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

"What?" Wuzan felt a chill on his back.

If the blood pressure is zero, then death is only a matter of time.

"What about other indicators?" Wuzan asked again, "Pulse, heartbeat?"

"..."

"Can't measure it?"

Nightmare raised his head with empty eyes: "Lord Muzan, you should just kill me. It doesn't matter, I still feel very happy to be killed by you, but, it's a bit regretful..."

"My relationship with Lord Muzan has become closer..." he thought sadly, not caring whether Muzan could hear him or not.

Anyway, he will die soon along with this young man...

"Tsk!" Muzan kicked Nightmare in annoyance.

Nightmare fell to the ground helplessly, and his arm was pulled up by a strong hand.

"Nightmare, blood transfusion!"

In my ears, I only heard Muzan's voice saying this to myself.

Nightmare said blankly: "What? But he is definitely dead, and the blood bank has run out of blood..."

"Not blood from the blood bank, but your blood."

"My blood?" Nightmare looked down at the pale back of his hand.

He is a ghost, and not everyone can bear his blood.

Whether an ordinary human can accept the blood of a demon is like Schrödinger's cat, which is unknown before the result is revealed. This is also the reason why Muzan did not want to turn Ichiro into a demon directly at the beginning.

But now, Yuichiro was already a bit angry, and since the result was obvious, he had no worries when doing things.

Nightmare was the Lower Moon One of the Twelve Demon Moons, so his blood concentration was naturally much lighter than Muzan himself. He scratched his thumb with his index fingernail, which was obviously a very ordinary action, but the bright red blood oozed out from the scratch like it was free.

One drop, two drops...

Balls of scarlet dripped onto Youyilang's pale lips, spreading out layer by layer like a blooming peony petal.

Ichiro lay quietly on the operating table, his hands apart. A blood pressure monitor was still wrapped around his left hand, and a needle for an IV drip was hanging on his right hand.

Tick, tick, just like the rhythm of a heartbeat.

Muzan touched Yuichiro's chest but felt nothing. Then he pressed harder and felt a faint heartbeat.

Due to the massive blood loss, Ichiro no longer had the rhythmic heartbeat of a normal person. The shocking bleeding had also stopped long ago.

It would be better to say that there is no more blood to be shed.

"Do you need to give him some more blood?" Nightmare asked.

Muzan shook his head gently: "It doesn't have to be too much, just give him a little more. If it still doesn't work, then... let him die as a human."

Rather than turning into a disgusting pool of meat due to cell rupture and necrosis, it is better to die with dignity.

Wuzan sighed softly and tapped the big head.

"Mingnu."

She was about to say the rest of the words in her mind, but she heard a gasp from Nightmare behind her. Muzan turned around quickly, only to see Tokito Yuichiro sitting straight on the operating table, looking at her and Nightmare blankly.

"I……"

Just as he said the first word, Youichiro suddenly raised his left hand and looked at it.

——The left hand is still there.

"Is this a dream..."

Ichiro was still thinking to himself, completely unaware that everything he was thinking had been heard by Muzan.

At this time, Muzan still has the appearance of Kokushibo, and she has not yet changed back to her original appearance.

Wuzhan's pupils shrank slightly——

"It worked. I managed to survive!"

She was so excited that her seven hearts were beating wildly, and the skin on seven different parts of her body was bulging.

No matter what, Ichiro was destined to die. Even though he became a ghost, it was good that he survived.

If anything went wrong, the worst that could happen was that she would kill Youichiro and pretend that she had never saved him.

But that shouldn’t be the case, right?

"Ichiro, you're awake." Muzan said in Kokushibo's rough voice, "You don't have to worry about your brother. Your brother is in another safe place now."

Yuichiro didn't say anything, just stared at Muzan blankly. Nightmare on the side was just about to see if this man was stupid, but he didn't expect Yuichiro to suddenly roar -

“Ahhh!!”

A series of other changes followed. The whites of his eyes turned darker, and a deep vertical pupil suddenly appeared in the center of his mint green eyeballs.

Due to Muzan's unparalleled disguise and his suppression of his demonic energy to the extreme, Ichiro thought that Muzan was a human. He waved his sharp demon claws, trying to chew Muzan into pieces to fill his stomach.

Wuzan was speechless for a while: "Ah, it seems that we can't communicate now. Now, Nightmare, I'll leave it to you. Give him some of the baby's blood that you put away last time."

Fortunately, Nightmare had some in stock, which came in handy.

Nightmare answered without hesitation: "Yes, Lord Muzan."

——He would not recall at this moment that he had actually drunk all the blood a long time ago.

But it was okay, because when he was at Jingxin Mountain before, he had brought the stupid ghost that attacked Tokito's brothers with him. If he could get Lord Muzan's permission and let Yuichiro absorb the stupid ghost, he could also absorb nutrients.

So after he controlled Yuichiro, he told Muzan about the ghost. Muzan was in a hurry, so he agreed immediately, and then quickly explained the precautions to Nightmare, and then quickly disappeared from the spot through Mingnu's blood demon art.

After Muzan left, the Black Heart Clinic suddenly became much quieter, with the only sound being Ichiro's beast-like roar.

Nightmare glanced at him with a hint of disdain, but he changed his mind and realized that when he first became a ghost, he was almost the same as Youichiro. He was like a man with epilepsy and only thought about chewing human flesh, completely forgetting what he was supposed to do.

Forget it. Considering that he is still a kid and his sexual tension is not even one thousandth of mine, I won't bother with him.

Ichiro was still going crazy: "Meat..."

"What a pity~" Nightmare spread his hands, "Lord Muzan has been very cautious recently. You can't eat human flesh, so you can only eat this first."

After saying that, he pinched Youichiro's neck and pulled him to the next room.

He pointed at the ghost lying on the ground, unable to move, looking up at the sky with a sad face, "Youchiro, absorb him."

The ghost stared in amazement at the tree-chopping boy who was powerless before and suddenly turned into a ghost with flashing green eyes and drooled as he pounced towards him. He almost doubted his life.

"This world is fake, right?

It must be…"

Then everything went dark.

After the severe pain, there is eternal peace...