Chapter 88: Plan to Collect 12 Crescent Moon Figures "Excuse me, sir, blood...
"May I ask, sir, what does blood suppression feel like... I'm worried about offending the other lords."
"Oh? You're asking that... You'll know when you meet one. Besides, if you offend other ghosts, you won't have a chance to speak."
When it just transformed from a human into a ghost, it was the weakest period. It carefully survived this period, and then survived, eating one person, two people, ten people... and even hundreds of people, step by step growing into the powerful cannibal ghost it is today.
There was no fresh blood where it was hiding, so it decided to move to another place.
This was the most regretful decision it had ever made - bar none.
The moment the boy finished speaking, the blood in its entire body began to flow backwards and violently, its veins screaming, and its knees had no room to resist. It just "bumped" and knelt on the ground, crawling at the boy's bare feet like a defeated dog.
The pupils of those eyes, which were different from those of humans, were trembling. The rotten organs in the chest seemed to have been flattened, tightened, and then drained of blood. They were squeezed together empty and empty. The whole body no longer belonged to it. It couldn't even open its mouth.
How is this possible? Isn't this a human? How could a ghost live with other humans?
By the way, the smell of medicine in this room is too strong, so it can't distinguish the breath of the high-level cannibal.
It wanted to explain that it would rather become this adult's prisoner than die in obscurity.
All it could see were the pebbles in the yard and a blurry shadow. It was the adult's bare feet stepping on the sharp pebbles. It wanted to look up and admire the adult.
But he didn't have the strength to move his head.
A pair of eyes fell on it.
Suzuki Kawa raised his hand, his gorgeous purple eyes drooped, and the whites of his eyes had turned into a rich, indissoluble blood color at some point.
The cannibal's vision finally changed. As the boy sneered slightly, the boy's figure flashed quickly before its eyes, followed by the shadows of the grass, trees and flowers in the yard, and then the vast night sky with a bright moon hanging above, dotted with stars.
Its head flew out.
The system's excited voice rang out: [This bloodline suppression is completely unsolvable! ]
Suzuki Chuan withdrew his hand and said thoughtfully: [Indeed, the blood pressure set by Muzan is basically 100%. The upper ghosts have absolute rule over the lower ghosts. In this way, he also has absolute rule over all ghosts.]
But he remembered the night when he first met Muzan. The woman in kimono who followed Muzan stabbed the sharp weapon into Muzan's body with a desperate move.
It was not difficult to see from Wuzan's astonished expression that he never expected that this subordinate around him would betray him.
Suzuki Kawa would occasionally look through Muzan's memories. The female ghost was called Tamayo, and she is now missing. She is good at making medicine, and her blood demon magic seems to be related to illusions and can bewitch people.
At the same time, he can also use the ghost's five senses to listen to the ghost's thoughts. He can sense the location of every ghost, but he thinks it is too noisy and annoying, so he always blocks it.
"When did Lord Muzan transform into a demon with such powerful strength?" A voice sounded behind him. Suzuki Kawa's pupils shrank. He didn't even notice the second existence behind him!
The system felt that it had failed in its duty and dared not speak out.
Suzuki Kawa turned around and looked at the cannibal ghost behind him with a serious look. The evil ghost with a man's appearance was holding Grandma Suzuki hostage, and its sharp nails were pressed against the old woman's neck.
The blood color in the blond boy's eyes had not yet faded. The wind blew his long blond hair at the temples, making his eyebrows and eyes much deeper than those of ordinary people. He stared at the evil ghost and did not use blood suppression at the first time.
Before bloodline suppression occurs, neither side will know whether the other's level is higher than their own.
When two demons meet, they often judge the strength of the other party through blood demon arts and combat power, and thus estimate the amount of blood given by Muzan.
The evil ghost said: "I have been with Master Muzan for many years. You are the blond human who appeared recently. Could it be that archer from the Demon Slayer Corps? It seems that you have fallen into the ranks of cannibals. I thought you were so strong-willed - eh!"
He let out a scream, his heart seemed to be clenched by a hand, and blood oozed unconsciously from his eyes. Only then did he realize that this young man who had just become a cannibal was probably stronger than himself.
Did Lord Muzan actually give me so much blood? I really can't accept it!
The evil ghost who had lived for hundreds of years noticed that Suzuki Kawa did not kill him immediately, and thought he was Gu Ji Wuzan.
At the same time, he, who claimed to be a well-known and capable subordinate of Muzan, was unwilling to be humiliated by a young man. Malice appeared in his eyes, which were constantly oozing blood, but it was well concealed.
His chest heaved rapidly, and he suddenly stretched out his hand to attack the old woman whom he had just thrown away because of the severe pain.
Suzuki Kawa frowned as he watched, and immediately activated a higher level of blood suppression, but the evil ghost was so angry that he risked all his blood vessels bursting, and forcibly cut open Grandma Suzuki's skin and dripped the ghost blood in.
The system screamed silently: [Why is he targeting the elderly?!]
Suzuki Kawa pursed his lips, raised his hand, seemed to have grabbed something in the air, and then threw his hand away.
The ghost was thrown away by him and fell to the ground, his body covered in blood and flesh, twitching constantly.
"Will a dying person see the flame of the soul?" The young man murmured softly. He didn't feel any pain when he stepped on the gravel road. There were a few traces of blood on the surface of the broken stones. He walked up to the motionless Grandma Suzuki.
System tension: [When the ghost's head fell to the ground at the door, this ghost suddenly appeared and instantly broke Grandma Suzuki's neck.]
Suzuki Kawa squatted down and looked at the skin that was scratched by the ghost. The old man who had just spoken to him with a serious face had now turned into a body that was about to turn into a ghost.
The boy lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.
There was not even a single person in the yard, but the atmosphere became increasingly tense, and the system hesitated and did not dare to speak.
After a moment, Suzuki Kawa finally made up his mind. He stretched out his hand, and sharp nails appeared at the end of his originally slender fingers. He grasped the old man's neck, and the skin under his palm had begun to turn gray and green. Soon, he would become the lowest-level cannibal.
The sharp claws pierced the blood vessels in his throat. There was no expression on Suzuki Kawa's face, but the system felt that the boy seemed a little sad.
"Yokohama is a dangerous place, and many people die every day."
"Sometimes, the kids in my class who were playing with me the day before would die in some inexplicable supernatural event the next day."
“I accepted death at a very young age.”
A steady stream of ghost blood poured into the blood vessels deep in his throat and rushed directly to his heart. Suzuki Kawa spoke, his tone becoming a little more depressed.
He said: "Accept the death of your companions, accept the death of your loved ones, accept the collapse and disappearance of everything you care about, and finally accept your own death."
Ye Mo Zhengdao once said that there is no death that a sorcerer will not regret.
Before becoming a sorcerer, Suzuki Kawa was a psychic, or to be more precise, he was first and foremost himself.
He was born on a night in Yokohama when gunfire rang out and waves crashed into the harbor.
Like many teenagers, he is enthusiastic and full of vigor, with endless energy. However, due to the influence of his surroundings since childhood, he has never thought about studying hard. Instead, he wants to do bad things and expand his territory.
When he was about to enter junior high school, he fell in love with reading comics. Compared with the densely packed text in novels, the thrilling comic strips fascinated him more.
Suzuki Kawa thought that if he was going to die one day, he had to die with understanding, let everyone know about his death, and he couldn't die in vain, he had to do something.
The corpse lying under the eaves began to change. Grandma Suzuki's skin gradually became less loose, the wrinkles on her face disappeared, and the white hair at her temples was replaced by black hair.
Suzuki Kawa sat next to the corpse, looking up at the moon. There was a pungent smell of vampire blood in the yard, but he could let the system block his sense of smell.
"I found that I could accept my own death, but I couldn't accept the death of others." Suzuki Kawa raised one leg and supported his cheek, his voice carrying a barely perceptible hint of confusion.
The system comforted him: [The life of the Demon Slayer Corps is originally about death and survival.]
The boy frowned and began to think about the origin of this idea.
He looked down at his sharp nails that he had not yet retracted. The tips were an ominous black, and even the finger bones had a darker color.
"Maybe it's because, compared to before, there is a second option, and I can bear the consequences of this choice." He turned his head and looked at Grandma Suzuki, who had almost returned to her early twenties.
Demon Slayer Corps...
Suzuki Kawa closed his eyes, and the image of Yan Sheng performing the breathing sword technique flashed through his mind. If the breathing sword technique brought by Yunyi could be spread, the era of the Demon Slayer Corps surviving and resisting would be over, and from then on, the Demon Slayer Corps and the man-eating demons would compete against each other.
Unfortunately, he was on the cannibal side.
[Ding——Mission progress 60%! ]
【The task list has been opened, please check it in time! 】
[Mandatory tasks have been activated! Please complete them promptly! If the completion rate is less than 50%, the task will be considered failed!]
The electronic sound played in a loop, Suzuki Kawa raised his eyebrows, and the system happily opened the light screen for him to see.
"I'm already 60, it will probably be over soon." Suzuki Kawa muttered.
He clicked on the big words on the light screen, and the task list appeared before him.
The top box is particularly eye-catching, with four big words marked on it: [Mandatory Task].
After reading it, Suzuki Kawa frowned, and the system read it with him, and was also silent at this time.
[Mandatory Mission: Crescent Moon's Sorrow (crossed out) — AAA Infinite City Limited Cultural Company Plan]
[Please gather all twelve crescent moon ghosts. There is no ranking order, and no matter who is alive or dead, please gather all twelve crescent moon ghosts.]
[Current progress: 1.5/12]
"If I understand correctly, this 12 refers to 12 ghosts," Suzuki Chuan said in a gloomy tone, "Can you explain what this 1.5 means?"
Half Moon Ghost? ?
If the system had a physical body, it would be frantically wiping the sweat from its forehead at this moment.
What if I say that this 1.5 refers to you at 0.9 and Grandma Suzuki at 0.6...?
After a brief silence, Suzuki Kawa let out a "Huh?" and pointed at himself: "Me, 0.9?"
System: [Yes.]
[But don't worry, as long as you complete 50%, you can recruit about six strong subordinates. Then, do the math. You count yourself as one, Granny Suzuki next to you as one, and doesn't Yan Sheng count as one?]
[So! All you need to do is find three lackeys!] the system yelled.
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