Chapter 251

My eyes went completely dark. At this time, it should be at least two hours before the sun rises.

And in my current situation, I definitely can't wait until that time.

"Cough cough cough——" The instinct to survive made me take back all the power scattered outside into my body. While the absorbed ghosts were destroying my body structure, I was repairing it at the same time.

When I was bending, I felt someone picked me up.

It's a familiar smell, Mr. Komaji...

This was probably my last consciousness, and the next moment I completely lost all perception of the outside world.

Perhaps it is an unconscious self-protection after the body has reached its limit, or perhaps it is due to some other, more complicated reason.

I didn't lose consciousness, I just lost my senses. Just like a person whose five senses are blocked will have their own little world, or to put it more simply, I felt like I fell into a dream.

Just like the previous short and strange dream, the pure white space was endless and seemed to hurt the eyes.

This time no one could wake me up, and my five senses were blocked, making me completely unable to perceive anything about the outside world.

——"Mr. Qing..."

The sound is so far away, is it my illusion?

"Mr. Qing!"

It's definitely not an illusion!

I looked back and far away, I seemed to see a black dot.

No, it's not a black spot, it's a person.

In such an infinitely stretching pure white space, the sudden appearance of a living creature made me extremely excited, and I hurried forward with a few steps.

It was clearly a long distance away, and when I turned back just now, I only saw a black dot. But the magical thing was that before I ran a few steps, I was suddenly standing very close to the person opposite me, almost face to face.

It is so glorious.

As expected, is he also in a coma?

Is this a connected dream, or... my own imagination?

It was a difficult boundary to distinguish, so I squatted down. His complexion was very good, much better than when we separated before. The pale lips and blue eyes that shouldn't have appeared at such a young age were gone.

"Hui Li Zai, why are you here?" I touched his head.

But when he raised his hand, he found that his palm was dirty, with dust, dirt and blood.

The spiritual body exists by relying on the physical body.

Whatever my body is like, my spirit will naturally be reflected in it.

Kaoruya's small hand grasped my wrist and examined it carefully. In fact, the wound was gone, and only some marks were left.

I am thankful that such a spiritual being does not feel pain. Perhaps it is due to the characteristics of dreams. Otherwise, I would not be able to have such a natural conversation with Huiliya, or even to perform such large movements naturally.

For me now, such quick movements and squatting are considered large-scale.

"It happened suddenly, and Kaoriya and I don't know the reason." The person who spoke was not Kaoriya. My sight passed through Kaoriya and extended to see two other wooden clogs behind him. I looked up along the direction of his clothes and it was indeed Mr. Uzumaki.

So, did he suddenly fall into coma and was dragged here?

I looked at the palm of my hand.

This is my world, without a doubt.

But at the same time, it is a world that is not under my control. It is a world that will pull me and the people connected by my power into this world when danger strikes.

Mr. Ubuyashiki's body couldn't hold on any longer, so he was pulled in; Horiya was too young, and he had to take over half of the Demon Slayer Corps' work arrangements not long after the curse was lifted. At the same time, he had been suffering from insomnia for a longer time than Mr. Ubuyashiki, so his health was actually in danger.

However, because they are in tune with my spirit, when I stay awake for a long time with a strong consciousness, it can have such a clear impact on them.

Normally, this kind of power would be consumed by the curse on their bodies, but because I have to help them nourish their bodies, the power that stimulates their nerves will be effective for a longer period of time.

These are roughly the same, but who would construct such a pure world?

A light bulb went off in my head. The only person who can move and build freely in my world is me...

It's me, but it's not mine.

I knew in my heart that the pistil - only the pistil that was my half could do this.

But my pistil never fully grew.

During the initial development, my pistil did not have time to transform and merge with me, so Muzan Muzan killed me at that time.

So, the part of my soul that was the pistil was lost, and I never really got it back.

The boundaries of my abilities are very narrow, not least because I am missing half of my body.

Now - the pistil is building a consciousness space for me. Is it because she has come to my side without my knowledge?

Who is it? Who is it?

Just when I was trying frantically to recall something, I suddenly felt a chill behind my ears.

I instinctively pulled Kaoriya over and held him in my arms.

Mr. Umayashiki put one hand on my shoulder and grabbed something sharp with the other hand, probably at a speed that was smoother than he had ever seen in his life.

His blood dripped onto my face. I immediately adjusted my posture, pushed Huiliya behind me, and turned around to look while maintaining a half-squatting position.

Long white hair, limbs and lower body covered in blood and hair, a huge mouth with sharp teeth growing all over the body - Muzan Muzuki Muzuki, without any camouflage, directly projected his demon body.

The tentacle spikes he carried were grasped by Mr. Uzumaki in his hand.

My pupils shrank, and I immediately realized that things might not be as simple as I imagined, or that the explanation of the concept of "need" was not simple.

Apart from the Ubuyashiki father and son, the only one who had a large amount of my power that was not digested flowing in his body was Muzan Muzan.

Of course, Mr. Komaji also has my power in his body, but unlike the Umayashiki father and son who need to store a certain amount of my power and cannot completely purify the "root", and unlike the vigilant Muzan Muzan, Mr. Komaji will not force all of my power into a corner of his body and suppress it. Instead, he lets it flow smoothly in his body, and under the effect of Ms. Tamayo's medicine, a balance is achieved.

The power of the pistil may be able to transform Muzan Kibutsuji Muzan, who has not seen the sun for thousands of years and remains a pure ghost, into a critically ill person in need of treatment.

During the short sleep before, it was impossible to pull the powerful Muzan Muzan into the spiritual world. But now, when I was about to lose consciousness, Muzan Muzan was finally forcibly pulled in by the pistil that was possessed and perhaps only slightly conscious.

I couldn't sense much of the pistil's aura, which meant that the pistil could not be in its complete state on my body, so I naturally couldn't communicate with her.

I thought of the emotions I had seen through Douma's colorful eyes before, the unique spirit of Muzan Muzan.

I know that he must have been able to see the battle until just now.

But now - the spiritual world constructed by the pistil, even my half body cannot easily break through. If an outsider is pulled in, he must have extraordinary abilities. Before I wake up and create a loophole to leave, no one can leave.

What a pity! If I had noticed it earlier, I might have been able to use this incident to cause a huge flaw in Muzan Muzan.

But after this time, whether I can survive is one thing. The power of mine that is suppressed by Muzan Muzan’s body is going to completely pull him over, and I’m afraid all my strength has been used up.

Even if there is still some left, only a very small part is left.

Will be completely suppressed by Muzan Muzan's mighty power.

"Kizuru Muzan, it's been only a short time since we last met, and you've become so vicious already?" I mocked him mercilessly. In this spiritual world, the concept of "death" does not exist.

Ultimately, this is an incomplete healing space.

I saw that after Muzan Kibutsuji Musou pulled back his tentacles, Mr. Omayashiki's fingers were smooth, without any scratches or even a trace of blood.

The ground was pure white, as if nothing could color this space of consciousness.

To say that he is a wolf is not a physical one, but a mental one. Look at his bulging veins, he doesn't look like a steady person at all.

His sharp fangs were exposed. "Wolf? Isn't that you?"

Muzan Kibutsuji looked at this side provocatively, his eyebrows raised, "You, are about to die."

This made Kaoriya, who had been holding onto the hem of my skirt, clench his hands, but he didn't say anything in a hurry, nor did he show any mischief on his face.

Good concentration.

"Death? If I really die, wouldn't it be you who would be in trouble?" I was not panicking. Life and death were too common for me. Of course I didn't want to die. I finally had a chance to break the cycle of fate, but I was not afraid. "You, do you plan to live for another hundred years? A thousand years?"

"Mr. Komaji has already achieved what you have always dreamed of. The demon who escaped from your hands has earned the right to walk under the sun." I said provocatively.

Sure enough, the mysterious aura on Muzan Muzan's nails became heavier.

"Impossible." He pressed out these words from between his teeth, but he was not as sure in his heart as he said.

I licked my lips. "You can watch, see from Douma's eyes, where Mr. Komaji will stand after the sun comes out. You can see that his power has not weakened, but has become stronger. This is because of me..." I put my right hand in front of my chest, and the four fingertips pressed on the lace edge of my dress, "The power of the blue spider lily."

Even in this world, Muzan Kibutsuji has the ability to maintain a weak connection with other demons who have a high concentration of his demon blood.

Douma is one of them.

As long as he can use his own power to keep Douma alive, his shattered body that is being absorbed by me will fight against my power, thereby slowing down the speed of my instinctive absorption.

Maybe I can hold on until the sun comes out.

"How does it feel to have something that is within your grasp slip away from your hands?" I tilted my head and continued to stimulate him. The more intense his spirit is, the stronger his power will be able to influence the outside world. Muzan Muzan should have realized that his attacks here would not count, so he did not attack. The four of us - two humans, one demon and one flower - unexpectedly calmed down in such a strange way. "Do you know... you actually had the opportunity to become the "perfect creature" you mentioned from the very beginning by eliminating only your weaknesses."

I hinted at him and tried to hook my hair with my fingers, but I realized that I didn't have the same half-length black hair as when I was outside. My hair was too short to hook with my fingers. I felt awkward for a moment, and I pulled my fingers on my earlobe to get over it. "Don't you think about it yourself? My power is purest, but also weakest and most divided."

Muzan Kibutsuji Muzan seemed to realize something, and his shrunken pupils trembled violently.

oh?

Already thought of it?

"That's right. It was when I just transformed, in that yard, in that pharmacy. You killed me with your own hands and threw me on the ground." I couldn't help but laugh out loud. The mockery was instantly overwhelming, and its power was no less than when someone called him weak. "Hahahahahahaha - you didn't expect that such a simple opportunity, such a perfect opportunity, was let go by yourself. Even if you had listened to what I said one more word at that time, you would have known it. But you seem to have become deaf and stupid."

In fact, if he could be a little more patient, my teacher would have given him a body like that of a normal person. He would only need to be able to walk in the sun.

It was his own brutality that destroyed him.

Muzan Kibutsuji Musou... in the thousand years that you've been alive, you don't deserve the slightest sympathy.

"Too stupid, your brain is only the size of an almond. You only have a heart that is always evil, but you don't have the ability and brain to match it. After accumulating countless sins, do you really think you can escape?" I lowered my tone and my eyes turned cold. Looking at his eyes that were about to burst, I felt a kind of exciting pleasure.

He looked like he was going to eat me. "Shut up, you shut up!"

I sneered. His current state was perfect for me. "Kibutsuji Mumu, you are right about one thing. I am indeed going to die. Tell me... can you get me before I die and complete your plan?"

"Or do you want to take those ridiculous dreams of yours and bury them with me?"