Chapter 037 High School Student Misery
“Douma!!!”
A roar sounded in the Infinite City, and the pressure from the Ghost King made all the ghosts in the Infinite City tremble.
The girl paused while playing the instrument, and finally she knelt on the ground, her mouth tightly shut and she dared not speak.
The experimental table in front of Muzan Kibutsuji Muren in the middle had already shattered, and various equipment fell to the ground and broke into pieces.
The furious man had veins bulging on one hand, and he covered his face to suppress his emotions. His ghostly pupils became more and more obvious, and he almost looked like he was trying to control the evil on his face.
He just received Douma's memory. He had never looked at it on purpose before, but it was obvious that what he had just received was the memory that he had deliberately let Douma show him.
It turned out that the day after they agreed to cooperate, the man had already prepared a plan to betray him.
They even took Mizuko away. Are the Demon Slayers dead?! They couldn't find him for so many years, and they let a demon get away!
Now that this has happened, he originally thought that he had lost three upper strings, and that guy would definitely behave himself.
But he didn't expect that this person didn't care at all, and even took what he wanted most and used him like a chess piece.
He has been the Ghost King for a thousand years, and except for the time when he inherited the throne, he has never fallen into such a dire situation.
But now he really has no other choice. The other party does not even hide his intention to prepare a trap, because his bait is indeed tempting enough.
And he thought that the Demon Slayer Corps would definitely not let go of this opportunity. After all, didn't that group of people think about killing him every day?
Okay, let him see who will be the final winner.
Absolute strength is the key to victory. No matter what conspiracies or tricks there are, he will tear them all apart.
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There are many followers of the Eternal Paradise Sect, so it is not difficult to convey the message to the Demon Slayer Corps through them.
Although we don't know what's going on over there, the members of the Demon Slayer Corps have obviously reduced the frequency of their patrols, and the appearances of demons have also become increasingly rare.
Chidori only raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard the news. He had already changed into a new set of clothes. It was a peony feather weave embroidered with gold thread. It was gorgeous and luxurious, and it fit him perfectly.
Although the clothes of the Demon Slayer Corps are good, it is obviously impossible for them to be particularly good. Even the clothes used by Uzumaki Kōya are not the best. After all, as the lord, he still needs to have some spare clothes.
But Douma is different. This church has existed for a long time, and the wealth it has accumulated over the years is to the extent that even he would be surprised if he knew about it.
Since the conditions are met, Chidori will not compromise himself and will use the best of everything. After all, this is what he has always done in his own world.
Douma, on the other hand, smiled and allowed Chidori to use everything in the Eternal Paradise without any intention of objecting.
Apparently, he was very satisfied with Chidori's unexpected decision, and even went to personally prepare and arrange the venue for the so-called decisive battle.
Wu Bei has long been unable to completely control him, Chidori's control over demons is no less than that of others, and he is obviously jealous of the moody Douma.
Who knows if this person will happily agree at this moment and raise his hand to kill them the next second.
Knowing his thoughts, Douma blinked, but still didn't say anything. The Lord Wupo in front of him was obviously such a person.
But he felt that perhaps in another world, his relationship with this tragic person was unexpectedly good.
After all, Muzan Muzan would usually dislike him from time to time and even pinch his head, but most of the time this guy would just look away silently, apparently having gotten used to his style.
For example, now, he ran to find Chidori with two plates with slightly different patterns, opened the door but did not go in.
The scene before him was indeed worthy of being painted. A nobleman in gorgeous feather robes was sitting on a swing in the garden, his eyes lowered, his features handsome and gentle.
The beautiful girl lay on his lap, her long, soft hair held in his hand, and she also raised her head to look at him.
The two looked at each other, and the shade of the tree just happened to cover them, just like a demon in the shadow hiding the treasure in his arms.
It was indeed very beautiful, but he didn't go over there simply because there was inevitably sunlight in the garden.
Perhaps she noticed the person coming, Chidori raised her eyes lazily, then lowered her head as if she didn't see Douma.
His hands did not stop moving, and his movements were clean and neat, obviously showing that he was very skilled.
Mizuko held her tied hair and shook it happily. She liked this hairstyle and it seemed like flowers were popping up around it.
Chidori looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction. Fortunately, his hands were still healthy and the skills he learned from braiding the hair of several little girls were still there.
The Sanyashiki couple are actually very busy. The Sanyashiki family has a large business and they also have to strengthen their own network of contacts, so after the five children were born, he spent a lot of time helping to take care of them.
Even though there was a nanny, Sanyashiki Muhaku, who initially just wanted to do something bad, somehow became another parent for these children.
He didn't hate this feeling, after all, these children were very well-behaved, but it didn't mean he would lower his bottom line for them.
Mizuko raised her head and stared at Chidori with her head tilted. After a while, she bumped into Chidori's arms and rubbed her hard.
Chidori was stunned for a moment, then smiled, rubbed her head, and took her hand to go back.
After Mizuko was able to see the sun, he often took her out to bask in the sun, not only because of her request, but also to let Muzan Muzan see the demons standing in the sun through Douma.
After bringing Mizuko back to the house, she trudged off to look after Tanjiro, and the guy hasn't woken up yet.
In fact, the injury has almost healed, but Chidori deliberately ordered people not to wake up Tanjiro for the time being.
This brother and sister are variables, Chidori is well aware of this. Mizuko is still a bit deceptive, but it is not easy to fool Tanjiro, a stubborn good guy.
After hearing Douma's question, Chidori frowned, glanced at him, ordered a plate casually, turned around and left without intending to pay any attention to him.
He and Douma are not good friends, they are just familiar with each other. Douma is very good at taking action when it is not appropriate for him to take action.
Therefore, as long as it does not involve the bottom line, he does not care what the other party does, he just treats this guy as a child.
Three days had passed since the one week he had given. Although the location of the Eternal Paradise Cult was hidden, it could be found if one used force.
However, he has not been careless these past few days. Chidori rubbed his fingers, wondering if Ubuyashiki Yoya has woken up. He is looking forward to his big car's arrival.
"Oh, really, it was you who brought it up, but you don't seem to take it seriously at all." Douma caught up with Chidori, muttering and complaining.
Chidori didn't even look at him, and just answered casually: "There's no need to prepare anything."
He focused the attention of these two parties on himself, but he didn't intend to let them kill him. He still valued his life very much.
Perhaps it was out of reluctance, or perhaps it was the long-suppressed desire for destruction in his heart, but more importantly, he really wanted everyone to recognize his strength.
And... can he bring that thing that he doesn't know whether it exists or not into his own world?
Chidori walked while thinking, and suddenly asked: "Douma, how much do you know about the blue spider lily?"
Douma paused in his chattering, tilted his head and thought about it, and said bluntly without any intention of hiding it, "I don't think we know what it is. It only exists in legends, and maybe it doesn't exist at all."
The blue red spider lily is just the last medicinal ingredient that Wuwu got from the dead doctor. Unfortunately, there is still no news after a thousand years of searching.
Perhaps that is why Wu Po is so excited about the appearance of Mizuko. This is his first hope in a thousand years.
"What? Do you want it too? You don't seem to need it, but is it the people around you who need it?" Douma was too sensitive and asked directly.
Chidori looked at him strangely and retorted, "There are no such evil things as ghosts in my world."
As he said this, Si made no effort to hide his dislike for ghosts, and turned to walk into the restaurant to prepare for dinner.
Douma did not eat anyone during this period. After all, he still thought the person in front of him was the most interesting. A ghost with his strength would not have any problems even if he did not eat anyone for a long time.
"You're really hard to understand." Douma muttered. Even now, he couldn't figure out what this person wanted.
Chidori was sitting and eating, and every move she made was elegant and dignified. One could tell at a glance that she was raised in a large family.
Blue spider lily, is there such a thing in his world? It must be very effective to enable ghosts to truly cross species.
He chewed silently, but in his mind he was thinking whether he could find the blue spider lily, or the legendary curse.
To be honest, when he first came to this world, he just wanted to make trouble. After all, he saw familiar people and even himself in a completely different world.
Without any suppression, he would certainly be unable to resist and do something bad.
But after staying here for a long time and realizing that this is indeed a real world, he will start to think about how to gain some benefits for himself.
On the premise of saving his life, his mood is the most important thing. He had just done some terrible damage a few days ago, so now he had to collect some better things.
Unfortunately, there are still differences between different worlds. For example, in his world, Umayashiki Yoshiya is in very good health and has excellent results in his annual physical examinations.
At this rate, it is unknown how many years he will have to wait before he can truly take over the Sanyashiki family's business.
Since this world is a so-called ghost king, wouldn't it be a shame for him to be a student who follows the rules all the time?
Does he want to smile at those idiots all day long and suppress his nature and lower his head?
Chidori is no longer satisfied with attacking the Sanyashiki Kōya of this world. He wants to make the Sanyashiki Kōya of another world, his adoptive father and his teacher, die in his hospital bed.
So a few days later, not only was it the end of everything, it was also his last attempt.
No matter which world he is in, he wants to have all the power and enjoy being looked up to by the ants below.
If he can come to this world, why can't other things go back with him?
Chidori picked up the handkerchief and gently wiped her mouth, her rosy red eyes lowered with frightening madness and malice.
This alone is not enough to achieve this goal, so, my dear counterpart, you will definitely help me.
The next second, he raised his head and looked at Douma, showing a beautiful and gentle smile, and slowly said: "Douma, do you have a way to contact other ghosts? I only want the upper strings."