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

After having a delicious snack, Muzan closed his eyes. When he opened them again, his eyes were filled with a pitiful and broken feeling.

"Tanjiro!" She ran towards Tanjiro, "Are you okay?"

At this time, Tanjiro had just finished performing the sword form of Water Breathing and successfully killed the long-tongued demon. He panted and watched the demon on the ground slowly turn into ashes, tears seeping from the corners of his eyes: "Success, the training was not in vain, I have improved..."

Taking a deep breath, he pushed back the tears that were about to burst out of his eyes and smiled at Wuzan, "Xiao Wu, did you kill the ghost too? That's great!"

They have all grown and are making progress together!

"Yeah, I was really scared just now. Ghosts are really scary. Fortunately, I acted quickly." Muzan patted his chest in a pretentious manner, looking like he was still in shock.

Tanjiro raised his hand and glanced at the blue Nichirin sword in his hand: "With this sword that Mr. Urokodaki gave me, the demon didn't even have bones left?"

Muzan nodded: "Yes, when a ghost dies, it will turn into ashes as if it was burned. If it doesn't turn into ashes, it means it is not dead."

"I see." Tanjiro said he learned it.

He took two steps forward and clasped his hands together facing the ashes, "Please become a Buddha..."

——Without any subjective color, just because we have all been born as human beings.

When facing a demon, Tanjiro never hesitates to strike, but he also never adds insult to injury, and he understands the demon's sorrow and pain.

Muzan quietly watched Tanjiro's pious actions, and said as if talking to himself: "Tanjiro, you are really kind."

"If you knew who I am, would you want me to become a Buddha like this?"

The memories of her previous two lives flooded into Muzan's mind. At that time, Tanjiro had roared, holding the flaming Nichirin sword and rushed towards her, saying to her coldly: "You are a creature that is not worthy of living in this world."

"If that day ever comes, you would probably just want me to go to hell..."

Wu Can chuckled.

Tanjiro sniffed hard and smelled the sadness of the person next to him.

——It turns out that Xiao Wu can also understand my sympathy for ghosts?

The moonlight was cool, casting a layer of silver light on Muzan's outline.

Tanjiro stood side by side with the girl beside him until the remaining ghosts completely dissipated.

After winning the first battle, just when Tanjiro was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly smelled a strong stench, followed by gurgling sour water in his stomach.

He quickly covered his mouth and nose.

——It stinks! I want to vomit! (′д｀ )…

He was just about to ask Muzan what the smell was, but he saw Muzan running towards the source of the smell as if nothing had happened.

"Xiao Wu doesn't think it stinks?

She is really patient...”

Tanjiro's head began to ache from the stench, but he knew that the unusual smell was obviously the smell of a demon.

——He must go!

……

"Boom-boom-"

The earth trembled and made a loud noise, and heavy footsteps came slowly like an elephant.

The team members taking the exam screamed in fear and ran, but were grabbed by the neck by long blue arms.

"Ah, how could there be a ghost of this magnitude!" The man was so frightened that he almost peed his pants, and his throat became hoarse from shouting.

What grabbed him was a huge creature of the opposite sex made up of countless arms. Those arms were already a whole, and the top two arms were tightly hugging the lower half of the ghost's round head.

Because of the shielding of the arm, the ghost only revealed two golden eyes. Its eyes rolled up and its voice was wet and sticky: "Why are you... running?"

"what--!!"

The man screamed at the top of his lungs, and the intense fear made him close his eyes and prepare to face death.

However, after a few seconds, nothing happened.

Suddenly, he felt his neck loosen, as if someone had rescued him. He opened his eyes and saw that the terrifying long hand was still holding him, but it was no longer moving, as if it had been cast into a spell.

He blinked twice in confusion.

Wuzan stood beside the man and said to him, "Run quickly."

"Uh?"

Seen from the side, Muzan's delicate small face with distinct colors, bright eyes and white teeth, does not look like a warrior who can rival such a monster.

Although being rescued by a beautiful girl and then abandoning her was a bit tasteless, but everything is inferior, only one's own life is the most important.

The man nodded vigorously with a shameless face and ran off without hesitation, leaving Muzan alone to confront the giant monster.

“Hehehe!” The hand ghost giggled with his eyes curved, his gaze locked on the fox mask worn on the side of Muzan’s head, “Here you come, my cute little fox~”