Demon Slayer: The Demon King is actually a weak girl?!

Mingnu pursed her lips in surprise, but lowered her head in obedience: "Yes, Lord Muzan."

"clang--!"

Following the sound of a pipa, several people came to a small alley in Yoshiwara Yukaku.

It is night time now, but outside the lights are on, the night is as bright as day, and the streets are full of bustling guests.

Here, Daki has been hiding her true identity, disguised as an ordinary human, and working as the warabihime oiran of Kyogokuya. As for Jifu Taro, he hides on Daki's back and only appears to kill the enemy when Daki is hurt.

"Don't you have work today?" Muzan asked Daki.

Daki smiled and said indifferently: "Yes, there is, but I can turn it down. Is there anything more important than Master Muzan?"

"That's true." Muzan pondered for a moment, "But it's not easy to deal with the guests."

"It's okay, I'm the oiran, I'll get special treatment!" Daki raised her chin proudly, looking like she was sure of victory.

The oiran does have special privileges. Not only can they choose their clients independently, they also have the right to refuse clients they do not want to receive.

However, considering there are so many of them, it would be better to find a legitimate reason.

Thinking of this, Muzan said to Daki: "You go back to Kyogokuya first, and Jifu Taro will stay."

"Huh?" Duji was slightly stunned.

Except when facing multiple difficult enemies and being forced to fight separately, Daki has never been separated from her brother.

When they were humans, it was because Jifutaro was not by Daki's side that Daki was almost burned to death by the bad guys. So after becoming ghosts, they were even more inseparable, and even evolved the unscientific attribute that they had to be beheaded at the same time to die.

When she thought about being separated from her brother, Duji felt uneasy.

"We'll come find you later." Wuzan gave the order.

Although somewhat reluctant, Daki nodded and transformed herself back into the form of an oiran.

Her hair, originally white on top and green on the bottom, had been turned black and tied up, with a large and cumbersome horizontal Hyogo hairstyle. Her head was covered with golden hairpins that looked like chopsticks, and she was wearing a large quilt-like courtesan costume...

According to traditional aesthetics, the more inconvenient something is, the more luxurious it appears.

"Then Lord Muzan, I'll go first. You guys should come earlier." Daki pursed her lips and said reluctantly.

The prostitute Taro grinned with sharp teeth and comforted: "Don't worry, sister, with me and Master Muzan here, no one will dare to bully you."

"Yeah!" Daki smiled, waved at them and walked out.

There were only three of them left in the alley.

Mingnu hugged the pipa tightly without saying a word, as if the pipa was her only comfort.

She didn't know why, but she always felt that Lord Muzan was going to cause trouble again.

Muzan's eyes bypassed Mingnu and went straight to the hunched-over courtesan Taro. Courtesan Taro was still confused as he looked at the empty alley entrance, but he saw Muzan approaching him step by step, and stretched out her sky-blue ghost claw, suddenly grabbing his head.

"Lord Muzan, you..."

The prostitute Taro had just raised his question when his heart-wrenching screams could be heard throughout the street.

“Ahhhhh——!!”

……

Fighting for crossing, fighting for crossing, startled a pool of gulls and herons.

Because the screams were so tragic, people around curiously gathered at the entrance of the alley and stopped to watch.

On the roof in the distance, a pair of rose-red eyes suddenly opened, and he also keenly caught this unusual and moist voice.

"Is it a ghost?"

The man moved as fast as the wind and as swift as lightning. He shook the two gem pendants on his forehead and rushed to the top of the alley in the blink of an eye.

Looking down from above, the alley was packed with people, but in the center, a beautiful geisha was hugging a man in a kimono with messy hair like a shuttlecock, and she was hurriedly dressing him.

Next to the man stood a gentle woman with her hair loose and holding a pipa. Her appearance was as stunning as that of the geisha. She must also be a geisha.

"There seems to be a ghostly presence around here..."

The man adjusted the forehead ornament inlaid with a large gemstone and concentrated on feeling it carefully. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw something like a purple strip floating and twisting in the night in the distance.

"It's a ghost! This can't be wrong!"

He hurriedly stood up, glanced at the three people in the alley again, sighed in his heart that your circle is so chaotic, and left.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen other people being intimate?" Muzan shouted to the crowd, and helped Jifutaro tie the last knot on his belt. "Jifutaro, you also say something to me."

"..." Smelling the wonderful scent of jasmine mixed with almonds lingering at the tip of his nose, Jifutaro's breathing stagnated slightly. He stared blankly at Muzan's black head, unable to utter a word for a long time.

What's going on? Why does Lord Muzan look different than usual?

"No, this is indeed the real Muzan-sama."

It must be because Lord Muzan was full of creativity today.

Quickly calming himself, Jifutaro straightened the clothes on his upper body that hadn't been worn for hundreds of years, and pointed his fingers at the crowd, "It's really rude to keep staring at others. It really makes me uncomfortable. If you don't want to be beaten, get out of here!"

The man had fierce eyes and a mouthful of sharp teeth like a deep-sea creature. His skin was covered with black scars, which looked very scary.

There were some people in the crowd who were not convinced, but they thought that this guy must have some infectious disease, and it would be a big loss if they got infected by mistake, so they dispersed while cursing.

Finally, there was no one around, and Mingnu, who was standing in the corner, also relaxed.

She always prided herself on being calm, but she was really shocked just now. Fortunately, Lord Muzan quickly helped Jifu Taro with his face and changed his clothes for him, otherwise, if he was surrounded by so many people as a ghost, it would be a big news.

I just didn't expect that the usually strong prostitute Taro would make such a soul-stirring sound. It seems that Lord Muzan's "Plastic Surgery Blood" is really overbearing.

Wuzan glanced at the empty alley roof and said calmly: "Just now, I felt the breath of the Pillar."

"I noticed that too. Several pillars have come to the Flower Street before, but I killed them all. Don't worry, Lord Muzan, no matter how many come, I will kill them all." Jifutaro was not used to wearing so many clothes and kept adjusting his arms and legs.

Looking up and down at the refreshed Jifutaro, Muzan couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

Although Jifutaro's foundation is really bad, fortunately he is no longer hunchbacked, and his eyes and hair are not so fluorescent anymore. He finally looks like a human being.

"If the scar is removed, he should be a good man."

Wuzan thought about it, then shook his head and rejected himself.

“No, it’s good like this, it has a different flavor.

It feels a bit like Young and Dangerous. ”

Lord Muzan, who was usually so high and mighty, looked at him with more and more tenderness today for some reason, and Jifutaro was completely stunned.

Before, he had very few opportunities to communicate with Muzan. When Muzan occasionally went to Yuguo to give them tasks, he would communicate with Daki. Jifutaro would always hide behind Daki's back and play missing.

Jifutaro felt very uncomfortable facing Muzan so directly and openly.

"Lord Muzan, my sister..."

"Well, we'll go right away." Muzan hooked his finger at Mingnu, "Come together, Mingnu."

"Yes." Mingnu followed with her head down, holding the pipa.

……

Kyogokuya.

Du Ji waited and waited, wondering why they hadn't arrived yet, when the boss came to call her.

"That arrives so fast!"

She stood up joyfully, touched up her lipstick in the mirror, and quickly resumed her ladylike steps when she was almost at the door.

Walking through corridors and around corners, a gentle man wearing glasses stood outside.

The female boss smiled so much that her eyes narrowed into slits: "This is the big boss of the Mountain and Sea Food Restaurant - Boss Qingshan."

The man adjusted his black-framed glasses and nodded slightly: "I have long admired the courtesan Princess Warbler."

Daki's smile disappeared instantly: "Boss, don't accept customers casually."

"Ah..." The boss was a little embarrassed, "Warp Princess Oiran, have you forgotten? You promised before."

"..." Daki tilted her head and thought about it, and it seemed that it was true.

"That……"

"Sorry, I'm in a bad mood today. Let's do it next time." Daki said coldly.

Boss Qingshan was still smiling, and he just told the secretary behind him: "Sato."

"Yes." The secretary named Sato rummaged through the briefcase in his hand and took out a handful of dollars.

The boss and the female worker at the door immediately had sparkling eyes: "Wow!"

That’s a lot of money!

She is really worthy of being the courtesan named Warabihime. She retreated to advance and easily sucked in so much money!

Daji looked at the money indifferently, unmoved.

She is already a ghost, what’s the point of asking for money?

Too lazy to bother with them, Daki raised her foot and was about to leave, but she heard a familiar male voice——

"I'm sorry, but no matter how much money you offer today, it will be useless. Because, tonight, the courtesan named Warabi, is mine."

Her heart skipped a beat and she turned around quickly, only to see a handsome face.

Finally seeing this face that she had been dreaming about, Duji's cheeks turned red and she almost fainted from happiness.