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

The pitch-black steel knife emitted a fiery red light and went straight towards the white neck bone!

"Sa——!"

But the next moment, there was a "clang" sound, and the sound of the huge bone breaking did not sound. Instead, there was a sound of steel hitting each other.

After the loud noise, the lumps of flesh stopped attacking as if in tacit agreement.

A familiar aroma fills my nose——

The girl who appeared before him had ink-black hair that hung down to her calves. The blood-red steel knife tightly clenched in her hand was blocking the blow that Tanjiro was about to chop with all his strength.

That was also the killing opportunity that Shiozuki and Inosuke fought hard for Tanjiro.

Tanjiro was stunned: "Xiao Wu, you...why are you here?"

Is he still in the dream and hasn't woken up yet?

The "man in the dream" just sighed and put down the knife in his hand.

"Alas, I really..." Wuzan said with a headache, "I really can't give up on dreaming."

"..."

Tanjiro tried hard to smell, but didn't smell the slightest hint of lies.

"Is what Xiao Wu said true? Is she, like the driver and those children, bewitched by this ghost?"

Does she have a dream that she must pursue even at the cost of betraying her principles?

"Get out of the way, Tanjiro!"

Xiyue's voice suddenly sounded. She spun her body and used the sword shape, the pink cherry petals condensed into a cluster, aiming directly at the bones under Wuzan's feet.

However, Danjiang's sword was easily blocked by Wuzan.

"Sakura Breathing·Type 5——Hana-mi!"

The pink knife turned around, spun around and attacked again, but Wuzan didn't even use the sword form, just the most common blocking, and the sharp blade did not move at all.

Xiyue gritted her teeth: "Type 1: Huaxia!"

Blocked again.

"Type 2: Scarlet Flower Rain!"

The result remains unchanged.

"Three Types..."

Xiyue didn't give up and kept changing her tactics, but she saw that Xiaowu, who had originally looked indifferent to the world, suddenly showed some impatience.

"Blood Breathing, Type Three - Blood-Mokuren."

His bright red lips slightly opened, and Muzan's eyes suddenly turned red. The terrifying pressure made the whole train tremble uncontrollably.

Streaks of blood rushed towards them, and Shiozuki, Tanjiro, and Inosuke quickly took the attack, and at the same time, goose bumps appeared on their skin.

Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu she...

How could this be?

……

In the middle of the carriage, Kyojuro also sensed that mysterious and powerful force.

He glanced at the front of the car warily, but he could not relax his protection of the passenger in front of him.

Just when he was in a dilemma, the pieces of flesh that covered the entire carriage suddenly disappeared miraculously like smoke.

“…?!”

Kyojuro immediately realized that something was wrong and quickly rushed to the front of the train as fast as he could.

All the red meat wrapped in the train disappeared. In front, the two sides were facing each other.

Opposite the three people he sent, stood a male ghost wearing a tuxedo and with shoulder-length hair. The ghost was very weak and must be the culprit of this incident.

And next to him, there was someone he knew—

This person is none other than the new Blood Pillar of the Demon Slayer Corps, Xiao Wu!

The one who had been to his house was also a friend of Ganlu Temple!

Kyojuro frowned: "What is this...?!"

"Xiao Wu..." Tanjiro's hands trembled, he couldn't believe it, "...Why?"

Was their experience together fake? Was his understanding of Xiao Wu wrong?

She was such an innocent girl who had finally escaped from the red-light district and was working hard to live, so why did she become a puppet of a ghost?

On the opposite side, Wuzan looked coldly at the four people in front of him, lowered his eyes indifferently, and then revealed a pair of dazzling scarlet blood pupils.

The pupils of those eyes showed the vertical stripes of a wild animal, like a shadow in the dark night, and even more proof of a ghost.

When several people saw this, their faces changed immediately!

"I'm sorry for attacking you." Muzan said calmly, "But I have my reasons."

"Is there any reason to turn into a ghost?" Xiyue glared at her.

As a member of the Demon Slayer Corps, she would never turn into a demon even if she was beaten to death!

"Yeah!" Inosuke echoed, "It's better to die than to become a monster, not to mention you're still a pillar!"

Wuzan spread his hands and said nonchalantly: "I don't expect you to understand, because I don't want to explain."

After she finished speaking, she changed her Demon Slayer Corps uniform into the black Geisha kimono she wore when she first came to this world.

——Since they have already decided to turn against each other, it is naturally inappropriate for them to wear the clothes of the Demon Slayer Corps anymore.

Fortunately, she is a ghost and can change clothes at will, which is really convenient. (?????)???

"none!!"

Kyojuro's eyes widened in anger, and the red flaming sword in his hand made a sound of breaking through the air. "No matter what the reason is, you can't become an accomplice of the demon, let alone become a demon! That demon has held more than 200 passengers on the train hostage. The red flaming sword of my Purgatory family will definitely cut off all the evil in this world!"

"Hostage?" Wuzan glanced at Nightmare beside him indifferently, "So, no one is dead? What are you so excited about?"

Kyojuro: “…”

The girl in the distance blinked her crimson eyes, which shone like gems and flashed a beautiful red light in the dark night.

However, the aloofness on her face was very different from the friendly feeling she usually gave people.

Tanjiro covered his bleeding stomach, his heart aching: "Xiao Wu, why did you become like this? When did it start..."

Obviously, she was fine the last time we met...

Seeing him so sad, Muzan couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth, expressing a little regret: "I have always been like this, Tanjiro, you don't know me well enough..."