Chapter 125 Special: Death of Upper Moon Two: Douma's hatred for the moon hanging high above is not his only...
Listening to the girl's resentful voice, the leader's eyes were filled with tears of compassion. His eyebrows drooped, and his unique colorful eyes looked at the group of children.
It turns out they are sisters.
What a pitiful fate.
"It's okay," he said with a smile, arms outstretched, and genuine joy. "Your sister has become one with me and has entered the paradise."
The person opposite was aroused to even greater rage. He could almost hear the sound of her teeth clashing together, and her eyes widened with anger. Such a vivid expression could only be seen on a human.
Douma will never be able to experience strong emotions. He has never known what emotions are since he was born.
He began to listen to the voices of his congregants when he was very young. Those people resented life, resented fate, resented their family, relatives, friends, and partners - why was it so unfair to them!
Love, hate, and resentment, their lives are surrounded by these emotions.
In Douma's eyes, human beings are little people filled with colors, jumping, fighting, laughing and crying in the world, from youth to old age. Human life is not short, it lasts for several decades.
But they always remember resentment and hatred and forget love and joy.
Human beings are creatures that are easily defeated by hatred.
He had forgotten how Suzuki Kawa treated him when he was a child, and the amazing stories his colleagues told him about were only vague in his memory.
I only remember that before he met Suzuki Kawa, there were already many ghosts around him.
After he became a ghost, there were still many ghosts around Suzuki Kawa.
Those purple eyes were smiling, but the smile never reached the bottom of the eyes. Douma had seen many, many people and listened to countless horrific sufferings. In those people's eyes, there was unrelieved pain.
There is always a color in Suzuki Kawa's eyes that he cannot see clearly.
During those childhood days, he only remembered those purple eyes under the moonlight.
The other party diligently guided him to become a sorcerer and told him the theory of spells. He could see that the other party only had a vague understanding of these and could only repeat the words in the book.
The power of curse comes from negative emotions.
But Douma was born without emotions.
He didn't know love, hate, what human bonds were like, or why his followers were always troubled by these things.
Rather than learning these vague things, Douma first learned how to help his followers solve their problems.
The easiest thing to deal with is the poor believers. Just give them some help and recommend jobs to them. If they don't work hard, Douma will not continue to help them.
The most troublesome ones are the believers who are deeply in love, crying and saying that their partner does not love them. Douma holds his chin and says what Ando Tsukasa taught him.
——It must be that you are not good enough to him.
——You must be too nice to him.
These two sentences can solve most of the problems.
Douma still believes that messing oneself up for money, status, love, etc. is extremely stupid.
Despite thinking so, Douma is still a very talkative guy. He can find countless topics to chat with others, although the result every time is that the other person has a bad face.
Only one person won't get angry.
Because he didn't take Douma's words seriously at all.
Occasionally, I would choke on Douma's straightforward words, then curl my lips and say that it's better to say less of such low-EQ words.
That was when I was seventeen or eighteen years old.
Occasionally, while listening, Suzuki Kawa would look up at Douma, then quickly look away, propping up his head to look outside the house, chatting idly.
Suzuki Kawa was looking through him at another person.
The moment he first made contact with that gaze, Douma realized it, and soon he also understood the reason for this sudden change in gaze.
——His voice.
In fact, Suzuki Kawa seldom looked at him in that way. After he became a ghost, whenever he provoked Suzuki Kawa, the other party would unconsciously look at him in that way.
Later, because of the handover to the church, Douma would stay in the Infinite Castle for a period of time every few decades.
Suzuki Kawa was awake more often, and Ando Tsukasa or Shirohime would always appear in the large living room. Shirohime would sometimes bring Xiaomei with her, and Ando Tsukasa was also very noisy, but he didn't mind it. He sat in the rocking chair in the corner and read a book.
One day, Douma suddenly wanted to start a bloody battle by switching places, and he soon found Ando Tsukasa.
Ando Tsukasa's blood demon art is indeed very powerful. Douma didn't get the better of it, but it wasn't difficult for him to win.
Then there's Shirohime.
Cheng Ji is no match for him and quickly admits defeat, complaining that he has nothing to do so he goes to drink some wine.
He became Upper Moon Two. When Suzuki Kawa found out, he was surprised but didn't say anything, which was considered as his tacit agreement.
Even though he later went to find Kokushibo, Suzuki Kawa didn't react much.
One day, he asked Suzuki Kawa to switch places and have a bloody battle.
The other person put down the book and they looked at each other again. After thinking for a moment, Suzuki Kawa agreed.
They came to the arena used by low-level ghosts. He thought he would see Suzuki Kawa's blood demon art, but he was disappointed. Suzuki Kawa attacked with terrifying cursed power, which was enough to cut off ten of his heads and covered the entire field of vision. At this time, ten thousand sons of ice could not escape this terrifying pursuit.
Douma's head fell to the ground. He watched Suzuki Kawa turn around. That dazzling golden hair was so rare among humans. He originally thought that it only existed in legends and was said to be the appearance of gods.
If the guys in the Demon Slayer Corps knew that he was comparing the Demon King to a god, they would definitely call him shameless.
Douma put on a smile and called out to Suzuki Kawa, asking if they could still start a bloody battle by switching positions.
He listened to Suzuki Kawa's voice and watched the figure leave the arena. Kokushibo came over at some point and they were talking in low voices. His strength was so badly weakened that he could not hear anything.
What kind of existence is a sorcerer?
The arena was covered with dense marks left by the slashing blows. In Douma's eyes, those sunken areas were filled with the remnants of Suzukigawa's cursed energy.
Before he found the answer, he discovered something else.
Suzuki River also treats humans with special favor.
As the uncrowned king of cannibals, he has long overcome his desire for human flesh and blood. If he could not see the sun, he would be almost indistinguishable from humans.
He helped Qin Ye teach that bastard husband a lesson and sent him to paradise.
It is ridiculous that the kind-hearted Ghost King avenges humanity.
Kotonoha is a lively and interesting human, and Douma doesn't mind keeping her until she dies of old age.
Her eyes were full of fear and anxiety towards Suzukigawa who solved her problem. Douma saw that the thing that Suzukigawa gave to her child was a cursed tool, probably for safety.
She vaguely sensed something, and one night, she ran into Douma eating. She panicked and ran away with the baby in her arms, so Douma had no choice but to kill her.
The child was thrown off the cliff and probably didn't survive.
Douma placed the cursed tool in the church's storeroom.
Later, Suzuki Kawa moved out of the Infinite City, and the legendary sorcerer came to Tokyo. Douma ate a lot of it, but still couldn't find any difference between the sorcerer and ordinary humans.
In fact, he was able to perform the spell a long time ago, but its power was not as strong as the vampire spell.
Those sorcerers said that domains are very powerful things.
One rainy night, Douma finally found Suzuki River who had disappeared for a long time. Ando Tsukasa followed him, as well as the swordsman of the Demon Slayer Corps.
The battle was about to begin, but Douma did not use blood demon art, but used a technique instead.
Even Ando Tsukasa didn't notice the subtle difference in his frost.
Suzuki Kawa was angry and threw them all back to the Infinite Castle. Ando Tsukasa wiped the blood off his arm with a grimace, Douma sat beside him fanning himself with a golden fan, and Shirohime said in their minds that she would bring the medicine later.
After such a long time, those swordsmen were not poisoned. Even Ando Tsukasa realized that something was wrong.
"How come the poison from your blood vampire magic is gone?"
"Because I'm using a technique." Douma's tone rose.
Ando Tsukasa suddenly turned his head to look at him, and immediately thought of something. His face was a little strange, and after a while he said: "That's good. If you use up all your strength in blood demon arts, you still have the technique as a backup."
They waited and waited, until dawn, but there was no sign of Suzuki Kawa.
There was no news of the Ghost King's death.
The smile on Douma's face gradually faded, but Ando Tsukasa became more and more excited.
Suzuki Kawa, has overcome the sun!
Why?
As the King of Ghosts, shouldn't you stay in the darkness forever and keep us company?
Is a ghost standing in the sun still a ghost?
Who are you now?
Are there really gods in this world? From this group of people with bloody and sinful hands.
Light arrows shot at the moon, and the long night continued. This was no longer a human ability, let alone something that could be achieved through vampire magic.
——What exactly are you…
The poison took effect faster and faster, and Douma's hand holding the golden fan became a little unsteady. He looked at these humans who were burning their lives to kill him, and the smile on his face did not diminish.
He looked at the scarlet eyes of these humans and realized belatedly that this was hatred.
The Ice Buddha shattered, and he leaped down, standing in front of these people. He could no longer hold the golden fan, and it fell to the ground.
This place is closest to the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters, but it is still two mountains away.
The stars disappeared, the night was long, and the news of the death of the first moon kept flooding into my mind.
The brother and sister died, Tokito Ichiro died, and even Shirohime died.
His poison could no longer continue, and Ando Tsukasa's words that day turned out to be prophetic. Douma raised his hand with a big laugh, his pale fingertips were stained with blood, and the human opposite him was so badly injured that he seemed like he would fall down in the next second.
As long as I hold on to my last breath, I will definitely be able to kill Douma!
Shinobu Kocho's hand holding the knife was twisted and she could only swing it mechanically.
She looked at the evil ghost's face, which had turned purple and was beginning to rot. Even the crazy loss of vitality could not stop her inner excitement.
Finally... revenge is coming—
Douma made a gesture, exactly the same as the one of Guanyin Buddha in the ancient murals, and closed his eyes full of compassion, no longer having to pretend any emotions.
"The field expands—"
The swordsmen opened their eyes wide in shock.
A little light frost covered a hundred miles in an instant.
A cold current emanated from the mountains, withering vegetation and heading straight for the area surrounded by wisteria flowers.
Ice is colorless, and the Buddha is merciful. The evil ghost standing in the ice and snow has his white oak hair covered with light frost, which then climbs up his cheeks and freezes his body.
This is a terrible field, even the field's guaranteed hit effects are activated unevenly.
This is a field of genius, and in the past thousand years, almost no one has been able to exert such a large scope.
In the mountains and forests, on one side was a sea of fire created by explosives, and on the other side was endless ice and frost. The flames were blazing, and the snow was flying like wild geese. In this long night without a crescent moon, a knife-like light like a full moon fell from the sky.
It's like the disappearing moon reappearing on earth.
Douma opened his eyes and looked at the distant moonlight.
He wanted to cry like he used to, but his tears froze before they could even form.
turn out to be,
I hate that the bright moon hangs high in the sky but doesn’t shine on me.
I hate that the bright moon hangs high in the sky and doesn’t shine on me alone.
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