Chapter 28 Fiery Aura

"Kuroshibo?"

Kibutsuji Muzan's voice rang out, and the immense pressure forced the three who were barely holding on to the ground, making Iwakatsu's heart pound wildly.

As expected, it dragged on for too long.

Kibutsuji Muzan put on the white hat in his hand, walked closer step by step in his black leather shoes, glanced suspiciously at the three people around him who were still panting, and looked at Iwakatsu with his blood-red vertical pupils.

Feeling the suspicious look in Muzan Kibutsuji's eyes, Kokushibo was utterly speechless. He should have known better than to hire that head steward. Now look what happened, he's aroused the suspicion of that scoundrel boss!

"Wumei...sir."

Iwakatsu turned around nimbly, knelt down on one knee in front of Muzan Kibutsuji, his eyes resolute as if he were about to join the revolution.

Unfortunately, Muzan Kibutsuji wasn't buying it. He simply walked slowly to Komaru, bent down, grabbed Komaru's chin, narrowed his eyes, and stared at Komaru. His black fingernails scratched Komaru's pale face, drawing blood.

"Kuroshibo, can you explain this to me?"

Yan Sheng was forced to look up and meet Muzan Kibutsuji's gaze, nervously maintaining a blank expression. His thin lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something but didn't know how to begin.

Stay calm, I must stay calm, I can't show any signs of guilt or anything like that. Seriously, I'm going to die, how am I going to cover this up? Help!

Iwakatsu could guess that Muzan Kibutsuji's suspicions, which had not yet fully recovered, had deepened considerably, making him feel utterly hopeless.

The air was completely silent; the only sound was the soft breathing.

In Yan Sheng's view, he could also see Tian Fang Yu Hai, who was almost lying on the ground, looking like a spectator, which made him even more annoyed. What's so interesting about this?!

At this point, he didn't utter a single word; he wasn't fighting as intensely as he had been moments before.

Yan Sheng felt that if thoughts could kill, he would have chopped down these three pillars and the scumbag boss countless times, enough to make a mahjong table.

As Muzan Kibutsuji stared at the silent Oki Shō, his grip tightened, his black nails digging deep into Oki Shō's skin, and his expression grew increasingly cold.

"Kuroshibo, tell me, why are they still alive?"

As Muzan Kibutsuji spoke, long bone whips sprouted from his body, rapidly wrapping around the necks of the three people, tightening their grip.

Holy crap, I was so careful I didn't kill him! Damn, he's going to strangle me!

Yan Sheng felt that if he didn't say anything, not only would he see Muzan Kibutsuji's favorability and trust level drop by -1 -1 -1, but he would also end up looking at the corpses of the three pillars with nothing to show for it.

"Muzan..."

Before Iwakatsu could finish speaking, Kibutsuji Muzan moved on his own.

As if sensing something, he flung the three men away with his bone whip, not caring whether they were dead or not. He hurriedly released his grip on Yan Sheng and, completely disregarding everyone present, brushed past Yan Sheng and fled at top speed, his back view showing great panic.

"?"

An elderly person is looking at their phone on the subway.

Iwakatsu felt the stinging pain on his face rapidly dissipating, and the bloody hole from the stab wound quickly healed. He turned to look at Muzan Kibutsuji's back, completely bewildered.

"Cough cough cough cough."

The violent coughing snapped Iwakatsu back to his senses, and it suddenly dawned on him that the only person who could make Muzan Kibutsuji so terrified, disregarding his image, was that person.

Yoriichi Tsugikuni, the only shadow of Muzan Kibutsuji.

Sure enough, Yan Sheng could feel a scorching aura gradually approaching.

"Depend on."

Yan Sheng cursed inwardly, then turned and quickly chased after Muzan Kibutsuji.

"Cough cough cough cough."

Kawakami Akio clutched his neck, coughing and breathing heavily. He looked up at Iwakatsu's retreating figure with a strange expression, and called out to Sanada Kitano and Tenkata Umi, who were also breathing heavily.

"Kitano, Umi, are you alright?"

Sanada Kitano shook his head, used his Nichirin Blade to force himself up, and angrily shook off the shards on his body.

"I won't die, hiss—."

"I'm fine."

Tianfang Yuhai suffered the least injury. After recovering, he got up and frowned as he looked at the other person covered in blood.

The Demon Slayer Corps members who had just been knocked away rushed over in a panic and limped to their feet to help Kawakami Akio up.

"Lord Water Column".

"I'm fine, just some superficial injuries." Qiu Sheng leaned against a member, thinking about the battle just now and exclaiming, "That was the Ghost King? His aura was truly terrifying—".

"Tsk, that traitor Kokushiro has gotten a lot stronger. I can tell he's not using any force, which is really strange." Sanada Kitano was helped closer to the two men by them, and he muttered with dissatisfaction.

"Speaking of which, why did the Demon King suddenly run away, and why did Yan Sheng even chase after him?"

Qiu Sheng was completely baffled, but Tian Fang Yu Hai, who was standing next to him, seemed to have guessed something and looked up at the top of the building on the side of the street.

"Because of him."

Following Yu Hai's gaze, the two saw a crimson figure leap across buildings, drawing a perfect arc before crossing the street and quickly disappearing.

"Tsugikuni Yoriichi?"

Unlike Yu Hai's somewhat relieved expression, Qiu Sheng's tone carried a hint of dissatisfaction; he still harbored prejudice.

Yoriichi Tsugikuni noticed the three of them, and seeing that they were being supported by the other members and seemed to be in no danger, he didn't stop and continued straight ahead.

Yoriichi leaped across the town, chasing after the forest. Although there was moonlight and clear visibility, he couldn't make out anything well because of the night, and could only follow the scents.

The strong, thick smell of blood allowed him to quickly lock onto his target, but he could also sense a familiar aura, though it was overshadowed by the intense smell of blood and wasn't quite real.

This made Yoriichi Tsugikuni feel uneasy.

In the forest outside the town

Two figures appeared one after the other, moving at the speed of light under the moonlight.

"No misfortune, sir."

Iwakatsu quickly chased after Muzan Kibutsuji, sensing that Yoriichi Tsugikuni's target was Muzan Kibutsuji.

Iwakatsu could feel the scorching aura drawing ever closer, and his heart pounded with increasing panic. No, Kibutsuji Muzan couldn't die now, or the plot would fall apart.

Watching the retreating figure fleeing in a panic, not far away, I felt an urge to spit blood in their face.

Damn, this scumbag boss is completely unreliable at crucial moments. Why are you running away? Infinite City, bro!

Yan Sheng's mind raced, and he finally came up with a plan. Gritting his teeth, he decided to take a gamble. Life and death were in the hands of fate, and wealth was up to heaven. With that thought, Yan Sheng drew his Void Crying God and quickened his pace, shouting loudly.

"Nekome!"

"brush--."

A wooden door appeared a hundred meters away from Muzan Kibutsuji. Iwakatsu could clearly sense Yoriichi Tsugikuni rapidly approaching, and without caring about any injuries, he sped past.

"Damn fast, two thousand five, two thousand, one thousand five, one thousand, five hundred."

Iwakatsu's clear vision penetrated through the layers of trees, allowing him to see the figure rapidly approaching with a crimson blade. Iwakatsu quickly stepped in front of Muzan Kibutsuji, forcefully pushing him through the open wooden door a dozen meters away with one hand, while his other hand swung his blade, slashing fiercely at the approaching Yoriichi.

"Breathing of the Moon - Eighth Form - Moon Dragon Tail".