Chapter 40 Half-Tian Dog

"Waaaaah..."

Even in the darkness, the town center was still bustling with people. But there was one place, seemingly surrounded by city walls, completely deserted.

Two dried bloodstains stretched across the ground. This was the town's only dungeon, filled with murderers condemned to death. The surrounding area was deserted, with patrols at intervals isolating it from all worldly life.

Under the moonlight, a wooden door suddenly appeared. A pale hand reached out from inside, and then a person stepped out.

Muzan Kibutsuji was dressed in a black kimono with elaborate and ancient patterns, his long, black curly hair casually tied back. He looked around at the desolate streets, but could sense the bustling activity just across the street.

"I forgot to send it to Kokushimona."

Muzan Kibutsuji seemed to only then remember, casually looking around and noticing the bloodstains on the ground. It led to a cellar, and he could see bloodstains near the cellar entrance, spreading down the stairs.

"It's a dungeon. How interesting."

Those who were executed in human times are generally quite useful after becoming demons. Perhaps we can find a powerful demon here.

With that thought in mind, Muzan Kibutsuji lifted his foot and followed the bloodstains down the stairs. The dungeon was small, dark, and damp, and the sounds of insects and rodents could be heard.

Muzan Kibutsuji looked at the old man locked inside, barely alive. His hands were cut off, bleeding profusely, his wrinkled skin covered in bloodstains, tears streaming down his face, and he could only utter soft sobs.

"Help me, I don't want to die, waaaaaah!"

Muzan Kibutsuji watched with great interest. His condescending posture caught the old man's attention, and he shakily stretched out his arm, trying to touch the other man.

"Please save me, I'm just a pitiful person."

"Is he going to be beheaded and displayed to the public tomorrow? How pitiful..."

Kibutsuji Muzan extended a bone whip and plunged it into the other's neck, his red vertical pupils filled with arrogance and mockery.

"Then let me help you."

Blood flowed along the bone whip into the other's body, transforming him. The burning heat and the pain of adaptation caused the old man to writhe on the ground, tears and blood everywhere.

During the blood transfusion, Muzan Kibutsuji learned of his memories. He didn't have a good impression of such a cowardly person, but this contradictory personality intrigued him.

"From now on, you'll be called Half-Day Dog. I hope you can hold on."

Muzan Kibutsuji did not stay any longer, but turned and left the dungeon. The old man also heard Muzan Kibutsuji's words, and he roared in pain, his unfocused eyes watching the departing black figure.

After a long time, Bantian Gou felt the pain begin to dissipate, and his body began to feel full of energy again. He watched as his hands itched and grew back, and the ailments that had accumulated on his body due to aging also disappeared.

Shake it!

His newborn hand gripped the solid wooden bars that bound him, his sharp nails digging into them with force. He crushed them with his fist, then stepped out of the cell.

Looking at the moon hanging high in the sky, Half-Heaven Dog let out a long breath. He was saved, thanks to that great man, the god I met.

He clenched his powerful hands tightly, and a surge of anger welled up inside him as he thought of the moment when his hands were chopped off.

"Those damned bullies, those arrogant demons who prey on the weak, just wait for me."

Half-Heaven Dog revealed a cruel smile. Now that he had power, his first priority was to find the magistrate who had cut off his hands and take revenge.

Half-Heaven Dog arrived silently in front of the Magistrate's Gate and slowly opened the door in the moonlight.

"Squeak—".

The slatted door, long neglected, emitted an unpleasant noise that drew the attention of Fengxing, who was lighting a candle and reading. He looked up in surprise and saw Hantengu, his hands severed. To his even greater astonishment, the hands were perfectly intact before his eyes.

"How did you get your hand out?!"

Before he could react, a powerful force slammed into his stomach. The impact sent him flying backward, crashing heavily into the house.

"Crackling and crashing—"

The sound of the impact, along with the cracking of objects, attracted the attention of patrol personnel standing nearby. They surrounded the area in an orderly and measured manner.

"Sir!"

The arriving guards looked at Hantengu with disbelief in their eyes, but their loyalty compelled them to raise their katana and slash at him.

But this ordinary human body was no match for Hantengu, who already possessed a demonic body. He brandished a sword and fought against the guards. With screams of agony, blood splattered on the ground, and in the end, only Hantengu remained standing.

"So, why do you bully the weak? Why?!"

Half-Heaven Dog held the knife and looked at Fengxing, his scarlet eyes filled with murderous intent, terrifying and horrifying.

He walked step by step, his wounds visibly healing rapidly. This inhuman scene sent a chill down Fengxing's spine. He didn't know what he was facing—a monster? He dared not think further and instead picked up his sword and slashed at Hantengu.

"Bang! Clang—".

With lightning speed, Hantengu severed his sword, cruelly severing Fengxing's hand. Blood spurted from the severed wound, splattering everywhere. Fengxing collapsed to the ground, writhing in pain, his face deathly pale, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

"Forehead……"

"Hahahaha, how does it feel? Who told you to bully the weak? This is your punishment!"

Looking at the disheveled magistrate, Hantengu couldn't help but burst into laughter. He roared mockingly and raised his knife to end the magistrate's life.

“You are truly pathetic. No matter how you try to evade punishment, you cannot distort the truth. Even if you kill me to silence me, you cannot twist the facts.”

Feng Xing looked at the other person, and even without his hands, he seemed to still be the same fair and powerful person he always was, with his back straight and his face full of determination.

He spoke with the most resolute and upright gaze and tone, enunciating each word clearly.

"One day, you will have to use your worthless life to go to hell and pay for the sins you have committed!"

As Bantiangou listened, his body trembled uncontrollably, his scarlet eyes filled with ferocity as he stared at the other man, gritting his teeth.

"You bastard! Die, die!"

He roared, plunged the knife into the official's body, and then quickly pulled it out, stabbing him several more times. Blood soaked the entire floor; in the moonlight, not a single person in the manor remained.

At that moment, Iwakatsu smelled a strong, pungent stench of blood wafting on the wind. He had originally planned to wait for Muzan Kibutsuji's arrival, but the sudden smell of blood startled him.

He got up, opened the window that had been closed, and nimbly climbed down, heading towards the source of the bloody smell.

He moved quickly and arrived at the courtyard gate in no time. Yan Sheng had a premonition that the magistrate who had cut off the half-dog's hand lived here.

If that's the case, then Half-Heaven Dog should have become a ghost by now.

Iwakatsu sensed a familiar presence. He turned his head and saw Muzan Kibutsuji not far away.

"Wumei...sir."

"Um."