I'm a magnetic field madman

If they draw their swords on the people in front of them, they will surely die!

"Take this stubborn brat with you. He might survive if he's lucky," Bai Wujie said lazily, waving his hand.

"Of course, if you're unlucky, you'll die."

Zenitsu, still excited, wanted to say something, but Inosuke had already picked up the unconscious Tanjiro and dragged Zenitsu away.

His intuition told him that every second they stayed put would increase their chances of dying infinitely.

Bai Wujie watched the departing figure and a playful smile appeared on his face...

The only reason Bai Wujie was so friendly to this "stubborn boy" was simply because he sensed that kind of "talent" in him.

That kind of "talent" that can awaken the power of electric current propulsion, or even the rotation of magnetic fields.

Bai Wujie didn't know if his arrival had caused this result... but it didn't matter. He activated the bioelectric current in Tanjiro's body. As long as he could survive, he would be able to awaken this power.

Perhaps Bai Wujie did this as a preparation.

If he can't leave this world even after defeating Muzan Kibutsuji... perhaps he'll have to find something interesting to do.

A boring world full of weaklings couldn't make Bai Wujie happy, so he would try to create some fun for himself if he could.

However, it's time to cut off some of our limbs.

18. Framing me? Yes, I did it.

Yoshiwara

Japan's premier brothel district, established in 1617 during the Edo period, was an officially recognized "legal brothel" from the very beginning... making it the only brothel district in the true sense to have received legal certification from the Edo period.

Now, Yoshiwara, rebuilt near Asakusa, has gained a better geographical advantage, being close to Edo, which gradually prospered in the past...

Yoshiwara, now the de facto capital of Japan, has achieved the same prosperity due to its thriving urban development.

However elegantly and refinedly it may be described, Yoshiwara is still Yoshiwara, a place that harbors filth and corruption.

The buying and selling of people, which has continued from the Edo period to the present day, is an open business in Yoshiwara...

Even if the government now explicitly prohibits such things from happening, it cannot stop everything here.

Several large shops on this red-light district were frequent customers of human traffickers, who were brought from impoverished families...

They would sell the girls, train them to be prostitutes, or use them directly as laborers.

Some even went so far as to collude with loan sharks to bankrupt respectable families and take away their beautiful wives and daughters.

No matter how nicely they try to present it, this filthy place is still disgusting.

Daki disliked this filthy place at all.

Standing on the top floor of Kyogoku-ya, looking at the lights that never went out outside the window under the night sky and the sounds of prostitutes and their patrons laughing, Daki's exquisite and beautiful face was filled with only deep disgust.

She hated Yoshiwara, hated everything about it.

She wished she could tear those hypocritical customers to shreds, chop up those two-faced madams and eat them, and strangle all those drug-addicted, decadent prostitutes...

In short, everything about this red-light district filled Daki with deep disgust.

But she stayed here, and for hundreds of years she stayed here.

Admittedly, part of the reason she chose to stay in Yoshiwara was because of Muzan's orders... but more likely it was their "instinct" as siblings.

They loathed this land so much, but after becoming ghosts, a strange feeling made them choose to stay.

They thus became ghosts bound to this despised land, the place they both knew and loathed being both their hiding place and their hunting den.

Daki couldn't quite articulate what those thoughts were, but that's how she found herself bound to this place.

But over time, Daki stopped caring about the unpleasant aspects of the place.

Perhaps it was in such a filthy place that Daki felt no strange psychological burden about eating people.

If humans are so filthy and ugly, isn't it only natural for us to eat them?

But speaking of which...

Daki's fingers gently traced her soft cheek, her gaze slightly lowered.

The area below Kyogoku-ya is now unusually lively, with a large number of important figures gathering here to question and challenge.

There were colonels from the Army Command, generals from the Navy, high-ranking government officials, wealthy businessmen who spent lavishly, and even an ambassador from Germany.

These important figures rarely appear in places like this on ordinary days, but today they've all flocked to Kyogoku-ya to have some fun.

The proprietress, Mitsu, who always stared at Daki's retreating figure with a scrutinizing gaze, was now beaming from ear to ear as she served guests downstairs.

Ha, what a laughable clown.

Daki sneered. That foolish old man had no idea why these high-ranking humans would gather here.

"Your ability is surprisingly useful."

Without turning her head, Daki lazily followed Reiyoko, who was kneeling on the ground behind her, and said that all the important figures that Daki controlled through the Yoshiwara network were "brought" by Reiyoko.

Although her Blood Demon Art: Arrowhead Seed cannot achieve precise mental control, it can stimulate the body to secrete hormones and pheromones by implanting it into the body.

Then, with just a proper invitation from Daki, they will come to Kyogoku-ya.

Then, the combination of alcohol and sex, along with the control of hormone secretion by the steroids, creates a physiological pleasure similar to "drug use," making them even more unwilling to leave this "lowly" place.

I wonder when Zero learned such precise techniques... But Daki never cared about such things. How could a proud Upper Moon demon care about a lowly Lower Moon demon?

"Compared to Lady Daki's beauty, it's nothing."

Ling Yuzi said with utmost respect.

"Well said, my beauty is my strongest weapon." Daki looked at herself in the mirror, a charming smile on her face, then glanced at Reiko with disdain...

"You may have a nice face, but your behavior is too rude."

"Beautiful things have the right to do whatever they want, while ugly things deserve to die."

In Daki's eyes, these high-ranking and arrogant humans were all ugly things.

They deserve to die, but not now.

During this time, Daki has influenced these people to complete the task entrusted to them by Lord Muzan, turning that person named Bai Wujie into a top criminal wanted nationwide.

Murder, rape, arson, robbery, and the accusations of being a defiled princess were like a child's endless accusations, relentlessly pinned on him.

And more importantly—

He was a Qing dynasty person.

Although judging whether someone is from the Qing Dynasty based solely on the name Bai Wujie is rather arbitrary, Duoji is quite willing to do so.

The neon lights of this era held a condescending attitude towards the Qing Dynasty, along with a strong sense of rejection and discrimination.

They were already defeated enemies, and at the same time, the Western world's stigmatizing propaganda about "Fu Manchu" also made these Japanese people hate the Qing people.

"Because of you trash, we noble Japanese are now despised by the Western world!"

Discrimination, hostility, hatred—these things are so inexplicable. This is true of nations that were once servants but later rebelled.

Daki herself didn't have such indifferent feelings, because she was a demon, not a human, and national stances were utterly ridiculous to her.

But that doesn't stop Daki from using these things.

"Hmph, anyone who dares to oppose Lord Muzan deserves to die." Daki stroked her cheek and snorted softly...

Those high-ranking officials and nobles who remained here were, in a sense, also "hostages" left behind by Daki...

Regardless of whether the Demon Slayer Corps and Bai Wujie come or not, we can kill them at the right time and frame Bai Wujie.

In short, she's determined to pin this blame on her!

Ling Yuzi, kneeling on the ground with her head bowed, remained silent, but on her face, which she tried so hard to conceal, was a twisted and strange smile.

Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out downstairs.

Daki frowned slightly, then her eyes narrowed slightly.

A barely perceptible glint of appetite flickered in her bloodshot eyes… and her sense of smell wouldn’t lie; the distinctly sweet, metallic scent of blood filled her nostrils…

Yes, incredibly fresh flesh and blood.

"Lord Sai, please enjoy our girls here..."

"Manager Kurofuji, oh my, we have everything you could want here."

"Mr. Christensen, you'd love some neon-themed fun, right? We'll make it happen for you right away!"

Mitsu, the proprietress of Kyogoku-ya, emerged from the room with a beaming smile... Although she was covered in sweat, she was incredibly happy.

The people in this room are all important figures whom we used to never even get a chance to meet.

And now, they have all become guests of Kyogoku-ya... Even if they only come once and never come back, Kyogoku-ya can still use this as a brand to make a good name for themselves.

They're determined to be the best brothel in Yoshiwara!

"We have to thank Princess Warabi for all of this," the shopkeeper next to him said excitedly.

"Hmph, I wonder where that woman got all these connections." The proprietress, Mitsu, snorted lightly, but that was all she said.

Although he was very dissatisfied with the fact that Warabihime had been bullying and driving many children in the shop to commit suicide, he even wanted to confront her.

But now, looking at the customers brought by her connections, Mitsu immediately put his own thoughts to the back of his mind.

Not only that, she'll have to treat her with great care from now on!

As for those children who committed suicide? You can only say they were unlucky, but that's the world. Cannibalism is the norm.

With this thought in mind, the proprietress, Mitsu, prepared to leave, but a figure blocked her way...

"You're the proprietress here, right?"

The one who spoke in a flat voice was a boy who looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old. He had a sturdy body, wore strange but very trendy black clothes, had strange white hair and silver-blue eyes, but he did not look like a poor person.

"Yes, how can I help you, sir?"

"I made my request half an hour ago," Bai Wujie said calmly.

"The best food, the finest wine, but I'm not satisfied with any of what you've served. So I'll ask for your most beautiful courtesan, but you haven't satisfied me with any of them."

The arrogant request, demanding that the courtesan accompany him right off the bat, greatly displeased the proprietress, Mitsu.

Although she felt uncomfortable, she still wore a smile on her face and said...

"I'm sorry. Our courtesan has a guest tonight, and she is unable to accompany him..."

"Oh, so it was these noisy people who stole my reservation for the courtesan, wasn't it?"

Bai Wujie then looked at the door next to Sanjin and asked softly...

Before Mitsu could speak, Bai Wujie kicked the door open. Amidst the swirling mist and the strong smell of smoke and alcohol, pairs of eyes immediately turned towards them…

"Oh, sir! I'm so sorry, so sorry!!"

The proprietress, Mitsu, was already half-dead with fright when suddenly a man named Sai, an army colonel, widened his eyes, pointed at Bai Wujie, and shouted loudly...

"It's him, the wanted criminal whom the military specifically ordered to be arrested!"

Upon hearing this, Bai Wujie revealed a playful expression, but soon several pistols were pointed at him, and the man named Zuo Jing grinned maliciously with a red neck...

"Behave yourself, ZN pig, or I'll make you..."

"To be honest, I don't know what you mean by calling me that," Bai Wujie interrupted him calmly.

"But all I know is that you're trying to humiliate me."

Bai Wujie didn't understand the meaning of that title. In fact, he wasn't from this world, let alone have any national or other stance...

He didn't care at all about the "Qing Dynasty" identity that those ghosts had put on his head.

But all he knew was that the other person was humiliating him, and that was enough for him.

Don't misunderstand, Bai Wujie is definitely not the petty person who would get angry over such a lowly insult.

It's beneath you to get angry over an ant.

But he never hesitated to give appropriate judgment to those who humiliated him.

The next moment, Bai Wujie moved. His figure disappeared from everyone's sight in an instant and then appeared in front of the guy named Zuo Jing.

His hand pierced straight into his mouth, and the next moment, with Bai Wujie's voice, an extremely terrifying scene unfolded!