Chapter 259

The battle began at dusk.

After all the deployments were completed, according to the plan, the members of the Demon Slayer Corps deliberately sold a broken silk to the vicinity of the previously identified source of information about the jade pot.

In order to ensure the authenticity of the plan, the team members did the cleanup work very seriously on the way back. Only in this way could Muzan Muzan truly believe the flaws that the Demon Slayer Corps has revealed in the past few months.

I sat alone in the courtyard, looking at the increasingly faint mark on my face in the mirror. This mark had appeared on the day when Mr. Kyojuro broke the curse of my early death, and now it had faded to this extent - even if I kept trying, would it eventually be this time soon?

My vines extended outward, and after a long period of growth, they covered most of the headquarters. The ends of my hair had buds, and some would inevitably fall off when I was tired, and then under the sunlight, they naturally grew everywhere.

This also makes my perception quite broad.

So, when the crisis was approaching, I could already sense that unusual atmosphere.

I carefully arranged my clothes.

I didn't wear the Demon Slayer Corps uniform, but instead wore a skirt made of the same special fabric as the Demon Slayer Corps' uniforms, which made it very convenient to move around.

I put Kyojuro-san's haori neatly in place and waited quietly.

A few seconds later, a huge, explosive roar resounded in the night sky, and the destructive and murderous aura illuminated the entire courtyard with a blue-green light. I stood up all of a sudden, only to feel that the entire ground was shaking and trembling.

——As expected, it was just as Komaji said. Muku's first choice was definitely not me who couldn't be eaten directly, but Komaji himself who had gained the ability to walk under the sun.

My heart tightened involuntarily. I know Komaji is very strong, and this is indeed part of the plan, but Muzan Muzan is not an easy person to deal with. In order to complete the first step of the plan, Komaji is very dangerous. If necessary, it is necessary to use more extreme methods to deliver the drug into Muzan Muzan's body.

I walked down a few steps from the wooden corridor and stepped barefoot on the dirt of the courtyard - I told myself, don't be nervous, it's okay.

Suddenly, there was a very light touch on the vines on the roof, and something fell down.

Turning back suddenly, I saw a woman with a great figure under the moonlight. She was dressed quite lightly, with a pink ribbon wrapped around her waist. The ribbon was embroidered with many of the same patterns as the ones on her face. The ends of her white hair floating in the air had a hint of green.

But what caught my attention first were the characters engraved in her pupils, which were the same color as her hair - Upper Four.

She is the former Upper Six and current Upper Four - Dakime.

"Hey, Master Wu Bu is here to catch a weakling like this?" She looked down at me with contempt, and it seemed that she took a breath to recognize my identity. "Compared to last time, it seems to be even more boring - Master Wu Bu said that you are neither a man nor a woman, and you are both a man and a woman, which is really unpleasant."

I frowned. Aren't you and I, who are brothers and sisters and can merge into one body, of the same nature?

Or was it because of the similarities between her and me that made her unhappy?

"We are really helpless - do we really need to be so cautious when dealing with someone like you?"

As soon as she finished speaking, I felt a pain in my neck.

Because I had adapted to the erosive force of the "streaks" in recent days, I was no longer that sensitive to pain, so when there was only a cut on my neck, I didn't even realize that I was injured.

It was not until I heard another voice next to my ear that I suddenly realized what Daki meant by "caution".

"Since Lord Wuwu has suffered losses before, it's natural that he needs to be cautious." Daki's brother, Jifutaro, was not in Daki's body at all. Instead, he had sneaked into this place as another individual from the beginning.

I felt my body go limp, and instantly realized that the injury was poisonous.

The prostitute Taro had no patience for anyone other than his sister. I lost my strength and fell straight to the ground. The soft and wet ground did not make me feel too uncomfortable.

Is this a demon toxin? But with my characteristics, even Douma, the second-rank upper rank demon, and even a demon with special toxin-related abilities can't do anything to me - not to mention that at that time I was not in a state closer to a plant like I am now...

But, but——Why, I just feel like the blood in my body is boiling. What kind of toxin is this? It actually has such power!

I can feel my consciousness and the existence of every part of my body, even the buds at the end of my hair.

But I just didn't have the strength, as if I was suffering from sleep paralysis. It seemed like I could wake up if I tried hard, but it seemed impossible.

I focused on my body, trying to break down the toxins as quickly as possible, but the progress was slow.

The operation plan had just begun, but something unexpected happened to me.

"As expected of you, Lord Wuwu. You found your weakness so easily." I was lying on the ground with a low view. I could only see the feet and legs of Daji falling from a height. She didn't even bother to bend down to look at me. Instead, she stepped on my head with one foot, as if she was not satisfied. "How does it feel to not be able to use that blue shield you are so proud of? We can still control it."

I'm really sure that I've never met Daki face to face, so why would she be so hostile towards me - is she jealous of my beauty?

Not clear.

"I really don't understand why Lord Douma would die at the hands of someone like you." She said this with a look of dissatisfaction, and stomped her feet a few more times with even more force.

It turns out that it was because of Douma.

I just remembered that it was Douma who turned Daki and Kifutaro into demons. So, for these two brothers and sisters, Douma was the benefactor who gave them a new life and a chance to survive.

And I might be one of the key figures who was able to hold Douma back and kill him that night——

No wonder, no wonder Daki has such a deep grudge against me.

This is not an ordinary girl. With the strength of Dakimaki's upper string, there is absolutely no problem in blowing her head off. If Muzan Muzan didn't want to keep me, or wanted to keep a complete me, this kick wouldn't be enough to finish it.

As for the humiliation of being stepped on like this in the secular sense?

Actually, I don’t have one, because I can’t reincarnate as a human every time, especially when I’m still a flower. The flowering period is only two or three days a year. The rest of the time, I’m like a weed or a seed, being stepped on by people. I’ve long been accustomed to it.

What I am more curious about and what I want to know more is where this ability that paralyzes me to the point of being unable to move comes from.

"Look at this face, aren't you willing?" The straps on Daki's body were wrapped around my neck, lifting me up. Looking at the expression on my face that showed me enduring the toxins in my body, she seemed pleased. "This face of yours should be filled with pain and struggle."

I ignored what Daki said, and instead magnified my perception, using the power of the blue red spider lily that I left in other people's bodies to share their vision.

As long as this ability remains, my healing power will be activated passively and will not be affected by this unknown toxin in my body.

I breathed a sigh of relief. As long as this ability is still there, it is enough.

"Hey, what's with that disgusting expression on your face?" Duji frowned and pinched my chin with her long, pointed hands. "Give me pain!"

She pressed hard with her fingers, and her fingertips scratched my skin a little. A drop of blood flowed down her nails. I looked at the drop of blood flowing down, and suddenly it was like a joint in my brain was opened up.

Poison - poison is of no use.

As a special plant, no matter whether it is ordinary poison or toxins created by ghosts, they are useless to me.

Even most ghosts are a kind of nourishment to me.

That’s right, nutrients—absorbing nutrients.

The blood in my body was boiling, I felt very uncomfortable, all my blood vessels were hot and painful, but my core was not hurt, and even the healing power could be used smoothly.

There is only one explanation -

This is not a poison, but a tonic.

In fact, I had such an experience before, that time when I swallowed Douma alive, but the reaction that time was not as intense as this one, and there was no other harm inflicted on me, so I didn't react for a while.

I opened my mouth tremblingly and said slowly in a hoarse voice: "What you just injected into me was Muzan Muzan's blood."

I don't have any questions. Only when I am sure enough can their reactions give me the answers.

With a "slap" sound, I felt a burst of pain on my face, and even my neck twitched after being hit off-center. Daji's slap really wanted to knock my head off, "Who allowed you to call Master Wuwu by his name?!"

This reaction seems to be a win.

And it's probably just ordinary Muzan Muzan's blood, which should have been processed by him personally - maybe purified, or maybe in some other way.

My whole body was stagnant from this instinctive digestion.

There's no way. This is the body's instinctive way of self-preservation, especially Muzan Muzan's blood - if I can't digest it well and completely.

I myself would become a ghost.

Become a vassal of Muzan Kibutsuji.

This is something I cannot accept no matter what.