I'm a magnetic field madman

Isn't there anything that can delay this monster even by a second?

While anxious, frustrated, and praying, Gyutaro slowly recovers from his injuries when a group of unexpected "friendly forces" appear...

A group of government officials, or rather police officers, surrounded Bai Wujie, who was walking slowly down the other side of Yoshiwara Street.

"Surrender! Hands up!"

"Damn murderer, surround him now!"

Facing the angry crowd that surrounded him, Bai Wujie tilted his head slightly and grinned...

Look, the corpse is talking...

21. Siblings die together

The younger one got beaten up, and then the older one showed up. This isn't something to complain about.

Because that's often how things are in the world: when you bully something relatively weak in a group, it's only natural to suffer retaliation from something stronger in that group.

"Right there, don't even think about running!!"

"That damned murderer, he's authorized to be shot on the spot!!"

Just as Bai Wujie was walking step by step toward Gyutaro, a group of men wearing black hats and calling themselves policemen appeared in front of him.

Bai Wujie's pace showed no sign of slowing down, because he didn't see anyone he needed to care about, only a group of pointless roadblocks blocking his way.

Just then, a beautiful black-haired woman dressed in simple clothes suddenly rushed over from the side, stopped Bai Wujie, and knelt down to plead...

"Please, have mercy and let them go!"

Bai Wujie tilted his head. The female ninja in front of him seemed to be the wife of Uzui Tengen, and her name seemed to be Hinatsuru.

"It seems they want to kill me now," Bai Wujie said with a smile.

“I’m a very reasonable person. If they’re not in my way, I’ll pretend they don’t exist… If they are in my way and want to kill me, I’ll clear the way.”

Just as Bai Wujie himself said, he considered himself a very reasonable person.

You see, he even explains to people what he wants to do.

Of course, it could also be because he was in a good mood tonight.

The fledgling crane gritted its teeth, watching the police officers jogging towards it from the other end of the street, and urgently said to Bai Wujie…

"We will handle these matters. My lord will help you resolve the issue of being wanted. You only need to temporarily avoid confrontation..."

Bai Wujie smiled and ignored her, continuing to walk forward.

Why did he back down? Was he on the side without reason?

Is he the weaker party?

Since neither of these apply, why should he accommodate a group of people who are both unreasonable and extremely weak?

Is it because "life is priceless"? Is it because these police officers also have families waiting for them?

What a ridiculous reason!

Who the hell has the right to define whether life has a price or is priceless?

Besides, why should Bai Wujie care about their families?

Bai Wujie continued forward without slowing down, and at that moment, the police who had rushed over had already surrounded him.

"Hands up, quick!!"

The police shouted loudly, but it couldn't slow down the vicious criminal's advance in the slightest, so the officers naturally opened fire...

The outdated Mauser G98 rifle, with a series of bullets exploding like popping beans, struck Bai Wujie.

To be more precise, the bullets didn't even get close to his body before being easily deflected by the force of the electric current.

Bai Wujie didn't even glance at them; he simply walked past...

The electric field around him acted like a paper shredder, instantly turning everyone within a 15-meter radius into charred remains.

Painful screams filled the air, and the fragile flesh and blood were easily carbonized and shattered under the rampant electric current.

"Ouch!! That hurts so much!!"

"Help! Help! Ah!!"

This doesn't even qualify as torture; it's like an elephant walking over an anthill—just a simple walk.

"Run! Run!!"

Some police officers screamed and turned to leave, and Bai Wujie did not try to stop them from escaping.

Just like he said, he's a very reasonable person. If roadblocks in his way roll away on their own, he won't be so bored as to chase after them and deal with them.

Meanwhile, the young crane in the distance looked at the charred corpses scattered on the ground, its face turned pale, and its whole body trembled.

Angry? No, at this moment there is only intense fear, a deep dread of Bai Wujie... of this man who is more terrifying than a ghost!

"I thought you would take advantage of the chaos to escape."

Bai Wujie then walked up to Gyutaro, who, having recovered about half of his injuries, managed to straighten up and grinned...

"Escape? What's the use? Will you let me go?"

"Maybe," Bai Wujie said with a smile.

"Maybe if you tell me a story that makes me happy, I'll let you go. Like, tell me how you became a ghost, okay? After all, with your ugly appearance, you're not even in a position to fight others. You'd be worse off than dead."

"Even if the hope is slim, maybe your story will move me and I will let you go. Just like I really appreciate your deep sibling bond, I gave you so much time, and even let you give one of your eyes to your sister."

The term "white limit" refers to Gyutaro's left eye, an eye that has never been opened, simply because he "gave" it to his sister, Daki.

He only hoped that Daki could run as far away as possible, so far that she would never come back!

As for the fact that losing an eye greatly reduces combat effectiveness?

Facing Bai Wujie, this matter itself is meaningless.

Having already proven himself utterly powerless in the all-out battle, what difference does losing an eye make?

"The story... I don't remember it anymore," Gyutaro said in a hoarse voice.

Although he could easily make up a story to fool Bai Wujie... he just wasn't good at that kind of thing. Besides, he didn't want to anger the capricious person in front of him by deceiving him.

A person who is purer than a demon cannot be viewed from the perspective of an ordinary person. Gyutaro understands that whether Daki can escape depends entirely on Shiro Mukai's thoughts.

"It's okay, let me help you."

Bai Wujie slowly reached out and grabbed Gyutaro's head. As the arc of electricity flashed in his palm, Gyutaro let out an extremely sharp scream!

"Ahhh!"

The reason these demons lose their memories when they become demons is entirely due to Muzan Kibutsuji's own manipulation.

By flooding the synapses of neurons in the brain with the massive amount of information generated during cell mutations, long-term memories stored near the hippocampus are targeted and blocked, preventing brain cells that record past memories from functioning properly.

Bai Wujie himself had used such tricks many times with a playful attitude... Although the power of electric current would burn some brain cells, since he was a ghost, he was not afraid of such damage.

When Bai Wujie released his grip, the kneeling Gyutaro wailed in agony... until his charred head was restored, he stood up again.

But in those eyes was confusion, and even deeper, hatred.

"Ha, now your eyes look more energetic!" Bai Wujie laughed.

"Come on, tell me your tragic story, how about it cheer me up?"

Does the suffering of others bring you so much pleasure?

Gyutaro said in a hoarse, hateful tone

"A wise man whose name I can't recall once said that the core of comedy is tragedy, and the source of jokes is suffering... So, tasting the tragic stories of others is equivalent to tasting the finest jokes, which seems to make sense," Bai Wujie laughed.

"Of course, more importantly, you should not let your ability to empathize influence you to feel the same way. I am not someone who is completely incapable of empathy."

"You've been wreaking havoc on humanity for centuries, why should I sympathize with you? I don't even feel sorry for the victims you've eaten, why would I sympathize with you?"

"Even compared to Lord Muzan, you're more like a demon." Gyutaro chuckled self-deprecatingly.

Then, he slowly began to tell his story.

A child born in the red-light district, the son of a woman with syphilis, is born deformed and horrific, suffering contempt and bullying in this appearance-obsessed red-light district.

He stopped feeling sorry for himself and inferior after his mother gave birth to her second child, a beautiful little sister.

He was proud of his sister's beauty and went to great lengths to ensure that she and he could survive in this world. He began to stand tall and face the world with an ugly demeanor, becoming a hateful debt collector.

My biggest dream for the rest of my life is simply to help my younger sister marry well and escape this horrific hell...

But one day, when he returned from collecting a debt, he found his sister tied to a pillar and burned alive.

Just because he taught his sister that to survive, she had to "hurt others before she was hurt"... So his sister blinded a samurai who tried to assault her, and she was then tied up and burned alive by that samurai.

The samurai even tried to kill him, but he was enraged and killed him in return, along with the wicked landlady who was his accomplice.

Then, carrying his sister on his back, he walked futilely across the snow, pleading for help, but no one could help him, there was no one at all.

Until a ghost reached out to him, he became a ghost as well.

"I hate them! I hate everyone who doesn't help us! I hate those samurai! I hate those nobles! I hate everyone who makes us happy!" Gyutaro growled in a low, venomous voice.

"Give me another chance, ten times, or even a hundred times, and I'll still become a ghost! If you don't want your things taken from you, you have to take theirs from you first!"

"Well said!" Bai Wujie clapped his hands with a smile.

"Your story is very enjoyable for me, but I feel you didn't go far enough. If it were me, the samurai and the landlady's family, everyone in the parade, and their families would all be dead."

"I don't hate other people's happiness, but I'm just someone who doesn't like to suffer in silence. Destroy what makes me unhappy, kill who makes me sad, repay evil with kindness? What a load of bull! Narrow-minded? Yeah, right, because I'm someone who doesn't like to put up with things, hahaha!"

Gyutaro stared at this man, who was more extreme than the devil, and suddenly burst into wild laughter...

"Hehehe! It's great that you're the one who killed me! Because if a devil like you were to remain in the world, many more people would surely lose their happiness!"

"I can't guarantee it, but I'm sure there will always be some clueless guys who like to get in my way."

Bai Wujie grabbed Gyutaro's head and was about to strike when three sharp ribbons suddenly pierced from the side!

An invisible electric current tore the iron-hard ribbon to shreds, and when Daki returned, panting heavily, she was found in a pitiful state, missing limbs...

It seems that even if Gyutaro gave her an eye, this dim-witted child is still no match for Uzui Tengen.

"Xiaomei, what are you doing? Why didn't you run away?!" Gyutaro shouted excitedly.

"We can't escape, brother, we can't get away anymore." Daki... no, Mei looked at her brother sadly and whispered...

"Since she's going to die eventually, Xiaomei wants to die by her brother's side..."

"Ah, what a touching brother-sister relationship! But seeing how miserable you look, I have a rather strange guess."

Bai Wujie looked at the brother and sister and suddenly laughed...

"You have ten seconds to catch up one last time. Now the countdown begins."

Gyutaro cast a grateful glance at Shiro Mukai, then hugged his sister tightly and whispered...

"Don't be afraid, Xiaomei, your brother will be with you, no matter where we are..."

hum...

A dazzling electric current flashed, and Gyutaro's head was instantly blasted to pieces. The power to shatter every cell and tissue was enough to kill them even without ultraviolet light.

The moment Gyutaro lost consciousness, Daki also shattered and disappeared.

"Ha, so that's how it is?"

Bai Wujie raised an eyebrow in surprise.

22. The Death of the Third Upper Moon

In fact, there was never such a demon as Daki in the first place.

Or rather, from the moment he was turned into a demon, there was only one demon, Gyutaro.

In Gyutaro's memory, his sister was tied to a pillar and burned for several hours, her skin charred black... Such injuries to a 13-year-old child are basically impossible to save.

In fact, she was already dead.

When they became demons, only Gyutaro received Muzan's demon blood... After all, no matter how magical demon cells are, they don't have the ability to bring the dead back to life.