Chapter Seventeen
The evil spirit Bai Wu thought that this journey was truly eye-opening.
This area, which is usually inhabited by evil spirits and avoided by the living, was now filled with a male ghost and a woman chatting animatedly under a tree.
Surrounded by thick fog, he couldn't see clearly, but he could sense that the male ghost was very strong, while the woman was very weak.
But through the hazy fog, he saw the delicate woman poking the man's nose with her fingertips, showing no politeness whatsoever.
When he leaned close to his ear to speak, he laughed unrestrainedly, full of provocation.
What Bai Wu found even more incomprehensible was that the woman had a Nichirin Blade at her waist, which clearly indicated that she was connected to the Demon Slayer Corps.
But his domineering peers, under such circumstances, simply let her point fingers at him.
Tsk tsk tsk!
He clicked his tongue inwardly: Sure enough, being in love only slows down a man's sword-drawing speed. If the adults knew, they would definitely chop him up.
Little did he know that the ordinary man he was staring at was none other than his beloved and respected superior, one of the Twelve Ghost Months.
The reason they didn't recognize it was simply because of a string of Buddhist prayer beads.
It was said that this string of Buddhist beads was not an ordinary ornament, but a magical artifact that could completely shield against ghostly energy.
Let alone a newly promoted subordinate like him, even a fellow crescent moon demon would never recognize this seemingly carefree man as the Upper Crescent II among the twelve demon moons without a close inspection.
At this moment, Bai Wu thought the other party was a fool who didn't know what fear was and was squatting on the roof with a "let's have a good show" mentality.
However, as the two whispered something to each other, the woman suddenly pulled out a knife.
The gleaming silver blade, gleaming coldly, sliced through the thick fog, its tip pointing directly at the rooftop where he was hiding.
"Hey!" The woman's voice was clear and bright, with a hint of nonchalant provocation. "Have you seen enough? If you have, then pay up."
The white mist on the roof was stunned. He never expected that he would end up eating melons himself. This was truly unbelievable.
He decided to teach him a lesson.
"Ha! You ignorant human!" White Mist sneered, his eyes filled with ferocity, his exposed claws gleaming. "You dare to be so arrogant on my turf? You're simply courting death!"
"Hey~ what's your ability?" Chika flipped her wrist, gripping the hilt of her sword, concealing the blade behind her back. "Are you one of the Twelve Demon Moons?"
"Arrogant!"
He chuckled mockingly, his head held high, his face full of arrogance. With a flick of his five claws, the mist grew thicker, and the full moon above his head turned a deep red, as if it were about to drip blood.
"You think you can even see the Twelve Demon Moons...?"
The words caught in his throat, and he blinked sharply, his pupils suddenly contracting.
Huh? There were clearly two people under the tree just now, how come there's only one person left now?
What about the woman with the sword?
The man leaning against the tree trunk seemed to notice his gaze. A casual smile appeared on his lips, and the corners of his eyes curved slightly. He even slowly raised his chin towards him, his gaze drifting unintentionally behind him.
His gaze was very strange, like he was looking at prey about to be caught.
"Hey~ where are you looking?"
A soft voice whispered in his ear, its sound hidden in the wind, so faint as to be almost inaudible. Yet, for some reason, the hairs on his body stood on end, and his breath caught in his throat.
He wanted to turn around, to swing his claws, to unleash all his ghostly energy to fight back, but his body felt as if it were nailed to the spot, his limbs and bones felt like they were filled with lead, and all his movements were a beat slower.
In that moment of hesitation, a flash of silver light appeared.
That flash of cold light was so fast that it cut through the air with a shimmering sound, so fast that he couldn't even see the trajectory of the blade.
The next second, the excruciating pain finally arrived, spreading along the severed neck.
While Bai Wu's consciousness was still stuck on the thought of "I want to fight back," its head had already flown upside down into the air and landed on the ground with a thud.
After his vision spun around and then settled, he saw a headless man in a comical, forward-leaning posture, being gently pressed against the rubble by a hand, with countless wisps of gray-black ash rising and scattering across the sky.
Huh?
He blinked blankly, then thought sluggishly: that headless body seemed to be his.
oh!
It turned out that his head had been cut off.
In the last moment before his consciousness faded, he saw the man leaning against the tree slowly approaching, his steps gentle.
He lightly twirled a string of Buddhist prayer beads between his fingertips, and the beads made a crackling, burning sound as they brushed against his skin, a sound even clearer than the muffled thud of blood spurting from his neck.
The man looked down at him, a nonchalant curve at the corner of his eye as he looked down, his pupils reflecting the disheveled state of the man as if he were looking at an ant that had strayed into a desperate situation.
"Oh... so it's Lord Twelve Demon Moons..."
The thought had barely formed when a thick darkness surged up, and consciousness vanished completely.
He realized his mistake too late, and he never understood why he didn't recognize his superior at first glance, why he couldn't sense any ghostly aura from the man, and why the man didn't stop the woman from killing him.
However, he no longer had time to ask these questions.
"How was that? Pretty cool, right?"
The bloodstains on the green tiles hadn't dried yet when Chika sat down on the eaves with her Nichirin Blade on her shoulder, the blade resting diagonally on her knees, its silver surface, still stained with demon blood, gleaming coldly.
She swung her toes, raised her chin at Douma on the ground, and spoke with a smug tone.
Doumo pinched the folding fan between his fingertips, closing the fan ribs, and the fan surface tapped against his palm with a "snap snap".
"Extremely impressive, he has the potential to become a pillar."
His eyes curved even more, and the girl on the rooftop was reflected in his pupils. There was a hint of wickedness hidden in his nonchalant smile.
"Miss Chika's skillful technique is so impressive, I can't help but be moved."
Chika lightly pinched the tip of her nose with her thumb and chuckled, "You shouldn't hang out with Muzan anymore. Hang out with me, and I'll take care of you."
She leaped down from the roof and landed half a step in front of him, her eyes sparkling, her tone straightforward and unrestrained.
Tong Mo paused for a moment, then a low chuckle escaped his lips, a languid and slightly wicked laugh. "I have very high standards for life, you know."
He leaned forward, almost touching Chinatsu's ear, his tongue lightly brushing against her lower lip, his tone carrying a seductive ambiguity, "Especially when it comes to food~"
“It’s okay,” Chika said without flinching. Instead, she turned to look at him, her fingertips hooking around his wide hem, and smiled slyly. “Follow me, and I’ll kill demons to support you. Once you become a Pillar, the salary will be very high…”
Their eyes met, their breaths mingling and lingering on their lips. Doma's thumb gently brushed against her wrist, his gaze falling to her slightly pursed lips, so close that they could touch if he moved even half a step closer.
Qianxia blinked, her fingertips unconsciously curling up, and she tightened her grip on his clothes.
The prayer beads wobbled slightly as she touched them with her fingertips, and the evil aura in Doma's eyes intensified.
"Chinatsu!"
The call came from the dissipating fog, and Qianxia suddenly woke up, instinctively taking a step back, only to feel her face burning hot.
"I... well, my partner came to see me, and I have something to do, so I'll be going now."
Sanemi's voice grew closer and closer. Chika sheathed her sword, frantically fiddling with her hair and fanning her burning face with her hand.
"Ugh~~~" Douma drawled, his words filled with reluctance, "I have to break up with Chinatsu??"
"There's nothing I can do. I'm not a Pillar yet, and I'm living under someone else's roof," Chika said, fanning herself and darting her eyes around like a thief. "Once I become a Pillar, I'll have a salary and my own home, and then I won't have to worry anymore."
"Chinatsu!!!"
Sanemi's roar was getting closer and closer, and Chinatsu was completely panicked. She jumped up and kicked her feet.
"I have to go now! See you next time!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he vanished without a trace.
Doma licked his lips, raised his hand and gently sniffed the fingertips that had caressed her skin; there seemed to be a faint trace of her scent still lingering on them.
"Heh~ Then I'll definitely look forward to it, Chinatsu-chan~"
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