retreated, which aroused the curiosity of Barbie and Coulson, who were lying weakly in the ruins.

Who exactly is that Kibutsuji?

Why did just mentioning his name frighten these two vicious ghosts so much?

Do you know why ghosts can't act in groups?

Ignoring the two demons' panic, Tamayo continued, "The reason why demons kill each other... is because it's a measure to prevent demons from gathering together to attack him. You were deliberately arranged to be like that."

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up..."

Yahaba shook her head, retorting angrily, "Shut up! That person is no ordinary nobody. Lord Kibutsuji's power is beyond your imagination... he..."

The conversation abruptly ended.

The elegant woman raised her left arm, and on her fair, white arm, which was covered by her sleeve, flowed crimson blood, exuding an unusual fragrance.

—Bewitching Blood: The Fragrance of the Day.

It can impair brain function in those who inhale it, making them unable to lie or keep secrets.

To put it bluntly, it's about lowering intelligence.

This is Tamayo's Blood Demon Art.

"You said his name! The curse is about to take effect!"

Zhu Shi remained expressionless and spoke indifferently, as if nothing could affect her emotions.

"Yabayu..."

Zhu Shawan looked at her companion with a terrified expression, her whole body trembling, and her voice trembling.

Yahaba's face turned deathly pale.

The next second, he turned and ran outside, raising his hands high as he ran and shouting to the sky, "Please forgive me! Please forgive me! Please forgive me! Please, please forgive me!"

His steps gradually slowed, and finally he collapsed to his knees in agony.

Yahaba's skin appeared congested and stagnant, as if someone was constantly inflating him, and his skin color was getting darker and darker.

Something seemed to be gestating within her, about to be born.

Gradually, gradually...

"Puff puff puff puff..."

Several large, rough-skinned arms covered in scars burst out of his body, grabbing his head and limbs and squeezing them hard!

"Snapped!"

Like a watermelon bursting open, his entire body instantly turned into a puddle of minced meat. His regenerative ability, capable of rapidly healing even after his head was severed, seemed to have vanished without a trace.

Upon seeing this, Coulson and Barbie, who had been in a daze, instantly snapped back to reality, dumbfounded.

This is so damn cute!

A hint of reluctance flashed in Tamayo's eyes, and she couldn't help but sigh softly.

Yushiro glanced at Yahaba's corpse with pity, then fixed his gaze on the stunned Suzamaru, analyzing, "Because most of his energy was focused on breaking down the toxins, his brain function declined, leaving him no time to notice anything else, which is why he escaped unscathed..."