Chapter 127 Layoffs

The sound of Nakime playing the biwa made Iwakatsu feel comfortable. He looked at the scoundrel standing in front of him, who didn't seem to be in a good mood, and secretly restrained his aura.

After you've trimmed the bottom string, don't come complaining to me anymore.

"Whoosh—click."

As Nakime bounced, Iwakatsu saw five demons appear before him, four of them looking panicked, while only one appeared completely calm.

Yan Sheng took a second look. So it was the mini-boss of the next dungeon. No wonder it stood out among the group.

"Boow your heads and kneel on the ground, and bow down to me."

Her voice was clear and her tone was icy, like a biting wind blowing from a snow-capped mountain, causing the five ghosts to kneel down involuntarily.

Yan Sheng looked at the group, who were sweating profusely, and felt a little sympathy, but not much. Just as the air thick with danger, the Lower Moon Four female demon spoke.

"I'm so sorry, your appearance and scent are different from before..."

Yan Sheng remained silent. He shouldn't explain. Muzan Kibutsuji was still angry. Given Muzan's temper, he should either apologize directly or remain silent.

"Who gave you permission to speak?"

Muzan Kibutsuji's face darkened, her originally cold voice turning angry, her red vertical pupils narrowed, and she glared at the demon.

"Don't judge things from your vulgar perspective, just answer the questions I'm asking you."

Yan Sheng wasn't sure what he was doing there. He looked at Nakime sitting to the side, and when she received his gaze, she simply shook her head and remained silent.

Okay, I understand. Nakime doesn't know either.

Iwakatsu turned to look at Muzan Kibutsuji, who was still staring at the group with a gloomy expression. Iwakatsu was a little unsure about the question she asked, since the boss hadn't been replaced even after he had been missing for so long.

"Although there are only a handful of Demon Moons, it's not the end, it's just the beginning. Why is it that the Upper Moons always manage to destroy the Pillars of the Demon Slayer Corps, but what about the Lower Moons? How many cycles have passed by already?"

The more Muzan Kibutsuji spoke, the more uneasy Iwakatsu felt. He didn't seem to have killed any Pillars. Just as he was thinking that his boss had been talking too much today, a demon had unexpectedly gotten himself into trouble.

"I don't know either if you ask me about this." The sudden remark startled Iwakatsu, and Kibutsuji Muzan's previously calm aura instantly became even more dangerous.

"What kind of thing? Tell me—this is really bad, tell me!"

Yan Sheng understood. It seemed that these Lower Moons were not fully aware that he was completely under their control. Even before they died, they dared to mutter about their scumbag boss. They really had lived too long.

He watched as a long arm made of fleshy spheres extended from Muzan Kibutsuji's black sleeve and grabbed the Lower Moon Six demon.

Honestly, it was quite different from the other person's beautiful face, but Iwakatsu was already used to it. He calmly watched as Kibutsuji Muzan set off a blood firework.

Yan Sheng watched as the scoundrel killed someone with just a few words, his heart unmoved; he was actually starting to drift off into a daze.

"Snap—".

Huh? Iwakatsu was speechless as he watched the Lower Moon Three demon start running away without hesitation.

He slightly drew the sword from his waist, and with Nakime's flick, the neatly severed head appeared in Muzan Kibutsuji's hand.

"I think it would be better to keep only the waxing crescent moon among the twelve demon moons, and disband the waning crescent moon demons."

Yan Sheng looked at the remaining two demons kneeling there, one trembling with fear, and the other watching calmly, his eyes revealing his infatuation with Muzan Kibutsuji.

"Wait, wait a minute—if I have your blood, I will definitely try my best to adapt to blood transfusion—."

Alright, quadra kill.

Iwakatsu looked at the other party with pity. He didn't quite understand why it was better to let the four demons deal with the pillar together than to kill him himself. Even if they managed to kill one of them, it would be good.

Muzan Kibutsuji looked down at Lower Moon One, the last remaining warrior.

"Is there anything else you'd like to say?"

The other person looked up, blushed slightly, clasped their hands together, and said with a smile, "Hmm...it feels like a dream, that you personally did this for me..."

Iwakatsu knew immediately that the most eloquent, twisted sycophant was in position. Kibutsuji Muzan was clearly also shocked by the other party's words; it has to be said that the other party understood, which calmed down the scumbag boss.

"I feel happy and blissful to hear the screams of other ghosts as they die. I love seeing other people's misfortune and suffering. It's like a dream. Thank you for leaving me to the end."

"Oh?" Muzan Kibutsuji smirked as a huge spike pierced his opponent's neck, causing him to let out a shrill scream. The sight made Iwakatsu's teeth ache.

“I’ve taken a liking to you. I’ll share my blood with you.” She squinted at the other man’s grotesque state, his veins bulging. “But you might die from the excessive blood loss…”

That's really a twisted sense of humor.

Looking at Muzan Kibutsuji's smile, Iwakatsu didn't know why the other party had called him over, and listened to the other party making empty promises to that poor little boss.

"If you can kill the Demon Slayer Corps member wearing Hanafuda earrings, I'll give you more blood."

As she finished speaking, a door appeared beneath her. Yan Sheng watched as she fell out of the Infinite City and sensed something was wrong.

In the original story, it should be that the scoundrel Boss left first.

Thinking this, Iwakatsu saw Muzan Kibutsuji's gaze fall on him, giving him a bad feeling.

"Kuroshibo, I believe in your strength. I think you will bring me more surprises."

As Kibutsuji Muzan spoke, his words, laced with subtle implications, made Iwakatsu feel uneasy. He immediately knelt down on one knee, feeling the gaze fixed on him. It seemed he had been too obvious in slacking off.

"Yes, subordinate will continue...investigating...information about...the Demon Slayer Corps..."

"..."

Muzan Kibutsuji knew that Iwakatsu disdained fighting weaklings. Yes, weaklings, even the Pillars were weaklings in her eyes. She didn't expect Iwakatsu to do anything; as long as he maintained absolute fighting strength, that was enough. After all, he had shielded her from injury and was a partner, so she had special privileges towards him.

She was simply dissatisfied with Iwakatsu's frequent disappearances. Unlike other demons, Iwakatsu had never been completely under her control, but thankfully, he was very loyal to her.

"There's no need for that. You can do whatever you want."

"yes……"

"You're sick, you get a beating and then a treat." Yan Sheng wanted to curse, but he couldn't; he could only accept it with a blank expression. As Nakime played her instrument, Kibutsuji Muzan, trailing her black skirt, left the Infinity Castle.

Iwakatsu stood up, opened the transparent blue panel with a troubled expression, and saw that the number of completed tasks had increased. Iwakatsu swiped through it, his gaze lingering on the Pillars' meeting, thinking of Ichiro whom he had met not long ago, wondering how the other was doing.

"Oh, Lord Kokushibo~."

A familiar voice approached, and Iwakatsu turned around to see Doma. As always, Doma was dressed in red, but instead of a kimono, he had changed into a more contemporary-style top with a pattern resembling dripping water on the high collar.

"Doma..."

The other person still had a smile on their face, their diamond-like, rainbow-colored eyes staring unblinkingly at Yan Sheng.

"I was looking for Lord Muzan, and it just so happens that I've run into you here. Lord Kokushibo, would you like to come with me for a stroll? I've recently heard that there's a beautiful fireworks show in the east."