Who are you calling a stable boy?!

To use a metaphor, it's like someone who's half-asleep and tries to force themselves to talk to someone.

"I... escaped..."

"Correct."

"Ha, ha...Am I...am I going to...die...?"

"...You're just tired. Running for your life must be tiring. Go to sleep. When you wake up, you'll be in a safe place."

"Really...really..."

The young man's eyelids and lips seemed to be getting heavier and heavier.

He sank until he could no longer open his eyes, until he could no longer make a sound.

As he sank to the very end, his eyes closed, and he could only manage to move his lips slightly, as if he were saying something silently before falling completely silent.

Zheng Jing wiped the blood off his face with his palm.

If you ignored the shocking injuries and just looked at his face, the young man looked like he was just asleep.

He was sleeping soundly, looking as relaxed as if he were having a sweet dream.

"..."

Withdrawing his hand, Zheng Jing clasped his hands together and lowered his eyes.

"Old Zheng..."

Looking at Zheng Jing's retreating figure, Tanjiro couldn't help but call out to him softly.

"Charcoal Boy, ask him if this is their older brother?"

The crouching body obscured the young man's terrifying physique, revealing only his serene face. Zheng Jing, with his back to Tanjiro, spoke.

In Tanjiro's arms, the older brother, Seiichi, heard Zheng Jing's words and peeked out to look at the young man's face, trembling.

"No, no! Brother... Brother is wearing khaki clothes..."

Upon hearing this, although he felt somewhat sorry for the deceased young man, Tanjiro couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

At the same time, he realized that the ghost in the mansion might have captured more than one person.

"It seems we can't just disassemble it and put it in."

Zheng Jing muttered as he stood up.

Since the ghost has hostages, methods like setting the mansion on fire are no longer feasible.

The Slavic rescue is a joke, but actually doing it is another matter entirely.

At present, the most reliable options are to sneak into the mansion and rescue the hostages, or to kill the ghost before it can harm the hostages.

"Old Zheng, I'm entrusting these two children to your care."

Tanjiro pulled Zenitsu, who was standing frozen in place.

"Zenitsu and I will handle things inside!"

"--ha?!"

Zenitsu screamed.

"Wait, wait, wait! Shouldn't a reliable adult handle this?! Why—"

"Zhenyi."

"Alas!"

Upon seeing Tanjiro's changed expression, Zenitsu immediately stood up straight.

"Alright, Charcoal Boy, Shan-zai is right. In times like these, it's time for an adult like me to solve the problem."

Zheng Jing, who had walked over, patted Tanjiro on the shoulder.

"in addition--"

As he spoke, Zheng Jing clenched his right hand, raised only his little finger, and suddenly stabbed Tanjiro in the chest and abdomen!

"--cough!"

Caught off guard, Tanjiro was struck by this attack. His whole body tensed up, and then his knees buckled, causing him to kneel on the ground.

"I'm really in a hurry right now, and time is tight. I'm sorry."

Patting Tanjiro on the head, Zheng Jing leaped past him, using his feet to push off the outer wall of the mansion. With a swift movement, he silently jumped into the mansion from the second-floor window and disappeared without a trace.

Zenitsu watched all of this unfold, completely bewildered.

He couldn't understand why Zheng Jing would suddenly attack Tanjiro—

"Uh—hmm?"

However, before he could come to his senses and check on Tanjiro, he saw Tanjiro slowly stand up on his own.

"Tan-Tanjiro? How are you?!"

Zenitsu rushed over and reached out to support Tanjiro's shoulder and back.

"......alright."

"what?"

Zenitsu looked completely bewildered.

alright?

What's ready?

"My ribs, and my legs..."

Chapter 10: All I saw was sweat and effort

As Zheng Jing landed on the tatami mat, he stood up while observing the room.

The room was a mess, with several obvious signs of being hit hard by something, and bloodstains splattered along the tatami mats all the way to the door.

Clearly, the young man was being chased by something when he escaped to this room, and with nowhere else to go, he chose to jump out of the window.

Stepping on the still-warm bloodstains, Zheng Jing walked straight towards the door of the room.

Looking outside, there was a dimly lit corridor.

The door faces a wall, and the ends of the corridor connect to two separate paths on the left and right.

Zheng Jing stepped onto the wooden floor of the corridor, the slight creaking sound particularly clear in the quiet corridor.

The drumming seemed to have stopped?

After glancing at the two ends of the corridor, which seemed to be no different from each other, Zheng Jing decisively chose a direction and strode forward in the quiet corridor.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak—"

After walking a few steps, just as he was about to turn the corner, Zheng Jing suddenly stopped.

"Ugh, what's that smell? It's awful."

With one hand pinching his nose and the other slapping his face a few times, Zheng Jing took a step back, his face full of disgust.

"Hey, don't any of you guys take showers regularly? Even the urine of rats in a ditch doesn't smell this bad!"

"..."

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm talking to you, the one standing against the wall. You stinky bastard, if you want to admit you're going to get hit, stand still and come out."

"...Human, it seems you've been scared out of your wits."

A bulky figure slowly emerged from the corner of the corridor.

With a dark blue complexion, a single horn on its head, and a face full of fleshy muscles, it still had traces of bright red blood.

Clearly, this giant, over two meters tall, is a ghost.

"Forget it, whether it's crazy or not won't affect the taste or nutrition. One escaped, but another one came right away. I'm so lucky!"

Muttering to itself, the ghost took a step forward, its sturdy arms reaching out towards Zheng Jing.

"Hehe, this time I'm going to scoop out the meat little by little and eat it..."

Just as his large, fan-like hands were about to grab Zheng Jing, a pair of relatively slender hands grabbed his wrists from below.

The giant demon didn't care at all, just like a person catching a live octopus on a plate wouldn't care about its wildly flailing tentacles.

All he had to do was take the food off the plate, and then—

The sudden paralysis of his arms startled the ghost.

Then, he subconsciously increased the force in his arms.

"Uh?"

Looking down at his still motionless arms, he muttered something, and a look of helplessness immediately appeared on his fleshy face.

He didn't understand what was happening.

After becoming a demon, his strength, which he was proud of when he was still human, became even stronger. He could easily lift and smash even the statue of Niou, which was taller than a person, that stood at the entrance of the temple!

Even the guy who was rumored to be one of the Twelve Demon Moons couldn't defeat his divine power!

But at this moment, his divine power seemed to have suddenly vanished...

Just as the giant demon was puzzled, Zheng Jing saw the muscles on his arms bulge and his feet stomp on the ground, and he suddenly exerted his strength!

—The man-eating demon, with just this one swipe, was like a radish covered in mud in the ground, which Zheng Jing pulled up by the roots and into the air!

"Bang!!"

With a single swift movement, Zheng Jing grabbed the demon's clothes, which were covered in grease, and with a twist of his waist, slammed the stinking lump of flesh to his feet.

Stepping forward and pressing down on the back of the demon's head, Zheng Jing twisted his hands, pinning the demon's arms behind its back. The demon's eyes were half-closed, and it was muttering something under its breath.

"I'm usually willing to have some fun."

Demon Slayer is not a work that Zheng Jing would rewatch many times.

As time goes by, while he won't forget the main characters and some memorable plot points, he certainly won't remember the minor details very clearly.

For example, a young man whose name is unknown might die here.

Even if Zheng Jing randomly opened an episode of the original anime to review during the ten or so minutes before re-entering the game, he would hardly be able to focus on such trivial matters.

It's just such a trivial matter...

That's it...

In the smallest of matters, a human life.

Zheng Jing's eyes suddenly widened!

"But now, I'm really anxious."

The big ghost had no time to listen to Zheng Jing's mutterings.

Realizing something was wrong, he tried to break free from Zheng Jing's hold, but no matter how hard he tried, and the corridor he had smashed to pieces was shaking and humming, the foot on his head and the hands that were holding his arms remained motionless!

The Great Demon is indeed quite strong. If judged by the courtyard's stats, his Strength attribute would definitely be 14 points.

Unfortunately, the one stepping on his head now is Zheng Jing, who has already made his first fortune.

Zheng Jing had already cultivated the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill to the thirteenth level.

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Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill (Green)

Quality: Premium

Progress: Completed

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[Power]: Strength attribute +2 (current cap 16)

[Rigid Body]: Constitution attribute +2 (current maximum 16)

【Powerful】: When a player needs to make a strength judgment, it can be regarded as an additional +2 to the current strength attribute, up to a maximum of 16 to the current strength attribute.

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