Chapter 038 High School Student Misery

"Ms. Tamayo." A soft female voice sounded, and Tamayo, who was concentrating on the experiment, raised her head and looked towards the door.

Shinobu Kocho stood at the door with a smile on her face and a few freshly produced experimental materials in her hands.

She walked in, her eyes full of joy, and handed the data to Tamayo: "The results this time are very successful. I think we just need to do a few more experiments to confirm the safety of the drug, and then it will be a real success."

Speaking of this, even Shinobu Kocho, who had been trying to suppress her emotions, couldn't help but show some excitement.

Although she was very unhappy at first knowing that she had to cooperate with a ghost, since it was the order of the lord, she would not resist.

The relationship between doctors is always simple. At least Shinobu Kocho believes that the Tamayo in front of her is indeed different from other demons, and she possesses real skills accumulated over hundreds of years.

Their collaboration has greatly accelerated the progress of drug research. Both Tamayo and the Demon Slayer Corps are looking forward to finding a drug that can turn demons back into humans.

Of course, they don't spend the whole day immersed in research. At least as a human, Kocho Shinobu still needs to eat.

So sometimes, while waiting for the data, they would sit down and have a cup of tea together.

Shinobu Kocho looked at the ghost in front of her, and the smile on her face was quite genuine. If ghosts existed like this, then what her sister expected might be possible.

As we chatted, we inevitably talked about that miserable counterpart who suddenly appeared.

A weak, ordinary person, so cruel, appeared in everyone's sight.

"He's not a good person either." Shinobu Kocho's smile faded a little, and her voice became a little flatter. It was obvious that she really disliked this man.

Tamayo agreed, and after some hesitation, she said, "But he is a little different from Muzan Kibutsuji Mukuro. I could feel that he was more patient when I was drawing his blood."

She had also been with Muzan Muzan before and knew his character. If it were Muzan Muzan, he would probably only turn around and run away if he truly felt death.

Endure? With a merciless character, putting oneself in a difficult position is the worst choice.

And to be honest, the blood she drew from the other person that day also helped them a lot. It can be said that the medicine was developed based on this and Mizuko's blood.

Shinobu Kocho frowned slightly. She felt that the other party was like a poisonous snake hiding in the bushes, who knew how to hide and maneuver, and no one knew when he would come out and bite someone.

He even dared to take Mizuko away. Who knows what he wanted to do.

After the Demon Slayer Corps received the news, Lady Amane spoke on behalf of the lord and asked them to research the medicine as soon as possible and bring it to Mizuko in a few days.

I don't know why, but I always feel vaguely uneasy in my heart. They haven't been summoned by the lord for a long time, even at such a critical moment.

And what kind of trap will they face in a few days? Thinking of this, Butterfly squeezed the teacup harder and harder.

Shinobu Kocho came to her senses when she felt a cool temperature on her hand. It was Tamayo who gently covered her hand.

"Don't worry, haven't we already discussed this? No matter what, this time, we will definitely end everything."

Her firm tone and calm demeanor made Shinobu Kocho feel a little more at ease. This feeling was just as reassuring as having an older sister.

Tamayo looked at Shinobu Kocho who was at ease and smiled as she replaced the cracked teacup for her.

When she lowered her eyes, she was hiding the worry in her eyes. When she and Yushiro were brought to the Demon Slayer Corps, she had a conversation with the Demon Slayer Corps leader, Uzumaki Yoya.

Such a plan is indeed a bit crazy and does not seem like something a decent guild would do, but if it succeeds, it will not harm anyone.

She placed the cup of tea in front of Shinobu Kocho. The hot tea sobered her up. No matter what, she could only do the best she could.

I hope that Wuyun will really walk into the path that Uzumaki Yoya has woven for him.

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"Ache!"

Chidori rubbed her nose and wondered what happened just now. Did she catch a cold yesterday?

"Someone must be scolding you behind your back." Douma said lazily, swinging his legs and looking in a good mood.

Chidori ignored him. He didn't believe such things. If it was true, he would have been scolded to death behind his back.

"Why haven't you come yet? You are not kidding me, are you?" Chidori tightened her feather woven and stared at Douma suspiciously.

Yesterday he asked Douma to contact the Upper Ranks, and the other party readily agreed, saying that they would directly call him the Upper Rank One.

After all, the losses at Yoshiwara Upper Rank were quite heavy, and the replacement Doumas were not familiar to him and he looked down upon them.

"Of course I will come. Lord Kokushibo is very angry with those who disrupt Lord Mu-han's plans. And he hates me too. He won't let me go if he can kill me openly this time."

Douma said happily that he used to like to provoke these colleagues, but he actually knew very well that they hated him, but so what.

Not to mention that perhaps because he was once a samurai, Kokushibo pays special attention to the rules between superiors and subordinates, and considers himself to be Muhei's most trusted and capable subordinate.

So under Douma's provocation, Kokushibo, who thinks he is powerful, will definitely come.

Chidori reluctantly believed Douma's words. They are still in the Eternal Paradise, just a branch.

He actually didn't have much time to prepare, because Mizuko seemed to be getting more and more uneasy recently, even though Chienen had tried his best to comfort her.

Mizuko is the best card he has in his hand, and there must be no problem no matter what, otherwise he will waste time coaxing the children after he is full.

Just when Chidori was getting impatient and was about to go back, Douma stopped waving his fan and looked up at a place not far away.

He followed Douma's line of sight and saw the tall samurai standing out in the night. His attire was no different from that of the swordsmen in the Demon Slayer Corps. The only thing worth mentioning was the six eyes on his face.

So ugly! Chidori swallowed back the words that were about to come out of his mouth. So he didn’t like ghosts very much. Their appearance alone was not pleasing to the eye.

"Ah, you've come at the perfect time, Lord Kokushibo." Douma smiled and waved to greet him.

Kokushibo did not respond to Douma, but just looked at Chidori beside him.

Of course he didn't come here today on his own initiative, Muzan Kibutsuji Murei was also with him, and he must have wanted to know what Chidori was trying to do.

Chidori did not smile this time. Since everyone knew what kind of person Wuwu was, he was too lazy to pretend to be gentle anymore. He was a little tired of pretending to be gentle in order to coax Nezuko these days.

"Kuroshibo?" Chidori repeated the name slowly, tilted her head and asked in confusion: "Tsugaku Iwakatsu, if you change your name, will Tsugaku Enishi agree?"

At first he really didn't know who Kokushibo was, but when he saw them he realized that they were a pair of brothers who were very famous in his world.

Tsugumi Yuichi is a kendo genius who can be heard of on TV even without asking around. Tsugumi Iwakatsu seems to be working as a bodyguard, and his current employer is Ubuyashiki Munehashi.

The reason why this pair of brothers became famous is that Ji Guoyuan would always mention his elder brother in every interview, with an expression of admiration and longing.

However, as an employer, Chidori knew that Tsugumi Iwakatsu didn't like his younger brother.

For example, now, upon hearing this name, Kokushibo's aura became noticeably more suppressed, with a subtle hint of murderous intent.

Not only that, Douma next to him shuddered, Chidori looked over in confusion, and Douma smiled and explained that it was the memory of Lord Mubu.

Chidori guessed something from it and frowned slightly. He was really getting more and more confused about Muzan Muzan.

No matter how timid you are, you should not show it. Even your subordinates can sense it and it would be too embarrassing.

No matter how scared he was, he would only show it when he was alone. Otherwise, it would be easy for someone to catch him and hand him over to Ubuyashiki Yoshiya.

"Fate died a long time ago, and now the only one who exists in this world is me."

Kokushibo finally spoke, his voice clear and drawn out, his words carefully chosen with the intimidating tone of an old-time era.

"Really?" Chidori still smiled, but his smile was full of ridicule. He walked up to Kokushibo and patted his shoulder. "But you still look very scared of Tsuchikokuenichi."

Seeing the expressionless ghost showing obvious murderous intent, Chidori smiled with satisfaction. He really liked to see these people or ghosts break down because of his words. It was really interesting.

But since we are acquaintances, it will be easier to handle.

He didn't care whether Muzan Muzan was watching or not. He just raised his head and approached Kokushibo, saying softly, "I also want to be a demon king. Kokushibo, are you willing to join me?"

Of course, these words were heard by more than just Kokushibo. Whether it was the enraged Muneshige or the surprised Douma, they had no idea that this person actually thought like this.

Kokushibo stood there in a daze. It wasn't that he didn't want to react, but the Wulan who was controlling him was obviously in an unstable mood.

The only thought left in his mind was to kill him, the man who tried to stop him.

But the next second, Chidori raised her hands and covered Kokushibo's ears with both hands. Although she was a human, the temperature of her hands was cold.

"Don't listen to others, just listen to me." He ordered in a deep voice, with unclear emotions in his rose-red eyes that became more and more gorgeous in the dark night, "I can give you what you want."

He smiled, and Kokushibo could clearly see the malice and happiness that appeared on his pale face.

"Don't you want to, really, kill Ji Guoyuanyi with your own hands?"

His words were soft, but they made Kokushibo feel as if he was being entangled by a poisonous snake. The cold scales slid across his skin, and the tail wrapped around his neck tightened little by little as he spoke.

The hands were still placed by the ears, but as the temperature of the demon grew colder, the frozen Kokushibo stood there, staring at the other party as if stunned.

Douma frowned, his figure flashed, and followed by a blade draped over the place where Chidori originally stood.

Kokushibo's attack caused a large pile of dust to rise on the ground, and Chidori closed her eyes and held her breath.

When the smoke cleared, Kokushibo's figure had disappeared.

Chidori didn't react much. He knew that Kokushibo had heard what he said, and all he had to do was wait.

"Oh my, this is the first time I see Lord Kokushibo like this." Douma hugged Chidori, lowered his head and whispered in his ear with a smile, while rolling Chidori's seaweed-like hair with his hands.

Chidori pushed him away in disgust, frowned at the gray stain on her feathers, turned around and wanted to go back, then she heard Douma behind her say: "If you want to be the Demon King, why don't you come to me first? I'd be happy to do it."

Douma's voice still contained a smile, as if there was no difference from usual, but Chidori knew that this was a test from Douma.

Chidori didn't even turn her head and answered without hesitation: "No, I really hate the idea of ​​evil spirits."

A being that can't even fully control its appetite is simply incompletely evolved. He hates idiots, hates waste, and thinks ghosts are just animals.

But what cannot be denied is that ghosts are indeed very powerful, so powerful that people covet them.