Chapter 9 Operation

"knew."

Yan Sheng's six eyes instinctively turned to the woman who had spoken. The woman showed no fear, but instead stood there meekly, waiting for Yan Sheng.

Iwakatsu paused for a moment, then walked in the direction the woman had come from, glancing out of the corner of his eye to see her quietly following behind him. Iwakatsu had been staying in this house for several days, probably because Muzan Kibutsuji was frightened by Yoriichi Tsugikuni, and he had been hiding inside.

Iwakatsu recalled Muzan Kibutsuji's self-righteous demeanor from before.

"To eliminate the Demon Slayer Corps as quickly as possible, I've decided to focus on finding a suitable demon to fill Gengetsu's position. Kokushibo, you'll be free to act after a while, but keep a close eye on the Demon Slayer Corps' movements and don't let them discover my whereabouts."

Well, it's hard to say, but being able to move around freely is still in line with Iwakatsu's needs. He doesn't want to be putting on an act in front of Muzan Kibutsuji all the time.

Looking at the servants around him, each performing their duties, Iwakatsu was actually quite curious. The servants in this house were beyond Iwakatsu's expectations. Although they were all human, they all served Muzan Kibutsuji with utmost respect, and even when they discovered that Muzan Kibutsuji was different from ordinary people, they did not feel strange or afraid.

'Perhaps Muzan did something, but that's fine too, at least I don't have to be so careful about my demon identity.' Iwakatsu thought to himself.

Yan Sheng's routine these past few days has been to rest and sleep during the day, practice sword techniques at night, wash up, gaze at the moon in a daze, occasionally play chess, and read books.

Entertainment facilities were scarce in this era, and Iwakatsu was always very careful about his words and actions to avoid being too out of character, so he basically lived according to the habits of Tsugikuni Iwakatsu in his memory.

Iwakatsu stopped in front of the main house, even though Muzan Kibutsuji already knew he was there. He still knocked gently, respecting the proper order of their relationship.

"Come in, Kokushibo."

The voice of Muzan Kibutsuji came through; it was a childish voice. When Iwakatsu pushed open the door, he saw a black-haired boy sitting in the main seat. He was wearing a kimono with lace and floral patterns, and his slightly curly black hair was loose over his shoulders. His blood-red vertical pupils stared straight ahead, and although he looked frail, he exuded a dangerous aura.

"Muzan... Lord, what... are your... orders?"

Iwakatsu walked respectfully in front of Muzan Kibutsuji and asked him a question.

Kibutsuji Muzan casually picked up a teacup and fiddled with it, looking at Iwakatsu with indifference until Iwakatsu felt uneasy under his gaze before he slowly spoke.

"I want to go out and find someone suitable to be the new Gengetsu. Kokushibo, you should also look for someone suitable."

Muzan Kibutsuji seemed to think of something, paused for a moment before continuing, "Remember to keep an eye on the Demon Slayer Corps' movements, especially that man. If anything seems amiss, contact me immediately. I believe you can handle this, right?"

Iwakatsu looked at Muzan Kibutsuji and nodded slightly. Since becoming a demon, Iwakatsu had been diligently training his body as in the original story, which meant he was pushing his body to its limits regardless of muscle damage and tearing.

I don’t know which part went wrong, but Iwakatsu could feel that he was speaking a little slowly. Iwakatsu didn’t care, though, as he rarely interacted with others anyway.

Kibutsuji Muzan looked at Iwakatsu, raised his hand to signal Iwakatsu, and after Iwakatsu understood and squatted down, he touched the other's eyes with his childish hand.

Muzan Kibutsuji knew that this face looked exactly like that man's, but looking at the other's three pairs of eyes, he felt extremely pleased, with a sense of satisfaction as if he had snatched something. Muzan Kibutsuji snapped out of his daze and quickly regained his usual indifference.

"Go down."

Yan Sheng stared at the unpredictable boy in front of him, remaining silent for a long time before slowly leaving. He couldn't understand what was wrong with this scoundrel of a boss this time.

Yan Sheng decided to go back and pack his things, then quickly begin his round-the-world trip. As for the rest, he could just do it casually and get by.

Yan Sheng's residence was also very luxurious. This environment would subconsciously remind Yan Sheng of the room he had as a child, which was luxurious yet desolate, with all the furnishings being mainly for decoration, and no one caring whether he was practical or not.

Iwakatsu felt something was strange about himself; he was finding it increasingly easy to recall Iwakatsu's memories, perhaps it was a mutual appreciation.

Yan Sheng opened the quest log with a thought, but there were no new quests on the transparent blue screen. "Alright, I don't have a destination, I'll just go by instinct." Yan Sheng picked up his packed bag and headed outside, but upon opening the door and seeing the faintly white sky, he silently retreated back inside.

Great, I'll take a nap before setting off again. I don't want to try the "death sunbathing" experience yet.

Meanwhile, Muzan Kibutsuji was gathering information using his vengeful spirit tool. He switched his viewpoints many times, but found no trace of Yoriichi Tsugikuni. This frustrated him greatly; the unknown was what was frightening, and he didn't want to run into that unlucky monster as soon as he stepped outside.

The thought of the excruciating flames that slashed him made Muzan Kibutsuji feel nauseous. He couldn't be sure if he could escape a second time.

So, has Kokushibo set off yet?

Thinking of this, Muzan Kibutsuji started bombarding Iwakatsu in his mind, completely waking him up from his rest. Because of the settings provided by Xiao Liu, Iwakatsu was able to receive information from his boss, Muzan Kibutsuji, unilaterally.

Iwakatsu snapped out of his daze and was speechless at Muzan Kibutsuji's question. "Brother, don't you know what time it is? Am I supposed to go out and die?"

Although he was grumbling, he still replied to his boss's message seriously. This feeling reminded Yan Sheng of when he sent messages to his idiotic counselor.

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After Iwakatsu replied, Muzan Kibutsuji didn't contact him again. This excessive behavior of not replying after reading his message left Iwakatsu speechless, and he could only silently crawl back into bed.

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After an unknown amount of time, Yan Sheng woke up hungry and sat up groggily. He could clearly sense the smell of food moving around outside, and he swallowed hard.

I'm so hungry. The food outside looks so delicious. Maybe I should just have a little bit. It won't kill me.

Suddenly, Yan Sheng slapped himself hard across the face to bring himself back to his senses. He could clearly feel that he was starving, and Yan Sheng desperately called out to 1008 in his mind.

"SOS, Xiao Liu, ahhhhh! I want to bite someone! ahhhhh!"

"Here it comes, dear. Now we're blocking 50% of your desires."

1008 quickly accessed the background data, pulling Yan Sheng back from the brink of danger.

"Why is it only fifty percent?"

Yan Sheng was panting heavily. That was close; he almost wouldn't have been able to take the civil service exam with a clear conscience.

"Because we are required to maintain authenticity, host, I personally suggest that you eat a little bit of food as a base if you can. Doing this for a long time will make you lose your mind, dear."

After reviewing the information, 1008 sincerely advised that the risk of losing one's temper and becoming irrational was too high.

"Okay, I got it."

Yan Sheng got up, tidied himself up, picked up his cloth bag, pushed open the door and left quickly. He jumped over the wall in a few steps and moved quickly through the moonlight, observing his surroundings.

The wind howled, whipping Yan Sheng's long hair as he moved swiftly, his agile figure skimming the water like a dragonfly. Yan Sheng knew he had to hurry through the night to find a place to stay.